A/N: Warning: Lemon-scent in this chapter.
Time frame: 15 weeks (still)
Reaching up, Roy wiped his brow of the sweat that had accumulated there using the back of his hand. Despite the fact that the country's heat wave was over, he still couldn't help but feel that the air was still heavy and hot. Maybe he was just thinking too hard about it, he didn't know. All he knew was that he had tried to keep Riza and himself as cool as possible, since his wife had been incredibly uncomfortable these past couple of days.
Glancing up from his papers, Roy looked across the room and toward Riza's desk. Just as his gaze fell on her, he saw her twitch and attempt to look back down at her papers as casually as possible. After a few moments of this, however, she nervously raised her pen to her lips and began chewing the end of it. Frowning, Roy silently wondered if she was still feeling the effects of the heat.
Almost as if she had read his mind, Riza looked up at him again; her cheeks now flushed a bright red hue.
He raised a brow inquisitively and shot her a look of concern, to which she responded by pursing her lips together in a tight frown. As he opened his mouth to address her, she set her pen down and pushed her chair away from her desk, getting to her feet as quickly as possible. Without shooting him a second glance, she hurriedly made her way over to the door and opened it, disappearing through the door frame all in a matter of seconds.
Feeling the men's eyes on him, he waited for a few minute before getting to his feet as well, quickly following after her. When he had closed the office's door behind him, Roy instinctively made his way toward the women's bathroom, wondering if the look he had seen on her face was actually one that suggested another bout of sickness. That thought, too, made him frown, seeing that she had been fine for the past week or so.
Turning the corner, he suddenly came to a halt, having nearly run into the woman in question.
Looking up at him, Riza pursed her lips together, her face twisting into an expression that almost seemed to convey pain.
Alarmed by this, Roy placed his hands on her shoulders and, trying to keep his voice even, asked, "Is everything alright?" As his eye searched her expression, he realized that the tips of her fringe was wet, suggesting that she had washed her face, or at least splashed water on it.
She chewed her bottom lip for a moment as she contemplated his question, then responded, "I'm fine, Roy, really. I just needed to take a quick walk to clear my mind."
Hearing the sincerity in her voice, he relaxed slightly, though he was still unsure of her behavior. Looking her in the eyes, he asked, "What's on your mind then? Is it something I can help with?"
"Honestly," she answered with a sigh, "It's something that could be dealt with later I suppose."
Still unsure of what his wife's cryptic response meant, Roy squeezed her shoulders gently, causing her to fidget. Reacting to this, he gaze turned critical and his voice stern, "Riza, please tell me what's going on. Because if it's the heat I need to know so we can deal with it. We can't have you passing out in the middle of the office. You know what the doctor said; we need to make sure you're as comfortable as possible."
"I know," she muttered as she folded her arms and took a step away from him, focusing her gaze over his shoulder rather than his face. "And he also said to be aware of some of the… changes that my erratic hormone levels can cause."
"Changes," he asked as he raised his brows curiously. She knew he was well aware of the mood swings that could accompany these changes in hormones, as well as the restlessness they caused as well. What else could she possibly mean?
She nodded and fidgeted again as she continued to keep her focus on anything but him. "He said to be aware of a possible change in libido."
Libid…. Oooohhhh.
Seeing her acting this way, face completely flushed and slightly embarrassed, suggested to him that she was falling toward the extreme end of the spectrum.
Keeping her voice low, she muttered, "I think it's all of this heat getting to my head, but having you sitting on the opposite side of the room, glistening with sweat… It's… It's just very tempting."
"Oh, I see," Roy said as he slowly began to unbutton his uniform jacket, moving cautiously enough so that she wouldn't catch him out of the corner of her eye as she continued to avert her gaze. "Just how tempting, if you don't mind me asking?"
With a low huff, she muttered, "Tempting enough to spend the past hour not focusing on my work and instead thinking about how many positions we could achieve on your desk."
Raising his arm and bracing it against the wall, he leaned against it and put on the sexiest expression he could muster.
Realizing what he was doing, she bit her lower lip and shot him a critical look before her eyes wandered down to his sweat-soaked undershirt, no doubt noticing that it clung to his skin in all the right places.
"Well," Roy contended as he raised a brow mischievously and teasingly, "I could always order the men to go on a mini mission or something. That could give us time to be… alone."
He had allowed the time between the last two words of that sentence to lengthen because he had instinctively prepared himself to be shot down and rejected on the spot by her, with her citing their moral compasses. But instead, as he eyed her, he saw that she was legitimately considering it.
Then, she raised her hand as if she were going to reach out and touch him, then drew it back and balled it into a fist. Looking him in the eye, she glared and mumbled, "Don't you dare play this game with me, Roy."
Hearing the threat in her voice, he immediately dropped his arm and straightened up, remembering that hormones could also cause a possible emotional explosion. Swallowing the lump that formed in his throat as a result of the thought, he began to apologize profusely. "I'm sorry, Riza. I was just playing around and-"
"It's fine," she muttered, her gaze still fixed on his face. Her tone, however, told him an entirely different story. Then, she took a step around him and began to walk away from him and back toward their office, but not without her hand brushing against his—Now it was his turn to bite his lower lip and blush.
When he spun around to track her with his eyes, he saw her looking at him over her shoulder, a teasing and sweet smile on her face. "Let's just discuss this later at home in a more… intimate setting." And with that, she turned on her heels and headed in the direction of their office.
Gulping, he quickly began to fumble to redo the buttons of his jacket as he turned and walked briskly in the opposite direction of their office, mentally deciding that he would hide out in the men's room until he 'calmed down,' at the same time also wondering what plans she had in store for him after hours…
A/N: Nox asked for hormone-driven horny Riza and GruviaFit asked for a one-shot about heat waves (since Europe is experiencing a heat wave and I'm dying), so I combined the two prompts. Hope the lemon-scent was refreshing and decent enough, and I hope you enjoyed!
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