AN: Hello everyone! I'm very, very appreciative of the people that reviewed and so as promised I'm updating but I decided to give you a treat -a long chapter. This one is based off a memory of Riza's back in the Hawkeye Estate before Roy enlisted, so please, enjoy.

"They said she's in vegetable state..." Roy said sadly, watching Riza breath soundlessly in the cot. They were located in reserve that held sick and wounded patients, one where ironically the two doctors worked that Roy was told to assasinate...

"Then the rumors are true, she might not wake up?" Maes was worried. He knew she took a couple blows to the head but not that bad -or was it?

Roy was watching her and then reverted to a dusted remebrance that was pushed to the back of his mind and thought angrily, Just like her mother...

"She's in a coma, Maes..." Roy whispered now averting his eyes away from her to look at him.

"At least she's dreaming..."-

"Who did that to her?" Roy wasn't just asking but commanding and Maes straightened up when seeing his superior turned to him with a stern look. He sighed...

"You really want to know?"

"Tell me."

"Kimblee, sir. The Crimson Alchemist."

A Memory that has yet not faded (she revatlizes this memory as she sleeps in her coma)

His leg curled around hers as they sat on the dock just on the outskirts of the estate, namely she scoffed, her house. They had been fishing earlier, something she rarely ever did but with him everything seemed peaceful.

"Roy?" She looked very questionable at him and grown nervous from this affection he was showing.

"Hmm?" He didn't seem to notice his bare feet curling over hers, or he just didn't care. This man was mysterious to Riza, he was seemed like an adequately suitable young man any girl would want to date –but she felt differently, she had fallen for the boy like a helpless schoolgirl. She didn't care to date him because…

It was true. She hate him because he seemed more focused with his damned career than any stupid girl –she was hopeless yet, thoughtful; she scooted closer, curling her ankles together with his.

"Think fast." He smirked cunningly pushing her off the side of the dock into the brackish waters.

Cold water swept over her like a carpet and even underwater Riza was boiling like fire. She thrashed about to reach the top.

"How dare you!" She managed to choke out when treaded safely to the surface of the water, seeing that he was standing now and grinning meticulously her.

"Roy Mustang if you don't get me out this instant I'll-I'll"—

He dashed off, diving now just behind her and she gasped.

"You idiot, don't you know we could get hypothermia –I mean really, are you stupid." She was mumbling now searching for his body to surface but he didn't, only bubbles surrounded her.

"I'll kill him"—

Just then she was cut off when she was jerked under by two strong hands. When she descended below the icy waters she could hear him laughing even under water –what could be amusing about getting wet in a disgusting pond?

Yet, she was caught smiling as the algae filled her blonde hair…

"Don't be so dramatic." She heard him say as they surfaced. Roy's black hair was sagging over his eyes and was struggling to tread and see at the same time –at this she laughed. She swam closer and pushed the wet locks from his face revealing his closed eyes. They opened to meet her.

"Ahh. Better." He nodded with a smirk.

"You'll pay for this later." She growled now shivering uncontrollably.

"Are you really that cold?"

She gave him a look with a raised eyebrow as she began performing breath strokes to the ladder of the dock. Roy was caught frowning at this point.

In his mind she was turning away from him and he wanted to stop her but she too determined to listen to him –he just wanted to have some fun with her, he did like her after all.

Mustang quickly swam after her grabbing her by the waist sending another tremble through her.

"Roy!" She gasped feeling his fingers against her hips.

"Aw come on, I was only having some fun."

"I'm cold." She said coolly.

"So am I."

"Roy." She shot him a cynical look and he backed off watching her climb, dripping wet up the ladder back onto the dock.

"Oh now look what you've done." She pulled a long, green, slimy string of algae from her hair and Riza insisted not to gag but quickly deposited the gross thread back into the murky waters.

She saw Roy following up the ladder as well.

"Why did you push me in?"

"Because Riza you're always so uptight," He said almost crossly, "You need to loosen up some."

She took offense but held her tongue slapping him a look before stalking away.

"Aw come on now," He grabbed her arm before she stomped too far from his reach, "I didn't mean it like that"—

"How else could you have meant it?" She questioned astutely.

There was silence and he dropped his wet arm and shivered from the wind that was blowing from the darkening horizon, it was almost nightfall.

"I know, I know. I've always been this way, it's just…" She wringed her blonde hairs, watching his eyes deepen as they fixated on her. She almost melted when he smiled at her.

"I can't be loose at home. Father constantly needs looking after"—

"He once told me how much he appreciated it –he said you were just as your mother's touch." Roy comforted.

Riza didn't reply but merely ran her finger through her wet hair and Roy shook his head, throwing water around.

"Sheesh, your just like a dog." She muttered feeling the splatter of pond water hitting her face.

He laughed at that and then looked up beneath his black bangs.

"Maybe I am." He said slyly, imitating a growl with his brows prancing up and down. Riza smirked at him and shook her head.

"Boys will be boys." She began to proceed quickly through the path that scored through the pastures in the backyard of her mansion.

"Hey," He called, "Wait up."

When he reached her he began to notice the immediate curves of her body; explicitly her breast –at this he mentally scolded himself, looking away with a terrible blush. Yet he found himself seeing that the water had successfully drowned her clothes out so well that every crease was sticking to her curvaceous frame. He wondered…silently.

"Riza?"

She looked over at him and nodded.

"Have you ever been kissed?"

She blinked in confusion and gave him a hollow stare.

"What do you mean?"

"Just what I said, have you ever been kissed?"

"By my father."

"No, no, I mean by another man, erm, boy." He articulated, awkwardly.

"Well," She sighed, "To be honest, I have never been in any kind of relationship with any male."

"Why not?" He was astonished.

"Why are you so inquisitive all of a sudden?"

He folded his arms and watched her closely.

"Oh I don't know," He mocked, "I've only been living with you for the past month and a half –I'd like to get to know even if it's just a little bit."

She chuckled at him feeling somewhat honored. They were now descending over the dirt trodden path and were making headway toward the Estate's mansion.

"You haven't answered my question." He persisted.

"You don't give up do you?" She said, annoyingly.

She paced herself, avoiding the question and was just about to reaching the back door of the house but felt a strong tug on her wet clothes.

"Why are you so stubborn?" He asked almost sounding heartbroken.

"I'm not stubborn just very reticent, that's all." She said, swiftly opening the door pouring out of the cold into the warmness of the house. He grew aggravated by her but found that he was becoming the victim of the dreaded monster known as compassion. He had to get to know her, she was driving him insane –he'd get her to talk by end of the night.

"Shh." She said discreetly tip toeing from her father's quarters just beyond the dinning hall.

"What?" He asked confused watching her walk quietly passed him and drawing near the kitchen.

"He's asleep."

"At 7:00?" He gaped now turning to follow her.

"Yes, now be quiet. I'll fix us some dinner."

They ate without so much as a glance at each other much less word which Riza found almost soothing, at least she thought, he wasn't badgering her about her personal affairs. She hated being interrogated on such delicate matters.

When they were finished she collected his plate and hers as well and began to wash them.

She then made headway to the shower and grabbed a towel and now closed the bathroom door.

She closed the velvet curtains of the bath and turned threshold of knobs. The warm water ran over her grubby body, washing dirt and grime from the crevices of her cleavage busts to the arch of her ear lobes. Mud crawled from the curls of her blonde tresses and occasionally traces of algae fell –she tried not to gag. Steam rose staining the mirror and the smell of Japanese cherry blossom vividly choked the room in all it's splendor.

Just then the door of the bathroom creaked open and she stopped from massaging the lathered shampoos into her hair. She waited to listen as if to make sure she wasn't hearing things and she was indeed sadly mistaken when the subtle click of the closing door echoed briefly, overpowering the running streams of water.

She grew hostile.

"You've got some nerve walking in here." She growled instinctively covering what exposed skin she could.

"Don't worry, I'm not the type of man to open the curtains on beautiful women."

She was taken aback when she heard him elicit the word beautiful –was he calling her beautiful, or just women in general.

"You never answered my question."

She tensed up and then grew angry and ripped open the curtain only wide enough to reveal her soapy face and she stared him (her body is still concealed within the shower bath). He was seen calm and leaned against the counter top with his arms folded and utterly dumfounded to see her peaking at him.

"Do you have to be so impertinent?" She asked.

"Look, will you just answer my question."

She sighed wiping some straying shampoo falling down her nose and saw him chuckling at her. She then wondered how he could be so composed while in the presence of an angry, showering lady –he's got guts.

"Tell me Roy," She asked now still staring at him, "What was your question?"

"I asked why you've never been in a relationship with anyone before and your answer is…?"

She then withdrew again, slightly embarrassed and it was. She was afraid to date anyone because her mother had been raped before she met her father and she was afraid to give someone the power to break her heart….

"What's the matter?" He noticed the falter in her eyes.

"Nothing. I just don't do that kind of thing."

"What? Dating?" He asked.

She nodded and then felt the water from the shower growing slightly lukewarm, damn, she thought, I've been too busy talking with him to even get a warm shower done.

"Good enough answer?" She asked.

"No quite." He answered now suddenly leaning in and kissing her wet lips. She pulled away from him.

"Roy!" She protested, "Do you have a death wish"—

She felt his hands grasp her neck and he kissed her again –why is he doing this all of a sudden?

To be honest, Roy didn't know why he was either but he knew that he was growing uncontrollably attracted to her –no, no not just because she was wet and naked behind a velvet curtain but because she was so innocent, something he's always wanted in a girl. Yeah, he may have always been a ladies man and much of the charm but he always searched to find a girl who wasn't a Harlot but a guiltless child. Riza was different. She was smart, cunning, loyal and most of all, blameless. With her naïve sense of style and wicked humor, he was growing tremendously compassionate for the beautiful blonde –so he took a risk and was now kissing her beneath a showerhead with his clothes growing wet.

No longer did she protest because what was she going to do with a determined idiot? She liked him rough housing her like this and she like him up against her so close but was quickly growing insecure with his hands wrapping around her water laced waist. His lips were impenetrable!

Unenthusiastic warm water was running over both of them as she was pressed against the wall of the tub with Roy looming over her like a hungry animal. His mouth carnivorously eating away at her tongue and saliva and yes, Riza Hawkeye was to say the least enjoying it –so she grabbed back the dampening black hair of Roy.

He finally gave them air to breath but found his entire body cloaked behind the red shower curtain with his hands holding her up by her rear….

She was breathing profoundly with her arms around his neck and before that brief moment of the actions that ensued, she watched his eyes and his mouth smile somewhat,

"Now you've been kissed," He leaned in, "By someone who cares about you."

He then pressed his body harder against hers onto the wall of the shower and trailed his lips over the cavities of her neck.

She was receiving a bulky amount of satisfaction all of sudden and found herself clenching his hair between her fingers and bound by the instinct of a superfluity of moans. Then fear ran through her and she trembled as his lips nipped the bridge of her breast.

"Roy, please, I'm not ready"—

He immediately stopped placing his fingers over her lips.

"What man do you take me for?" He asked.

She gulped still feeling the shower, now cold, water splash over them and in that very moment she saw something she hadn't seen in any man before –love.

"It's just me –stupid Roy, remember?"

She hugged him suddenly feeling like he was leaving her.

"I know."

"Then why are you afraid I'd do something like that so unexpectedly?"

"I –I don't know."

She was safe and hugged him tighter and he hugged back but he wondered what she was so afraid of. He'd ask her later.

"Your beautiful," He whispered now with water dripping over his nose and into the lobe of her ear. Her eyes widened, and she sighed figuring he was lying.

"I'm not lying." He said this time, firmly.

"Promise?"

"Promise." He continued, "Now, I'll leave you alone so get dressed."

He let her naked body down gently and she blushed when watching him leave without so much as an erection –maybe he truly was a gentlemen, she thought as he left her there, shutting the bathroom door behind her.

She sunk down the floor unable to register just what happened. Was it dream, perhaps nightmare or maybe an hallucination, no, no she corrected, it had to happened –she still felt his lips sliding over her sopping skin. She tingled feeling a rapid inflow of sensations and she cupped herself trying to restraint an urge she'd rather not think about.

Sighing, she turned off silver knobs and began to dry herself. So what if she was hopelessly in love with him, but now she had hope of him loving her back –he did in fact kiss her right? Riza then grew flustered now accusing Roy of lust but something felt awfully distasteful about that because if he was in lust he would've just…just taken advantage of her just like her mother once was. No, she smiled inwardly, he was returning then understated emotion –even if was just a crush for a little while, she'd be content knowing he once felt the same way as she did.

Roy was now changed and laying on his bed, mentally scolding himself. Yeah, he's scored pretty low in his life but certainly pulling a stunt like that one on her was stupid. But he knew why he did it and it was to finally get his point across –he loved her for God sakes. She was beautiful, smart and ..and…He pulled the pillow over his head and screamed into it viciously.

"You shouldn't do that," She said now, standing in his doorway giving him a confused look,

"You could suffocate yourself." She said now entering the room while watching him pull the pillow off his head and found her settling herself on the end of the mattress.

"Look," He said now sitting up, "I didn't mean to do that"—

"You didn't?" She panicked, feeling sulky –perhaps he was in lust for just a moment.

He saw her eyes falter again and he brushed his hand on hers.

"I did, but I didn't mean to be so …immediate."

She nodded but still didn't look away from the downfall her eyes led her, staring at the pillow in his lap.

"Riza," He asked now, "What's the matter? Ever since I asked you that"—

"My mother was raped, Roy."

"What?"

She looked up at him, obviously noticing a fiction slit between the pupils in his eyes, boring an angry look.

Roy absolutely hated a man who took advantage of a woman beyond free consent. It just wasn't right.

"Is that what you thought I was going to do to you"—

"No, no it's just I don't want to give someone that kind of power over me…That's why I've never dated anyone…

"But Riza you can't keep hiding behind your mother's legacy all the time. Some things you just have to learn for yourself. Shutting yourself off to simple pleasures in life isn't healthy, especially for a girl like you."

"What do you mean, a girl like me?"

"Your different."

"Is that so bad?" She grew slightly offended.

"A lot of girls aren't as witty are you are. None, that I've met, are as loyal to anything like you are with your father."

She grew silent but peered at him with a smile.

"I kissed you because I meant it."

"Promise?"

"Promise." He responded, "It's almost 11:00. Why don't you go on to sleep?"

"Could it be alright," She asked, "If I stayed up just a bit longer, with you?"

He looked at her curiously before nodding with a slight smirk.

"Why not?"