A/N: It's the final chapter! This one's cute, I have to say. Anyway.
While writing this, I feel I may not have quite captured the feeling of Roy and Riza's relationship. Then again, this is my first ever big Royai fic, so I'm bound to make mistakes, aren't I? It's all part of the learning. -nodnod-

Ironically, it was raining throughout the next week. Roy sat in his living room, his thoughts all over the place. It's nice to get my whole team an extra day off, he thought, staring aimlessly at the ceiling. I think I'll go pay Riza a visit later. He smiled to himself. Riza. It feels so good, being able to call her that. I don't have to use "lieutenant" or "Hawkeye" anymore. I can just call her Riza…

His musings were broken up by a sharp, loud knock on his door. Frowning, Roy went to answer it, wondering who it could be. Upon opening the door, he discovered a rather wet Riza Hawkeye standing there, looking somewhat breathless. "Riza? God, you're soaked! Get inside before you drown!" He ushered her in, grimacing at the back of her head. She was wearing her hair up again. He quickly took out her clip, letting her blonde hair tumble down over her shoulders. Riza pivoted around, starting to protest, but Roy held up a hand to silence her. "You look much better this way. Anyway, what're you doing here? I was planning on coming by later-"

"I have to tell you something," Riza said shortly. Roy stopped. "Last week, I got a letter from East City, asking me if I wanted to transfer there. If I accepted, I would become a Colonel too." Roy frowned, taking a step towards Riza. She bit her lip, looking up at him. He was a good ten centimetres taller than her, but it was enough to make him seem like he was towering above her.

"Riza, don't tell me-"

"I declined. It's not just because of us - even though that's definitely part of it - not just that - the majority of that, though - but I was hoping you wouldn't be mad at me for missing on the opportunity or something." Riza was scarlet, and trying to keep her eyes locked with Roy's but eventually she gave up. Her gaze was on her feet, taking particular interest in her shoes. Roy said nothing for a while, the usual mode of silence between them stretching out for what seemed like hours.

"I know it sounds so selfish," Roy began slowly, "but to be honest, I'm immensely relieved that you declined. Having to constantly commute to East City would have been a pain." He tilted Riza's chin up, grinning wolfishly at her. "The same goes for having to go back and forth from East City to Central." Riza was caught off guard yet again by what he said. Roy let his lips brush against hers, about to continue, but he found he couldn't. Riza's fingers were on his neck, pushing him back to her. Happily accommodating, he didn't break away, instead adding some depth to the kiss. Riza's hands slipped down, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, her touch suggestive. As she fiddled around there, Roy began to place small, gentle butterfly kisses on the exposed part of her neck, quite soundly playing along. Soon, his shirt was on the back of his sofa, Riza's inquisitive hands doing some travelling. Roy was glad they were both wearing shirts; they were much less trouble. His hands played with her hair, slowly moving towards the top button of her shirt.

Perhaps one of the loveliest parts of being in a romantic relationship with someone, Riza uncovered, was being able to wake up in their arms. When she opened her eyes, she was lying on her side, with Roy's arm lain across her abdomen, their legs tangled beneath the sheets. She felt warm, inside and outside and she stirred, rolling over slightly to look at Roy. He was already awake, gazing at her with a faraway smile on his face. Riza allowed herself a smile, kissing his lips as he pulled her to him again. "Maes would be very pleased if he knew," Roy whispered, closing his eyes.

"He would." Riza touched his cheek, pressing her forehead to his. "He would be so amazingly happy."

"He'd probably throw us a party."

"Probably."

There was a long pause, in which Roy placed his chin on her head, his arms encircling her securely. Riza kissed his neck, and in response, he kissed her head and her hair, taking a long, deep breath before he spoke again.

"I love you, Riza."

"I love you too, Roy," Riza murmured, so glad she was hearing the words she'd longed to hear for such a damn long time.