Just One More Kiss

Author: MoonStarDutchess

Adaptation of Original Manga Version "Wish of a Grandfather" by Rinoaebastel

Chapter 11: June 24th Early Evening

Riza was beyond frustrated with the staff in the sections of Central Headquarters she had to visit. They were stuffy, snobs that thought themselves superior because they worked in the "center of the world." Hence, anyone not from central was given last priority. They were extremely lucky she had tight rein over her temper. Then there were the looks she received from the higher ups when she retrieved personal effects from Maes office, and his official death forms. They should have had the courtesy to already send them to Gracia but no, they were acting as if they just lost a peon. Well, to the bastards, that's all Maes really was. If she could have her way, she'd shove those metals on their uniforms so far down their throats that in a few days they'd be shitting nails.

It took some doing but Riza finally got the permit to enter his office and remove the things that needed removed. She also met Maes' replacement. He was quite cordial, more so than the others, but carried an aura she didn't like. This guy loved violence and death, she could feel those desires seep into her skin and made a mental note to avoid the man.

She'd taken them back to Gracia and had to reveal nothing was coming of the investigation into her husband's death. The woman had nodded her head and said she understood. Riza knew it was a lie.

She shook her head of the events that happened earlier that day and lifted her hand to knock on the door to Roy's room. She hesitated. He'd been in there for two days. After finding out Armstrong had been ordered by higher ups to keep quiet, he became a proverbial hermit, going over everything in papers and in his mind about what he knew happened. Thankfully, he'd eaten the food she ordered brought up to him by room service, so at least he wouldn't starve. They'd be heading back to East tomorrow and Roy would have to get back to work if he wanted to make fuehrer. That meant she couldn't be a distraction for him. Nothing could distract him from what he needed. Not even his wants.

She forced her hand to make contact with the door twice and then heard his voice giving permission to enter. When she turned after closing the door behind her, she mustered the best smile her body could perform just so pity wouldn't wash over her face. His shirt was rumpled and half tucked into his pants, probably from him trying to sleep in it. His pants were wrinkled and half up on his right leg as he sat on the floor in front of the couch, surrounded in a fort of papers and books and coffee mugs. The skin under his eyes was black and a shadow of a beard darkened his jaws and chin, appearing even darker thanks to his pallid skin.

"I'm sorry." He didn't look up from his book as he spoke.

"For?"

"I should've done that. I was his best friend. "

"No, they should've done it already. Besides, if you would've gone you might have roasted everyone alive and I might have let you. "

He looked up at her. "That much trouble?"

"That is putting it mildly. Before I went to Maes' office, I checked on a few things for you. Everything on Maes' death seems to be altered. The case is full of holes that shouldn't be there. False information on his death location, they said it was in an alley, and lots of other incoherencies. You were right in assuming Armstrong was ordered from the higher ups to stay quiet."

She moved past all the stacks of papers and sat down on the couch next to him. He shoved a hand in his hair, letting the book he held in it drop to the floor first. "Damn it. All of this gives me a headache." He leaned his head back against the couch. "Our situation is getting dangerous."

"Getting? It's been dangerous since we joined the military." A small smile graced his lips and she ventured to run her fingers from his forehead down to the stubble, feeling the roughness under her fingertips. She had to admit that she always found stubble very attractive on a man. Perhaps it was because it made them more masculine looking.

"You should shave."

"I figured I'd let it go. It gives me that romance novel stud look."

Riza wouldn't deny it. "It makes you look more mature and could appear as threat to the higher-ups."

Roy opened his eyes and looked at her. "It makes me look older?"

Riza nodded and laughed when he quickly got to his feet. He always had age issues, even when they were in their early twenties. "You could wait. We don't leave until tomorrow afternoon."

"No no, I prefer to do this now."

She grinned and watched as he walked over to his shaving kit resting on the table beside the bathroom door. He removed a razor and dug around in the bag looking for something else.

"What's wrong?"

"Damn, I forgot to bring my shaving cream. Guess I'll just have to use water and soap. I hate doing that. I nick myself all the time. " He sighed and walked into the bathroom. "What the hell?" he growled.

She stood. "What's wrong Sir?"

"Tell me, what kind of idiot makes a medicine cabinet with no mirror on it! How am I supposed to see to shave?"

Roy was clearly on edge if he got upset over something so trivial. She didn't trust him not to accidentally cut up his face as he shaved so she walked into the bathroom and took the razor from him. "Here, let me do it. Sit down on the toilet."

Roy put the seat down and sat on it as Riza ran some hot water into the sink. She took a washcloth and soaked it in the water before handing it to him. "Hold that on your face for a minute."

Roy placed the cloth over his face as she checked the blade for sharpness before washing it in the hot water. She grabbed some soap and lathered up her hands before turning to him. "Okay, take it off." Roy tossed the cloth on the edge of the sink and Riza step closer. She spread the soap and washed off her hands before grabbing the razor.

He wore a tiny grin on his face as she held his chin gently in one hand while ranking the blade downward in long even strokes, applying light, but firm pressure. Just enough. Every few strokes, she'd rinse the razor to remove the hair it picked up.

"Am I hurting you?"

"Not in the slightest," he said.

"Let me know if I do."

"You've done this before?"

"Shaved? Of course."

"A man?"

She pursed her lips. "No. You're my first."

"So I took your virginity?"It was her turn to tense. She didn't respond but she grabbed under his face and whacked off the small hairs on his chin a bit harder than she should. "Okay, that hurts!"

She turned to the sink and rinsed the razor one last time before she sat it down and picked up another washcloth. When she turned around, he was standing. She wiped off his face. "I think I got everything. You just have to rinse off your face now."

Roy gave her a quick kiss, and walked past her. She hadn't expected him to kiss her so nonchalantly; as if he was allowed to anytime he wanted. Her skin prickled and she pushed down a shiver. A foreign feeling gathered in her stomach, similar to the way she felt when she made the perfect shot at the range but heavier and more excited. Maybe it was because it was the first time he kissed her away from anyone who could possibly see them.

He turned back to her, still looking a wreck, but at least he was cleaner looking one. "Thank you."

She reached up and touched his smooth face even though bodily contact was the worst thing she could do. "Does that make you feel any better?'

His hands found their way to her hips. "Yeah, somewhat. It makes me feel better physically at least. I think a hot shower would make me feel even better."

"Yeah, probably."

They stared into each other's eyes, unsure of how to move or what to say to each other. Riza forced herself to act and coughed uncomfortably.

"I should probably go back to my room." She pulled away and was only a few feet into the bedroom when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist and lips bestowed a kiss on the back of her neck. His lips drifted up to kiss her ear and she willed her knees not to fail her.

"I need you tonight." He released a shuttering breath and she shivered as the air drifted into her ear. "Let me make love to you Riza." His voice was a sensual whisper, full of need, want, and such a potent form of sensuality she wanted to moan.

"No Roy." She tried to make sure her own desire wasn't evident in her tone. Then she realized she'd used his name and cursed in her head.

"Why? Because of some stupid rule?"

"That—" Her response died when his hands slipped under her shirt. How could anyone have the power to stop her from speaking? But what he was doing with his lips, the way his arms held her tight against his hard body, his voice, was too much for her. It would be too much for the majority of women if they were in her situation.

She turned in his arms and let him see the need festering inside her for him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she nodded.

"Just for tonight."

AN: Hope you enjoyed it! XD