That day, Roy must have laid in bed with Riza for three hours. They would speak softly sometimes, striking interesting questions or statements. Roy could feel her hot cheeks on his side, he knew she was embarrassed, being around him when he was half naked in his bed.
He didn't blame her.
She suddenly asked him, "Roy…are you and Koji friends anymore?"
He swallowed a breath sharply before replying slowly, "…it's…he's not…"
Roy couldn't complete his sentence; too many words were jumping up in the front of his mind. He closed his eyes with a sigh and stated, "I don't know…it's really all up to him…"
She sighed softly and cuddled into his side, holding on more tightly to him as a sign or comfort. He smiled and asked, "How did you know there was stuff between me and him?"
"A girl can always tell when there's drama." She told him
He chuckled and closed his eyes again. He was so tired, but he knew he couldn't sleep even if he tried. His eyelids were like lead and his breathing was quiet and rhythmic. He tightened his hold on her; he didn't want to miss another moment.
"You know, I'm letting out the butterflies today." She announced
He cocked an eyebrow, his eyes still closed as he asked, "Sorry?"
"I've been raising little caterpilliars in some pots for some time now, and they're all ready to be released today." She explained
He smiled and said softly, "That sounds like something you'd do."
She grunted and fidgeted her thin, long fingers over his eyes and raised a lid one open. She glared with a smirk and asked, "And what is that supposed to mean?"
He opened his eyes of his own accord as she released her hold. He chuckled in a raspy tone as he added, "I don't mean it in a bad way, you're just…"
He looked to her; now that he thought of it, he didn't know why raising butterflies 'would' sound like something she'd do. It just did…but there had to be a reason….
"You're like that, I suppose. You stay all cooped up in your room, like a caterpillar in it's cocoon, but then you take me out to festivals and kind of step out of your comfort zone, and when you do, you're even more charming and endearing than you normally are…I suppose that's why it's something you'd do. You're like them."
She blushed and replied, "…thank you, Roy."
He beamed; he loved that blush that only 'he' could extract from her. He noted that when he touched her, whenever there was a small sliver of contact there was a small spark in her eyes and her bravery would show through. It was as if she was hoping he would touch her all along, and then when he did it was like a start button. Every time he touched her, she wanted more of it, and that he liked.
He turned over and quickly ran his hands down her waist and tapped his fingers over her stomach and sides. She blushed, but was immediately laughing hysterically. She was trying to push him away, but he only chuckled at her weak fight. Her eyes were teary with laughter and her muscles were pulsing with tickle. She started yelling through laughter that left her breathless, "Roy! I-I-I'll kill you! S-stop! R-Roy!"
He was balancing over her; his legs split over her waist, his arms down on her sides. He stopped at her last call for his name and chuckled over her panting, red-faced, hysterical status. He smiled as she raised her arms, still laughing and planted her hands on his shoulders. She took a deep breath, trying to reduce her hysteria.
The breath let the laughter die out into giggling. They didn't say anything to each other. They were simply gazing at each other. Roy wanted to lean down and kiss her; he could feel his face burning and his muscles were all crawling around at their position over her.
He began to lean down, her arms loosened as he lowered and crawled around his neck. One of her soft, feminine hands holding the back of his hair encouragingly. His black hair was longer then, and falling over his ears and onto his cheeks and forehead. He could feel his heart pounding and punching in his ribs.
She was being hypnotized by his bedroom eyes and red cheeks. She knew what he wanted from her and she wanted it too. She wanted him all along, to secretly be dreaming of her at night like she did with him. She wanted him to want to touch her and hold her. She wanted him to want her to give him everything she had to offer. As he closed in, she could feel her heart bursting through her chest.
Their lips weren't a moment away when there was a knock on the door. Roy felt Riza's hands tear away from him and push him harshly off of her. He was violently tossed to the side of the bed as the woman walked into the room. He was rubbing his head and groaning in pain as it had hit his bedpost with such force that he thought he was bleeding.
He looked slanted towards Riza, but found that her behavior was forgivable, given the situation. The woman walked in and smiled, asking, "Riza, what are you doing in here?"
"R-Mr. Mustang carried me home last night…I fell asleep at the fireworks show, and I came into his room once I woke up, I just wanted to thank him." She rushed
Her mother's smile spread as she stated, "Well, that was very sweet of you, Mr. Mustang. Would you like to come down for some breakfast now?"
They both nodded in unison. Mrs. Hawkeye laughed and walked out calling back to them, "Come down in a couple minutes, I'll have it set out for you two."
The door closed again and Roy and Riza looked to each other. Riza rose with that, still looking at him and told him with a fluster in her cheeks, "Sorry that I threw you off before…I just got scared."
He smiled and replied, "It's okay…I got scared too."
She held her dress at her knees, her fingers curling over, inwardly. She was fiddling with her frills as she moved her gaze to her hands. She wanted to cry. She was upset that her mother interrupted what would've been her first kiss with the only boy she ever wanted.
She was embarrassed at having thrown him across his bed and smashed his head into his bedpost. She was angry with herself for not being brave enough to tell him how she feels and she was nervous that he thought her pushing him off of her was a sign that she didn't want him to kiss her.
She turned around angrily fighting off the frustrated tears that begged at her. She faced the door and said, "I'll see you downstairs in a couple minutes."
His eyebrows were raised and his mouth was loose and he couldn't make any sentences. He was trying to put words together that would make sense, but there was nothing that came to him.
"Yeah…" he nearly whispered to her as she walked out of the room.
He collapsed back onto his bed. The curve of his palm that led to his wrist was planted firmly over his inward eyebrows. A frown was etched darkly into his features as he cursed himself for reasons he could not trail. He was angry, frustrated and unexplainably sad. No, no, no, this isn't right! He should be pushing her away from him, so that she doesn't get attached and doesn't join the military—not lying in his bed half-naked with her, not kissing her in her sleep, not admiring her silhouette undressing from her balcony window every night!
This wasn't right!
He had to fix this…tragedy…he couldn't love her…he had to stop…but…but could he stop?
He dressed and went down to the breakfast table with the Hawkeye family. He found that he had grown used to her father's rough attitude towards him and the kindness and understanding that was Mrs. Hawkeye. And Ms. Hawkeye…well…he knew how he felt about her.
After they ate, Riza rose from the table and looked to him. She was begging him with her eyes, some message that didn't commute to him. She eventually grew tired of waiting for him to catch onto what she wanted with her desperate gaze and gripped his hand. She tore him out of his seat and wrenched him outside of the house with her. She went towards her father's working-garage and entered without Roy. She appeared again after a few short minutes and had retrieved fishing poles. She smiled her shy smile and blushed as she asked, "Come with me?"
He grinned, took one of the fishing poles and walked after her lead. The sky that day was growing gloomy and mercilessly threatening the two adolescents thunder and rain. Roy was admiring Riza's profile as she spoke to him words that he couldn't recall. He was captured in her beauty while she spoke, but he knew it was no excuse when she looked to him and asked, "Right?"
He blushed wildly and fervently answered, "Y-Yerr-n-no? Ah…sorry, what?"
Instead of the glare he predicted, she laughed and asked, "You weren't listening?"
He smiled softly, appreciating greatly the lack of anger. He told her then, "Sorry…I'm just…stupid like that."
Her eyes softened and to his surprise he felt her hand wrap around his as she replied to him quietly, "You aren't stupid…you just have to learn to listen more carefully."
He hummed in agreement as they came to a stop at a dock. She gripped his hand a little tighter as she dragged him off to the dock. They came to the end of it where a small boat waited bobbing for them, tied to the post of the dock. She smiled, looking to him and instructed, "Get in."
He nodded once and lowered himself down into the boat. He placed his pole down with the bucket of worms she had passed him then set his arm out to her. He was lifting his hand, encouraging her to grip it. She, flattered, bowed in and told him in a comical British accent, "Oh, why thank you, Sir."
He chuckled, bowing with his folded arm over his stomach as he replied, "You're very welcome, Madame."
She laughed again before leaning a little on his hand, then clambering on to the boat. They rattled the boat as they struggled with seven different fish that got away. At one point in the fishing outing, Roy was standing on the boat pulling on a fish, and a strong one at that. He was pulling with all of his might and Riza was cheering him on.
He was getting nowhere, she noticed, so she gripped his waist tightly. One of her arms curled up onto his chest, and another wrapped around his abdomen. She pulled back, hoping this would make their side stronger, but the feel of her forcefully thrusting her and her round, soft orbs against him only proved to make him fluster, get nervous and falter.
Their side weakened and he realized he couldn't compose himself. That's when the fish let go. He and Riza went flying backwards, their arms flailing allowing them to only let escape two yelps. When he opened his eyes which closed in anticipation of pain, he realized he was in no pain whatsoever, but quite in comfort.
He saw, then, exactly what he was lying on. His cheek, he found, was in the deep crevasse of her chest. He slowly moved from this place, half in bewilderment, half in admiration. He rose his cherry face to meet her own. They awkwardly got up, laughing and brushing themselves off.
But after many hours it began to drizzle on them. Riza raised her hand, her palm facing the grey sky. She smiled and said to Roy, "We should get out of here."
He looked back at her, his black eyes sending her an agreement. They gathered their things and paddled as fast as they could back to the dock. By the time they had made it to the dock, though, it was raining so hard that their clothes and hair were plastered onto them. They ran onto the dock and back onto the muddy trail, laughing and screaming. They had left their things behind, but Riza did not seem to care much, and honestly, neither did Roy.
They had finally made it back to the house. They were laughing, jumping and screaming in the rain in the front yard. She stopped, turned to him and bowed, outstretching the sides of her dress in a curtsy as she yelled over the rain in her previous accent, "May I have this dance?"
He raised his eyebrows, but lowered his eyelids and pursed his lips as he folded his arm over his stomach again, bowed and replied, "Why of course, Madame!"
They laughed as they bounced around, holding each other's hands. It was the first time in what seemed to be an eternity that Roy found himself feeling childish, light and free. For God's sake, he was spinning in a dancing circle in the rain. What was more—he wasn't even upset that it was raining!
They were running around the front yard when they both went toppling over; slipping over the glossy grass. They went tumbling down the hill, gripping to each other, laughing out hysteric curses. When the twirling and rolling came to a stop, Roy opened his apparently closed eyes to see himself on top of Riza. He looked to her groaning in exaggerated pain with a large grin on her chin.
He laughed with her as the rain hit them more forcefully. His eyes, though, froze. He was watching her eyes open from their squinting pose that struck when she laughed. Her long, dark eyelashes held diamonds of raindrops, and the skin on her face glistened, soaked beneath her plastered, silky hair. Her glassy, dark chocolate eyes pulled his gaze tighter.
He was still lying on top of her, feeling no energy to pick himself up off of her. Her golden strings that hung thickly from her, lacing through the dark green grass beneath them. Her soft hands were curled on her chest, having been holding her chest in hysterical laughter. Her features were flustered and her white, soaked dress was revealing more of her than she realized. That, though, was one of the last things on his mind.
He moved his strong arm to the underside of her ribs, slightly under her breast. He slid his left hand, then slowly over her pumping chest, over the lift of her collarbone, then to the side of her neck. He rose then, slightly, to hover over her. He held his face over hers, letting only a water droplet part their noses.
Her eyes were low, and he was hoping that at any moment she would object to him acting on his emotions. Although, he also hoped that she would wrap her arms around him and encourage him to continue. The red that filled both their cheeks burned, as he lowered his lips, slowly, down to hers. Rain layering over their skin and clothes, the grey skies casting white shadows over them.
He finally reached her, and he felt the electricity shoot through him like an avalanche. There was a race in his heart like a thousand stallions, and the drumming of his blood pulsing through him like lightening striking the Earth. His nerves tingled as did hers, and the very feeling of her arms reaching over his shoulder and pulling him closer to her made him groan into her throat.
It vibrated through her like a calling for more. She sat up underneath him, and he followed suit so that he wouldn't have to break from her. They sat on their knees, her hands caressing his face encouragingly, brokenly pulling him closer to her. Their positions on each other's lips always changing, forgetting their fear of the crashing thunder and lightening. Their lips and tongues played along each other until they broke the kiss to catch breath. He was leaning in to kiss her again when he felt her palm spread over his chest in protest.
He glanced to her hand on his chest, then to her. He felt the great pit of nervousness, worry and rejection rising into his chest and throat. He looked to her, refusing to brush aside the black jungle his watered eyes hid behind.
"Roy…if you don't…"
His eyes widened in anticipation as he asked, "If I don't what?"
"Roy…" she began again, looking to the ground next to her feet. Her eyebrows were turned inward, her frown clearly shown from her kiss-swollen lips. Her eyelashes lowered, implying that no matter what, she would not look to him.
"Do you…do you lo—"
She was cut off, though, by a familiar voice,
"Roy? Riza?"
"Koji?" Roy asked in shocked worry
Koji looked disgusted, as if he had witnessed a murder. He was holding an umbrella over himself as he asked sharply, "What are you two doing out here?"
Roy wanted to ask if Koji had seen Roy kissing Riza, but couldn't compose himself. Roy simply answered him,
"We were running…we slipped and fell…I was just making sure she was okay."
Koji could clearly tell it was a lie, if it was because he had seen Roy kiss Riza, or he could see by the tone of his voice, Roy didn't know. But they gathered themselves and walked back to the house in silence.
Hey, hopefully I'll get more up tomorrow or something, I hope you guys like it…ehh…kind of sad at the end, but hopefully it didn't ruin it for you guys!
