This was another "kiss" prompt for an anon on Tumblr who requested a fic for the prompt "drunk kiss."

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It was late in the evening by the time Team Mustang finished their celebratory drinking at Madame Christmas' bar. It was General Mustang's birthday and they'd gathered for a night of drinks, games, and good company. It was nice to relax and be out with the team again without the threat of a corrupt government or homunculi hanging over them.

Roy stumbled after saying his goodbyes to the rest of the team. Riza caught him by the arm before he fell out of the door and onto the cold pavement of the dark alleyway. He grinned sheepishly at her in thanks to which she just sighed and shook her head with a small smile on her face. She directed him to his car and he stopped her.

"D'you think thas a good idea, Lieu–Captain? We both drank tonight…"

"I'm fine, sir. I didn't have as much as you."

Of course, at that moment her body decided to betray her and she tripped on her own foot, bumping into him.

Okay, so maybe she was a little drunk too.

Roy snickered and she glared at him.

"Fine, we'll walk."

She gripped his arm a little tighter and tried to stand him straight before they began their walk to his apartment. The night was cold, a frosty mist hanging in the air. Riza shivered at Roy's side and he glanced at her. She wore a coat, but it did nothing to help keep her bare legs warm. Wearing a skirt maybe wasn't the best choice in hindsight and she was starting to regret it.

Roy tried to move closer to her in a discreet, casual way, but in his drunken state he leaned too far to the left and ended up teetering them both off balance. Unable to catch themselves, Riza bumped into a high brick wall surrounding an office building, grunting when Roy fell with her and squashed her against it.

"Ss… sorry," Roy slurred, attempting to push away from her.

Placing his hands on the wall to either side of her, he tried to steady himself enough to move away, but instead he only succeeded in trapping her against the wall.

At least he wasn't smushing her anymore.

"It's fine, sir," Riza muttered, placing her hands on his chest, intending to push him away.

Then she made the mistake of looking up.

Roy's face was closer than she thought. She felt his breath ghost over her skin. The scent of alcohol was strong and lingered in the freezing air. Her eyes flicked up to his and it was yet another mistake on her part. His dark eyes seemed to be even darker than normal. If she didn't know any better, she wouldn't have had any idea he was as drunk as he was. Roy's eyes were piercing and steady as he gazed at her, some unreadable expression hidden there for her to try to decipher.

"Yer byutiful," Roy murmured before suddenly descending upon her, kissing her with fervor.

The kiss probably wasn't as romantic as Roy thought, Riza mused. She would have enjoyed this moment much more if he hadn't been drunk off his ass.

When Roy moved away from her, the grin stretching across his face didn't falter even when she glared at him. She pushed him further away and stood straight again, brushing off her coat.

"Next time you do that, I would prefer it if you were sober."

Roy was about to defend his actions when he realized what she'd actually said.

"Wha– wait, next time?"

Riza simply smirked over her shoulder at him before continuing the trek to Roy's apartment.