AN: So maybe do an undercover Riza and a very jealous Roy?" - Polaroid23
"Hawkeye –"
"I'm doing this, sir, and that's final," she interrupted him, her voice hard and unforgiving. It was edging on cold, and Roy felt dread prickle over his skin. "I'm not under your command here and I'm going to do my job." She shot him a pointed look after picking up her pistol and sliding into a holster strapped to her thigh. Roy watched her movements, rapt, as the fabric of her dress fell back into place to conceal the weapon. "There's no way for you to stop me."
That dress…
Riza was stunning tonight in a floor length royal blue gown. When Roy had first laid eyes on her his breath had caught in his throat and he'd been unable to utter a word. He was so completely wrapped up in her beauty that she had her earrings and the finishing touches of her lipstick on before he realised it.
And that slit up the side… It rose to mid-thigh and was extremely unfair. He wanted to catch it with his own hands to reveal the flesh underneath, but that was not why they were here tonight. She was here to work, not for a secret tryst in the night with him.
"If you need anything," Roy stressed, catching her gaze with his own. "You call me."
"Understood, sir," she replied with a nod. Something told Roy she wouldn't be calling him tonight and that hurt more than it should have. Stupid feelings. Stupid emotions.
But he still hated this. She was going into that den alone with no back up to try and seduce the drug lord. Who knows what could happen? It didn't warrant his jealousy, but it did warrant his worry.
The thought of those men eyeing his Riza like a piece of meat, trying to get off with her, made him almost see red. Jealousy reared its head and he couldn't help but put his hands possessively on her hips and crush his lips against hers. A primal part of him wanted to get his scent on her to ward off the other men.
"Roy," she breathed, and he grinned against her neck. His pride swelled because only he could make her feel this way and could elicit such a reaction. "Roy," she repeated, her voice firmer, losing the breathy quality that drove him crazy. Teasing her for a second longer, Roy pulled away and looked into her eyes. He expected to see irritation, but there was none. Just a smile.
"I'll be fine," she reassured him softly. In a surprising move, she placed a hand on his cheek to try and offer some comfort before stepping around him to go and do her job.
Just like that, she was gone. Roy was left standing in the living room to the safehouse watching her retreating form through the window. Even the way she stepped inside the cab outside made him grunt. The way the slit spread up her thigh made his trousers tighten almost uncomfortably. He probably should have looked away to try and save himself a problem, but he couldn't. He would watch her back until she was out of his sight, just like he promised all those years ago.
Damn General Grumman for putting her on this detail. The old man sure knew how to push Roy's button, and he wouldn't be surprised if this was a ploy to try and push them together even further. He was always banging on about Roy marrying his granddaughter. Both men were aware who the General's granddaughter was, but no one else in the military did. He especially played up that part when Riza was around. It took every fibre of her being not to roll her eyes, Roy was sure, and that's probably where Grumman got his kicks. The old bastard could play anyone like a harp.
The next few hours were spent with Roy sitting on various pieces of furniture and on multiple spots on the floor. He was restless in his worry (and jealousy after seeing how good she looked tonight) that he couldn't find a spot to stay in. It was edging past midnight, but he wouldn't rest until Riza was back at the safehouse, asleep in his arms.
The clock struck two o'clock and Roy heard a car pull up outside. It was too dark to tell who was approaching, but Roy's breath was caught in his throat as he hoped it was Riza. Relief rushed from his head right down to his toes when he saw her walk through the door. Then Roy froze. That's when he noticed the blood staining her skin and dress.
Riza waved him off immediately, reading the question in his eyes. "Before you ask, none of this is mine." She looked down irritably at the blood covering the skin on her arm, a scowl forming.
"You're okay?"
"Of course," she stated, as if it would be any other answer. Roy couldn't help a proud smile spread across his face. That was Riza Hawkeye, all right. Completely capable and unfazed by anything. "I'm going to take a shower. I'll be down in a few."
"Need some company?" Roy called suggestively.
Riza waved him off again. "Nah. I've had enough company from men for one night."
Roy snorted and chuckled. While she freshened up, he entered the small kitchen and fixed up a glass of wine for them both.
"My target was kind enough to leave me with a parting gift." Riza announced entering the room.
"Oh?" Roy asked curiously from his spot on the couch. He couldn't have asked much more because that's when he spotted what Riza was wearing. It was one of his faded academy t-shirts and a pair of his shorts. His breath caught in his throat and Roy struggled to swallow the handful of peanuts he'd placed in his mouth to chew just before Riza entered.
"Yes, blood. Just what every woman wants."
Roy snorted again, unable to help himself. In that moment, he felt incredibly honoured. This was a side to Hawkeye that many rarely saw. He was eternally grateful she was comfortable and trusted him enough to show this side of herself.
"And how did that happen?"
Riza flopped down beside him, curling her legs underneath her body. She reached for the bowl of peanuts and helped herself. "I got the evidence I needed on tape and he discovered the wire on one of the other women. He tried to restrain me, but I got free."
"Restrain you?" He felt the temperature of his blood tide.
Riza snorted. "Tried." She popped another handful of peanuts in her mouth and chewed.
"He touched you?" Roy asked sharply. He couldn't help it.
Riza nodded, appearing absent minded. "He did, yes. Quite a few times. I had to play the part of the doting but oblivious girlfriend, you see. I can't do that very well without hanging on his arm."
His jealousy spiked and Roy couldn't help it. The fact that snake had his hands on Riza…
"Then there was the dancing. We shared all the slow ones," she revealed. Roy's eye twitched. "Of course, I was required to share a dance with his men too. It's tradition in Creta, so I had to oblige and entertain them." His eye twitched in irritation again and that was when Roy noticed Riza's small smile. She was winding him up. Well, two could play at that game, and his jealousy increased his need to be more possessive of her. Fortunately for Riza, it would just heighten her experience.
Roy picked up the now empty bowl and stood, rounding the couch to go and get some more. Every move was carefully planned.
"How about you discover how a real man does it?" he whispered in her ear suddenly from behind the couch. Riza shivered as his breath spread across the shell of her ear and Roy smirked.
Riza turned, her expression confused. "How? The drug lord is already in custody, sir." Roy blinked at her. "It would be difficult to spring him from there with the excuse that you want him to show me how a real man should love me."
Riza cackled loudly as Roy growled and pounced on her. In his haste he vaulted over the back of the couch and attacked her with his lips. Her laughter turned to moans as the two moved as one right there on the couch, not even making it to the bedroom.
