Professionalism was natural for Roy Mustang whenever he entered any base for the State Military. He forgot his womanizing tendencies and replaced it with a commanding presence. Sure, there were jokes with his subordinates, but he always put importance on protecting the citizens of Amestris.

Even as his lustful feelings for Riza Hawkeye were growing, he put them aside.

Their relationship was professional both in and out of the military. She vowed to protect him the first time he requested her as a bodyguard, and she took her duties quite seriously. She scolded him when necessary, comforted him during his lowest points, and provided feedback for his personal choices, but if she had romantic passions for Roy, then she chose not to display them.

Roy was the leader, and Riza was his protector, that was all.

They both repeated this to themselves often, as if the repetition would warp their true feelings.

Though Roy became more protective of Riza after the Promised Day. She almost died for him and helped him keep his sanity in control whenever he considered brutality. Her actions on that day felt beyond her duties to Riza, so he felt like he owed her.

A week after Roy got his sight back, he was disappointed by his rejection of the title of Fuhrer. He understood that he was many ranks below it and how other members of the State Military had more qualifications and experience, but his hubris and hopes did not let the dissatisfaction leave his body.

Riza sensed this after both learned the news of Grumman acquiring the title of Fuhrer. She was proud of her grandfather earning the highest State Military rank, though she was aware of Roy's disappointment, so she never expressed her pride to him.

Grumman requested that Roy stood by his side during the inauguration ceremony, though he figured that it was an easier way for his granddaughter, his only living family, to be with him. Roy the professionalist swallowed his pride and agreed to follow the future Fuhrer's orders.

Roy was surprised that his office in Central City did not receive any damage during the many battles that occurred on the Promised Day. He originally felt sympathy for the soldiers who had their headquarters damaged or destroyed, but as melancholy consumed his body on the day of the inauguration, he was glad for the privacy.

Opening a bottle of scotch, he sighed as he poured some of the contents into a glass. He set the bottle down, staring at the scotch glass in his hold, tapping his finger against the embellishments. He shook his head before drinking the contents, swallowing it all in one gulp.

"That's not a good idea, sir. Drinking strong alcohol in one sip is not god for the body."

Roy lifted his gaze from the glass, seeing Riza closing the door to his office.

"I was only planning on taking one glass," Roy responded, screwing on the cap of the bottle and putting it under his desk.

"Sure you were."

Riza's expression was stoic, but Roy knew her long enough to sense the jest in her statement.

"I know that today might be tough for you," Riza comforted, approaching Roy's desk. "But I trust that you will feign excitement for Grumman."

"Don't worry," retorted Roy, leaning back against the chair. "I'm not one to be selfish. You should be excited though. Your grandfather is going to rule the country."

"I am slightly, though we haven't talked in many years."

Roy raised his eyebrow, curious as to Riza's sudden openness.

"It seems like he wants to have a closer relationship though. Are you getting that sense or are you feeling something else?"

"Since when were you curious about my personal life."

Roy shrugged. "We've known one another for a decade. We should be more open about our struggles."

"That may work outside the base, but not in our situation."

"Why not?"

"Sir, I am your adjutant. We cannot have a personal relationship. I am to protect you, and that is all."

"I know but…" Roy put his head in his hands, frustrated by his sudden expression of his true feelings and the unlikeliness that he could back out of it. "I want… and it's okay if you don't want it, but… I want to be closer with you. Closer with you, outside of the military."

"Sir!" Riza shouted, backing away from his desk. "I can understand your feelings but we cannot do that. We both know that!"

"You understand my feelings?" asked Roy as he lifted his head.

"Uh.. well, yes I do. I care for you, but I can't express it."

"What if we could change that?"

Roy stood up, approaching Riza with soft steps until he was a foot away from her face.

"As much as I would like that, the risks are too high."

"I'm so stupid. Sorry but I keep forgetting about risks."

"No Roy, you're not stupid. I understand."

Their faces became closer and closer, lips only a few centimeters apart. Riza felt the heat of Roy's breath on her neck.

Fuck it, they both thought at the same time, embracing as their lips made passionate contact for the first time.

Both were ardent in their kiss, hardly separating to take any breaths. Their tongues touched, the tips staying against one another before moving. Roy grabbed Riza's neck, wanting a sturdy hold during their makeout. Riza, taken by lust, settled a hand on his right buttcheek.

Riza leaned forward toward the desk as Roy leaned backward. The fire alchemist felt her weight against him, so he pulled her toward the desk, an action Riza followed without thought.

As they approached the table, Riza pushed the paper and writing utensils off, making room for both of their bodies. Roy landed on the top of the desk as Riza leaned her crotch against his. She felt his hand gripping the collar of her overshirt, as if he was holding back the instinct to remove it.

Roy shouldn't have, she deduced as she felt his erection against her quim.

Although she could not see his bulge, she could feel its large length.

She broke away from the lust for a few seconds to remove her clothes. Roy blinked in confusion for a few seconds before he realized what Riza wanted. Both took off their jackets, though Riza managed to remove the top part of her clothes quicker. By the time Roy took off his undershirt, he noticed that Riza's bra was on the floor. Her breasts, medium in size, were perfectly round and tender, a perfect compliment to her already flawless body.

"Do you mind if we changed positions?" Riza asked with heavy breaths. "I think I would be more comfortable on the bottom."

Roy nodded, sitting himself up as Riza swung her legs around him. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants as they switched positions, pulling them down and doing the same with his underwear immediately after.

She lifted herself up the desk so they were face to face. She wants me inside her, Roy realized.

Roy was on his knees, taking off Riza's pants and underwear. He put his nose against her clit, making her moan. The tip of his nose worked up her body. It eventually reached her own nose. Roy froze for a few moments, groaning as he inserted his erect cock into Riza's warm vagina.

With a simple and gentle thrust, his entire penis fit inside her. Riza moaned in pleasure, nodding at him. She wanted him to continue.

The tip remained in her as he thrusted. Roy made sure to begin softly, wanting to make Riza comfortable. Her fingers stroked his moving back as they fucked, each crux increasing her lust.

"Faster," she moaned as she leaned against his ear.

The tempo of the lunges increased slightly, making Riza move as well. The bottom half of her body travelled up and down with each of Roy's movements, her back embracing the coldness of the wooden table as she embraced his warmth.

Her legs wrapped around his butt, working in tandem with Roy's kisses on her neck. The moans grew in dynamics, both aware that no one but them was at the Central City headquarters.

Their lustful actions continued, building in momentum. Both Roy and Riza could feel their pleasure increasing as each fuck was more satifying than the last.

Riza stopped kissing his neck as she felt her body prepare for a massive moan. Roy soon followed, his head rising up.

With a massive orgasm, Riza climaxed, covering Roy's cock with her cum. A few seconds later, Roy climaxed as well, his orgasm echoing through the room; Riza felt his cum enter her quim.

The thrusting stopped, both parties panting, sweat dripping from every part of their bodies. Roy removed his penis, now not as erect as it was before. He lifted his back, his gaze turned toward the bookshelves.

"Maybe we shouldn't have hid our feelings for this long," he commented.

"I agree," responded Riza as she sat up. "There was definitely a more proper way to do this."

Roy chuckled. "Definitely."

Riza smiled, stroking his shoulder before getting off the table, grabbing her discarded clothing from the floor.

"You know that we can't pretend like this never happened," said Roy. "We have to talk about this."

"We do, but not know. In forty-five minutes we have an inauguration to attend. We could discuss it during that time, but I have the feelings that our clothes may be removed again."

"Can't argue with that."

Roy reached for his own clothes, checking his jacket to see if his medals were in the proper place.

"I'm glad that both of us are good at keeping secrets," Roy joked as he cuffed his sleeves.

"So am I. And I hope we can continue doing that after our first date. How does that sound?"

Roy smiled while he walked up to Riza. He placed his arm on his shoulder as both leaned in for a quick yet tender kiss.

"Riza, it would be my honor to have dinner with you."