Birthday Girl- RoyXRiza fluff!
OK. This is my first FMA fic. Actually, it's the first fic that I think is good enough to put here. I have several others, mostly drabbles that I might put up. But here is a Roiai fic for all you Roy and Riza lovers. Enjoy!
I don't own Roy and Riza…. Sorry… If I did, the show would be more fun… oh well.
Chapter 3
"Ruff! Ruff!" Black Hayate barked at her as he picked up her bag and pawed at her pants. She took it out of his mouth and unlocked the door with her keys. She put everything on the counter in her small apartment and took the package to the couch. She set it down and opened the lid cautiously, halfway expecting to find another note. Pulling the tissue paper out of the way, she opened her eyes wide in complete surprise. A beautiful black dress was lying there, sparkling in the sunlight that was filtering in through the blinds. She carefully picked it up and unfolded it, then walked to the mirror and held it up in front of her. The dress was floor length, black and very pretty. It was a spaghetti strap dress with the back cut out of it. There was a slit on the side that would probably reach her upper thigh. Riza Sighed. She hadn't worn a dress like this since her days in secondary school. She ran her hand down the fabric, careful not to pull any of the sparkles out. As her hand went to the side of the dress, she heard a crinkle. Looking at the inside of the dress, there was another note attached to the tag. Wear this, leave you hair down, don't eat dinner and meet me at the back door of headquarters at sundown. She felt a skip in her heartbeat as she read the note. Head quarters? She thought. Who would want to be at headquarters that late at night? She looked over at the window, seeing that the sun was beginning to set. I have an hour to get ready. If I'm gonna play along, I better start now. She went into the little closet in her bedroom and hung the dress up so it wouldn't wrinkle and leaned down to pull out her high heels that she hadn't worn since she dressed up for no apparent reason last winter. Closing her closet door, she went to the kitchen to give Hayate some water and food.
After filling his water dish and food dish, she left him to eat his food in peace. She walked to her bathroom to take down her hair. With the clip out, her hair was actually quite long and pretty looking. She brushed it out, one hundred strokes like her mother had taught her, and put in two small black clips to keep the longest strands out of her face. Black Hayate trotted into the bathroom, licking his chops and dribbling water on the floor from his chin being wet. He plopped down on the floor at the doorway.
"How does it look Hayate?" she asked. The cute little black and white dog cocked his head and made a short 'woof' sound to give his approval.
"Thanks. I knew I could count on you." She replied. She went into her closet and pulled her uniform off, tossing it into the hamper where all her dirty clothes went. She slipped into some clean under garments and took the dress off the hanger. Unzipping the zipper, she slid it on over her head and zipped it back up. She walked over to the mirror in the bathroom and admired her reflection. The dress dipped down in the back all the way to her tail bone, leaving her whole back exposed. There was one slender strap that went across her back, just under her shoulder blades that kept the dress from falling off her shoulders. The dress dipped in the front, but it didn't show her chest off tastelessly. She smiled as she thought to herself. I know Roy didn't get this. He would have gotten something short and very revealing in the front. The slit on the right side of the dress reached dangerously high on her thigh, just like she had predicted. She put a little make-up on and dabbed a bit of her favorite perfume on her neck and chest. Walking over to the closet, Black Hayate jumped up on the bed and gave a small bark.
"Is this too much?" she asked her dog. He whined and jumped off the bed, then went over to her and licked her outstretched hand.
"I'll take that as a no." She grabbed her heels and walked to the bed, inviting Hayate back up. He jumped up again and rested his small head on his tiny paws, never taking his beady little black eyes off her. She proceeded to put her heels on, glancing out the window at the setting sun. She got up and took her normal handgun from the holster on the bed and walked over to the counter the hidden drawer was. Pulling at the drawer to open it, she grabbed the leg holster she hadn't worn in months. It was worn and tattered, but it had been to hell and back with her and she wasn't about to toss it out. Strapping it high on her leg, she placed her fully loaded gun in it and stepped out the door.
Riza began to walk towards headquarters again, this time admiring how calm the streets here at sundown. As she rounded the corner and walked the street to get to the back door of headquarters, her senses heightened and her adrenaline rushed through her veins. She placed her hand on top of the gun in the leg holster and walked up the steps to the back door, where another note was wedged in the doorway. She pulled it out and read it. Go to your desk, it said. She grasped the doorknob and turned it slowly. She pulled the gun out of its hiding place and un-clicked the safety. Pushing the door open further, she walked inside, trying not to let her heels clack on the ground. As she made her way to her and Colonel's office to her desk, she couldn't help but think of what he would do. If something were to happen to me, will he come to the rescue? Ha! Right! I can take care of myself; I don't need some skirt-chasing man to save me. She pushed the door to their office open and slowly tip-toed towards her desk.