The Wants of the Few

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Author: Warning, sexual-ish situations to come. Strange chapter…it's like awkward, then surprise, then awkward, then passion, then awkward…lol

Cashmeritan- yup, heard the duet, its great!
crazyanimefreak15- Thanks! It warms my heart to hear that
Apparition7- In Chapter 10 she calls a Lieutenant Colonel out of habit, he wasn't promoted until after death and I figure she wouldn't be used to calling him a Brigader General -

Chapter 12 – The Unexpected

Hawkeye dreaded making the call, but it had to be done. She dialed the number she'd put out on the counter while Roy had been standing around in the living room and waited for Gracia to pick up. One ring…two rings…three rings…there still wasn't an answer. Four rings…Five rings…Six rings…still no answer. Riza's stomach flipped. 'Why doesn't she pick up?' she thought anxiously. Hawkeye hung up and tried again. One ring…two rings…three rings…there still wasn't an answer. Four rings…Five rings…Six rings…still no answer. "Where could she be?" Riza said out loud. 'She could just be a heavy sleeper.' She reasoned, the idea didn't really make her feel much better but there wasn't any use to jump to conclusions. 'I'll try calling again after I get dressed.'

Hawkeye made her way down the hall. She didn't notice the light was still on in her room and just assumed that Roy was already asleep. Quietly she turned the door knob and opened the door. What she saw was definitely…unexpected. The Colonel was sitting on her bed shirtless holding a picture of himself.

Riza's brain couldn't figure out how she should react. She was partly angry at him for looking at her pictures, but she was partly angry at herself for not putting them away. A part of her was simply stunned at the fact that her commanding officer was in her bedroom half naked. She tried to not stare but her eyes wouldn't obey and they drank in his body. Sinful thoughts rushed through her head… 'What would his skin feel like? His lips? His chest? His arms?' Every fiber of her body wanted to just be closer to him, but a moment later her sensibility came back. For the second time in one night her heart leap for joy and cringed in pain. This was probably the closest she'd ever get to having a romantic relationship with him and it was being ruined by the fact he'd seen her pictures of him…what was worse was that he knew she kept them right next to her bed…what would he think?

Roy hadn't noticed the door was open at first, but he heard a strangled gasp and when he turned and saw her there he was overcome with embarrassment. It wasn't because he was half naked…but because he'd been caught looking through her things. While Hawkeye had been fairly open with him tonight, he knew she was someone that valued her privacy. He could feel the tension in the room crowding against his bare skin and he wasn't sure what to say. He stood up to face her and he could feel her staring at his chest. That pesky pajama top of hers had slid off one of her shoulders again and she looked breath-taking standing in the door like that. A fleeting thought ran through both of their minds. 'I Love You'. The boldness of the thought made Riza blush slightly, she never wanted to think that about him…it wasn't proper. Roy couldn't bring himself to admit it…if he did, it'd only be opening himself up to the pain in knowing he could never get closer, but somehow, tonight, he couldn't help himself. He wanted to take off his mask, to forget everything about the military and the country and just take her in his arms. It took all of Roy's self control to keep himself in one place, when he saw her blush it caught him off guard and he dropped the picture. The frame smashed against the floor and the back of the frame came off revealing Maes' familiar handwriting on the back of the portrait. From where Roy stood he could easily read the words, "He'll come around…sooner or later –Maes."

The two stood still…too stunned to say anything. Lucky for them, they didn't have to. "Whatcha doin'?" a small voice said from behind Riza. Hawkeye jumped aside out of the door frame revealing Elysia still in the oversized jersey.

"Elysia!" the two adults gasped. "How did you- " Roy started, but was interrupted by Riza. "Where did you go!" Elysia seemed very confused.

"I didn't go anywhere." Elysia said. "When did Uncle Roy get here?"

"Sweetie." Riza said, kneeling down. "Where did you go? You really worried us. We've been looking for you everywhere. You could have gotten hurt."

Elysia looked hurt, "I told you. I didn't go anywhere! I had to go to the bathroom. Then I went back to bed, I promise!"

"So…you were here…in the house, the whole time!" Roy said. He was slightly annoyed. This night had been one disaster after another with Riza and it turned out that they'd worried over nothing. Sure on the brightside he did get to spend some time with her, but they'd spent most of the time either fighting, or just being awkward. The child nodded, her lower lip jutting out. She apparently thought she was in trouble. The moment that lower lip jutted out, Roy just couldn't be mad. 'Well, at least she interrupted us. I'd hate to have had to explain to Hawkeye why I was going through her things.' "Well I guess you'll have to call Gracia again." He said to Hawkeye, "She's probably out of her mind by now."

"Actually, she didn't pick up when I called." Hawkeye said.

"I suppose it's for the best, at least one person didn't worry out of their mind tonight."

Elysia perked up once more, "How come you don't have a shirt on Uncle Roy? Are you and Miss Riza having a sleepover?" The two adults blushed a little remembering their situation. "Um, Elysia, why don't you go back to bed for a little while? Uncle Roy dropped a picture and we need to clean up the mess. We don't want you to get cut on the glass." Hawkeye said, trying to usher the little girl out of the room.

"So are you having a sleepover?" the little girl asked over her shoulder as Riza tried to push her out of the room.

"Yes…yes we are." Riza said off hand. 'Children ask too many questions.' She closed the door and turned to face Roy. The awkwardness flooded the room again and neither felt they could breathe. 'What do I say?' Roy asked himself. 'What do you say at a time like this? Hi, sorry I broke your picture of me, oh, why was I snooping through your things? That's simple I love you and I'd like to father your children and take care of you for the rest of your life.'

While Roy was racking his brains, Riza was racking hers. 'What am I going to say? Sorry you found out that I'm secretly in love with you, but don't worry we can still be friends? Why did Maes give me that picture anyway?' she thought, annoyed at the meddling man. Her mind wandered back to that day at lunch. He'd simply given it to her. All he said was that she needed something to brighten her new home. Apparently he'd heard she'd moved out of the barracks and was trying to help her out. It wasn't until later that she'd found the words on the back of the photo.

The room was so quiet and they stared at each other uncomfortably. If you were to ask either of them they would have sworn they stood there for eternity, but in truth it was barely more than a few seconds. The broken frame on the floor caught Riza's attention and she bent down to pick up the pieces. Roy suddenly came to his senses and started helping her. They tried to avoid each other, but it was pretty much impossible. His chest was still bare and as he moved she could see every single one of his muscles moving just under his skin. Strangely enough, it reminded her of a thoroughbred horse, 'Mustang' she thought to him, 'There are too many puns for your name…' As hard as she tried she couldn't get him out of her head. She felt so shallow for noticing how muscular he was…but she couldn't help it. The more she tried to stop thinking about it, the more she thought about it. The more she tried to deny herself and her feelings for him the more she wanted him.

Mustang was having similar troubles. He was really beginning to hate that pajama top. It was worse than it had been in the car. The neck had slipped off one of her shoulders again, exposing her white flesh. Her hair was down and messy and it tumbled over her exposed shoulder seductively. Roy unwillingly pictured himself tenderly brushing away the hair, and kissing the smooth skin of her shoulder…just the thought made his chest ache in longing. He found himself staring uncontrollably and because neither was paying attention they reached for the same piece of glass. Their hands touched and the chemistry in their bodies pulled them closer together. They were barely a hair's breath from each others lips. All sense had been forgotten and they were acting on instinct.

Their lips met and passion broke loose. Neither could hold back any longer and they fell backwards on the floor. His arms around her waist were caressing her skin. His lips were so soft and she fell completely into him. Allowing him to wash over her like waves on the sand. Her hands were tangled in his hair and he could feel her fingernails stroking his scalp as he kissed her neck. The smell of lilies enveloped him and he couldn't believe how good she felt in his arms…for once in his life he felt complete.

Riza was the first to regain her senses. 'What am I doing?' She thought, her heart ready to burst from her chest. He was kissing her shoulders now and she'd rather gnaw off her own arm than tell him to stop. Roy began making a necklace of kisses around her neck, but she stopped him halfway through. "Sir…we have to stop." She said against her will. Everything about this felt right, but she knew that if they continued to indulge themselves, things would get out of hand. Besides…there was Elysia to think of. What if she came back in…Riza didn't particularly want to have to tell her about what they were doing.

Sir! She'd called him sir! Even like this she refused to put her mask away. It hurt him more than he could admit that she wouldn't pull away her mask for him. Roy reluctantly stopped and looked her in the eyes. They looked different. They were no longer cold and staring from behind that mask she so often wore…contentment was reflected in her irises and he realized why she'd called him 'Sir.' She'd been enjoying this just as much as he had…she called him 'Sir' to remind him of their places. As much as he hated hiding behind his mask, they both knew that they were necessary to keep their distance. If he was to ever make it to the top, he couldn't have her on his arm…he needed her to guard his back and she couldn't do that if she was discharged for having a relationship with a superior officer. He slowly let go of her waist and let his fingertips savor their last bit of contact with her skin. They moved away from each in slow and clumsy motions…they were broken. Somehow apart neither could function again. They had gotten a taste of being complete and now that they were apart, stuck with only a few pieces of their selves they couldn't seem to remember how to operate. Riza noticed the top few buttons of her pajama top had come undone and she fumbled with the buttons, trying to remember how to fasten them. They were both moving in a daze, not quite sure what to do now. It felt like a dream. Riza wanted to scream in pain from being away from him, but she wanted to smile because she had the moment to be with him…suddenly love seemed more than just an emotion, more like an oxymoron.

"I'm sorry," she said. Trying to get back the emotional distance they once had. It was so hard. Suddenly, she'd found out there was more to life and she had to give it up after barely a taste. "I guess it was the heat of the moment…"

Roy nodded solemnly. He knew what she was doing. It was obvious and probably for the best. Even if it were for the best he hated himself for still wanting more.

"I should get dressed…" she continued, looking at the floor. She tried to keep from looking at him. She knew that if she were to look back up she'd see that longing look in his eye and she knew that she wouldn't be able to hold herself back from him any longer. He didn't say anything back, but she had a feeling he nodded and she went over to her closet and quickly pulled out an outfit. Still without looking at him she said, "You should probably get some sleep." and left the room. Roy's chest and arms felt emptier than they'd ever been the farther she walked away from him. He would have given anything to take her in his arms again, but something in the back of his mind reminded him that 'the needs of the many outweigh the wants of the few…'