The Secret Occupation
After the auditorium was completely empty he stood and was about to walk out the door when he heard someone call his name; he turned and saw Riza and Havoc rushing towards him dressed in normal clothes and carrying their costumes in their arms.
"What did you think? Did we do well?" Havoc's voice hit him like a stone hitting his skull.
"What? Wait… that really was you! What were you doing? You can't do something like that with your co-worker! That's against one of the sub rules!" Roy's voice became louder and he looked into Riza's incredulous eyes.
"When I found out I got the part of lead male I didn't know she would be chosen as lead female. The men and women work with different teachers until it's time to integrate the steps. I …" Riza interrupted him.
"Look. I got permission directly from the Fuhrer for this and I'm sorry if you think it was more than it actually was. Havoc and I kept our dancing purely business and practice; nothing more has happened between us."
"You know what? I don't care if there was; I'm not jealous in any way no matter what you think. And you're right Hawkeye. I wouldn't want my boss to see me gyrate and shake my body while dancing topless with another one of my co-workers. It would make me scared of getting dismissed." Roy turned away from them and walked into the crisp night air. Riza turned and looked up at Havoc; he shrugged his shoulders and gave her a slight push in the direction of Roy's retreating back. Riza walked after him, her mind trying to desperately figure out something to say to him; 'What do I say to someone who thinks I violated the one rule that keeps us apart with another one of his soldiers? I have to think of something that will make him forget this and prove to him there was nothing more than the actual dance that brought Havoc and me together for this. Wait; he said he wasn't jealous even though no one had brought up anything about jealousy. That's it! He's jealous of Havoc and what he experienced during the dance…' She thought to herself as she came up next to Roy and trotted with him. He glanced over at her through the corner of his eye and saw she was shivering in her thin shirt and black pants. He sighed and took his coat off, setting it on her shoulders; she looked up at him and smiled. He couldn't stay upset at her for long though; she said she had gotten permission from the Fuhrer for the performance so there was no reason for him to be so cold towards her.
"Colonel Mustang? Would you walk with me home? I have something I need to show you."
"Fine with me Hawkeye." They continued to walk in silence until they got to her doorstep.
"I'll wait out here I suppose." Roy leaned against the wall as her door opened.
"No, I want you to come in." Hayate bounded out the door and onto them both, then abandoned them to go sniff around in the grass for a place to use the bathroom. He trotted in the house after them and took his place at the back door until Riza let him out. Roy sat down on the couch in her small living room, waiting for her to show him what she needed.
"Will you grab the candles out of the second drawer in the kitchen, put them in their holders and light them? I know that's something you can do. Then I need you to move the coffee table into the kitchen and push the couch against he wall." She walked to her room in the back of the apartment.
"Ok. How do you want me to light these candles?"
"Oh be creative Roy; light them anyway you want." He lit the candles after putting them in the holders that were scattered around her living room, then moved the table into the kitchen and pushed the couch against he wall. There was now a big space in the middle of the floor; he went to go sit on the couch when he heard the same bells as he had heard at the performance.
"Hawkeye? Are you ok? I hear something coming from back there…" Just as his voice reached her ears she came from down the hall wearing the long skirt and the beads around her neck. 'She's… she's not wearing a shirt… oh God; I can't get a nosebleed now… this isn't the right time…' He said to himself as she twisted her hips and shook them, walking towards him. She spun around once and landed in his arms, his bare hands feeling the warm and smooth skin on her shoulders. She looked up into his eyes and saw the lust and excitement they held like her's did.
"I thought maybe a private viewing would mend any discontentedness you might have towards me or Jean."
"Wait; we could both get discharged for this Hawkeye… I should go."
"I'm not Hawkeye when I put on this costume… I'm the Intimidator. And as long as neither one of us says anything, we can't get discharged."
"True… but I don't know the dance. Maybe I should just sit and watch." Roy released her shoulders and went to go sit on the couch again.
"No; you can't get full appreciation for the hard work I've put into this if you just sit and watch. I can teach it to you; it's really simple if you don't add the footwork to it." She grabbed his hand and brought him back into her arms.
"Ummm… ok. I'll dance with you."
"Good. Now this needs to come off and so do those." Riza unbuttoned his shirt and told him to take his shoes off. She walked over to her tape player and put a tape in; Roy recognized it as the drumbeat and music from the performance.
A/N: I know all of you can tell what this is leading up to... a half naked Roy and Riza, dancing together and mimicing a bondage dance... I SMELL A LEMON!