Hello again. If you didn't read my freak-out on chapter one, I accidentally deleted this story, including all my reviews and all the thanks to the reviewers. So reviewers, thanks for reviewing. Especially with words like kawaii, which I now know means cute. Ai means love…Oh! I get Royai now! Ahem. Sorry. Tend to do that sometimes (be stupid and ignorant). Anyways…
This one's rather corny. And long (over 2000 words). No spoilers, though. That's a plus.
Disclaimer: I own FMA, until the lawyers with chainsaws find out where I live…damn.
Riza Hawkeye poured some boiling water into a mug and placed a teabag in the water. Smiling at her dog, Black Hayate, who was sleeping on an armchair in her living room, she padded down the hallway in slipper-clad feet and into her bedroom. She slid into bed, her silk pajama pants and a matching tank top causing the blankets to encompass her slim body easily. She sighed as she sipped her tea, gazing around the familiar room contentedly.
Her eyes fell upon the pictures on her dresser. There were a few of her and her family- her and her sisters, her and her mom, even one of a very young Riza and her father. There was, of course, a picture of Black Hayate. There were also a few of her co-workers: one of Maes, a few of her standing amongst smiling men in blue uniforms. Her eyes fell lastly, as they always did, on her favorite picture. The picture had been taken at a company barbecue, a casual day for fun, where everyone dressed in jeans and spilled salad in their laps. In the picture, her hair was down, flowing over her shoulders and almost hiding her red T-shirt from view. She was grinning at the camera, one shoulder tilted slightly towards her face. Behind her stood a man with black hair and eyes dressed in a black T-shirt. He, too, was smiling hugely at the camera, obviously happy. Riza could still feel the way Roy had placed his warm hands on her waist, trying to get as close to her as possible. For photographic purposes only, she reminded herself, but she never listened to herself. Still smiling, Riza reached over, switched off her bedroom light, and drifted off to sleep.
Hours later, maybe four hours, if one was to guess, Riza was awakened by someone hissing her name. At first, she thought she was dreaming, but then she noticed that someone had slid into the bed with her. There was actually someone under her covers, uninvited, obviously. She was Riza Hawkeye…this didn't happen to her, or at least, it wouldn't. Riza opened her mouth and screamed, but the sound had barely escaped her mouth before a hand clapped over it, silencing her.
The figure had to move closer to silence her, and even in the darkness, she couldn't mistake those black eyes. She grabbed the hand and carelessly threw it off of her.
"Roy?" she asked incredulously.
"Hi, Riza," came his voice, a little sheepish.
"What- what- what are you d-doing here?" she sputtered.
"How did you get into my apartment?" Roy seemed to brighten slightly at this. "Oh, there's a key under the mat," he told her. "Didn't you know?" Riza's eyes flashed. "I knew," she growled through clenched teeth. "You didn't." Roy shrugged. "It's not like it was hard to find." Riza rolled her eyes, still confused and angry. "What are you doing here?" she hissed. "Why are you here at-what time is it?"
"Two-thirty," Roy said nonchalantly, glancing at the clock. Riza bristled. "Roy," she said, trying to be patient, "You are in my apartment, you are in my bed, and it's two-thirty in the morning! What could you possibly have to say that can't wait until tomorrow in the office?"
"This," whispered Roy, catching her off-guard as his hands tangled in her hair and his lips descended on hers. Riza was caught off guard; her eyes were still open and her lips didn't move as Roy gently caressed them with his own, licking her bottom lip and tugging on it slightly as he retreated.
"Roy?" she breathed uncertainly. "Roy, what-" He interrupted her by landing his lips gently on her neck.
"Don't tell me you've never thought about it," he implored, ignoring Riza's wriggling. "I'm the Colonel, you're the First Lieutenant. We're perfect for each other." He kissed her again; Riza managed to close her eyes this time.
"Roy, we're not allowed!" she breathed when they broke apart. "There are rules-"
"Rules are made to be broken," he whispered, kissing her even more deeply than before. Riza tried to sink into his embrace- she'd wanted this since the day they'd met, why was she resisting so hard? The answer came to her a little more harshly than she would have liked.
"Roy?" she asked, shivering slightly as her words reverberated through his mouth. "Riza?" he asked, loving the way his name sounded rolling off of her tongue.
"Roy, we can't do this," she whispered, trying not to look at him and to look him in the eye at the same time, which turned out to be even more difficult than it sounds.
"Why not?" asked Roy, confused. "You don't want it? You don't feel the same way?"
"No, no! I do!" Riza assured him hurriedly, brushing her lips against his to reassure him. He grinned.
"It's just…Roy, there are rules, there's etiquette. You can't just crawl into my flipping bed at two-thirty in the morning and expect everything to work out." Roy nodded; he felt as if his heart were being ripped out and stomped on, and she hadn't even rejected him yet. How he'd managed to feel so strongly for a woman, to cross that line that separated Maes's territory and his and fall in love, was beyond him. But it had happened, and now all he wanted to do was have Riza love him back. That was all that mattered to him now. "You want me to leave?" he asked, looking for an answer in her eyes.
"No," she told him firmly, reaching up and tangling her hand in his hair as she kissed him. Roy chuckled, moving his hand to her waist.
"So, you want me to spend the night, do you?" he asked suggestively, and she hit him. "Ow!" he whined. "We're not doing that," she told him sternly, and he pouted.
"What're we doing, then?" he asked, and she smiled and rolled her eyes at the same time. "Sleeping," she told him, and she laid down on top of him, her head on his shoulder and her nose nuzzled into his neck.
"Good-night, Roy," she whispered, her breath playing against his neck and wreaking havoc against his senses.
"Good-night, Riza," he whispered, wrapping his arm around her waist and settling his head carefully on her golden hair. With that, the Colonel and his First Lieutenant drifted into a comfortable sleep.
Roy Mustang woke up the next morning to the blaring of an alarm clock. Groaning, he reached onto the night table to silence it, but Riza beat him to the punch. He sighed, settling back into his warm place in the comfy bed, still contentedly holding his First Lieutenant in his arms. Roy knew nothing about love, nothing about serious relationships, and nothing about sleeping with a woman but not really sleeping with her. That was Maes's territory, not his. But as he stroked Riza's hair, he found that maybe Maes was onto something. This felt better than any of his meaningless relationships ever had. He opened his eyes, finally, and looked down at the golden-haired woman in his arms. She was beautiful; always had been, from the very first day he'd met her. She was also loyal, trustworthy, and easy to talk to. Not what he usually looked for in a woman, but he was starting to realize that he looked for all the wrong things in women. He bent his head down and kissed her lightly, causing her eyes to open. She smiled.
"Morning, Riza," he whispered, and she giggled.
"Morning, Roy," she agreed, sitting up in his arms and forcing him to sit up too.
"What time is it?" she asked, and Roy looked at the clock, then did a double take.
"Five-thirty!" he exclaimed, and Riza nodded, sliding out of the bed easily and grabbing a kimono off of a hook on the door.
"Five-thirty, Riza?" he repeated, and she looked at him curiously.
"What's wrong with five-thirty, sir?" she asked in mock formality, as though asking what was wrong with his paperwork. Roy got out of bed, striding over to her in a fury. He seemed a lot taller when he was angry.
"I've been asleep for three bloody hours!" he yelled, and Riza grinned. "Granted, they were the best three hours of my life-" He stopped abruptly-he hadn't meant to say that out loud.
"Breakfast?" suggested Riza, trying and failing to hide the smile on her face. Roy nodded, hoisting himself out of bed. Riza looked at him with interest. He was dressed in boxers and a T-shirt. Riza rolled her eyes.
"Don't tell me you came here last night dressed like that," she implored, and Roy looked down at his clothing and shrugged.
"What's wrong with this?" he asked. "It was two thirty, it's not like I was stopping to have a conversation with anyone." Roy started following her out of the room, but paused at the pictures on her dresser.
"Who's that?" he asked, pointing to the picture of Riza and her sisters. "That is me," she told him, pointing to herself. He rolled his eyes. "I gathered that," he said sarcastically. "Who are the other two?" She smiled, her finger moving from herself to the girl on her right.
"That's my sister Anna," she told him, "And that's my sister Sophia," she finished, pointing at the third girl in the picture. Roy nodded.
"And that's your mom," he said slowly, pointing at the one of Riza and her mother. "And that's-"
"My dad," she agreed. Roy was silenced for the moment, as was she. She saw he was staring at the one of him and her.
"Why do you have a picture of me in your bedroom?" he asked rather bluntly. Riza laughed.
"I have pictures of lots of people in my bedroom," she told him patiently. He nodded, silently letting his gaze pass from himself to Maes to the other pictures of the military personnel.
"But I'm the most important person, right?" Riza giggled a little, not answering but moving to her kitchen and pouring some water into her kettle. He followed her.
"You drink coffee, right?" she asked, and he nodded. She rummaged through her cupboards, looking for coffee-there should be some somewhere. Roy lounged in one of her kitchen chairs, marveling at how casual he felt. Here he was in Riza's kitchen at five-thirty-seven in the morning, he in his pajamas and she in hers, and he was perfectly content. She started making him coffee, and he came up behind her and put his hands over hers.
"Let me do that," he suggested. "What do you usually eat for breakfast?" Riza smiled. "I always have a bagel," she told him.
"Cinnamon raisin with butter." Roy wrinkled his nose.
"Girly food," was his comment. Riza hid her smile, swaggering up to him instead and feigning anger.
"Roy Mustang," she told him in ringing tones, "you are in my kitchen, eating my food. You don't get to insult it. Got it?" Roy chuckled.
"Yes, sir!" he agreed, saluting, and she rolled her eyes, catching the bagels as they flew out of the toaster. Roy busied himself making coffee while she buttered their breakfast and then made herself tea. Finally, they sat down on opposite sides of her kitchen table, eating in silence. Finally, Riza spoke.
"Roy?" she asked, and he looked at her.
"Yeah?" he agreed, and she smiled uneasily.
"Can I ask you something?" she asked, still uncertain. "Of course," he assured her, trying to sound comforting.
"Why last night?" she asked, then realized her words didn't make a lot of sense. "I mean, we've been friends and co-workers for years. Why did you choose last night to suddenly come barging into my bedroom?" Roy chuckled at the way she'd put it and took a sip of coffee, pondering how to answer her.
"Did you just start feeling this way?" she prompted, and he shook his head.
"No," he said slowly, "No, I've been attracted to you since the day we met. I guess it's just that I was visiting Maes, and I saw what he had with Gracia. I could see how in love they were. And it made me realize that I didn't just have feelings for you, I was in love with you." Riza was shocked by this confession, and even Roy seemed a little surprised that he'd admitted that out loud. The next second, however, he had walked around the table and kneeled down in front of her.
"Riza," he whispered, tilting her chin so that she had to look at her, "I love you." Riza grinned, happier than she could ever remember being.
"Roy," she said, looking right in his eyes, "I love you." Roy smiled. They were about to kiss when Riza's apartment door sprung open. Maes Hughes stood in the doorway, holding two Styrofoam cups and already acting as though he were in the middle of a conversation. "-to burst in on you like this, but I knew you'd be awake and I really think Roy's been acting strange lately and…Oh, my goodness!" he exclaimed, finally realizing that Roy and Riza were standing in front of him, wrapped in each other's arms and in their pajamas.
"Sorry," he added as an afterthought, since he obviously wasn't sorry. "Um, I won't-"
"It wasn't like that!" interrupted Riza, and Roy nodded emphatically. "My, uh, car broke down and I had to spend the night on her couch." Maes smiled. "Alright," he agreed, not pointing out any of the obvious defections of the impromptu story. Riza and Roy sighed in relief that Maes believed them.
"Just one thing…" he added, as Roy and Riza sat down to finish their breakfast. Maes leaned on the kitchen counter. "Roy, I'd never thought you'd listen to any advice of mine, but since you have, I think I should clarify. When I said good wife, I meant someone you were allowed to have. I mean, I can't say I'm not glad that you two have finally admitted you're in love, but-"
Roy interrupted him by asking "Maes?" at the same moment that Riza asked, "Lieutenant Colonel?" Maes grinned. "Yes?" he asked, drawing out the word in a sing-song way. "Shut up," suggested Roy and Riza at the same time. Maes was silent for a moment, and then he shrugged. "Wanna see my newest picture of Elicia?" he asked. Laughing, Roy and Riza shook him off and went to go to dressed.
Yeah, sorry it was so long. The next one's shorter. Brooke