Hi everybody! Well, I was reading a fic about Roy and Riza at one of those fancy company parties, and it looked like fun. So here's my attempt. No spoilers or nothin'…yay! Thanks so much to my reviewers, too…yeah, Havoc's cigarettes are definitely getting to him. Oh, and this is my first fic with Ed in it! Yay! Alrighty, well, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA. I don't even own one of the characters, or the music. But a girl can dream.

Roy Mustang could never decide whether he hated formal company parties or loved them. On the one hand, he had to get dressed up and flirt with both rich little daddies girls and with the higher-ups he wanted so much to impress. On the other hand, those rich little daddies girls were usually rather pretty and showed enough skin to keep him interested, and their father's were usually impressed with Roy when he got dressed up, used his manners while hitting on their daughters, and knew which fork to use at the dinner. But then again, Havoc's shameless flirting at these things pissed him off to no ends, but then of course there was the added bonus of not having to worry about defending anyone. Of course, that might not be a bonus, since his gloves always made him feel so powerful and safe. Roy was torn, but one glimpse of one girl always made up his mind so easily he often wondered how he'd even second guessed himself. All it took was one glimpse of Riza Hawkeye in a dress with her hair done, and he knew he loved these functions much more than his gloves or even than a good scotch.

Not that she knew that, of course. He'd long since wondered why Riza even bothered to come to these functions, since she always did the same thing: picked politely at her food during the dinner, then sat by a window, occasionally sipping champagne, and politely refusing every man who asked her to dance. Roy had never had the courage to ask, despite Maes's desperate attempts to push him towards her. His excuse was always a resolute, "Things would be awkward at the office", and he'd managed to shake Maes off without fail. Privately, he worried she'd shoot him in front of the Furher. Still, he couldn't hope to take his eyes off her. It didn't help that tonight she was dressed so un-Riza-ish that he felt tempted to go ask her for something that would definitely make her shoot him. Her hair was loose and curly, flowing down over her shoulders and half-way down her back. Her dress was black and off the shoulder, flowing neatly down to about her knees. It was tight enough to show off her perfect figure, but not tight enough to be completely slutty. The only Riza-ish thing about her appearance, actually, was the gun strapped to her calf, only half-hidden by the flowing dress.

"Just ask her to dance already," Roy heard a voice behind him say, and he rolled his eyes. "Maes, how many times do I have to tell you-" he broke off abruptly as he remembered that Maes wasn't there (Elicia had an earache, and Heaven forbid Gracia deal with it alone). Spinning around, he saw no one. Roy was anxious for about a second before the voice said,

"C'mon. You're staring at her like she's gonna suddenly transmute into a, I dunno, a dog or something," Ed teased, and Roy looked down, the shall we say inconspicuous, reason he hadn't seen Ed in the first place making him smirk.

"Don't get short with me, Full Metal," he drawled, and Ed's face got redder.

"Don't try to change the subject!" he snapped.

"You're in love with Hawkeye and everyone knows it but you!" Roy's jaw dropped, and so did his glass of champagne. Ed almost fell over laughing.

"What?" asked Roy as soon as the shock of the accusation (and of having his feet doused in alcohol) had worn off.

"I'm not in love with Hawkeye! I just think she looks hot in a short black dress, that's all!" Ed snorted.

"You stare at her almost as much when she's dressed in uniform," he told him sarcastically, and Roy's fingers itched to snap and burn this little shrimp to a crisp. However, he contented himself to saying,

"This coming from the guy who insists he writes love letters to a friend."

"They're not LOVE LETTERS and Winry is just my FRIEND!" Ed yelled, and Roy had to bite his lip to keep from laughing as people starting staring at them.

"Calm down, smurf-boy," he teased, and Ed glared.

"Whatever," he said, rolling his eyes.

"But I'm just trying to tell you if you asked her to dance, she'd say yes. I mean, it's obvious that she loves you too." With that, Ed strode off, with only one backward glance and a, "And my name is not smurf-boy!"

Roy stared after him, still shocked by the accusations he'd presented. Him, in love with Riza? He was Roy Mustang, after all. He didn't fall in love, did he? He looked across at Riza instinctively, his eyes inadvertently narrowing as some bastard asked her to dance. "Oh, shit," he thought. "What the hell have I gotten myself into?" Sighing, and resigning himself to the fact that even if he didn't prove anything to himself tonight, at least he'd have a good story to tell Maes, he crossed the floor and sat down beside her. "You know, if the miniskirt that came with your uniform was that short, I don't think I'd complain," he teased her by way of greeting.

"With all due respect, Colonel," she smirked back, "that is probably the only thing that will be worse for me when you become Furher." He smiled, catching the compliment hidden in the rejection of him and his wandering eyes.

"You and Edward were making a bit of a scene," she commented, and he grinned. "Well, you know," he told her, and she looked at him, eyebrows raised.

"I was teasing him about Winry and about being the height of a leprechaun," he elaborated, and Riza chuckled.

"Leave it up to you to tease Ed about things like that in a place like this." Roy nodded, laughing with her.

"These things are a bit grand for my taste," he admitted, waving around at the elegant floors and ceilings. She nodded.

"Mine too," she agreed. "If Havoc flirts with one more girl in a short dress, I think I might shoot him." Roy laughed.

"Let's get out of here, then," he suggested, and she looked at him inquiringly. "Get out of here, sir?"

"Call me Roy," he implored. "It's after hours."

"Okay," she agreed easily, "Only if you call me Riza." Roy nodded, rising from his chair and taking her hand.

"C'mon, I've got somewhere for us to go." She let him pull her to her feet, giggling, and followed, as always, without questioning him.

"Can I open my eyes yet?" she asked, and Roy chuckled.

"Not yet," he teased, leading her in between two trees.

"Okay, now lie down," he instructed, and she did so without any kind of hesitation. "Ready?" he asked her, and she grinned.

"I have no idea what I'm ready for, but yeah. I'm ready," she agreed. Roy grinned back at her and removed his hand from her eyes.

"Voila!" he joked, and she gasped, looking up at the stars that were strewed brightly above them, lit up by the Northern Lights.

"Roy, it's beautiful," she breathed, lying beside him and taking in the sight he'd enjoyed since he was a boy.

"I've never taken a girl here before," he admitted, propping himself up on one elbow, and she looked at him inquiringly. "Really?" she asked, and he shook his head.

"Never," he admitted.

"Mind you," he continued, thinking that if there was ever a time to be reckless, it was now, "I've never felt the way about any girl the way I feel about you, Riza." She looked at him, big brown eyes asking him a question.

"Roy?" she asked finally, and he moved closer to her, taking her chin in his hand.

"I love you," he told her, and she smiled.

"I love you too," she agreed, and they lay back together, staring at the stars.

"Well, I guess I do have a story to tell Maes," Roy thought as he stroked her hair. "I finally found myself a good wife."

Hope you liked! Bye! Brooke