He thought she was going to be different. He thought that she wasn't going to be like those other women he had dated. But Roy Mustang was wrong. Riza Hawkeye, the gun-toting Lieutenant with the no-nonsense attitude… also loved to shop. It started with a red number displayed in a store window. Call it women's intuition, but when a woman, even if she was one like Riza, sees something she wants… she has to have it.

It had started out as a peaceful day with the couple strolling down the shopping district. Riza was leaning against Roy contentedly, when something in the window they had just passed caught her eye. She stopped and took a few steps back, which caused Roy to look at her in confusion.

It was a red dress, and in her opinion, nothing looked so simply elegant at the time. The straps widened as it continued down the dress, creating a V down the chest. The skirt went down about knee-length and flowed outwards. The black-strapped heels cinched the outfit and Riza could not have wanted something more at that moment. She envisioned herself in it, instead of the mannequin, the dress showing off her graceful curves. She knew that she had to have it.

Riza grabbed Roy, who was still confused as to why she stopped, and pulled him into the store.

"Um, why are we here, Riza?" Roy scratched his head, thinking she had made a mistake and had confused it with another store. Surely Riza wouldn't even think of going to a store like this, no less, go shopping.

"We're here because I want that dress." She pointed to dress in display.

"For who?" She wants that? But, this is Riza! She wouldn't want that.

"For me, of course."

"What? Why?" Roy's face had a look of disbelief, shock, and utter confusion. Riza was surprised he could incorporate all of those feelings in one look.

"Because…" She paused for a while, trying to think of an explanation that Roy could understand. She gave up, when she couldn't think of any, and simply said, "It's women's intuition." She hoped he would accept that. What could Roy, a man, understand about things like this? When he didn't respond, still looking confused, she left him and found a store assistant who helped her find the dress in her size.

As soon as Riza tried on the dress in the dressing room, she believed that it was destined for her. It fitted perfectly, showing just enough chest, outlined her curvaceous body, and the flowing skirt flaunted her long legs. Roy would die when he saw her in this. As she changed into her own clothes, Riza supposed that there were more dresses and clothes that she also might like; she just had to find it.

"Come on, Roy. Help me carry these." Thirty minutes later, Riza dumped a pile of clothes in his arms and carried a few herself to the cash register, where Roy paid for them (whether it was out of gentlemanliness or the fact that Riza had threatened him somehow in her own way, even he didn't know). They went from store to store, and slowly, but surely, she came into a shopping frenzy, picking out clothes and shoes, some for Roy, but mostly for herself.

Roy came out of the fifth store, loaded with shopping bags and boxes of Riza's purchases (or should he say his purchases? After all, he paid for all of the stuff). The women he passed gave him praising looks, wishing they had someone as loyal and nice as him to carry theirpossessions. The men gave him sympathetic looks, as if they knew how he felt.

As Riza started to enter another store, he groaned. She stopped and looked back at him. "Anything wrong, Roy?"

"Do you really need all these clothes, Riza? I mean, you have enough here to last you one whole year. You're probably not going to wear them all, since you wear your uniform most of the time." When she didn't respond he continued. "And by the time you wear them all, they'll probably be out of fashion." As Roy saw her eyes flash with anger, he knew that he said the wrong thing.

Riza flipped out her gun, which she always had with her, and pointed it at Roy. "What did you say?" Her voice was low and dangerous. By this time people passing by started to stare.

Roy tried to put his hands up in defense, but the bags he held were in the way. "I-I just said that the clothes might go out of fashion?" The women watching them shook their heads in sympathy.

"Are you saying that I don't have any fashion sense?"

"N-no! You have great fashion sense! It's just that you have so much clothes that some of them won't even be worn and that's a waste of money." Riza looked at him doubtfully, and Roy prayed that she would drop the subject. He gave a relieved sigh when she lowered her gun and put it back in its holster. She looked at him and all the bags he was holding, and cocked her head thoughtfully.

"I guess I did go overboard with the clothes…" she stated. Roy felt relief wash over him and he started to turn around to go back home, when Riza continued. "…but I think I'll need more shoes to go with them."

Well, it's kind of OOC, but whatever. I watched episode 37 last night and that episode was super duper awesome! Totally cracked! I just loved it! And the part where Riza was having her dream all moaning and stuff… you know she was dreaming about Roy. xP Anyways please review!