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Disclaimer: If I owned Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy and Riza would've gotten together ages ago...

ONWARD!

Riza was frantically throwing things from her closet, searching for the perfect outfit. But nothing seemed worthy enough to wear on a date with the Flame Alchemist. Finally she found it. The perfect outfit. The blond smiled to herself as she spread the clothes out on the bed.

"That'll knock him dead..."

Black Hayate tilted his head to the side as he gazed at his mistress. The dog yipped questioningly at the woman, who placed a finger to her lips.

"Shh. Don't tell Roy, err, Colonel Mustang, about it, okay?" she murmured.

Hayate barked an answer.

Like I could tell him anything anyway!

"Good point. I'm going to take a shower now. Watch the place for me all right?" Riza said as she grabbed a clean towel from the linen closet. Hayate barked his answer and went to lie in front of the door. He doubted that anyone would dare enter Riza Hawkeye's apartment for the threat of getting a few new ways to breathe.

Roy threw another tie on the floor, which was already littered with fabric. Nothing he found could be deemed worthy enough to wear on a date with Lieutenant Hawkeye. Finally he sat back, downhearted. He couldn't find anything. Nothing in his possession seemed nice enough.

"This is impossible. It's not like I've never been on a date before!" he mumbled. "It's never been this hard with any other girl! Why is it so hard with her?" He sighed deeply, his eyes closed. "Maybe its because I want to impress her... But why? She's already my most loyal subordinate. But that's just it... I wanna know her as more than a military officer..." Roy sighed again. His brain was starting to hurt. He was thinking too hard.

"I don't get it! Gah! I'll just wear something simple! Yeah... Simple..."

"There Hayate, what do you think?" Riza asked as she twirled around her room. The pup barked happily at her appearance. Hawkeye dropped to one knee and waited for the dog to place his head in her hand. "You're a good dog Hayate. Do you think he'll be impressed?"

An affirmative bark.

"Do you think it's too much for just dinner?"

Negative.

"Are you sure? What if we're just going to some middle-class place? I'd be way out of place," Riza pointed out.

So he'd take you to some second rate diner when he took the flower girl to the theater? Hayate barked out. Hawkeye had to admit, he had a point.

"Ah, Grace, the girl from the flower shop... You know, Mustang told me that he didn't even like that play," she murmured quietly. Deep inside Riza had been extremely jealous that Roy had taken the flower girl on a date before herself. She'd figured that her hopes of him were too high anyway.

You look fine! Go and have fun! And bring me the scraps!

Riza smiled at her black and white dog gently with her hands on her hips.

"You're a spoiled little dog."

Affirmative.

Roy looked in the mirror one last time, adjusting his tie and flattening his hair. It just didn't seem to want to lie flat.

"All right Roy Mustang, this is it. Your big date with Riza Hawkeye..."

He'd gotten a call around an hour earlier from Ed saying that the reservations were set at a local restaurant. The Fullmetal Alchemist said that he had over heard Hawkeye telling Lieutenant Ross that she had always wanted to eat there, but could never find the time or extra money. Roy had agreed and dug up some spare cash. He hoped that it would be the perfect night for the lieutenant.

When Roy knocked on Riza's door, he felt his stomach jump. Slowly the door opened, revealing Riza. She had a long coat on, most of her figure, but Roy saw bare skin from the upper part of her calves down to high heeled boots, making his stomach jump again. Her hair was done up differently than usual and curled slightly. From what he could tell from her appearance, Roy knew that she had been expecting something nice. He hoped that she'd like it.

"You ready?" Roy asked as he stood aside to allow Riza to pass. The woman nodded.

"Yes sir," she answered. Roy smiled slightly.

"We're off duty. Call me Roy," he said as he followed Riza out of the apartment building. The blond woman blushed ever so slightly and nodded.

"All right."

Minutes later Riza sat beside Roy in the front seat of his car, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She had questioned quietly once where they were going, but Roy had only said, "Some place different. I think you'll like it."

They drove for about ten minutes before Roy stopped in front of a fancy looking and rather expensive looking restaurant. Riza stared wide-eyed at the sign above the door, which had the name of the place spelled out in curvy letters. 'Du Pointe.'

"Colonel! You got us in here?" she gasped as her commanding officer opened her car door for her. "How could you even afford it?"

Roy chuckled to himself as Riza took his arm. She still hadn't removed her trench coat and he was just itching to see what she was wearing.

"Don't worry about it. I hope you like it, and call me Roy," he said as a doorman opened the door for them. Riza couldn't even speak as they approached the greeter.

"Good day sir. Do you have a reservation?" the older man asked in an accented voice. Roy nodded.

"Yeah, Mustang, Roy," he answered as Riza took in the environment. He took this time to lean over and whisper in her ear. "You like it?"

"Yes!" the blond said breathlessly as she clung to Roy's arm. "This is amazing! I've always wanted to come here!" Roy smiled and felt rather proud of himself for having Hawkeye practically attached to his arm.

"I thought you'd like it," he said. To himself he thought, 'I'll have to thank the Elric boys for this...'

"Follow me if you would sir," the greeter said as he led them through the tables to a separate room. Riza looked over her shoulder at the people dining on fine dishes and then looked forward. They were entering an even more extravagant room than before. There were fewer people in said room, and they were dressed in more expensive clothing. Dinner was being prepared at their tables before their eyes.

"Here is your table sir. Please be seated and a waiter will be with you shortly," the greeter said as he bowed himself away. Roy nodded quickly and pulled out Riza's chair for her before taking his own across from her. Before he could even strike up a conversation, a waiter appeared.

"Good evening sir, madam. My name is Greg and I will be your waiter this evening. Here are your menus and I will be back in a few moments to take your order," the young man said as he set two menus on the table. Roy nodded and Riza opened her own menu.

"Wow... Everything looks..."

"Delicious?"

"Expensive!"

Roy chuckled again as he too looked over their choices. And there were a lot of them."

"Are you ready to order sir?" Greg inquired politely. Roy jumped slightly as the young man reappeared. He hadn't heard him show up.

"Wha...? Oh, yeah. Did Riza order?" he asked as he gestured to the woman. Hawkeye nodded and smiled. "Oh, uh, I'll just get this steak I guess," he said after a moment of thought.

"And how would you like that prepared?" the young waiter asked as he began scribbling down the orders on a notepad.

"Ah, rare I suppose," Roy answered. That way, if he wanted it cook a little more, he could. He had his gloves in his pocket.

"All right. Our cooks will be out in a few minutes to prepare your meals. Please enjoy this bottle of wine while everything in brought out," Greg said as he set a bottle on the table along with two goblets. Roy thanked him and poured Riza's and then his own.

"So, having a good time?" he asked her as she sipped the wine carefully. He eyed her long coat. She lowered the glass with a small smile.

"I'd be having a better one without this jacket," she said as she stood and removed the garment. Roy's jaw just about hit the floor at the sight of her outfit. A black halter top dress fell to just above her knees, allowing a fair amount of skin between the fabric and the top of her boots. Riza set the coat on the back of her chair and sat back down, but not before tapping Roy's mouth shut.

"You're drooling Roy."

Mustang's stomached jumped at the sound of his name coming from her mouth. It just sounded... different. More interesting.

"Eh, sorry," he said as he reached for his wine glass.

"It's all right. You look nice too," Riza said as she too sipped at her wine again. Roy blushed slightly but hid it behind his glass. All he did was throw on what he had worn with Grace to the stupid play.

For the next few minutes they chatted casually about anything, everything and nothing, mostly about their fellow co-workers. They were interrupted when the cooks arrived with a portable stove.

The next few minutes were dedicated to watching the professionals do what they did best. And the results were amazing. Roy found that he didn't even have to improve his steaks wellness and Riza found her salmon cooked to perfection. And from there, conversation started.

"You're kidding!" Riza laughed as she finished her glass of wine. Roy swallowed the last bit of his steak and grinned a lopsided smile.

"I'm not! And after Havoc went looking for his cigarettes and found them, they were filled with chewing gum instead of tobacco. So he was off them until after work got out because I had paid off the store owner to not sell him any until the next day!" he said. Riza smiled and noticed the flush in Roy's face. She grabbed the near empty wine bottle and pour the rest into her own glass. Roy looked at it disappointedly.

"Are you almost done Roy?" she murmured as she sipped at the wine, which was only her second glass. He nodded and sat back, his hands behind his head.

"Yeah, I'm done. How 'bout you?"

"Yes, me too. Maybe we should take a walk after this?" she offered. She wasn't going to let Roy drive home, and she didn't feel that she should either even if she had only had two glasses.

"Good idea," the colonel said as he stood shakily. Riza smiled and also stood, grabbing his arm to steady him.

"Easy there Roy," she giggled. "Don't fall over now."

"Eheh... How 'bout that walk now?" he said as he paid the greeter on their way outside.

"Sounds like a good idea. No, not that way Roy, this way," Riza said as she pulled his arm left while his body went right.

"Yeah, left..."

END CHAPTER FOUR

All right, so Roy's a little... giddy... but we can deal with that. I tried a faster update so ya'll wouldn't be left hanging for too long. Review and I'll update again soon! Next chapter is in the park with their walk!