hey everyone! thanks for the reveiws, i'm certainly enjoying receiving them. umm

well anyway, this is chapter three, i have about five chapters written up already so hurray!

enjoy.

love, emma.

She peered around the bathroom, and eventually found a soft towel bathrobe with the colonel's initials embroidered on the chest. She donned the robe and tied it tightly around her waist. Mustang's intoxicating scent filled her nostrils, and she smiled as she inhaled his essence. Hawkeye turned the tap, and waited for the tub to fill with hot water before disrobing entirely and stepping into her liquid heaven.

Roy heard the running water, and he sat down on the couch and allowed his mind to wander. "Hawkeye…" The name escaped his lips almost involuntarily. He thought about the night's preceding events. 'I was on the streets… Hawkeye found me and took me home…' He stopped. He could still hear the bathtub filling. 'She seemed so worried… and she… she stayed with me.' He blinked and looked up, it suddenly hit him. 'She's been here since I passed out!' Mustang couldn't believe it. Lieutenant Hawkeye had actually stayed by his side while he was unconscious, late into the night, just to make sure he was ok.

The Lieutenant sighed contentedly as she settled into the tub. She certainly was enjoying being in the Colonel's home. And she was pleased to see that he didn't seem so… terribly sad anymore. She sighed and played the evening back in her head. 'He's going to be ok. I'm so glad.' She smiled, and the memories from earlier that night played themselves before her. She had told him she loved him, he had tried to kiss her, and then he looked happy for the first time since Brigadier General Hughes has been killed. She had told him she loved him…

"Riza…" This was a woman who had always been by his side. Who had sworn to protect him. She had been there with him for as long as he had been a part of the military. He racked his brain, trying to discover this new source of discomfort he was feeling at this moment. It was the kind of unpleasant nervousness that was usually synonymous with love. 'But I'm not in love! I can't possibly be in love… and with Hawkeye? It doesn't make sense.' He closed his eyes and saw Hawkeye helping him home, he saw her always by his side, he saw her slender figure, her determined, loving eyes, and he couldn't imagine a more perfect world than one in which she lived. 'Shit.'

She had told him she loved him? 'Why in the world did I do that?' The sudden dismal and fear that accompanied her revelation made her sick to her stomach. 'I mean, he couldn't possibly be in love with me… I'm not the type of woman Roy usually dates…' She lowered herself into the bath and blew bubbles underwater. "I'm an idiot." She thought it over for a while, cursing herself for being so presumptuous. She began to wash her hair, and her subconscious took over. 'He tried to kiss you, Riza.' 'But that doesn't mean anything! Sex is sex no matter who you have it with, right?' 'If you say so…. You told him you loved him.' '…I told him I loved him.' 'You do love him.'

"Shit."

Her internal argument was slowly deflating. Riza was in love with Roy, he would probably never love her back, and that was the end of it.

"Good."

That settled that. She rinsed her hair and stepped out of the tub.

Roy struggled with this new concept. 'In love with Hawkeye? This isn't good…' the young Colonel couldn't accept that possibility. 'Roy Mustang doesn't fall in love. He's a bachelor, born and raised.' He nodded definitively. 'And yet…'

'"Make sure you have as many people around you as possible who support you. So hurry up and get married."'

"…Maes."

Had he been right? Roy thought about married life, waking up next to Riza every morning. He thought about Black Hayate by his fireplace, he thought about fighting for her rather than beside her… He thought about their children…

'Ok fine. I am in love with her. Happy now?' His subconscious nodded and he could feel Hughes grinning from heaven. His heart sank. 'It's not like she'd ever go for a guy like me, no matter how irresistible I am… Hawkeye's not like that.' 'She told you she loved you!' '…In the same way I loved Hughes. Like a friend.' The word was bitter in his mind. 'She's only here because she felt sorry for me.' But still…

"I love Riza Hawkeye."

He heard a sharp intake of breath and he looked up the stairs, just in time to see Riza's eyes widen as she turned and rushed back into the other room slamming the door behind her. She held her breath as she leaned against the door, listening for his footsteps. Sensing nothing, she slid to the ground and buried her face in her knees. Her breathing had become regular, and after a few moments she looked up.

"Well. That was unexpected."

oh gosh! now what will happen? i'll probably update later this week. thanks again for the reveiws!