HEIR TO THE FLAME
CHAPTER 23:
Riza scanned her neck in the hotel mirror and sighed. That Godforsaken hickie was still there, and still very apparent. She directed a glare over to a snoozing Roy, but her face softened when she saw his expression. Blissfully ignorant, peaceful, innocent, and slightly drooling. She could only begin to imagine what on earth he was dreaming of. She had moved Junior to a little kiddie bed on the other side of the room in case Roy rolled over in his 'graphic dreams'. She sighed again when she heard Roy say her name in his sleep. Or, moan, rather. Now she knew what those 'graphic dreams' were about. Maybe he wasn't so innocent in his sleep sometimes, but he was still blissfully ignorant.
She had pondered many times on whether or not she should get back at him by drawing on his face in her non-smudge lipstick, and if she did decide to do it, whether to do it in red or in a lighter color.
She had decided on red as she leaned over him in the bed and pulled the top off of the lipstick. Junior yawned his little baby yawn and padded over to her, pulling himself into her lap rather adamantly and saying he was hungry. Riza shushed him quietly, gently, and had a fiendish idea. She gave Junior the lipstick. "Roy, draw on Daddy's face."
"Mad?"
"No, I won't let him get mad at you."
"Okay!"
"Don't press to hard, you'll wake him up."
Junior nodded and poked his tongue out of the corner of his mouth. He had had plenty of practice drawing on Uncle Fuery's face in marker when he was asleep, and he drew carefully on Roy's face in his mother's lipstick; first littlecircles, then little stick figures of Black Hayate, and finally, a stick figure of Riza, with 'mommy' written in big letters on his forehead. Riza giggled and picked up Junior: the damage was done, revenge was hers.
Roy woke up half an hour later and trudged off to the bathroom to wash his face. He was about halfway done with brushing his teeth when it finally occured to him that he should look in the mirror, and what he saw did not greatly please him.
"WHAT THE HECK IS ON MY FACE!" he yelled from the bathroom, and Riza erupted into laughter, falling on her back onto the bed. Junior had already gone back to sleep having scoffed down a well-deserved chocolate sprinkled doughnut that he had found in the food bag. Roy stormed out of the bathroom, his eyes not yet all the way open, not yet completely awake, his hair disheveled and morning stubble on his face. Once he was sufficiently awake, he watched Riza helplessly laugh herself to death on the bed, clutching her sides and struggling to breathe between bursts of laughter. He struggled to maintain the angry-esque composure. He crossed to the bed, a smirk on his face, and tickled her sides mercilessly which turned her cheeks a fiery pink and made it harder for her to breathe. She sucked in breath when she could and put her arms around Roy's neck, still laughing and giggling into his chest. He made a mighty effort to resist laughing, but it started as a throaty chuckle, and before he knew it he was laughing just as hard as she was, unable to help it as tears sprang to his eyes and he collapsed on top of her, the two of them entangled on the bed laughing their heads off.
There was a knock on the door and Roy managed to choke out, "Yes?"
"Are you alright in there? There's been a lot of noise..."
"Oh, oh... no we're fine!" he forced out, "Riza... Riza stop that! Ahahahaha!" Riza started to tickle his stomach and he rolled onto his stomach next to her to stop her, but she only attacked his sides as well, and he laughed into the mattress, lifting his head up every once in a while to breathe. The man outside must have assumed the wrong thing because soon there was a crowd outside of their door and a hotel security guard knocked in their door to find Roy, who had by this time removed a lot of the lipstick, straddling Riza who was still in her nightclothes, or halfway out of them as the case may be. He couldn't have said that they were in an uncomfortable position, but it was just a little bit embarrassing. It was even more embarrassing when Roy was carted off to the main office of the hotel to apologize for 'disturbing the peace', to which Roy replied,
"Hey, a man has needs!"
Once again, I took quite a long time to update, sorry 'bout that.
-T A