A/N- For Royai Day, of course.

(FMA is not, was not, and sadly, will never be mine.)

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Roy Mustang collapsed onto the sofa. As tired as he was, he managed a mischievous smile. This smirk caused his favorite sharpshooter to roll her eyes in reply. "I think that this was the most difficult thing that we have ever had to go through!" Roy commented.

"Had to go through?" Riza replied, her words accompanied by a narrowing of her eyes (much more serious than eye-rolling in the lexicon of her facial expressions). "You're comparing this to fighting homunculi or doing paperwork? Thanks a lot!"

"You know what I mean! You know long and how much I've wanted to do this. But even the Promised Day was less chaotic than today," Roy spoke quickly (and he hoped soothingly). He patted the seat next to him, and she plopped down beside him, not really angry. She didn't think that anything could disturb her contentment right now.

"After all, a lot went a little bit wrong. You were late. How do you think that made me feel? If you hadn't shown up…" Roy continued.

"I wasn't late. I was just barely on time. Heh. Wish I could have seen your expression when they told you that I wasn't there yet," she laughed.

"You think that was funny? I was distraught!" he nearly whimpered, which was quite the feat of acting, because her laughter made him happier than almost anything else he could think of. Then, he perked up with resolve. "And Catalina is going to pay."

"Oh, I don't know. I believe you knew that I'd show up, eventually. I think it was a pretty hilarious prank, Sir." She couldn't keep a snicker from escaping her lips. "Turning all of my clocks back an hour showed remarkable resourcefulness on Rebecca's part. She deserves a promotion." It was Mustang's turn to roll his eyes. And edge closer to Riza.

"Actually, I'm just teasing you. It's only in retrospect that I find it funny. I nearly blew a gasket when I thought that I was going to be late," she said as she loosened the collar of his jacket and brushed his neck lightly with her fingers as she did so. "Leave the payback to me," she cooed.

"You were upset, Captain? You looked perfectly serene by the time I finally got to see you." And perfectly beautiful, he thought.

"Well, things seemed to be back on track then. Of course, I was wrong about that." They both shook their heads in unison.

"Like I said, chaos! Your grandfather was practically as bad as your harpy. I thought that he wanted this to happen. Note that the lunatics all belong to you."

"I'm the sanest person you know!'

"Perhaps," he said, doubtfully, not that he could come up with anyone saner, "but not your friends and relatives!"

"Well, Grandfather is … eccentric, but yours are no better! Madam's outfit… Havoc's toast… Even Falman and Fuery added to the craziness!"

"What was it about today that brought out the prankster in everyone?" he asked.

"That's a stupid question, Sir," she admonished.

"Yes it was. I hope that it does not make you think less of me," he apologized.

"Nothing could do that!' she laughed, and his lower rumble joined her contagious chuckles.

He stood and pulled her up into an embrace. "Maybe I can improve your opinion of me." He tugged her gently toward the bedroom.

"You can try."

"I promise that tonight will have less pandemonium and more harmony," he vowed.

"Well, at least you've remained sober. I heard Breda tell Havoc that he was going to get you so drunk that I might have to carry you over the threshold."

"Hmmph. At least your carrying me might be possible. Even Armstrong couldn't carry Breda over the threshold!" (Neither wanted to dwell on the image that that statement had conjured.) "By the way, you look lovely in that dress."

"Thank you."

"But you'd look even better without it."

"As would you without your garments…"

And being people of action, they did something about that.

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A/N- In case it is not clear, this takes place immediately after their wedding ends and they get home. (Don't you wish?) Happy Royai Day. Thanks for reading, and take care.