A/N Hey! School has just started up again for me, so I wont be able to update as often, sorry! Yay! Watermelons! Thanks for the reviews; lets try for 100 this chapter! Yes, I spent a while trying to decide how to move over the next plot twist, it took a while to decide, but in the end I know what's going on… sort of. And, as many of you have asked, no Roy is not stupid. Just careless, I mean, the guy's never cooked before, not to mention the fact that sukiyaki is a rather difficult dish to make due to the speed at which it cooks, have you ever seen it made? It's crazy! Yes, that chapter I was feeling rather hungry, but I've been blabbing a lot. On with this chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA. –Sits in a corner and cries-

"How does it feel?" Riza asked, finishing a mouthful of beef.

"Way better, I think I can take it out of the ice water now," Roy replied.

"Hmm, it's been about 20 minutes so it should be okay. I told you it would feel fine if you just put ice on it," Riza said, smiling as usual. Roy pulled his hand out of the bowl, pushing it away gratefully.

"I think my entire hand's numb," he laughed, shaking out his hand. Grabbing his bowl with it, Roy scooped the rest of the rice and vegetables with his chopsticks and ate it.

By the end of the evening, his hand was back to normal, all pain had gone. "From now on, you do the cooking," Roy said, turning the page of a book he was deeply immersed in. Riza stifled a laugh, and returned to the book she was reading.

"You can pay off the rest of your debt tomorrow," she remarked, flipping the pages of her book casually.

"Wait, what debt?"

"You still need to come with to one more of my target practices, surely you didn't forget?"

"No, I was hoping you would…" Roy mumbled, looking slightly more pale than usual. "Hey, I think Ed gets back tomorrow, it seems he's still in one piece," Roy said strategically, trying to change topic.

"Yes, he can come with." Roy gave in, and they both continued reading in utter silence for several more minutes.

"Roy, how's the case with that murder coming?" Riza asked, looking up.

"Oh you know, we still have very little evidence, it's a tough case. But I think we're catching up with the murderer, the higher ups are tracking it all. I'll probably have to go reevaluate some evidence tomorrow," Roy said, folding his book and setting it down on the desk. "Do I have to go to work tomorrow? I like to sometimes take Fridays off," he whined. Riza stared incredulously at him.

"How the hell you stay colonel is beyond me Roy. And no, now I'm here I'm going to get you back on your feet, speaking of that, we should go to sleep, if I go to sleep early tonight I can get up in time to make breakfast. " she said, looking up at the clock and getting up.

"What? It's only nine though,"

"You can stay up later if you want, but I'm still going to wake you up when I get up." Riza said, walking up the stairs to their room. She could hear Roy sigh and begin to come up too.

"Why is it you always need to get up at the crack of dawn? And why can't you at least let me sleep in?" He whined, slipping under the silky covers of their bed. Riza simply glared at him, before lying down next to him. The lights clicked off, and Riza felt sleepiness drifting over her, comfort in the form of Roy's warm breath on her neck

"You do realize we have work tomorrow right?" she asked impatiently, pinching Roy's wandering hands with rather more force than was needed.

"You might as well let me, you know you're to sexy for me to just leave alone." Riza was tired of constantly fending off Roy, and decided to have what little pity she had left spared on him.

"Fine, just don't keep me awake too long, I need to be asleep by 10:30 at the latest," Riza said impatiently, trying to the best of her abilities to ignore her breasts being squeezed nicely. She took in a deep breath, gasping as Roy continued, her face growing hot. Everything was feeling fuzzy, Riza tried to focus, but the voice in her head constantly reminding her she had work tomorrow was growing fainter, and would be almost impossible for Riza to hear even if she had wanted to. Riza slipped into an utterly calm state of mind, enjoying every second.

Her career had always come first, so she had had no serious relationships before then. In fact, she had developed a special technique for groping, a patented elbow jab in the stomach followed by a swift kick in the shin and a hard punch in the center of the backbone. She had spent many years perfecting this deadly counter attack, now useless. One of Roy's hands found it's way out from under her pajama top and down lower. Riza went tense, they were going too far, she had to at least try to do something. Riza opened her mouth, taking in a deep breath, then was cut off by Roy.

"I know for a fact it's not your 'time of the month' anymore, I counted the days." Riza was speechless. How perverted could one man possibly be? "Just say the word and I'll stop here," he added on. Riza tried to say something, anything, but she seemed to have momentarily gone mute. She looked at the clock, for lack of anything better to do, it was 9:45. 'Well, I guess I've got some time to burn.'

IIIIIIIIIII

"Oh my god, you've eloped!" yelled Hughes in an unnecessarily loud and annoying voice.

"What!" Everyone turned towards Riza and Roy who had just walked through the door.

"What the fuck! Hughes, come with me. Right now." Roy said, dragging him into the hallway, closely followed by Riza.

"How the hell did you know?"

"Oh, it was obvious! One, Riza has never come late during her entire career, none the less noon, two, your acting all embarrassed and lovey-dovey around each other, and three, Riza's got a nasty limp, looks like she's sore all over," Hughes smiled, "I am in the investigations department after all."

A/N it's getting late so I'm going to end it at there for now. Super plot twist! Knew it had to come some time, oh well. Also, I just wrote some poetry on ep. 25, it's posted, so if you like poetry and stuff, read it. Well, I hope to update again soon, please give me constructive criticism and reviews!