I would've updated sooner if I didn't have any problems uploading my document. But anyways, here it is.

"Roy."

She pried his arms off her waist and turned around to meet that striking dark gaze with her own auburn eyes. "What are you doing here?" she asked, voice shaking.

Roy gave her a puppy pout and smiled. "What? Can't I come over to see you? I missed you." He took her in his arms and leaned down to kiss her, but Riza stiffened and pushed herself away from him.

"Stop."

Roy looked at her confusedly and somewhat hurt. "What?"

Riza started looking down to avoid his gaze, but stopped. She needed to be strong. She locked her eyes onto his. A fiery sort of determination glimmered in her eyes, but a clear sense of sadness could also be seen in them. She took a deep breath and said, "I don't want to see you anymore, Roy."

Shock emanated from Roy's face. "What! Why?"

Now it was her turn to be shocked. He should've expected something like that after her behavior at the office. He was supposed to realize his mistake and beg for her forgiveness. But here he was asking why. Riza grew angry. What the hell did he mean, why? He knew what he had done, and now he was playing innocent? "You know damn well why!"

"Riza…" Roy reached out to grab her and hold her again, but she swatted his hand away.

"Don't touch me!"

This time Roy grew angry. "What the hell Riza? I come here, try to comfort you, and even cook you dinner, so that you feel better after the whole ignoring me thing at the office and now you want us to end, just like that? And then you expect me to know why!"

"Yes, I expect you to know why! It's what you did that made me say that!" At this point, Riza turned away from him and started to cry.

Roy's eyes widened as a thought appeared in his head. It seemed logical to him, and would definitely explain her behavior at work. But if it were true, why would she want to stop seeing him? He placed a hand on Riza's shoulder and asked, "Riza, are you pregnant?"

"No…"

"Then what? What did I do?"

She turned around to meet his concerned look with her own infuriated gaze. Her tears had stopped for the time being, but the tear tracks were clearly visible. "I saw you," she said, her voice surprisingly steady, but a hint of anger—or was it a bit of desperation?—quivered through as she spoke. "I saw you with that woman today."

Realization flickered in his eyes, but it was gone and replaced with confusion before anyone could realize it happened. "Woman? What woman?"

Riza, her hawk-like eyes catching that fleeting moment of realization that crossed his face, knew that his confusion was just an act to convince her that he had done nothing wrong. "Don't play that game with me, Roy! You know what I'm talking about! During lunch? When you went out to do your so-called errand?"

"Oh. Her?" Roy shrugged nonchalantly. "She was just some girl who latched herself onto me. Don't think too much of it."

"'Don't think too much of it?' Don't give me that bullshit! She was holding on to you like a lover would, and she kissed you! She kissed you, Roy, and you didn't pull away."

"It was just on the cheek…"

"Stop lying to me! That was an incredibly long kiss for it to be on the cheek." Roy opened his mouth to interject, but Riza continued, her emotions running haywire. "Why, Roy? Am I not good enough for you? I've given you everything: my attention, my time… my heart. What did I do wrong?"

"Riza…" Roy, though hardly a man who would seem sensitive and attentive to the wants and needs of a woman, being the renowned playboy that he was, was genuinely worried for the emotional woman in front of him. He sincerely hated seeing such a strong woman break down in tears, especially since that woman was Riza Hawkeye, the one who had been by his side forever, the one who gave up whatever she planned to do in life in order to help fulfill his goals… the one he had come to cherish and appreciate. She had become a very important person in his life, but he assumed that he didn't really love her. Yes, he cared for her, and deeply, too, but not enough to love her. So, it was only natural that he was concerned for her emotional well-being. He felt immensely cold-hearted and unforgiving. She was giving him major guilt trip without knowing it, and making him feel like a total bastard. He supposed he deserved it, though, for going out on a lunch date with that air-headed bimbo when he promised Riza he'd quit his playboy days.

"Riza… I'm sorry. I really and truly am sorry." Roy took her in his arms and held her firmly to suffocate her futile efforts to resist his embrace. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I never meant to hurt you."

Riza, who, at this point, had finally succumbed to his hold, looked up to him, her red-brimmed eyes were blank, masking the emotions she held beneath her pretense, and whispered, "But you did, Roy."

"I know… and I wish I hadn't done it in the first place. I don't want to see you hurt again." He then took her face in his hands, leaned down, and placed the sweetest, the most honest kiss he could give on her lips. "Maybe you won't forgive me after this, but, please, at least believe me when I say this," he stroked her cheek with his thumb. "Riza… I love you."

Riza stared at him, eyes wide. It was the first time he had ever said that to her (at least, the first time outside their lovemaking sessions). She took one look at the emotion in his eyes, and she believed him. She wanted so badly for this relationship to work, she forgot all about what he had done after he said he loved her. In the dark of her mind she knew it was foolish to believe him so quickly… but she just loved him so much. She didn't want to let him go. "Roy… I…" Finding no other way to express how she felt, she leaned up and kissed him, pouring out her heart and soul, telling him that she, too, was sorry; telling him how she was so angry and scared, how she didn't want to lose him; telling him that she'd do anything for him… telling him how much she loved him.

And yet, behind all this love for him, she couldn't help but hate him for doing this—for doing everything—to her. She never thought that she could feel all kinds of emotions in such a short matter of time, and so, she cursed him for that, she damned him; she wanted him to go to hell. She cursed him for breaking her heart into pieces, then mending it back perfectly, if not better than it was originally. She cursed him for being so suave and persuasive and so loving. She cursed him for making her forgive him and forget what she had originally planned to do. She cursed him for being so damn good to her even after what he did. She cursed him for her vulnerability to his caresses and his sweet nothings. She cursed him for wanting him—for loving him—so much that it hurt… She cursed him for making her fall in love with him.

But, in the end, she figured that was how it's supposed to be when in love with Roy Mustang.

As they both slowly withdrew, Roy softly smiled down on her, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "So, am I forgiven?"

She smiled, tenderness and amusement twinkling in her eyes. "Well, did you really make dinner?"

He chuckled, then kissed her cheek and led her to the kitchen where a small feast was waiting for the both of them.

For those who are confused: Since Riza saw them from the building, she thought that Charlotte kissed Roy on the lips, when actually it was on the cheek. She was far away when she saw it, so she assumed the worst, seeing as Roy has the reputation of being a playboy.

Sorry if it seems kinda OOC and extremely emo, especially on Riza's case, but I'm trying to highlight their feelings and thoughts. And also, it's not done, yet. I know it sounds like it from the ending of this chapter, but there is much more to come. MUAHAHAHA!

As always, PLEASE READ & REVIEW! It keeps me motivated. And when I'm motivated that means faster chapters!