Hello y'all!

Last weekend I was at old friends' wedding, and during mass the next day they were in the row before me, and he had the label of his pullover outside of it. Then my brain switched to Royai and I thought "What if for some reason Roy had something not in the right place on him and Riza puts it back in place?"

Two days later, this was written and translated. The ending is more steamier I expected, but it stayed rated T. The title comes from "Healing Edge" by Cold Shelter.

Enjoy!


Riza finishes fasting her holster to her thigh, tightening the straps so her weapon can't be seen when she walks. She fixes her short hair with her hand and leave the bathroom to go back in the hotel room where the Colonel is getting ready too. Their mission needs them to disguise into newlyweds, and they must share the room.

Anyway, the military wouldn't want to pay for another one.

After three days spent investigating and asking questions under the cover of tourism and discovery of the local culture, Riza is getting used to the simple and natural ways they have set between them.

Riza don't care anymore about how the inhabitants of this small town in the North-East look at them, and she slips her hand in Roy's offered palm, leans onto him when he places his hand on her waist, feels her cheeks flushing red when he looks at her as if she were the apple of his eyes. The more time passes, the less Riza can tell what is her cover and what is her real feelings.

She knows it's not a good sign. If they forget about the rules, it'll be impossible to go back to the beginning, to the distance they have set between them for two years now, when she's promised to protect him.

However, each time she sees the tender glances he gives her and his soft wry smile her resolves melts away. It's been months she knows she can't hold against him what he's done with her secret. They're both responsible and nothing will change that fact. As she has spent time serving under his order, the feelings she has had for her father's student have come back. The student has matured, she has too and she knows what she feels for him goes way beyond her youth's infatuation.

Riza opens the door of the bathroom. The Colonel – "Roy", her heart sighs – is kneeling beside the bed, tying his shoes. He rises his head when he hears her coming in but what Riza immediately sees is the tangled strap of his shoulder holster and his face lighting up when he looks at her.

"Are you ready?" He asks with a smile.

Riza nods and her throat is suddenly dry. She can see the muscles of his arms and chest under his white shirt and she wants to touch them to test how firm they are. She takes a few steps toward him and holds her hand out. But she resists the temptation and instead her hand goes under his arm and her fingers settle the strap back in place on his back.

She steps back. Suddenly Roy's hand is on her waist, and she realizes how close they are. Her cheeks burns and her breath catches in her lungs as she looks at Roy's black eyes. She finds a strange mix there, between gravity, uncertainty, surprise, and affection that hit right through her heart. Their mission becomes secondary. Riza knows this moment will change everything, but she wants it. Her hand lands on Roy's back and she steps forward again, her eyes still on his.

"Riza…" he breathes.

When she hears her name, her heartbeat speeds up and her muscles tense with impatience. There's only one step more to make.

"Roy…"

The step is made, and their lips meet each other, hungry, as Roy puts his other hand on her neck where her short hair caresses her skin. His lips are warm but when he opens his mouth she can taste the menthol of his toothpaste. They're a bit clumsy, they're looking for their pace, and finally they are in tune. They explore the other's lips, bit by bit, languidly. They take their time, but Riza knows it's' only the beginning. She places her hand on Roy's chest – he's really toned – and approaches him even more.

Roy groans lightly and embraces her more. They deepen their kiss and Riza eagerly welcomes his tongue in her mouth. It's so different from what they've lived theses past days. It's not a soft kiss on her forehead, nor a sweet kiss on her cheek, nor a hand-kiss given with a burning look. It's way more than that and Riza knows this kiss is the logical follow-up of the ones they've given each other on the streets.

Laws of the military fade away in her mind and she gives up under Roy's embrace, under his kiss, his warmth. His mouth leaves her lips and he drops a kissing trail on her cheek, her jaw, her throat, her shoulder, while his hands slide on the small of her back and on her ass, massaging it, making her sigh. His gestures are soft but he knows what he's doing, and Riza stifles a moan when his lips insist on the opening of her cleavage.

Roy murmurs a praise and she's feeling like nothing can stop her. She takes his head between her hands and her lips are back on his into a feverish dance. She takes a step forward, and they fall on the bed. Roy is under her, his eyes are shining, his lips are red – is it because of her lipstick? – and he gives her a bright smile. He's holding her by her waist, but his hand leaves it to touch her cheek. Riza nests her head in his palm, and she enjoys his warmth. Then she opens her eyes and bends over Roy to kiss his forehead, his nose, his cheeks one after the other, and at last his lips. She tastes the most precious of nectars on them.

Their situation is reversed when Roy flips her without warning and his hand finds the slit of her dress, caresses her thigh until he finds the strap of her holster. He stops kissing her and smiles hungrily at her. Riza gives him back his smile. She's waited enough for that. The wall she's built around her feeling lays on the ground and the rubbles will be useful to pave the road she wants to build with Roy.

"Are you sure, Riza?" She finds uncertainty in Roy's eyes as his thumb strokes the skin on her leg in small circles, awakening sensations Riza has never felt with anyone.

She anchors her eyes to his. "I'm certain, Roy," she replies. Then she begins to unbutton his shirt.

The party they've been invited to by the mayor can wait. Anyway, no one will be angry at newlyweds being late during their honeymoon.