On Tuesday morning, Riza stepped outside the back door to find Roy chopping firewood with an ax. It's only September, and winter isn't anytime soon, but he's going to be gone for at least the next two, and doesn't want to Riza to get cold.

Because it isn't fair for a fourteen year old girl to be chopping firewood when her own Father can, but won't, chop it himself.

Riza can't help but watch him as he swings down the ax. Even with a t-shirt on, she could see the muscles of his back and shoulders flex with each of his movements.

She feels her face flush as warmth pools between her legs. She's glad she decided to wear a skirt today, as the motions of her rubbing her thighs together isn't noticeable.

She quickly turns around to go back into the house, and goes up the stairs to his room. She grabs one of the foil wrappers that hold the preventatives, and slips it into her skirt pocket.

Feeling bold, Riza also slips her panties off, being completely bare underneath her loose knee length skirt. Skipping back down the stairs, she enters the kitchen as Roy enters through the back door.

"Hey." He said, wiping the sweat off his brow.

"Hi." Riza smirked, sitting on the kitchen table and facing him. She reached out and grabbed him by the waist line of his jeans, pulling him to her. She tilted her head up and kissed him on the lips, letting out a content moan as he kissed her back.

"Mmm- Riza, we can't do this here. You're dad could be home any minute." He groaned against her lips, as she unbuttoned his jeans.

"All the more reason for you to hurry up then." She smirked, her legs wrapping around his waist.

"Lemme go so I can go and get a condom." Roy moaned, trying to free himself from her grip.

Riza gave him a shit eating grin, before taking out the foil wrapper and putting it in his hand. She moved her hands to unzip his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down his hips, freeing his erection.

Roy snaked his own hands up her skirt, expecting to feel the fabric of her panties, but let out a satisfied grunt when all he felt was her skin.

"Roy, you really need to put the condom on." She gasped in his ear, as he sucked on her neck.

Tearing open the small square package, he took the rubber out and rolled it onto his dick, pushing her skirt up as he sunk inside of her.

"Oh yes." She moaned, resting her head on his shoulder blade as he gripped her hips, sliding in and out of her.

"God dammit, you feel so good." He grunted, pounding into her.

Normally he tried to make sex last as long as possible for them, but with Berthold coming home at an unknown time, they needed to hurry up and finish. It was bad enough he heard them having sex on their wedding night, they didn't want him to see them having sex.

Roy moved one of his hands from her hipbones to her clit, rubbing it as he fucked her.

"Ohhh!" Riza cried out, clenching him as she came. He let out a snarl as he bit down on her neck, his member twitching inside of her as he spilled his seed into the rubber confine.

Once they had both managed to catch their breaths, he slid out of her, removing the condom and disposing of it in the kitchen trash, burying it under the rubbish that was already in there so it wouldn't be easily discovered by her Father.

"I thought guys are supposed to be the ones that have a high sex drive? But you've practically been insatiable all weekend." Roy pointed out, pulling up his jeans.

"I think the term you're looking for is horny."

He simply shrugged. "I'm not complaining.

"Go put your underwear back on before your Dad gets home." He whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek.

Berthold arrived home at noon, while Riza was making lunch and Roy was studying Alchemy at the table.

"How was your trip, Sir?" Roy asked.

"Productive." Berthold grunted.

"Would you like some lunch?" Riza spoke up, looking at him as she stirred the pot of macaroni and cheese.

He nodded. "I'll eat in my study." And with that, he left and walked up the stairs, leaving the newly weds alone.

Roy let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, standing up and walking up to Riza, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"It was nice it being just the two of us." He frowned, kissing her cheek.

"It'll be a few years, but we'll be able to enjoy it again." Riza cooed, leaning her head back to rest on his shoulder blade.

Assuming we're not going to be parents in nine months. They both thought.

"Hey Roy?"

"Hmm?"

"Are there... other positions couples have sex in?"

"There's a few that I know of. Why?"

"Could we possibly try one tonight?" She begged, turning her head and kissing his jaw.

"Not that I'm not enjoying having sex with you, but why are you always wanting to have sex? Last night after dinner, we barely managed to make it back to bed." Roy pointed out.

"Because you're going to be gone for two years." She frowned.

"So you basically wanna have two years worth of sex in... just under four weeks?"

"Three if I do get my period before you go." She shrugged, turning off the stove and going to get some bowls from the cabinet.

Roy stepped away from her, his eyes on her as she scooped up the macaroni, serving the three of them. Berthold got the most, followed by Roy, with Riza getting the least amount of food.

That's how she'd always done it, for every meal she'd made, she always ate the least. No wonder she's so skinny! Riza left the kitchen, carrying the bowl of pasta up to Berthold's study.

Riza knocked on her Father's study, waiting for permission to enter.

"Come in." He said lowly.

She entered, and placed the bowl in front of him. He eyed the pasta and scoffed.

"Mac and Cheese?" He asked. That's the best you can make? his tone said.

"It's what Roy requested." Riza answered him. Hard to make anything nicer when funds are always low.

"You can go now." Berthold ordered.

"Please eat this time, Papa." Riza said softly.

"I need to concentrate on my research. Can't be distracted by food." He scoffed.

"But wouldn't hunger pains be a worse distraction?" Riza asked him, and the look he gave her told her she shouldn't have asked that.

Berthold quickly stood up, and smacked Riza in the side of her head, nearly knocking her to the ground.

"I said get out. And stay out!" He snarled, and Riza wasted no time in leaving his study, shutting the door behind her. She quickly and quietly walked to the bathroom, hiding in the small room as she struggled to calm herself down.

If Roy even suspected that her Father had hit her, a war would break out in her Father's study.

While she was gone, Roy went over to their bowls, scooping some of his lunch into hers, so that both bowls had an equal amount of food in them. He took their bowls, and set both of them at the table, sitting down to wait for Riza to come back down.

She came back five minutes later, and sat down in front of him without uttering a single word.

"What took you so long?"

"I had to wash my hands." Riza said, picking up her fork. It was half the truth, she did wash her hands while she was in the bathroom.

"D-did you give me some of your lunch?" She asked.

"Yes."

"W-why would you d-do that?" She stammered.

"Because you're my wife. I view you as my equal, despite you being raised to believe that I'm your master or owner or whatever. Because you're my equal, we eat the same amount of food at mealtime." He explained.

Riza couldn't say anything. She just sat there and stared at him. He was about to ask her if she was okay, when she quickly stood up, walked to his side of the table, and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

"I don't deserve someone as nice as you." She mumbled into his neck.

"You deserve someone that treats you like you're human, Riza." Roy said, hugging her back.

"How are you feeling?" Roy asked softly, stroking Riza's back as she laid against his chest.

It was later that night, and they were both in his bed, staying quiet as they could so they wouldn't disturb her Father while he was doing his research.

"Good. Didn't realize being on top required me to do so much work." She groaned, kissing his chest.

"Scary thing is, that one wrong move- from either of us- could send me to the hospital." Roy explained, chuckling nervously.

Riza quickly sat up, staring at him with wide eyes. Her mouth opened and closed several times, reminding Roy of a goldfish.

"Why would you even- you know what? Nope. I don't wanna know why. Not know, not ever." She said, shaking her head no.

He just laughed lightly at her, sitting up to kiss her.

"How many, you know, do we have left?" He asked her, kissing her jaw.

"And you said my sex drive was insatiable." She smirked.

"It is, but so is my curiosity."

Riza leaned over to the nightstand, opening the bottom drawer. She lifted up the false bottom, and couldn't the little rubber squares the secret compartment kept hidden.

"Seven."

"Damn. Gonna half to get more. With how you've been this weekend, that won't last us more then a few days." He groaned.

"More like a week. With my Father being back home, I'm not gonna be as, wild, as I was when he was gone." Riza sighed, climbing off of him to curl up against his chest.

"Hmm, true." He agreed, folding his arms behind his head.

They decided to spend the rest of the night speaking.

The two of them talked about what kind of house they wanted to have when they moved out of her childhood home (smaller then the Hawkeye Manor and absolutely full of life) whether or not they'd live on a military base (yes before becoming parents, no after they had children- assuming Riza wasn't already pregnant) a more specific number to how many children they did want (at least two, preferably one of each, but no more then six) if they wanted any pets (definitely a dog- dogs are the best, cats are too cranky and unpredictable) and they also chose baby names for in case Riza was pregnant and gave birth while he was gone, wanting to do so when they were together and not over letters or a rushed phone call.

"If we ever have a girl, can her middle name be Jane?"

"Of course, as long if we ever have a boy, he isn't named after me."

"Really? Most men want their first born son to be named after them. I would've been named after my Father if I had been a boy."

"Good thing I'm not like that, huh?"

The discussion of Riza's possible pregnancy scared the hell out them. Normal newly weds wanted to start their family as soon as possible, and were disappointed when they didn't conceive on their wedding night or their honeymoons.

But Roy and Riza weren't normal newly weds.

Their marriage was completely unconventional, starting out as being more of an ultimatum then a loving relationship.

It provided a safe and secure for Riza (both emotionally and financially, because despite Berthold's disdain for the Military, they did earn a decent paycheck- even more so if they were State Alchemists) and for Roy (while he would never say so out loud to anyone) it almost guaranteed he'd one day earn the rights to the secrets of Flame Alchemy, something he had been begging Berthold to teach him since he first walked into the house.

"Part of me doesn't think I'm pregnant, but it's still terrifying, having to wait." Riza sighed.

"Tell me about it. I just hope we have an answer before I leave. I'll be a nervous wreck otherwise."

"That morning kinda scared me."

"Because of how I reacted?" Roy frowned. He hadn't meant to scare her- he never wanted to scare her.

"Because I liked how it felt."

Oh.

"R-Really?" Roy gasped.

"Mmhmm. I don't know why, but the... warm feeling I got before you pulled out felt nice. Very nice, actually." She blushed.

"Is that a bad thing?" Riza asked, sitting up to face him.

"No more so then me enjoying cumming inside of you before I remembered to pull out." He chuckled nervously, covering his hands with his face.

Riza snorted, returning to cuddle against his chest.

"Something tells me that when we do decide to try and have a baby, we're going to have a lot of fun."

"Hey Riza?"

"Yes?"

"Do you... hmmm... do you know what happened to your Mom? You and your Dad never really discuss her."

Riza was silent for a while, tracing circles with her finger on Roy's chest, and for a moment he thought he had upset her.

"I don't really know all the details. I just know that one winter me, her, and my Father all got really sick. One after the other. I didn't get it as bad as they did, but it affected my Mother the worst. She never... really recovered. I remember my Father wouldn't let me go anywhere near her for weeks- he was probably afraid I'd catch it, because he told me once before you came here that he believes that what she died from and what me and him had were two different illnesses. Then one night, he let me in their room to tell her goodnight... She must've died during that night or the next day, because I don't remember ever seeing her again." Riza muttered.

"How old were you?" He frowned.

"I had just turned two. What about you, what happened to your parents?"

Roy exhaled through his nose, trying to remember all the details.

"I don't know much about it, I wasn't even one when it happened. All Aunt Chris ever told me was that it was because of a really bad automobile accident- lots of casualties, not just my Mom and Dad- and that she was glad it was after they had dropped me with her, because she wanted to spend the day with her only and favorite nephew, and not before they had dropped me off." Roy explained.

"Wanna know what really scares me sometimes?" Riza asked.

"Dying young and leaving our children orphaned?" Roy asked.

"Yeah, but not just that. I'm scared my Mother's fertility problems are genetic. Ever since I got my first period, my Father has brought it up in private multiple times. Apparently my Mother had difficulty getting pregnant, and an even harder time staying pregnant. She even had difficulties with her pregnancy with me. She spent the last ten weeks of her pregnancy on strict bed rest- and I was still born six weeks early! My Father said that she was pregnant nine times before she died and all she had been able to give him was one useless daughter." She groaned.

"I don't think you're useless, Riza. And I especially don't think you're useless just because you're a girl." Roy reassured her.

"You're just saying that because you're my husband and you don't want me to be upset."

"No. I'm saying that because it's the truth." He hissed lowly.

He didn't want to get into an argument about her over her low self esteem caused by her Father. He especially didn't want to get into a loud one with her. No need to get Berthold Hawkeye involved with their first marital spat.

"Whatever Roy." She frowned, pulling away from him and rolling over, her back facing him.

"Yeah, whatever to you too." He spat, turning away from her too, the both of them back to back.