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Chapter 5

"So… are you excited for the wedding, Miss First Lady?" Rebecca wiggled her brows and shot her best friend a teasing look as she asked, then took another bite of her whiskey chocolate cake that had salted caramel buttercream deliciously drizzled over the top. "Or should I say Mrs.?"

Riza ignored her facial expression and replied before nonchalantly sipping on her coffee, "Yes, of course I am."

"You don't sound excited though." Rebecca deadpanned and hummed to herself as her brows locked to a frown. "You are aware that your wedding is literally next week, right? Do you have any idea how lucky you are?"

Riza simply sighed, and grabbed the fork on her plate and munched on her dark chocolate, raspberry cake slice. "Yes, yes, I get it. I'm the luckiest woman alive, you told me that twenty times today."

The dark-haired woman huffed. "Good, as long as you know, Riza." She then sipped on her orange juice, before asking. "By the way, what does the First Lady do? I mean, the title sounds cool and all, and you are the Führer's wife, but what does your job include?"

"Social projects, hosting events and dinners, and to follow him up," Riza replied and took another bite of her cake. "I thought you wanted to be my secretary? You should know this then, Rebecca."

"I said I'd be your stylist—"

"Now that I think about it, I really do need an assistant, and perhaps a stylist. Rebecca—"

"How much do I get paid?" Rebecca stared at her intently with the silver, little fork dangling between her teeth. "If I get a better pay than a Major would, then I'm on board!"

The blonde woman stared at her friend blankly and huffed. "You know, Rebecca, I'm starting to question our friendship."

"Aww, I was just kidding! Honestly, as long as the pay's not a lot lower than what I earn now, I'm fine with it." Rebecca said casually as she continued gobbling her cake, "Do you not have one though?"

Riza heaved a sigh and shook her head. "No, not yet. Not enough, to say the least. I think everything will be settled after the wedding. That's when I'm officially the First Lady."

Rebecca hummed with a nod, then asked. "By the way, who planned the wedding? It's been only three and a half months since Führer Mustang proposed, and you've already planned everything? The wedding, the honeymoon…"

"Führer Mustang and grandpa planned it," Riza replied and sighed with her eyes closed. "If only he could put the same amount of effort on his paperwork."

Rebecca chuckled, then asked curiously. "You still call him by his title?"

"Ah… Habits die hard." She gave a sheepish grin. "He would give me this pout or scowl every time I call him sir."

"Hmph, lucky you. I can't believe that you're getting married before me." Rebecca crossed her arms with a playful glare, then raised her glass to her lips and finished her juice. "Well, where are you going for your honeymoon?"

"Xing." Riza replied, "His mother's hometown."

"Oh, so he's half Xingese? He doesn't look full Amestrian, but I wasn't sure if he was part Xingese."

She nodded. "He's half. By the way," She added, "Have I told you that I adopted another dog?"

Rebecca raised a brow at her and shook her head. "Really? When?"

"Just two days ago. A white Shiba Inu, four years old. She's a year younger than Hayate." Riza said with a proud tone.

"Hmm… Well, what did you name her?" Rebecca asked as she tilted her head slightly and rested her cheek on her palm with her elbow placed on the table.

"I didn't name her yet."

"Thank God you didn't." She muttered with a snort. "Why don't you ask your darling to name her? No offence, but you have a terrible naming sense, did he tell you that?"

"I take offence to that, Rebecca."

Riza's blood froze when she heard the sound of the door creaking open, and slowly closing. She then heard her two beloved dogs bark, making her heart pick up its pace, though she soon raised her brows in confusion when she recognised the barks to be cheerful and excited.

She twisted the tap off, and took her fluffy towel to briefly squeeze the water out of her wet, golden hair, then wrapped it around her curvy torso and stepped out of the shower stand.

Sliding the drawer open, she took the only gun she hid in the bathroom, wrapped her hand around the doorknob cautiously, took a deep breath, and opened the door and pointed the gun at the intruder, though she was immediately taken aback.

"Führer!" She was on the verge of shrieking as she stared at her raven-haired husband to be laughing and playing with her two dogs.

"Riza, you got another dog?" Roy said merrily as he petted the white Shiba Inu's head, and she responded excitedly with a lick. "And Riza, I thought I told you to call me Roy—" When he finally decided to look up at her, the jolly grin was immediately replaced with a gawk, with his jaw hanging, while she merely blinked back at him.

"Ah—I, uh…" He stammered, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, though his eyes were glued to her alluring body that was only covered by a thin layer of a towel that failed to hide her cleavage and creamy legs.

"My eyes are up here, sir." She cleared her throat with a quirked-up brow.

His eyes flickered up to meet hers, and her honey hazel eyes widened a fraction for a second when she detected desire in his dark, onyx orbs. "It doesn't really matter, does it? We're getting married in a week." He drawled, and she sensed the yearning he was desperately trying to suppress.

"Well, yes, but…" It was her turn to stutter as he affixed her with the stare, and he advanced towards her, his eyes watching water droplets drip down from her wheat-blonde hair to her porcelain skin, and her rosy cheeks from the warm shower she just had and the situation he placed her upon.

"Hmm?" He stood right in front of her, their chests practically touching each other's, and she could feel the deep rumbling in his chest as she placed her hands on them when he teased her with a hum, telling her to go on.

She sent him a weak, bashful glare, enticing a chuckle from him, and he gazed at her lovingly with softened eyes. He cradled her head gently and spoke softly before leaning down to kiss her lips. "Riza…"

The kiss was warm, gentle and sweet, and Riza returned the kiss as her eyes fluttered shut. She gasped lightly when he nipped lightly on her plump lower lip, and he took the chance to slip his tongue into her mouth to massage hers.

As he deepened the kiss, she grasped onto his coat that he had yet had the chance to take off, and the fabric bundled in her hands while she kissed him back with equal ardour. He pinned her against the wall behind her as he placed his hands on her hips firmly. With his knee wedged between her legs, applying the slightest of pressure, it sent jolts of tingles in her stomach, enticing her to moan into his mouth.

He abruptly pulled away, and stared at her, wide-eyed, then sheepishly said. "I… I'm sorry, got a bit carried away. I—"

"Why'd you stop?" She interrupted him with a soft murmur, desire lacing every word as the blush on her cheeks darkened, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed light kisses and bites on his jaw whilst ignoring the towel around her that threatened to drop to the floor.

A husky exhale left his lips, and he let out a guttural growl before gently pushing her away to shrug his coat and beige scarf off and swiftly took his white gloves off, and threw them hastily on the sofa chair.

He placed his arms around her waist and hips and lifted her up. She let out a gasp as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and she closed her eyes when he claimed her lips again. Placing her down on her bed once they entered her bedroom, he kicked the door shut before hovering over her as he kissed her deeply again, and his cold fingertips travelled up from her legs to her thigh, making the woman under him shiver.

"Roy…" Riza whimpered as she squirmed in his arms when he released her lips just to kiss her neck and gently suck on the flesh, while his warm palms held and squeezed her thighs.

He pulled away after leaving a dark red kiss mark and smiled down at her. "Finally willing to call me by my name, my dear?" He chuckled when she huffed an embarrassed one and looked away from him.

"You know, Riza," He murmured huskily as he trailed kisses from the shell of her ear down to her neck and chest, and he gently pried the towel off her. "Ever since the inauguration ball, we were so busy that we couldn't make enough time for each other. Three months, Riza."

He moved back up to press his lips against hers, and he spoke softly in a loving and tone, where she could detect the longing in his deep voice. "I missed you."

"I missed you too…" She responded shyly.

He smiled affectionately at his fiancé, before pecking her lips one more time, and leaned away to glance at her naked form. Roy Mustang was no stranger to women's body, but she was the only one who managed to leave him breathless.

He leaned back down to press his lips against her breasts as he slid a hand up from her thigh to cup her breast while his other hand caressed her thigh.

"Roy…"

He used nearly all his willpower to advert his attention away from her body to look back up at her, "Hmm?"

"I-Isn't it a bit unfair?" She said bashfully, nearly timorously (and she mentally cursed herself for that). "I'm all naked, and you still have clothes on…"

He blinked at her, then a grin broke out of his face. "Well, apologies, my dear." He unbuttoned his vest and dress shirt and threw it aside after taking it off. "Better?" He wiggled his brows teasingly.

She scowled, her cheeks growing redder. A man then escaped her lips when he dipped his tongue on her sensitive, erected bud. His wet tongue swirled around her pink nipple, then suckled on it while his hand fondled the other one.

Her eyes fluttered shut and her heart pounded against her chest in anticipation as she let out tiny moans. Her breath hitched when she felt his now warm fingers crawl to her inner thighs, and lightly stroked her womanhood that already grew soft and wet.

"Someone's ready." He teased as he moved to her other breast, and his mouth settled on the nipple.

Her bedroom was soon filled with her sweet moans, the watery sounds of his nimble fingers playing with her slick entrance and his mouth on her swollen, dark pink nub. He thrust two fingers in and out of her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck with a hand in his hair, heaving heavy breaths.

Her moans slowly died down to pants, and he chuckled when he released the nipple. "Not satisfied with just two fingers?"

She tightened her hold around his neck. "N-no, I—Ah!"

She let out a pleasured cry when he inserted another digit inside her and placed his thumb on her clit. "Roy…" She whimpered his name as he continued thrusting his fingers while rubbing her clit roughly, and he tweaked her nipple between his teeth gently.

"Roy, please…" She begged, her finger tugging on his soft hair as a wave of pleasure crashed her.

"Hmm?" He hummed as he reached up to kiss her collarbone and jaw. "Please what?"

She mentally uttered a curse and she bit her lip. Was he going to force her to say it?

"Well?" He murmured against her neck, then moved further upwards to look at her properly with a smirk. "Do you want me, darling—"

A loud grumble interrupted him, and Riza blinked at him. "Was that… was that your stomach?"

His eye twitched, and she bit her lip harder to stop herself from laughing out loud but failed as chortles, then laughter escaped her lips. He felt her squeeze his fingers tightly as she laughed non-stop, and his face started to burn as he pulled his fingers out of her. "R-Riza! Would you stop laughing!?"

"I-I'm sorry, Roy." She took a deep breath to suppress the laughter, and her shoulders shook slightly as she stifled her giggles. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes and she peeked an eye open to look at him. "Well, someone's hungry."

He scowled at her, enticing another hearty laugh from her.

"I haven't laughed like this for a long time." She said as she sat up, placing her hands on his shoulders to balance herself. "I would've never thought in a million years that our first intimidating moment would end like this."

The scowl on his lips deepened, but he was mentally surprised that she would laugh this hard.

"It's nearly half past eight. I was going to make dinner right after shower anyways, so why don't you stay? Or was that your intention all along?" She kissed his cheek and he reached a hand up to push a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. "Ack. I just remembered that it was still wet."

"I came to see my fiancé." He replied nonchalantly as he licked his fingers, making her throw a pillow at him out of embarrassment. "Do you happen to have men's clothes?"

"How'd you know?" Riza raised a brow at him in surprise as she picked her towel up and wrapped it around her torso, and walked to the closet. She took a pair of loose men's lounge pants and a T-shirt and threw it on the bed.

He chuckled. "Someone told me that some ladies prefer wearing men's clothes."

"That person is very right then." She replied while taking a pair of cotton panties from the drawer, and turned to him with knitted brows and tinted pink cheeks. "Do you mind waiting for me in the living room?"

He slipped the T-shirt on, then said while unbuckling his belt and taking it off. "I just saw you naked, dear, and you're shy of changing in front of me?" When she crossed her arms at him, he laughed lightly. "Alright, alright. I'll just turn around then."

"…Okay." She muttered as she scanned her closet for a comfortable and decent sleepwear. She looked over her shoulder when she felt a soft piece of clothing placed over her shoulder. "…Yes, Roy?"

"Wear this." He grinned boyishly.

"…Your shirt?" She raised a brow, then let out a chuckle. "Sure. Now turn around."

"I can do this by myself, you know."

"Yes, I do know after being told five times in the past four minutes," Roy replied with her golden hair in his hand, and a hairdryer in his other hand, tenderly blow-drying her hair. "Do you not trust me? I used to live in a house full of girls as a child."

"I trust you, but…"

"There, done." He turned it off and said after placing a kiss on the crown of her head. "You seem stressed and tired. Is there something wrong?"

Riza shook her head and leaned onto him, resting her head on his abdomen with her eyes closed. "Nothing's wrong."

He caressed her hair, then spoke. "Was I too… too aggressive? I kind of forced it on you, didn't I? I'm sorry, Riza, I—"

"What? No!" She stood up abruptly and turned to face him, making him widen his eyes slightly in surprise. She cupped his cheeks with her hands. "Nothing's wrong, sir… Roy."

"Really?" She nodded, and he placed a hand over hers and spoke softly. "Alright. I was worried that you might have pre-wedding blues or something."

She chuckled lightly. "I may be nervous, but I don't regret accepting your proposal." She then added before pressing her lips against his. "Not anymore."

He returned the kiss immediately as he wrapped an arm around her waist, and deepened the kiss. They pulled away after a while, their cheeks reddened due to the lack of oxygen, and they stared into each other's eyes in adoration, before the sound of his stomach protesting interrupted them again.

She let out a light laugh. "You must be starving. What would you like?"

"Something simple will do." He suppressed the embarrassed groan and replied.

"Pasta it is, then." She smiled and pecked his lips, before heading towards the kitchen.

"Riza." Roy suddenly spoke, breaking the silence between them as they sat on the sofa, quietly enjoying each other's presence after finishing their meal.

"Yes?" Riza immediately adverted her attention to her husband to be.

"Are you…" He sent her a wary look, before sighing. "No, it's nothing."

She raised a brow at him. "What is it?"

He took a deep breath, but soon exhaled heavily. "Never mind, don't mind me."

She leaned closer to him, looking straight into his eyes as curiosity filled her, and she knitted her brows when he looked away with pinkish cheeks. "Roy?"

"Are you a virgin?" He blurted out.

"Huh?" She blinked at him, her mouth agape at his sudden, random question. The corner of her lips twitched, and soft chuckles escaped from her sewed lips she desperately tried to clam shut, then she finally spoke after taking several deep breaths. "Why do you ask?"

"At least you didn't laugh out loud like you did two hours ago." He muttered, then replied. "…Just curious."

"I'm not." She said and hid an amused grin when it was his turn to blink at her, and a light grimace appeared on his lips. She offered a smile while placing a hand on his thigh. "I'm not a virgin, but it doesn't mean that I, well, have sex often. I only did it a few times, less than the number of fingers I have, believe it or not."

He gave a stiff nod while listening intently.

She shrugged and rested her head on his shoulder. "I didn't have time for relationships, especially when I had to babysit someone twenty-four-seven." She murmured.

"Oh… so you're blaming it on me, my dear?" He stared down at her with a grin. "And what do you mean by babysitting?"

She waved it off, then stifled a gasp when he suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted and moved her so she was sitting on his lap. She instinctively placed a hand on his shoulder to sit properly, then sighed. "So, since when were you curious about my sex life?"

"Just fifteen minutes ago." He replied, and she raised a brow at his answer. He scowled. "Did you have to phrase it like that?"

She shrugged. "I've never been one to be sophisticated with my words."

"Of course, Miss First Lady." He gave a teasing grin, and rested her head right below his chin. "How was your day, my dear?" He asked after a moment of silence.

"I had half-day off this afternoon; my first day off in three and a half months."

"Better than nothing." He grumbled, and she laughed lightly.

"I had lunch and afternoon tea with Rebecca, and she said she's willing to be my stylist since I have a horrible fashion sense. It can be better, according to her."

"That'd be great, can't wait to see your new wardrobe." He chuckled when she lightly slapped his shoulder, and he pressed his lips against the crown of her head. "By the way, when are you planning to move into my place? It's a bit odd that the Führer doesn't live with his First Lady, isn't it?"

"Right after the honeymoon, since that's when we're officially married," Riza replied.

"That's like in two weeks, but sure." He pulled her down so her forehead was leaning against his. "That place is way too big for two people, let alone one." He then pouted, "Do you have any idea how lonely I felt in that huge mansion?"

"Sorry." She couldn't help but smile at his puppy-like expression, and she kissed his nose. "Did you eat and sleep properly? You always tell me 'yes', but I can tell from your breath that you drank way too much coffee. And your dark eye circles."

"…Would you get mad if I told you that I don't really go back to the mansion, and I always sleep in my office?"

"No, not mad." She heaved a sigh. "Just very worried. I know how much paperwork you have to deal with, but you still have to rest properly. Oh, and how's the team?"

Roy smiled sheepishly. "Havoc and Breda would stay over at the Central Command sometimes, Falman and Fuery too but not as often as the two Lieutenant Colonels. I do eat properly though, the butler, Mr Moore would bring us breakfasts and dinners every day if I'm in the Headquarters. It's usually Fuery who buys lunches for us."

"I see," Riza said with a relieved tone as she caressed the dark circles under his eyes, and softly spoke. "Why don't you go to bed now? You still have work tomorrow."

He raised a brow, then nodded and placed an arm under her thigh, and the other around her waist, then stood up while carrying her, and headed towards the bedroom.

She blinked up at him. "Roy?"

"Hmm?"

"My bed is a double bed, it can barely fit both of us."

"I don't mind."

She knitted her brows. "But—"

He cut her off by placing his lips over hers, enticing her to widen her eyes, but she soon closed them and responded to the sweet kiss.

Omake:

"How'd you come in? I don't recall giving you a spare key."

"You seem to forget that I'm an alchemist, my dear."

"...Of course you'd use alchemy to break into my apartment."

"Hush, darling."

A/N: I've completely forgotten about Hayate's mate and his pups *Face palms* Let's just let it slide...

I know that Riza is kind of OOC, but still hope you liked this chapter!

Comments and constructive criticism are much appreciated! :)