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Chapter 27

Riza felt oddly lonely when she woke up in the bed alone. At first, a surge of panic rushed through her, enticing her to sit up. She looked over to the bedside drawer on her side, noticing a piece of paper on top. Leaning over to grab the note, she scanned through the words written and smiled.

She stood up, heading towards her drawer, placing the note down and slipped her two rings on her left ring finger whilst humming an idle tune, then moved to the bathroom.

"Happy birthday, Riza!"

The blonde let out a light 'oof' and a chuckle as her best friend wrapped her arms tightly around her.

Rebecca grinned as she pulled away, her hands holding the blonde's. "Now that you're officially in your thirties, I won't be the only one being called auntie."

Riza laughed, "Why do I have a feeling that you've been looking forward to this day more than me?"

Rebecca snorted, then took a wrapped box and handed it to her. "Here, just a little something for you."

"You didn't have to," Riza said, though gratefully took the box. "Thank you, Rebecca."

"Open it when we get back to the office," She said excitedly. "I really do hope you like it."

The First Lady raised a brow. "What did you get me?"

"You'll find out," Rebecca hushed.

"...If you say so..." She muttered as she entered the vehicle.

...

"Rebecca..."

Said woman looked over to the blonde as she spoke, surprise evident in her tone. "What? You like the gift?"

Riza took out three collars from the box, a smile on her lips. "I would have never expected you to give this. Thank you so much, Rebecca, they're lovely."

The dark-haired woman quirked a brow up, and picked up a lace-embroidered satin slip. "You're just going to ignore this?"

"I half-expected you to give me something like that." Placing the gifts back in the box, she put it away. "But thank you anyways."

"I got the collars 'cause I thought you might need it to tell the two black ones apart," Rebecca said, "Can you?"

Th blonde hummed, "Sort of. One's very quiet, and the other one loves to bark."

"...Well, a little collar would be cute."

"Yes, it would." Her smile widened, "Can't wait to put them on the puppies."

"Hello, Rebecca. Long time no see." The woman blinked at the raven-haired Fuhrer who greeted with a tiny smile, before raising her right hand to a salute. He chuckled, "It's alright. You're not even in the military anymore."

"Habits die hard, sir, and you're the Fuhrer, after all." Rebecca shrugged, then teased with a grin. "I see you're all dressed up, sir. Going on a date with Riza? I don't see any flowers."

Roy let out a laugh, "I did get her flowers, but they're not with me now,and I think we both know that she would most likely think that they're in the way."

"I agree with you." She crossed her arms and huffed, "Riza's in the washroom, so she should be here anytime soon."

"You're free to go, Rebecca. I'm driving today." He said.

"Yes, sir." She saluted to him again before heading towards her car, "Tell her my regards, and enjoy your date."

"I will. Thank you." He nodded, then grinned. "The boys are at the pubs downtown in case you're wondering where Havoc is."

"Thanks, sir." She narrowed her eyes at him and drove off.

Roy heaved a sigh and fixed his tie lightly. He jumped ever so slightly when he heard a familiar voice call him, and he turned towards the source of the sound.

"Roy," He watched his wife skip towards him with a smile hanging on her ruby red lips.

They embraced each other, and he leant down to press his lips against hers for a sweet kiss. "Happy birthday, Riza. I'm sorry for not being there in the morning." He murmured and leant away to look at her apologetically. "Something urgent came in, and I wanted to finish dealing with it as soon as possible."

"I understand, I read the little note you left me." She said, and eyed him from head to toe. "Aren't you looking handsome today? It's very nice to see you out of your uniform right after work."

"Aren't I always?" He kidded with a smirk, then leant down and sniffed her neck, and a sweet scent of vanilla and musk entered his nose. "You're wearing that perfume."

"...I thought it'd be nice to," She sighed as he pressed kisses down her throat, and she grasped his shoulder. "We're in public, Roy."

He slowly pulled away, sheepishly saying, "Couldn't help it, you know I'm a sucker for that perfume. You look lovely in that dress too, by the way."

I know, she mentally thought, then smiled brightly, grasping his hand in hers and squeezed gently. "Thank you."

He kissed her temple, "I intended to start your day with something..." She sighed, and he chuckled, then murmured huskily. "I'll make sure to make it up to you, Riza."

She let out a hum, "I suppose I'll give you a chance, then. But before that," She moved away from his arms, gesturing for him to enter his vehicle. "Dinner first."

He grinned, following suit. "I hope you're hungry. I've never been to this restaurant before, it's your grandfather who suggested it to me."

"Do you go visit him once in a while?" She asked, buckling her seat belt.

"Sometimes," He replied, "Just to play chess with him."

"Maybe I should go see him some time." She said, feeling slightly guilty.

He peered at her, "He asks about you whenever I go see him."

"Oh no. When was the last time I visited him?" She pondered, her tone distressed. "And now that I think about it, I haven't visited my parent's grave for such a long time..."

"Let's go visit them someday," Roy offered a smile, temporarily taking a hand off the wheel to place his hand over hers.

She returned the smile, and nodded.

"I didn't actually think that dinner would take three hours." Roy glanced at the clock as he shed his coat off and hung it on the coat hanger.

"It's a six-course menu, isn't it? And we also booked the busiest time period." Riza said, removing her accessories, then went to the bathroom to remove her light makeup before releasing the golden locks that were tied to a bun.

Roy gazed at his wife as she came back out from the bathroom, and headed towards her, gently taking a strand of her soft, nearly waist-length hair. "It's grown."

"Right..." She touched her hair, "It's been a little more than a year since I last cut it properly. Maybe I should go get it trimmed."

"You want to cut it?" He asked, and she sensed the disappointment in his tone.

She blinked. "You like it long?"

He immediately shook his head. "I like it in any length, but I'll still miss it if you cut it."

"I'm planning to get it back to shoulder-length since it's easy to style." She murmured, and chuckled. "It's like Winry's length right now. Did I tell you that she was the reason I decided to grow my hair out?"

He nodded, "You did."

"Brings back memories, doesn't it?" She placed her forehead on his shoulder, "It's a little longer than the length I kept during the Promised day."

He wrapped his arms around her tightly, resting his chin on top of her head. He spoke, his voice deep and low, almost to a whisper. "I nearly lost you that day."

She pulled away slightly, smiling. "I'm here, aren't I?"

"I know," He muttered, "But the sight of you laying on the ground, bleeding out still haunts me till this day."

"Really?" She asked, concern filled in her voice and reflected in her eyes.

"Sometimes." He admitted, and he pressed his forehead against hers. "I can't afford to lose you, Riza."

"So can't I, Roy." She felt a bitter, unpleasant feeling tug her heart, enticing her to cup his cheeks, caressing his smooth skin and kissed his lips.

Their lips moved against each other's tenderly, and they pulled away after a while.

She tiptoed and whispered into his ear, a tiny, mischievous smile on her lips. "Now, didn't you promise me something?"

His lips curled up to a grin, "Right. Of course, my dear."

They kissed again, this time feverishly with more urgency as he nipped on her lower lip, asking for permission. She parted her lips, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth, and their tongues danced for dominance.

His hands unzipped her dress, pulling it, letting it slide down to the floor and for her to step out of it. Releasing her lips, he took a small step away to admire her curvy body in the matching thin, lacy lavender lingerie.

"Not black?" He hummed with a raised brow.

"Don't like this colour?" She murmured, her hands on his upper torso, getting rid of his tie and vest, then unbuttoned his white shirt.

He shrugged the shirt off before pulling her close, planting kisses on her forehead, cheeks and lips. "I do. You look great in any colour, dear." She stifled a gasp when he suddenly carried her in his arms and turned towards their king-sized bed.

They shared a brief moment of silence as they stared into each other's lust-clouded eyes lovingly, then he sat her on his lap properly, her sides facing him before leaning in for another kiss.

"Though as much as I love seeing you in these," He tugged one side of the bra's strap down as he peppered kisses down her neck to her breasts, then unhooked her bra. She blushed under his gaze, his dark eyes pinning her heatedly as he helped remove her bra out of the way, and latched a pink nipple in his mouth. "I prefer them off of you."

...

How many times had she come already? Three, or was it four? Riza couldn't recall as muffled moans escaped her lips with her face buried in her soft pillow. She was laying on her stomach and her husband's chest pressed against her back as he ground his hips against her pert arse, while having his manhood rubbing in and out of her soaked entrance.

She had gone from laying on her back with his head in between her legs, to straddling his lap, to being on her hands and knees, then her arms gave away as her legs trembled when she last climaxed, though she could never get enough of the rock of his hips, his sensual touch, sweet murmurs and gentle commands.

She fisted the covers in her hands and let out a loud moan of his name as he gave a particularly hard thrust, and she gasped, feeling herself coming close again. She turned her head to face the side, whimpering. "R-Roy... Ah... Please..."

He pressed his lips against her nape, then lightly nipped her shoulder. He inwardly smirked that his wife would beg, and he grunted against her ear. "Please what, Riza?"

He was making her beg more, but she couldn't care less at this point as she managed between gasps and moans. "Please... harder, Roy..."

"As you wish, darling." He murmured, then pulled out.

Riza widened her eyes at the loss of warmth and contact, nearly whining, and she turned to protest, just to have him hold her hips and flip her over so her back was against the bed.

"Is this your favourite position?" She teased.

"Hn." He grunted and held her thighs, then pounded back into her, eliciting a startled moan. Wrapping her legs around him, he began to thrust in and out of her sensitive womanhood roughly.

Roy kissed her neck, sucking on the skin till red love bites appeared on her porcelain skin, then lowered his head to her breasts, leaving light teeth marks on the curve of the perky mounds before taking the swollen peak back in his mouth.

She bit her lower lip, letting out a muffled moan and she tightened her grip on his back, her nails digging in his flesh and grazing the skin.

Fuck, he groaned mentally from the mixture of pain and pleasure he felt as her slick walls clenched him tightly.

"Riza..." She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, watching his handsome features contained in pleasure. He huskily spoke, "Touch yourself, love."

She hesitated for a slight second, but she reached a hand down to her sensitive nub and closed her eyes as she rubbed the little bundle of nerves, and she instantly let out another loud moan.

He groaned heavily, the sight of his wife pleasuring herself whilst pumping into her driving him mad, and he grunted her name again, urging her to come.

Her moans grew louder with each hard slam of his hips, waves of pleasure mercilessly washing over her, and her fingers worked faster, rougher. She mind went blank as she climaxed again, tears formed at the corner of her eyes and she cried.

His thrusts slowed down, ensuring she rode out her orgasm, though he didn't stop rocking his hips, enticing her to immediately squirm under his arms.

"Roy..." She reached a hand up to cup his cheek, "Come for me..."

He moaned lowly at her words and sped up his thrusts. "Riza," He grunted, squeezing her thighs.

She kept a hand on her clit, rubbing the swollen bud again, and the other grasped the pillow. He leant down and roughly claimed her lips, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs back around his hips before they moaned into each other's mouths as they reached their peaks.

They held each other tightly as he spilt his seeds inside her, and they panted breathlessly before he rolled back onto his side next to her.

"I'm going to be sore tomorrow," Riza groaned, turning her head towards him.

"I hope that's not a complaint, you seemed to have enjoyed it as much as I have." Roy turned to her and kissed her forehead. She wrapped an arm around him, resting her head on his shoulder, and he murmured. "Happy birthday, my dear."

She suddenly remembered the times when she quietly wept in her room as a child on her birthday, her mother gone and her father paid her no attention. She then recalled a certain raven-haired teen handing her a pink rose on her birthday with a cheery grin.

She felt her eyes sting and start to water, and she closed her eyes before they can roll down her cheeks. She smiled, kissing her husband's jaw and softly spoke. "Thank you, Roy. This one's the best one yet."

He leant away and tilted her chin up gently to press his lips against hers, kissing her lightly.

"I love you," She whispered against his soft lips.

He smiled fondly at her, his onyx eyes softened. "I love you too."

She chuckled as he nuzzled his nose against hers, and she quickly kissed his nose before sitting up. "Let's take a bath, we'll catch colds if we stay here like this."

Roy nodded, and grinned as he watched her take his white shirt from the floor and wore it, buttoning up a few buttons, though not enough to hide her cleavage.

"Something on your mind?" She asked.

He took his underwear and trousers and put them back on, and followed her to the bathroom where she prepared the bath. "I was wondering what difference there'd be if we were never in the military and married."

She heaved a light sigh and moved to sit next to her husband on the mat beside the tub, her head on his shoulder. "...I don't think marriage life would have much of a difference."

"You think so?" She turned her head to gaze into his onyx eyes and nodded.

Roy let out a hiss when the hot water reached a certain area on his upper back, enticing his startled wife to immediately ask, worry in her voice. "What's wrong?"

He turned his back towards her, silently requesting for her to inspect his back. He quirked a brow up when Riza didn't say anything, but gently caressed the area on his back.

She was blushing, and he grinned as he slowly realised what it was on his back. "My, darling, how feisty of you."

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't realise..." She muttered bashfully and kissed the scratch marks.

"It's fine, Riza, I'll get used to it in a while." He shrugged it off as he sat back down properly, just to sit up immediately and wince.

The blonde stepped out of the tub and got a face towel and wet it with cool water before entering back into the tub. "Here," She said as she placed it on the scratch marks, then placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled him down towards her so his back was pressed against her chest. She slowly laid down, careful not to have the hot water splash onto her husband's back. "Better?"

"Much better." He sighed and relaxed, resting the back of his head on her shoulder, and she kissed his temple.

"...I feel a bit old now," Riza muttered.

He raised a brow, "Why say so? You're a few things but old isn't one of them."

"Even Mrs Bradley told me to hurry if I want to have children." She hummed, "Wasn't Winry just nineteen when she had her first child?"

Riza couldn't help but feel bitter and envious of the younger woman, but at the same time felt relieved.

"I don't find there to be a problem to give birth during your thirties." He said nonchalantly.

"I wonder how long it took for Gracia to get pregnant." She placed her arms around his shoulder.

"Riza." The raven-haired man turned around to face her, worry etched across his handsome features. "Are you stressed about not getting pregnant? I thought I told you not to worry about it."

She offered a smile, a slightly sad one. "...I'm fine."

He sighed and moved forward to kiss her forehead. "Don't worry about it, dear."

She nodded and pulled on his arm, beckoning him to lay back down on her.

...

"Oh shit."

"Roy?" Riza asked, surprised to hear her husband mutter a cuss.

"I nearly forgot," He smiled sheepishly at her, and took her hand to lead her off the bed.

She quickly wrapped a thin robe around her before following him out of their bedroom, and entered the study room. Her honey hazel eyes widened as she saw a bouquet of red roses with white waxflower in a clear, glass vase on the table. She walked towards the table to admire the flowers, and she carefully held the vase and smiled at her husband. "You got me flowers."

"I couldn't think of what to get you, so I got the flowers first." Roy grinned, "In case you're wondering when I got them, I actually ordered them at lunchtime and asked someone to pick them up. I was actually quite surprised that the Armstrong florist has a proper flower shop now-"

He was cut off as she kissed him, and smiled sweetly at him as she pulled away. "Thank you, Roy. They're beautiful."

"You're welcome, dear." He returned the endearing smile.

"Would it be alright if I put it in our room, on our bedside table?" She asked.

"Of course," He nodded, "Would be nice."

Gently cradling the vase of flowers in her arm, she headed back towards their bedroom whilst saying, "You used to give me a single pink rose for my birthday when you were studying alchemy, remember?"

"I do," His onyx eyes softened, chuckling. "I didn't have much with me so I could only afford one rose."

"I was still very happy." She placed the vase down and laid down next to her husband, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I remember that," He lifted the covers and placed it over them, and reached towards the lamp on his side and switched it off before turning back towards Riza, saying as he let out a yawn. "I actually opted for roses for old time's sake as well."

"How sweet of you," She kissed his chest. She chuckled when she heard soft snores as his chest heaved slightly, and she kissed him again lightly before closing her eyes.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed reading this! Hope it wasn't too cheesy or somethin'.

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