"You know, some people would call this a relationship."
"And you must be the woman that's been screwing my husband."
"What would you call this thing we have?" Roy asked. They were cuddling on his couch, watching some terrible film from a decade ago that they weren't really paying attention to. They were more interested in each other. Riza wouldn't have been able to concentrate anyway because he was brushing his fingers gently up her arm.
"What do you mean?"
"Us. What would you class it as?"
"You know, some people would call this a relationship," Riza smiled dryly. "It's been three weeks. I think it's safe to say we're at that point."
"Okay."
Riza turned around to look at him. "Why?"
"Just wondering."
"Are there any concerns?" Riza asked, noticing his demeanour. He looked slightly nervous and couldn't hold her gaze.
"No…"
"But?" Riza coaxed from him.
"I just don't want to mess it up again." His eyes were downcast as he admitted it. "I'd hate myself if I did."
"How can you be so sure you will?" she asked. A hand was placed upon his cheek. She stroked it with her thumb, the action bringing his gaze back up to hers.
"I'm sure I will. I just don't want to."
"You're fine, Roy. Honestly. We figured it out. We'll be okay. If it works out, it works out. If it doesn't, it doesn't, but let's just think about the here and now, rather than thinking that far into the future."
His face softened, his body relaxing underneath her hands. "Thank you." His free hand rose to grip the one on his cheek, and he entwined their hands together. "Okay, I've got to pee."
After they untangled themselves, there was a knock at the door.
"Could you get that for me?" Roy called through. "It's probably the food."
"Okay."
Riza froze when she opened the door. A tall, incredibly beautiful, woman was staring back at her, her own smile dropping when she spotted Riza. Her long black hair tumbled over her shoulders, shining in the artificial light from the hallway above her. There wasn't a hair out of place. Her makeup was as perfect as her hair, her lips a rich red colour. The woman's eyes hardened slightly as she stared down at her, and Riza suddenly felt very small underneath her scrutinising gaze.
"Hello. Can I help you?" Riza greeted politely.
"I'm looking for Roy Mustang." Not even a hello in return. Her voice was sultry and smooth. Coupling that with her appearance, Riza got the distinct feeling that something was wrong here.
"This is his house, yeah," she stuttered. She didn't know what to do here. She just wanted Roy to come out and deal with this instead. "My name is Riza, can I take a message for him or –?"
"Riza?" she asked sharply.
"Yes." This wasn't good. Where the hell was Roy?
"My name is Solaris," she greeted, her spine straightening. She smiled tightly at Riza. She felt her stomach drop, sensing something was coming that she really wouldn't like. "And you must be the woman that's been screwing my husband."
Yep. That will do it.