Riza... you need to wake up... someone needs you...

I can't open my eyes.

Fight it, Riza; it's not your time yet. Rest now and dream.

Dream, Lieutenant Hawkeye did. She dreamed of a hand on her chest, a fierce burning pain, then...

His lips touched hers sensuously. She knew the reason for it; to keep her quiet in case she failed to, but it didn't matter.

She dreamed of strong but gentle hands caressing her over and over while sensuous lips planted kisses all over her body. The mouth moved downward to the now moist area between her thighs and thhead the mouth belonged to looked up. Warm hazel eyes simmered in her soul. They looked up for merely a second before the mouth covered the most sensitive area of her body.

"...please..."

"I need you, Riza...I want to taste you so bad..."

And taste he did. Riza gipped her sheets as pleasure built up. "Oh--!"

Then she woke up.

She sat up, gasping for breath and sweating. Where am I? she asked herself, looking around.

"Lt. Hawkeye-?!"

This was a hospital, she figured.

"Hawkeye?"

A concerned voice was talking to her; Riza looked in that direction. Col. Mustang was sitting by her bed, looking at her with sleepy, concern-laced eyes. "Sir...?" Her chest seized in pain and she doubled over. Mustang put a hand each on her back and stomach and gently eased her back into a lying down position.

"Easy there, soldier; you went through some rough times."

"...sir...? Wha--what happened?" Riza let loose a series of body racking coughs.

"You're lucky to be alive, Lieutenant; why didn't you leave when I told you to?" The colonel's voice was hard, though not as hard as it should have been. Even still, Riza looked away.

"I...couldn't leave you, sir..."

"And if neither of us had survived? What would have happened then?" Mustang's voice grew harder. "I gave you an order, Lieutenant; I expect my orders followed."

"I...I'm sorry, sir..." Riza coughed again, tears coming to her eyes. Why now...? I just woke up.

"Lieutenant...look at me." She did so, drawing her eyes to Mustang's face. What was there surprised her greatly.

Mustang's eyes, normally hard and cold, were warm and comforting, despite his lack of smile. Their hazel depths revealed concern and... caring? "...Colonel?"

"I'm glad you're safe, lieutenant."

Now Riza laughed. "Sir, I've been sleeping for... how long...?"

"About three weeks." Mustang tried to hide a chuckle but failed. "I'm glad you made it, Riza; Central would have been a dull place without you."

"Thank you, sir." Wait--did he just call me by my first name?

"We're going to be roomates for some time; just call me Roy." Mus--Roy laughed, a shallow one, more due to wounds than anything.

"Isn't that kind of... innapropriate...?"

"Very." Mustang's--Roy's-- voice went serious, as did his face. "But security is stretched thin as it is." He related the details that Havoc told him--leaving out Havoc's pseudorelationship with Lust. "Lust is gone now; she went up in flames. But none of that matters now." He leaned closer, taking her hand in his.

"Uh... Col--Roy...? You're kinda--mph??!" Riza was cut off by Mustang seizing her by the back of her neck and crushing his mouth to hers. His arms snakes around her body and held her close while her hands went to his cheek and shoulder. They only stopped for air. "Roy...?"

"Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting to do that?" Mustang asked quietly while looking into Hawkeye's gaze.

"But... General Order..." Riza stammered, still in shock from the kiss.

"Doesn't mean shit when you're hospitalized." Mustang pulled her face to his again, this time gentler. "I almost lost, not only a great soldier and lieutenant, but my heart as well."

Neither noticed as Lieutenant Havoc peeked in, intending to check on both of them, then hurried out; a fierce blush was on his face. He shut the door behind him.