Disclaimer: No, I don't own FMA.
Summary: Slow and steady wins the race, but only if you're incredibly lucky. When Ed discovers the secret to Human Transmutation, Roy and his team's mission of reaching the top is thrown off track. But when the higher ups, and even the Fuhrer get involved, the situation is quickly thrown into disorder and turned into a struggle for power.
Author's Note: Um. There is an itsy bitsy teensy weensy hint of smut at the beginning of the chapter, but I honestly don't think the rating needs to be bumped up to a M, but if anyone does, let me know and I will gladly change it.
CHECKMATE
chapter four: standing stones
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Roy Mustang was not used to waking up with women beside him in bed. Despite the fact that he constantly reminded all the officers working with him that he had a date most nights and that Havoc and the men assumed he got laid every night, he really didn't date that often, and when he did, the farthest he would go with a girl would be a kiss, if they were lucky.
And Roy never went on more than a few dates with any specific woman. They were not Riza. They never could be. The thought of spending more time with any woman other than her was unthinkable. None of them could ever be brought up to the level she was in his mind.
So when Roy woke up to cushions that were not his own and hair and warmth splayed over his chest that definitely were not his own, the first thought that ran through his mind had been, Oh shit, did I drink too much? Then the scent of his favourite blonde Lieutenant (he had no clue just how many nights he had lain awake, recalling her scent, her skin, her carmine eyes) had registered in his mind and his line of thought had changed more to a, Oh God, I'm in heaven..
Then she had laughed, and he cracked open an eye to glance at her, "What's wrong, Roy? And here I thought you were very experienced in this field considering the amount of times you've gone out with women."
He rolled over, pinning her grinningly to the bed, happy to settle his chin in the hollow of her collarbone, "Haven't slept with any woman since with you, in Ishbal." he murmured into her skin, taking her small hand in his under the covers.
At this, she glared playfully at him, "Really, Roy. I distinctly heard that secretary, you know, that brunette you so love flirting with, stating boldly in the washroom that the night with you she'd spent had been absolutely incredible." her tone was teasing, but he could pick out the underlying irritation in her voice. He turned her eyes up to hers.
"I haven't gotten laid since that one night in Ishbal with you," he said, frowning, "I promised you that you'd be my one and only, remember?"
Eyes completely serious, he stared up at her before another thought hit him, "Wait. Have you been with another man?"
Laughing, she drew him close, hugging him like a teddybear, "No. Do you think I'd have time with all the unfinished paperwork you give me? Honestly, Roy. But really," she murmured, "I'm glad you haven't been with another woman."
"I promised you, didn't I? Now we really have to get out of bed or else you will be very, very late for your first day working under the Fuhrer," he stated, not liking at all the thought of her working so close to their enemy.
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Pouring himself a cup of coffee and her a cup of orange juice, despite popular belief, he knew she detested the taste of coffee, he hummed quietly, smiling at her as she walked into the kitchen. "Here you go, cup of orange juice."
Taking the cup from him, she turned in his direction, "You know, Roy. Me working under the Fuhrer isn't such a bad thing, I mean, I could possibly get some information from him.. and get it back to you, right?"
He frowned, "Riza Hawkeye. You are not going to do anything that could possibly get you under suspicion and give him some excuse to tear you apart." he said, without thinking. Although she was unendingly loyal to him, the one thing she could not stand, and he knew this, was him ordering her because he was afraid on her behalf. On her side of logic, if he got to do irrational irresponsible and utterly unsafe things for her, she would do the same for him.
He grimaced when she frowned, "Roy. I am not useless. I can take care of myself."
"I know, Riza. But.. be careful, will you?"
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They ran through the routine, he often showing up at her doorstep after he finished work, sometimes she'd be done earlier than him and sometimes he would be. Regardless, he let himself in, and they would spend the night together.
Two weeks from when she'd started, he woke up to find her already in the kitchen. "Hey Rize."
"Roy, I've been thinking, why haven't you brought Maes back? I mean, since Ed's discovered the secret, why don't you bring him back? I know you'd be-"
"Rize. Don't. Just don't mention that, please."
She looked up at him, startled by his harsh tone, "Why? Don't you-"
"Just shut up about it, Riza." he glared at her. Really, he knew he was being a jerk, but the knowledge that he could bring back Maes was painful enough. "I have to leave early today, see you," he commented lifelessly, stepping out the door, knowing he was an idiot and wondering what he would do with the extra hour he would have to spend at the office with no one there yet.
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"Fullmetal," he yelled, spotting the Alchemist as he walked by, "Could you come in here for a second."
"Edward, Alphonse," he greeted them.
"Colonel." they, or rather, Al, responded before nudging Ed in the ribs.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing, brother! Your suit of armour hurts!"
"Boys, please. Ed. About the research you've uncovered, I'm going to reveal it to my lady friend, Elizabeth, is that all right with you?" he stated with what he hoped was a casual tone, hoping against hell Ed would understand.
Fortunately, the Alchemist blew out a breath, "Pft. Do what you want, I don't care."
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"Riza? Are you home yet?" peering around the house, he muttered, "Guess not." Settling himself on a couch. Peeling off his jacket, he settled down on a couch in just his boxers and a white dress shirt. He let himself drift off to sleep to wait until she got home.
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Groaning, Roy muttered, pulling on his military pants before dragging himself to the door and yanking it open, "Hello- Havoc? What're you-?"
"Colonel, the Fuhrer's team working on the Scar case (A/N: Just so you know, this story isn't exactly going to follow the manga timeline or the anime though it will include parts of it..) got caught in a skirmish."
Laughing, Roy stares at Havoc, "I don't care about Fuhrer's mission team. This is all the better for us if he loses more men."
"Sir, you don't understand. The Fuhrer's team did not go to find Scar, Scar came to find the Fuhrer in his office. And Hawkeye-"
He slammed the door in Havoc's face.
Author's Note: There's the chapter.. read & review please. (:
