Riza

Turns out Roy isn't such a bad actor after all, he can be a gentleman when he wants to be. The ride to the restraunt where we were meeting my parents didn't seem to take long. We talked about the school finals coming up and our summer plans, obviously we had to mix in plans to keep my folks thinking I was dating Roy; but he didn't seem to mind that at all.

When we got out of Roy's car at the restaurant and I was suddenly very nervous. I stopped while looking at the doors, fiddling with strap of my bag. I was surprised when he suddenly took my hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze before lifting it to his mouth and kissing it lightly. "Don't worry Riza, and stop looking surprised each time I do something a lover would do." He said getting closer to me.

I hadn't realized I was looking at him shocked since he kissed my hand. This might end up being the biggest issue, him making all these physical advances. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, there was one way to try and over come this; but no way was I going to do that! I don't think I could pretend as well if I had that kind of contact with him.

I nodded to him and he slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to his side. I nestled close to him with ease, fitting against his side like I was made to be there. His hand rested on my hip, a little to low for my liking but since he was playing the part of my lover it was perfect. We walked into the restaurant and waited a second before I spotted my parents. My mother and farther spotted us at the same time.

My mothers eyes went wide and my father gave us a suspicious stare. We walked to the table and I could feel my hands starting to shake, but Roy took them in his and smiled confidently. "Don't worry Hawkeye trust me." I looked up and smiled pushing a little further into his side. For some reason I felt perfectly secure in his arms, with him taking the lead.

"Mr. and Mrs. Hawkeye! Great to see you! Small world right?" He said shaking my parents hands but never taking his arm off my waist. He pulled my chair out and waited for me to sit down and then pushed it in before sitting down and looking over the menu. My father watched us seriously, then slowly folded his hands on the table and cleared his throat.

"Riza this had better not be some trick. It would be a serious issue if you were lieing about seeing Roy. And Roy you'll have to forgive me if I don't believe you right off the bat." My father looked at us without breaking the unhappy stare he was giving us. Roy just smiled and looked at him calmly, taking my hand under the table.

"What can I do to prove we're not lieing Mr. Hawkeye? I mean surly you wouldn't honestly think your daughter and I would deceive you?" Roy said with a small laugh and a playful smile. My mother smiled back nervously, not at all sure what to think about the whole situation; but my father didn't seem amused.

"That you would be roped into her little ploy is unbelievable, but that she would do something like this to avoid the marriage meeting is completely probable. So until I have some sort of physical evidence that the two of you are indeed together, and as your both consenting adults I'm sure lovers as well, I can't believe anything either of you say." My father said in a very monotone voice looking right at Roy.

Roy for his part didn't break eye contact with my father, and his hand tightened on mine. He gave me a squeeze and I understood that to mean that I should go along with whatever he was about to say or do; and I had this nagging feeling I wasn't going to make it through this dinner unscratched. I looked at Roy and waited for his response, I didn't even acknowledge that ,y father had spoken.

"You're right Mr. Hawkeye, it is like Riza to try and find a loophole out of a marriage meeting. But would she really use me? It's a known fact that I'm partial to the female of my breed, and that I have a tendency to play the field quiet wildly. Wouldn't it seem odd to pick someone with my romantic misdeeds to fake a relationship with? And for that matter its widely known that I have never been one to settle for one woman at a time. Doesn't that also seem to factor in that by default this must be a legitimate relationship?" Roy said sounding like his higher than all self. I smiled and rolled my eyes squeezing his hand to let him know I approved.

My father looked at Roy through half slit eyes, weighing his words. This was the moment of truth, either he fell for this trick or I'd be married off faster than I could sneeze. Then he smiled a thoughtful smile and nodded once; I didn't like that smile it meant trouble. "I'll consent to believe you on this matter if you do one thing for me Roy."

Roy looks at him interested, while I began to get nervous not liking where this was heading. "You will kiss her. And not some fake kiss my boy you will kiss her the way you would behind a closed door, though you will refrain from doing anything indecent." My father said with a triumphant smile. That was it, he'd won I'd never be able to…..

Suddenly Roy's mouth covered mine, I was surprised at first but after only a second I was overcome by the feeling. I'd always wondered what his mouth would feel like, what he tasted like; he tasted wonderful. When he asked entrance into my mouth with his tongue I eagerly opened to him. One of his hands was resting on my cheek while the other was on my waist helping to keep him steady as he leaned over to me. I hadn't realized my hands had moved, one was clutching the collar of his dinner jacket while the other was tangled in his hair.

Someone cleared their throat and suddenly Roy pulled away. I immediately started blushing but couldn't stop the smile that lift the corners of my mouth. My mom was looking at us with a deep red color covering her cheeks, and my father was looking around awkwardly. "That will do my boy, I have no refute after seeing that display of affection. Riza you will still attend the marriage meeting, but it will declare that you are involved with another at this time. Now lets eat." My father said really smiling.

Gods above this was going to harder than I thought, after that kiss faking things with Roy would be much harder. Not because it made me feel awkward to have kissed the man I called my best friend, or even that he'd kissed my so passionately. The issue was that I already knew I could become addicted to him, and that was something I had always swore I would never do. Everyone else could ogle Roy Mustang but I was going to be his friend. But heavens above that vow I'd made when I was kid to never get involved with him might be thrown out the door if he kissed me again, hell my ideas about not getting married might to.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire was an understatement, more like out of the fire and into hell.