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CHAPTER 3 : Bodies and Boners
OMFGIUPDATED. AUTHOR'S NOTE AT BOTTOM. :DD ENJOY, AND REMEMBER TO REVIEW, PLEASE. :3
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As the rather loud crash reached Roy and Riza's ears, Roy immediately snatched back his hand, a bit regretful at not being able to have touched her skin. Hayate pawed at the door curiously, ears perked up, and he tilted his head in confusion.
Riza shakily inserted the key into the door, and reluctantly unlocked it, pushing it open with the slightest amount of force. Roy gripped her wrist.
"You're not going in without me," he told her in a low voice. "What if someone's in there?"
"But who would be in there?..."
Roy frowned down at her, it was clearly written upon his face that he was simply worried for her wellbeing. Riza sighed, and stepped inside, making sure to pull Roy in with her. Hayate's leash slid out of her grip, and he bounded indoors, tail wagging at the prospect of finally being home. He trotted into the kitchen to investigate whether or not he had any remaining breakfast, when a strange scent wafted into his nostrils. Lifting his head sharply, he then slowly hunted down the source of the unique aroma.
"Whatsa matter, boy?" Roy cooed to Hayate, deciding that maybe the dog was picking up on something that he and Riza were unable to. He followed the dog, into Riza's bedroom, where a suddenly putrid stench began its assault upon his sense of smell. Gagging at the smell, he pinched his nose, until it suddenly hit him.
He knew that smell. The smell of Ishbal...The smell of death. The smell of a dead body.
"Riza...I think you should come in here..." He called, still clamping his nostrils shut with his thumb and index finger. Riza quickly came to his voice, and paled at the scent that awaited her. She copied Roy's pose, squeezing the fleshy cartiledge of her nose, and looked up at him.
"Where in here is it coming from?"
Roy shook his head, he didn't know. Hayate padded over to Riza's bed, tugging at the sheets with his paw, until they pulled back to reveal a gruesome sight.
Riza covered her mouth with her other hand, attempting to surpress a gasp. Roy scowled, and reached to cover her eyes, but she merely writhed out from under his hand.
"I've seen death before, Roy, have you forgotten?" she said darkly.
He gazed back at the body, turning on the lamp that rested so peacefully on Riza's nightstand, and leaning down to get a better look. Riza, suddenly overcome by fear, gripped his upper arm and brought it close to her chest worriedly. "Well? Who is it?" she asked.
Roy flinched. There, laying silently and rather bloodily in Riza's own bed lay a man, dressed in civilian's clothes that were blotted with red ink that he knew to be blood, his eyes wide open, and his lips parted into a grotesque, yet absolutely quiet, scream.
"Riza, call an ambulance," he ordered without turning, and the hurried footsteps that left the bedroom hinted that she had left. A metal glint caught his eye; a silver dog tag hung on a simple chain around the victim's neck. Fingering it gently, so as not to disturb the crime scene too much, his eyes widened at the sight of the Amestrian Military symbol - the lion.
But why? This man wasn't dressed in uniform, and he appeared to have been an every day, ordinary citizen of Central. What tied him to this murder scene, and moreover, to Riza? Continuing to frown in thought, he gasped sharply out loud when he felt a hand on his shoulder. With an achingly slow pace, he peered over his shoulder, relieved to find that it was just Riza.
"Roy..." she said softly. "What did you find out?"
"He has a military dog-tag," Roy informed her, heaving a sigh. He gently took Riza into his arms, much to her surprise, and gave her a tight squeeze. "I'm glad that I was here with you when we found him..."
Blushing, Riza pulled back to gaze up at her superior. "I'm a big girl, you know. I've been able to take care of myself for this long, what makes you think I wouldn't be able to now?"
"Because...This man, he was found dead in your own god-damned BED, Riza!" Roy cried, only embracing her harder, crushing her against him.
Riza attempted to free herself, but Roy didn't seem willing to release her.
"Roy...The paramedics should be here any minute..."
"I know. Just...Let me enjoy this moment while I can," he whispered into her corn-yellow hair.
Riza, still tense, finally gave in and embraced him back, looping her arms around him. They stayed like that, silently in the wake of a dead man, until the faint sound of sirens grew louder, as the ambulance drew closer. He quickly loosened his grip on her, so much so that he completely let go of her, and dashed to get the door. Riza was at his heel, practically.
It was a messy situation, getting the dead man out of Riza's home and manuvering him into an ambulance. Once he made his appearance on the stretcher pushed by hurrying paramedics, a white cotton sheet was delicately placed over his head. Riza stood quietly on the sidelines, watching the array of flashing lights and rushing men. Roy was at her side, one arm around her middle, which kept them bound together. He didn't dare leave her alone, now.
The head paramedic began to interrogate Roy and Riza, about the circumstances they found the body in. Once they had given all of the information that they could, he allowed them to go on with their lives, so long as Ms. Hawkeye, the occupant of the residence, would be able to stay with Roy for her own safety. Neither objected.
The whir of lights disappeared in the distance, leaving the couple by their lonesome. Hayate watched his Mommy, and the man whom he had come to known as Daddy, as they merely stood on the front lawn, clutching each other. He yipped, and caught Roy's pantleg between his teeth, tugging. Roy glanced down at the dog, and smiled in the slightest.
"C'mon, Rii. You're going to have to stay at my place; I don't trust you alone here." Riza nodded, and they set off, still in shock at the night's events.
How things had gone from so normal, to so unfeasibly abnormal, was beyond her. It was as if all of the occurances had been some sort of profound dream...Down the last detail of Roy's strangely affectionate nature. She was tempted to pinch her own arm, to find out once and for all if this was reality or not, but gave up on doing so. She was being silly.
Before she knew it, they were at Roy's doorstep, and he had conjured up his housekeys from his pocket. Their jingling caught Hayate's attention, and his morale was restored when Roy opened the door, allowing the dog to bound indoors safely, where there were no dead bodies awaiting him.
Riza hung outside of the door for a moment, before following Roy into the dark apartment. She closed the door behind herself, carefully taking her shoes off and neatly placing them by the door.
The night went by rather slowly, and quietly. Neither Roy nor Riza felt compelled to speak of their discovery, both were much too exhausted. Roy soon realized that he was not prepared for a sudden guest, and told Riza that they would have to share the bed that night, he would get a spare mattress out in the morning. Riza merely nodded, saying it was perfectly fine with her.
Midnight drew closer, and she sat, perched on the edge of her superior officer's bed, while he changed and readied himself in the bathroom. A sudden yet fiery blush swiftly appeared on her cheeks. This was like something out of those cheesy romantic porn novels she had read, out of sheer temptation. The woman, sitting on the bed awaiting her lover's return from changing...Awaiting when he would tackle her, pinning her to the bed and beginning the process of making love to her.
The thought of Roy following that man's actions and having sex with her was more than a little blush-causing. She played with her hands in her lap, having already changed into an oversized military T-shirt that Roy had produced for her, from the dark depths of his closet. Her bare legs were dangled over the side of the bed, and she wondered what Roy would do when he saw how utterly kinky his attire looked on her. Her mind was led astray, by the overwhelming scent of Roy Mustang that was weaved through the fibers of her borrowed shirt, his strikingly prominent cologne, and allover his manly aroma that she found so intoxicating.
Her mind wandered freely, until the door to the bathroom opened, and out stepped Roy, dressed merely in a pair of red boxers. His well-toned and chiseled chest had her in flustered awe, as well as his shapely legs. Not an ounce of fat was apparent on his body, and it amazed her how gorgeous he was...And how imperfect she felt, compared to him.
He paused for a moment in the doorway, blinking at the blushing blonde on his bed. The naughty thoughts that plagued her mind were contagious, as they had now infected his own mind as well. He sauntered over to the bed, tossing his dirty clothes into a hamper and plopping down beside her.
Oh boy. Riza's cheeks were redder than the exterior of a lobster. She couldn't help it...Her eyes wandered over his perfect form, and widened when she saw his...crotch area. It may have been covered quite well by his boxers, but that didn't stop the oncoming flush. He was only wearing THAT to bed?...She had to avert her eyes, it was just too much, and her head was already reeling from the heat that shot through her body, at the realization that the only things seperating them from being naked were his boxers, and her shirt, bra, and panties.
"Rii?" He asked softly, gazing at her with a gentle yet worried expression. She swallowed, and gave him a weak smile, a sign that she would be okay. He returned the favor, pulling down the bedspread, and moving to slide underneath the covers, when he hesitated, glancing back at his subordinate.
"Riza, your not telling me that you of all people have perverted thoughts, are you?" It was meant to be teasing, accompanied by his trademark smirk. Her eyes widened, and he winced inwardly. Oh dear Buddha...He hoped that he wouldn't have to pay for that in the morning.
"I am not!"
"Rather defensive, aren't we?"
She attempted to muster up enough control to glare at him, failing miserably. He merely smiled at her, before entangling his fingers in her hair.
"Wow, even Riza Hawkeye can have a mind in the gutter, at times," he remarked quietly, gently easing her closer to him. She didn't resist, with the likeness of a ragdoll, and allowed him to manipulate her body close to his.
"I'm not going to reply to that," Riza told him sharply. He could tell she was mad, and quite frankly, it only made his naughty thoughts worse. She was just so sexy, and adorable, when angry...Dear Kami, it was making him--
Roy chuckled throatily, and Riza glanced up at him.
"Is it illegal for a subordinate to be in bed with her superior officer?" she asked curiously.
Roy shrugged. "How should I know?...Besides, screw whoever finds out...But not literally." He furrowed his brow.
"Well, sir, I don't know if we should be in such a position like so---" She cut herself off when she felt a protruding, hard object press against her lower abdomen. Swallowing, she looked down, face enhanced by yet another flush.
Roy cursed under his breath. "I-I'm so sorry, Riza..." He muttered, attempting to move her off of his now throbbing erection. "I...Er...I didn't mean to...You know..."
Riza seemed fine. After a moment, she relaxed, and she looked into his eyes, informing him that it was fine. She was actually rather curious...Being, unfortunately, a virgin, she had never felt such sensations in her life...The feeling of such a thing, especially something like that that belonged to Roy Mustang...It sent butterflies dancing in her belly.
"Why?" she asked.
"Why, what?"
"Why ME? Why are you...Why do you have that, because of ME?"
"Well, er..." He contemplated the question, and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, you ARE a beautiful woman dressed skimpily and lying in my bed. Don't you think that's enough of a reason?"
She looked away. "I'm not beautiful," she uttered.
Roy stared at her, dumbfounded. How could she think such a thing, when she was the most beautiful creature on the earth to him? He seized her chin between his thumb and forefinger, and angled it so that she was forced to gave into his face. He donned a firm expression, and said sharply, "Don't you dare say that, Riza."
Her eyes widened, and she felt weaker in his arms, or maybe it was just his imagination. He took a breath. It was now or never...
He tilted his head downward, wetting his parched lips and motioning to attach them to her own...Riza gave in, leaning in towards him...It was an achingly slow process, and he blindly searched for her lips, until he came in contact with something soft and smooth. Opening his eyes, he found it to be her cheek, a couple inches away from the designated lips. Chuckling sheepishly, he pulled back, and turned out the light in one fluid motion.
"Goodnight, Lieutenant." He burrowed into the warmth of his bed, leaving her to roll off of him, astonished, and all the while perplexed.
He had figured that it wouldn't do her justice to delve so quickly into things...He would leave his desired liplock for another day...
Now if he could just will this hard-on away...
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A/N: Well, how was it? That was quite definitely the most kinky, and descriptively racy chapter I've ever written in my career as a writer, fanfiction or not. xDD; I hope that it wasn't too much for some of you readers...I know that some of you might be sensitive to sexual content and lemons...
Wow! I added a very sharp plot twist! My first murder mystery. :P Sounds interesting, huh? Now, who was that man found in Riza's bed? Why was he there? How did he die? And what's with that strange military dog-tag necklace?
You'll all find out in due time, my pretties. :D
I hope this gave you all the fluff intake that you required. n-n I enjoyed writing the cutesy scenes...However, I'm not overall happy with this chapter. I think that chapter 2 was much better. xDD
Anyway, review to give me your own input. Otherwise, I'll slit my wrists like an emo. -holds up a sharp knife to emphasize her statement-
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