A/N Well, here's the third chapter, I'm going to have some fun with the first part, poor Hughes, hah! Also, I pulled a muscle in my back, so I was unable to go to kendo today, it was very sad. At least five reviews for the next chapter, sorry, no whipping cream in detail this chapter. You people got your lemon scene, now shoo! But, without further ado, here's the new chapter.

Disclaimer: Alas, I still do not own it.

Riza unpacked her luggage, there was sand and whipping cream everywhere. They would have stayed longer, but work started the next day, so since they had their wedding so late in break, their honeymoon was cut short. But Roy, seeing how much Riza had enjoyed it, had decided that they'd stay for a week, and then take a week off to go back. It would be putting off a lot of work, but Roy was a master at that, so Riza had agreed. Roy of course, planned on simply telling Havoc and Hughes to do it for him, that's what he always did.

The phone rang. "Hello?" Riza said, picking up.

"Riza, is that you?"

"Gracia! We just got back, how are you?"

"Oh, I'm great, how was the honeymoon?"

"Great, we went to the beach, god it was nice. I got a tan."

"Wow, sounds like your sexier than ever, what's Roy think of it?"

"What do you think? Anyhow, I've got to go, I'll stop by in a few days after shopping okay?"

"Sounds good, I'll see you then!" Riza hung up the phone to finish unpacking.

"I can't wait to go back, seems like we were there for barely any time at all," Riza said, as Roy drug his luggage into the room.

"Yeah, oh well, three days until we go back," Roy replied. Riza had in fact, gotten a tan while there, Roy loved it. "You still have anymore of that whipping cream?"

"No, we used it all last night," Riza smiled. Roy sighed. "I'll get some more next time I go shopping if you want, I'm going out tomorrow."

"Sure," Roy replied, his disposition brightening suddenly, "Stock up for when we go again." Riza snickered, Roy had said it wasn't anything too special to him, but she had a feeling he wanted to go back just as badly as she did.

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"I'm going for a walk okay? I'll get the groceries while I'm out, I need some fresh air," She said the next morning, opening the door to leave, "And I'll get you your whipping cream, but you owe me." Roy smirked, kissing her before she left. "I'll collect on the rest when I get back," she whispered seductively.

"Don't you go cheating on me while you're out."

"These lips are sealed until they get kissed by yours."

And that's how she got where she was, cradling grocery bags in her arms and walking back home. She was fully able to use her left arm now, but it was still weak, and would give out on her with too much stress. But, she was regaining her strength, and getting better every day. It was still winter, so it was cloudy out, it had been so nice to have such good weather at the beach. Riza sighed, but they would be going there again day after tomorrow. She couldn't wait!

It started to rain, as though the sky itself were crying.

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Roy went to work that day; he'd said he'd go back to work, but only to check on how they were holding up on his work. Whipping… cream… such glorious uses he'd never thought of before… Roy drooled on his desk, staring into space.

"Roy, is Riza coming today?" Havoc asked nonchalantly, snapping Roy out of his fantasies.

"She said might be too busy, she went shopping and off to visit Gracia," Roy replied, it was already six.

"Roy, look at my new picture of Elisia, isn't she adorable in her new little dress? She love wearing it, don't you wish you had such a cute daughter?" Hughes said, shoving a photo in Roy's face. But Roy had prepared a counter attack. Whipping out a picture of Riza, tan, oily, and barely covering her nipples in the search for her bathing suit top, he shoved it in Hughes's face.

"Maes, look at my new picture of Riza, isn't she hot in her new tan? In this picture, she's looking for the top of her bikini, she loves wearing it, but I hid it from her, don't you wish you had such a sexy wife?" Roy said, mimicking the delighted smile Hughes got whenever he showed off pictures.

"Wait, without a top on? Let me see," Havoc said, leaning over to look, "…can you make me a copy of that picture?"

Hughes puffed out his cheeks and moped as Roy showed off his sexy picture. "My wife's very sexy for your information Roy," Hughes replied after a moment.

"Oh, but has she ever used whipped cream?" Roy smirked.

"Used it for what, pie?" Hughes questioned. Roy leaned over to whisper in Hughes's ear. The room was silent for the next five minutes as Roy continued and Maes look of astonishment grew larger and larger. "You can do that?"

"Yeah, I never knew until last night," Roy replied, "But anyhow, we're going back day after tomorrow for a week, so finish up my work for me will you?" He said, throwing on his coat and walking out the door.

"Whipping cream?" Havoc asked in confusion as the door slammed shut.

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Roy pulled off his coat, Riza wasn't home yet. It was getting late, so he called Gracia. "Gracia, have you seen Riza?"

"Riza? Oh yes, she just left my house about a couple hours ago. So, how'd you like the whipping cream?"

"You haven't heard of her since though?"

"No, isn't she back yet?"

"No, I haven't seen her since this morning."

"Well, keep an eye out for her, I'm sure she's fine, she can take care of herself. She said she was going off to get some more chocolate and whipping cream."

"okay, thanks. Well, I'll see you later."

"Bye bye Roy."

Roy hung up the phone, somewhat reassured. He sat down to read, glancing at the clock every so often. It was dark out, still raining, at nine o' clock, and still no word. Until the phone rang. Roy picked up the phone, who was calling? "Is this Roy Mustang?" came a deep voice from the phone.

"Yes, this is Colonel Roy Mustang, what's going on?"

"We need you to come check a body in a murder for us."

"I'll be there in a minute," Roy replied, taking down in his memory where it was, not too far from here actually.

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Roy walked up, the outline had already been chalked, and a body bag lay on the ground. "You're Colonel Mustang right?" a man Roy recognized from investigations asked.

"Yes, have any evidence?" He asked, he was always called out on murder cases.

"No, but we need you to confirm the victim for us," the man replied, pulling down the zipper on the body bag. "Is this, as we suspect, Riza Mustang?" Her tan skin was slightly transparent, and her eyes were closed lightly, as though asleep. Her lips were a light blue color, and she lay, unmoving. Roy didn't breath, he couldn't breath or think or move, as his blood ran cold.

"Yes, that's Riza."

It rained that night, as though the sky itself were crying.