AN: As I informed in the last chapter, this is the continuation of the present when Roy was sitting on the balcony of the motel him and Riza registered in. It's in the town of Creed in the East.

I'm starting to wonder if I should've put this in the mature section due to all the sexual situations -but... my story isn't really composed of all that jazz more like, the feelings they feel in between it. I don't want to offend anybody by no means with all the stuff Roy and Riza are doing but I believe it's long overdue since she's engaged, which in fact, heats up the plot and tension between them... I think so at least. You'll see what I'm talking about in later chapters

Anyway, no flames please because there is smut...(AGAIN)


"How long are you going to keep this up, sir?" She hissed and emphasized certain acrimony in the words, sir.

"Go to bed, Lieutenant." He said, returning the repugnant behavior as her engagement ring glittered in the light of the twinkling moonlight…

"Well before I go to bed," She sat in the chair beside him, "I would like to take a shower but I don't have shampoo."

Roy shrugged.

"What the hell is the matter with you!" She screeched.

"What to do you mean what the hell is the matter with me!" Roy yelled back.

"Permission to speak freely sir?"

He gave her look but she ignored it.

"Forgive me but you've been such an asshole lately!"

"Oh," He smirked, "And suppose you've been perfect ever since we arrived here"—

"That's not the point. Whatever's bothering you, just"—

"I'll go to the market for you." He interrupted haphazardly and then stalked past her in mid-sentence. Riza's mouth agape…

"Did you make a list of things you wanted?" He asked when putting on a plaid blazer and straightening his pant legs. She followed him but grabbed a grocery list on the counter top beside the single bed. He smiled at her, masking his anger as best he could. She boiled…

"How can you just go from that to"—

"Riza! Will you just give me the damn list?" He flustered, upon seeing it in her hand, snatching it and was out of the door.

When it slammed behind him and Riza slunk to the floor beginning to feel herself go weak from the inside. Her body was twitching and she hadn't even taken the time to notice he made her break a sweat.

"Damn you." She cursed as she curled into a ball on the bed.


He was wondering down the aisle filled with bright bottles and soaps. Roy was eyeing the different feminine products with bashful eyes and faltering skittishly over the shaving and hair removal products. He came upon the deodorants and exotic scented powders until he, intensely blushing, came across Trojan branded condoms.

"Sheesh." He muttered to himself as he stood for a moment, examining the box, rubbing the back of his neck and nervously looking around him to see if anyone saw him looking at them. He gulped hard before continuing his pace down the speckled marble floors.

Finally, Roy sighed in relief, he had reached the shampoo and hair care products. He glanced down at his list but found that Riza was so mad that she hadn't bothered specifying the type of shampoo she preferred. He winced when looking at the diversity of the brands and scents…

"Great…" He crouched down and started to scan from the bottom shelf but found nothing of great interest. The colors seemed to plain for Riza, well, at least he thought so. He glanced up at the higher priced shampoos and found something most alluring.

A bottle of Cascada sat upright and was royal purple with white flowers. Roy smiled when reading the scent- Jasmine.


Water was running feverishly over Riza's skin and she shivered feeling the warmth trickle over the crevices of her breast and thighs. She was a beautiful woman no doubt and her skin was perfectly toned and flawless. No man in their right mind would turn down a date, even a one night stand, with the infamous beauty, Riza Hawkeye –too bad she was already in love with someone else. But...she'd never get another chance with the only person she ever loved –Roy Mustang. It was so complicated, actually, because she knew she'd always have those feelings for Roy but she knows she can't just sit there and wait and hurt for the rest of her life –that's why she had Jesse to thank. Come to think of it, she'd better call him soon…

Steam was rising and fogging the glass door of the shower when someone barged into the humid bathroom. Riza grew tomato red and pressed herself further away from the glass with angry eyes.

"I thought I locked the door!" She exclaimed.

"Calm down." Roy spoke calmly as he approached the glass door. Riza desperately wished she had her gun to bluff him off…

"Roy –Sir- don't you dare open this door –WHAT are you doing!" She threatened with vexed eyes.

"You forgot your towel." He offered collectively tossing it on the rack beside the curtain chaff in her reach just behind the door and she softened when seeing his mood had changed. He was actually being cheerful.

"Oh…" She sighed and loosened her body up. She knew he couldn't see anything but the outline of her body behind the fog anyway.

"And I figured you can't really wash your hair without this." He opened the door…

She gasped holding a green washcloth covering what she could.

"Chill out –it's nothing I haven't seen anyway." He teased and he watched her mouth gawk open. She slapped him and took the shampoo out of his hand with red cheeks. He rubbed his face but then felt the door closing and he resisted.

"Roy." She spoke crossly.

"Riza," He said keeping a steady hand on the open door, watching her closely, "I just wanted to apologize...so, I'm sorry."

Riza's eyes widened but frowned when he took the liberty in closing the glass frame for her but before it latched closed, she reached out grabbing his wrist and jerking him forward.

"Roy I"—

"Finish taking your shower." He said.

"Yes…of course."

He began to feel aroused watching the water drip over her and the steam rise in his face. Riza's fist ceased in clenching his shirt and he was starting to grow wet. They were leaning in again, close enough to feel each other's breath and they almost had an inclination to kiss –they were close enough anyway. Roy knew better and tried to steer clear despite what their emotions were manipulating.

"Riza?" He tried to waver her stare.

"Hm? Oh." She let go and nodded when watching him encase her to her privacy once more by leaving her alone in the bathroom. She shook uncontrollably.

I still love…him


When she came out, wrapped in her towel and still moist from the steam, she saw that the lights were off now and Roy turned over in the bed they were going to share. He looked as if he had just fallen asleep. She could hear him breathing very quietly. She approached him and sat on the bed making him stir. He was facing her now with his bangs messy and tangled and his mouth lopsided as he shifted his weight. Roy twitched occasionally and it made her smile. Riza, without thinking, ran her fingers in his hair, removing the bangs that flooded his face and when she did this, he opened his eyes slightly, staring at her.

She was marvelous in that moment because the moonlight from the open balcony shown through on her figure. Outlining her in what looked like ghostly silk. Roy sat upright facing her.

Her hair was wet, reeked of jasmine, and draping over her bare shoulders.

"How did you know that I like jasmine?"

"Your apartment smelled like it." He answered.

She blinked curiously watching his eyes weaken –did he remember that night, she wondered.

"You remember?"

"How could I forget?" He sighed turning his body to edge of the bed and rubbed his face in his palms. Roy's eyes were tired but relentless to draw closed with her nearby.

"Then why didn't you say it back?" She muttered.

"What?" He asked turning back to her but found she crawled on the bed closer to him and he flinched.

"Were you unsure or afraid?"

"Riza what are you"—

"I told you I loved you but you didn't say it back." She cut into his sentence sharply, pressing her unwavering, belligerent eyes down his throat.

"Is this what's become of our situation, Lieutenant?" He asked angrily.

"All because I didn't say it back –you should know me better than that! Oh, and I suppose making love with you isn't good enough"—

"That's not what I said so don't put words in my mouth, Colonel!"

He stood up and paced around a bit to relieve some stress -when would they stop arguing like this?

"Goddamit Riza, you know I'm not much with words so how can you expect me to say something, in that degree, back? I've heard it before so I was afraid to."—

"Oh from who? You're prostitutes"—

"Are you jealous-? Because you shouldn't be; my feelings for you have never changed!" He snapped.

"Don't turn the tables on me"—

"How dare you use those women against me –I've never so much as kissed them!" He hissed wondering around in the dark. Riza was shocked. He could be lying, she told herself but somewhere, on the inside, from the way he pleaded –she knew differently.

Was this all one misunderstanding? How unfortunate

He approached the bed again seeing Riza had calmed down.

"How can you just…marry him?" He controlled his acrimony.

"Because; I thought I was sick of waiting for you…."

"Are you?" Roy asked quietly.

"I waited for fifteen years"-

"How misfortunate"

"It's much more than that," Riza said.

"Do you love him?" Roy asked.

Riza shook again. She wasn't sure and the whole situation was becoming unbearable. Every breath she took she felt like she was walking on thin ice because she knew who she truly loved -but what could she possibly do now? Moments passed and Riza refused to answer. Riza watched Roy as he turned face her again. She lost it...

Riza, without hesistation or second thought, grabbed his arms and pulled him forward so that her lips crashed on his. Roy wanted to stop her because whatever she may have felt for him, would be soon gone anyway -due to the marriage- but he found he was acting differently.

He feverishly grabbed her wet hair in between his fingers and pressed his lips into hers.

Her towel slipped off and her body was pressing against his clothes. He started to feel aroused again…

This time she was the one who was anxious to undress him. He was panting but kissed her neck and jaw cavities like he did before. His strong hands enfolded her beneath his touch and he could feel her shake uneasily.

"This isn't right"—

"It is." Riza whispered.

"But..."

"Let me be the judge of right and wrong." She said his whole name, "It's my marriage and my call -I'm willing to risk it."

"Why?" Roy grunted as he felt she trailed her mouth over his neck and down his chest. Roy sighed before pushing her under him. He stared down at her and pulled a damp blonde bang from her face. She nodded…

Roy now pushed inside her and she yelped. He tried to hush her with each thrust but he'd given up. Her hands were curling over his shoulder blades and she wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to coax the amount of pleasure filling inside her. It was as if ecstasy was completely taking control and her energy was draining from each stroke he performed.

It felt right.

"Because I love you," She sighed as he bit and licked her neck, trailing his wet mouth to her ear

"I love you too." He interrupted her thoughts and pressed his hips, feeling her knees buckled in surrender. She clung tighter trying to quiet herself.

They made love into the early hours of the morning until they were both too tired to move. Even when they fell asleep, Roy wrapped his right hand around her waist and she curled underneath him, safely.

They slept soundless together, covered in sweat, but peacefully under the cotton sheets until the afternoon sun greeted the window with bright light.

She had forgotten to call Jesse…


well, so, how was it? I wanted them to reinvent those for each other because this'll help other tension, later in the story when the wedding takes place. I hope you enjoyed it!

and if so, please REVIEW (at least six reviews, please) and I promise, the next chapter will be good.