A/N: Will anyone continue reading this fic, even though the holidays have passed? XDD;; I've been worried about that... Anywho, this is CHAPTER FUCKING THREE. :D Enjoy, duckies. Sorry for the late update...I've been obsessed with Naruto. :P But I still adore Royai more than pie. :D HAHA THAT RHYMED. :P
Oh, and yes. I got a new pen-name. Afterall, I -AM- Sniper. -evil smirk- So yeah, please enjoy.
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Chapter 3
There was a 'thump!' on the opposite end of the line, followed by silence. Roy frowned. "Hawkeye...?" he voiced worriedly.
Obviously, she had re-seized the phone (assuming that she had dropped it), and asked breathlessly, "What the HELL are you thinking!?"
He winced. "It was just an idea...You know how my family is, Riza. They're...CRAZY. Nothing short of it, to be honest. And a nice girl like you, with their son...Of course they'd think something was up between us! So why not just fake it and let them think all they want?"
Riza sighed on the other end. "Why not act normally, and let them think what they want, hm?"
"Because they'd annoy the FUCK out of me! And surely you, too!"
"Are they REALLY that bad, Roy?"
"Well, they're that ANNOYING."
Another sigh, this one rather deep and lengthy. "Roy..." She trailed off, then groaned. "Fine. I'll act like your...yeah..."
"Really!?" Roy nearly dropped the phone in shock and glee.
"Yeah, I guess."
Grinning from ear-to-ear, Roy suddenly wished he could hug his lieutenant through the phone connection. "Great! That's great! So when will you be ready and able to go?"
"I suppose as soon as it's needed for me to be."
"Tomorrow morning?"
"...A little short notice, but yes, I think I could manage to get ready." From the raise of pitch in her voice, Roy knew that she was smiling.
"Awesome. Then I'll let you go, alright? And you better start packing and getting ready...Oh, and bring something to do...The train-ride gets boring."
"I will, sir. Thank you."
Click.
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Riza's heart was pounding as she manuevered her way through the thickly-packed crowds of the Amestrian Central Station, clutching a suitcase in each hand. God, she felt like...A truly FEMININE woman, afterall she had packed extra changes of clothing, to save embarassment incase she grew clumsy with food or drink or God-knows-what, and she even brought...make-up. Not even SHE knew why she had brought it, but it just felt...necessary. Spending that length of time with Roy and his family...It made her begin to feel a tiny bit self-conscious deep within her belly. Which brought her to her next thought-
What if they didn't like her!? It made her breath hitch, getting snagged in her throat and trapped. She knew that Roy would assure that things would be perfectly fine, and that they'd love her...But that did nothing to ease her aching mind. Really, though...What if they, you know, HATED her?...
She was blushing in worry, standing amidst a break in the crowd before a strong hand suddenly seized her shoulder, prompting her to flinch, then whirl around. Her eyebrows rose, and her blush reddened.
"How long have you been waiting?" Roy asked, tone slightly worryful. "Did I keep you waiting long?..."
"No! Not at all, really...Actually, I just got here a minute or two ago..." His expression relaxed, and he eased into a smile.
"Really?...Alright, then. Let's get going, shall we?"
The duo boarded the train, taking comfort in their very own less-than-luxurious cabin. As soon as they were seated, Riza conjured a book from her bag, one that appeared at first glance to Roy to be a dime's worth romance novel. The cheesy kind. He tilted his head slightly, examining the cover. How typical, the title was 'Crimson Amour'. To think, his very own lieutenant READ those things!
Riza peered over the top of her book at him, cocking an eyebrow. "Yes?"
Roy leaned back, laughing nervously. "Ah, nothing. I was just, you know, looking at the cover..."
"Hm."
"I never quite placed you as the type to read romances, Hawkeye."
Her eyes lowered, and from what he could see that wasn't obscured by the book, a scarlet flush had found a home on her usually pale complexion. He nearly smirked. She was cute when she blushed.
"It's a guilty pleasure, I guess you could say, sir."
"Hm. May I have a look?"
"...Well, uhm, you see, sir...I don't really..."
Before she could finish blabbing up a statement, he had already plucked the book from her hands, and his eyes were skimming the page.
Holy shit. He felt his head grow heavy, and he nearly felt a nosebleed coming on. Riza shot forth, making shoddy attempts at retrieving her book. This was PORN!
He held her at bay with a raised hand, reading and rereading the sultry words that sent fiery thoughts down to his...AHEM. He smirked broadly, and glanced up at Riza.
"Riza-chan..." he cooed teasingly. "You naughty, naughty girl!"
Oh, her face. It was to DIE for...As red as a lobster's shell, as she groped messily for her book. He held it out of her reach, pulling her forward by the front of her shirt. However, her shirt was a plain button-up, and so therefore, when he pulled on her shirt's front, buttons fell open. Riza recognized a vague breeze, and blinked down at herself hesitantly. Roy was staring.
"ROY!" she screeched, smacking him with her forearm and scrambling to rebutton her shirt. Oh God..just how much had he seen!? Probably as much as was invisible, she wagered. A needle-thin trail of blood slowly worked its way down from under Roy's nose, and he dropped the book. Riza looked away, hiding herself.
"I...Er..." Roy seemed to recover his composure rather quickly after that, wiping away his bloody nose and turning Riza to face him. "I'm sorry, Hawkeye...I didn't mean to upset you or...Unbutton you."
Riza smiled weakly, at least he was apologizing, right? She nodded, and rebuttoned the last circular button, snatching the book back from him.
"So...Riza...Mind telling me why you're reading such heated stuff?" Roy asked slowly.
Riza glared at him, her blush hadn't lessened in redness.
"Is it because inside you have...pent-up sexual frustration?" he inquired gently. Riza's eyes widened, then swiftly narrowed.
"Because if so, you know you can always come to ME if you want a quick fix--" There was that forearm again!
She was glaring, oh BOY was she glaring as if she was the devil's maiden herself. She smacked him again, then again, repeatedly with that same forearm, and Roy shrank back.
"It was a joke, Riza! You know that! You know ME!"
Riza pulled back, and then smacked him with the book for the finishing touch.
He smiled smugly. "Riza...You know, you really overdo things when you're angry."
"Hmph."
His smile widened, and he reached forth to stroke her arm. "And you're also undeniably...Sexy, when you're angry..." It was meant as another crack at getting her to become even more flustered and sexy, since he really did believe his statement...But instead, Riza merely looked away, blushing to her limit. He could barely see her beneath that blush!
"Shut up, Roy." She hit him with a random pillow that had been lying on a seat bench.
He smiled genuinely. Yep, she was embarasseddddd...He pulled her closer, locking her inside a tight embrace. "You know I love teasing you, Hawkeye," he whispered huskily into her ear. And boy, was it true.
She frowned slightly. "I know."
For a while, they sat in that position, conjoined via Roy's arms, until he realized that Riza had drifted off to sleep. Another thing...He didn't pinpoint her as the kind of woman to fall asleep in just ANY man's arms...
Oh well, he shrugged it off mentally. What did he have to be weird about? He had the most beautiful woman in the military lying in his arms, sleeping. She was adorable, she was sexy, she was gorgeous...
He himself began to feel his eyelids grow heavy...