Temptation Affairs: Chapter Two

Rated: R

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the title and the plot line to the story. The characters belong to H.A.

Warning: Sexual situations, A lemon here and there, Violence, Language, Heated Moments. Story is Alternate Universe

"Well, I'm off to catch my plane. You'll be alright for three weeks, you're sure?" Frank asked as he loaded his last bag into his trunk. Riza smiled, "Of course I will be. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I love you." She said, hoping he'd say it back. "Hmm, me too. Stay safe." He said, kissing her chastely on the lips before getting in the car and driving off.

As he made the turn onto the main road through their neighborhood, she let out a sigh of frustration. 'I have to face it, my marriage is practically over.' She thought dully, going back into the house.

She went through all the normal chores. She did the small amount of dishes, she vacuumed every carpet, she washed the windows, cleaned the two separate bathrooms they had, did the laundry, weeded the garden, and mopped the kitchen floor. By the time she had finished, the house looked as Frank always wanted it to look. Perfect, clean, and organized.

She hadn't really noticed it until the past year or so, but Frank was a very demanding husband. He hadn't said it, but he wanted her to stay at home. He'd fought with her about her getting her own job. He'd also complained when she slacked off on the housework in the slightest bit. He'd thrown out all her romance novels, and only left books he deemed, 'Proper for a housewife to read.' And they'd all turned out to be instruction books on how to be a good wife, and other things like that.

What had she gotten herself into all those years ago? She was nearing 27 now, and she was desperate for children. Her parents were starting to think she was infertile. God forbid it be Frank's abrupt refusal to have children. They'd discussed it recently, and apparently it wasn't wise for him to have children at this point in his career.

So to avoid even the risk of getting his wife pregnant, they only ever had sex every three months. And it was done so…ugh she growled as she pulled out her car keys and purse. To hell with it. She was going to grab a friend and go shopping in town. Maybe even buy some naughty clothes. She bit her lower lip to suppress an evil smile went out the door, locking it behind her.

"My, my, what's brought on this sudden change?" Maria Ross, Riza's long time best friend asked. "I got tired of playing the good little wife. My marriage is failing, okay, it's been failed, but I at least want to try to save it. If I can't, then I'll have to go against my parent's wishes and divorce him. I just hope he doesn't come unhinged or something." Riza said lightly, going through the bra racks in Victoria's Secret.

So you're going to buy naughty lingerie and try to seduce him when he comes back, eh?" Maria giggled, holding up a silk thong. Riza raised an eyebrow, and shook her head. "You know I hate thongs." She said simply, picking out a few lace bras, a few push up bras, and few silk ones. Then she went and picked out the matching panties to each one.

"Why don't you buy a corset, or a bustier with matching stockings and robe?" Maria suggested, pointing at the section. "Hmm, it looks like fun." Riza murmured, picking up a few satin and silk nightgowns on her way over to that section. She ended up buying a couple of them, along with matching stockings and panties.

"You're going to look so good in those." Maria said a few minutes after they walked out of Victoria's Secret with two shopping bags full of the goods. "Hmm, I hope so. Should I go buy some new clothes while I'm at it? I could give the old ones to charity." She mused, going into a clothing store.

Maria laughed as they browsed the shirts. "Well, I never expected to see you here." Said a masculine voice from behind them, causing Riza to smile.

"Well, Mr. Roy Mustang, I never expected to see you in the women's section." Riza shot back, turning around to look at him. He had that arrogant smirk on his face, and a spark in his dark onyx eyes. She wanted to melt. She smiled, "Are trying to stalk me, now?" she teased, looking through the shirts.

"So sorry, Mrs. Archer is being so rude. I'm Roy Mustang." Roy introduced himself to Maria, who blushed. Being a single woman, she began to flirt with him, making Riza jealous. 'Wait, wait, I'm getting jealous, over a guy that I'm not married to?' she thought, frowning.

"So, what exactly are you doing here?" Roy asked, leaning against the store wall, glancing at the shopping bags Maria was holding for Riza. "Shopping for my new wardrobe." Riza said bluntly. "She's going to try and save her marriage, but I think she should just divorce the man." Maria put her two cents in. Riza glared at her.

"Ah, things getting more desperate, Riza?" he said, his gaze penetrating. Her heartbeat accelerated, but she kept her face composed. "Not really, just tired of being stuck in the rut he's got our marriage in. I'm going to spice things up." Riza smiled a little bit.

Roy chuckled, and shook his head. "Well good luck with that." He said, smiling at her. She scoffed, "Are you saying I couldn't seduce my own husband?" she questioned as Maria walked off to go look at pants and talk to a friend she knew. Roy raised an eyebrow.

"No, I'm just saying he'll probably be immune to your attempts at seduction. But hey, what do I know, you've never seduced me, so I don't' know how good you are." He said, raising his hands in the air. She laughed, her amber eyes dazzling him. "You are an idiot. What if I were to seduce you?" she ventured further. Part of her wanted to seduce him now, to have an affair with him. The other part was strongly objecting. It was wrong to have such thoughts about this man.

"Then you'd be having an affair with me, wouldn't you?" he said, his expression of humor changing. Now his eyes were looking straight into hers, giving her a sexual gaze. 'He…he wants me to have an affair with him…' she thought smartly, her lips parting slightly, but no words escaped. "I'm going to head home. If you want company, you know where to find me." He said, giving her a smoldering look before exiting the store.

Riza ended up buying various clothes and dresses, along with a ton of shoes. She was lucky she never got to use her college fund, lucky she'd been saving up whatever money she was given from her parents, and lucky her husband put a portion of his pay check into her very own bank account that he had no control over.

She and Maria had dinner together in a little café, and talked about Roy Mustang, and other various things. They even had some dessert before parting ways, and as Riza drove, she found herself once again, in Roy Mustang's neighborhood. "What am I doing?" she asked herself as she looked down at her wedding ring.

She'd promised to love, honor, and be faithful to him until death did they part. But ever since their marriage began to crumble, she was finding it harder and harder to honor those vows. And Roy Mustang was a sin, and temptation if you will. There was just something about him that melted her, made her want, and need him. She looked over at his house where light spilled out of his living room windows.

She couldn't deny the thoughts hadn't crossed her mind the past couple of days since she met him. She'd wondered how his lips would feel against hers, the way he could touch her, take her in his bed. He was such a handsome, sexy looking man. Would he keep plaguing her thoughts until she explored and looked for an affair with him?

"There's only one way to find out…" she murmured, stepping out of the car and going up his front steps to knock on the door. When he opened it, he opened it with a smirk. "I know exactly what you're thinking, Roy Mustang." She gave him a look, walking straight past him into the house. He raised an eyebrow.

"That so?" he said. "Yes, and I just came over to visit with you because Maria had to go home, and I'd like to stay out a bit longer." Riza explained, sitting on the edge of his couch. "Well I'm open for company." He laughed, walking towards the kitchen. "Tea?" he asked simply, and she nodded.

"So you were out shopping for naughty lingerie and a new wardrobe today. What brought all that on?" he asked, sitting down beside her with two steaming mugs. "I just felt like I needed a change in my clothes, and in my night wear. I thought…I suppose I thought that maybe if I changed my looks a bit, he'd be more prone to trying to make this marriage work again. I can't help but think that maybe it's my fault the marriage is falling apart." Riza said, sipping her tea.

"Riza, I don't know everything about your married life, but I can tell you right now that it can't possibly be your fault. Your husband's insane not to make love to you every night, not to pay attention to you the way a husband should. He's just fricken insane." Roy smiled, touching her face with his rough hands.

She looked over at him, a small smile on her lips. "What do you do for a living?" she asked, sitting back on the couch instead of on the edge. "I do odd jobs. Construction, building houses, sometimes I cook in diners, sometimes I write books that I have yet to get published." He chuckled at the last one, sipping his own tea.

"I like to write myself. I used to read romance novels for inspiration…until Frank decided a housewife like me didn't need to read such silly things." She said sarcastically, frowning slightly. Roy scoffed. "You should be able to read whatever you want." He said, pushing some hair behind her ear. "Try telling him that…" Riza sighed, drinking more of her tea.

"Anyways, out of curiosity, where do you live?" he asked. "Out by the lake, in a big two story house with a garden and everything." She said somewhat lamely, looking into her tea. "Oh, so the perfect little rich wife?" he chuckled, and she smiled.

"I suppose. Frank always complains that he doesn't make enough money. I remember when we first started going out that he wanted to be the President. I guess he dispensed with that idea when his father died and left him the company." Riza said, sipping her tea again. "Humph. My parents don't care what I do as long as I'm happy." Roy said, leaning back into the couch, crossing his arms.

"My parents raised me in a strict Catholic upbringing. I even went to an all girl's catholic school until the 8th grade. Then I was allowed to go to public school." Riza said, wrinkling her nose. "I was glad too. I hated catholic school. I always felt crowded and I was always getting myself into trouble." She recounted.

"I was never really brought up with a religion. We went to various churches sometimes though. My parents aren't very religious, but they do believe in God and Jesus." He replied, looking up at the ceiling. Riza chuckled, "I wish it was this easy to talk to Frank. I always have to be on my toes around him. He has quite the temper…" she murmured the last part, setting her mug on the coffee table.

"Riza…you're a very tempting woman, do you know that?" Roy said randomly. She looked at him, "How so?"

"Well for one thing, you have a body that most women would die for, and men would kill to get into their beds. But you have a very...unique attitude. But getting on to a personal level…I love your eyes. The color of them is dazzling. You have very pouty lips, very kissable. Your hands are small, and soft. You move with a certain grace and elegance. And your hair just makes me want to run my hands through it and toy with it." Roy explained, his eyes probing hers with a very provocative gaze.

She licked her lips unconsciously. And she leaned closer to him, taking the plunge. "I could take my time and tell you what I think about you, too…but it would tae too much time." She murmured, touching her lips to his gently.

It felt like a fire had erupted in both of them, like a bolt of lightning had gone through the room. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her closer to him, and she let him deepen the kiss, planting her hands on his shoulders to make sure he didn't go too far. She was testing him, testing herself. She wanted to know what he tasted like, and he wanted to know what she tasted like, too.

She had practically melted against him, pressed herself against him. It felt so good. It was unlike any kiss Frank had ever given her. It had fire, heat, passion, and a sweetness to it. He was gentle and demanding all at once. Not a control freak like Frank was.

She pulled back a few minutes later, her face flushed and her eyes misty. "I should get going…I'll drop by tomorrow if I have time…" she murmured, kissing him lightly once more before getting up and walking out the door.

"Oh yeah, she wants me." He smirked as he heard her car drive off.

A/N: Haha, Roy. Arrogant ass. Anyways, there's a slightly steamy second chapter for you. Hope you liked it, leave a review for me, I love those things.

FYI: This story now has a theme song! It's called Nara by E.S. Posthumus, and it's very pretty. It was used in the movie Unfaithful, and it's used for the TV show Cold Case. So check it out!