Temptation Affairs: Chapter 8
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. I do not own any songs, movies, books, or magazines that are referenced to.
She felt like she'd been asleep forever. And she also felt like staying that way. Her whole body felt really heavy, and she felt like she could barely move. She let out a groan, and blinked her eyes open slowly. The hospital room was bright with light, and the walls were white. She knew she was going to be sick of white by the time she got out of here.
She struggled to sit up, but couldn't do it. The bandages around her midriff were wrapped tight. She looked around and spotted the thing used to raise the upper half of the bed, and pushed it so she was raised up properly without hurting herself. Looking around, she noticed she was in a private room. But where was Roy?
She quickly buzzed for a nurse, who came bustling in, looking motherly. "I see you're awake, your friends will be happy to hear it." The nurse said checking her vitals and everything else. "Please, a man came in with me, where is he? Is he okay?" Riza asked urgently, looking worried. "Oh, you mean Mr. Mustang? He's such a flirt, he's perfectly fine, he just lost a lot of blood, but the doctors patched him up, good as new." The nurse said, giving Riza a smile.
Riza breathed a sigh of relief before raising her eyebrow, "Is he flirting with the nurses?" she demanded, and the nurse laughed, already half way to the door. "Nothing to worry about I'm sure, he keeps telling everyone he has a fiancée so no one takes him literally." She said before going out the door.
She growled before leaning back against the pillows. "Yeah, I'm his fiancée." Riza muttered, crossing her arms and closing her eyes again. "Riza! You're awake!" She heard Gracia voice, and opened her eyes to see Gracia, Maes, and Havoc rushing in.
"I'm fine. What about Roy?" she asked, worry coming back into her eyes. Maes smiled, "He's doing great, they're only going to keep you two in for a couple more days. Roy's been taking all the questions from the police, telling them everything and all that. Your lawyer reckons she can get the divorce taken care of without any fuss, and that they'll have Archer locked up in no time." He explained.
"So it's all going to be over soon…for good." Riza concluded, sighing. "Pretty much, then we'll be on our way to Texas." Havoc said, looking like he was desperate for a cigarette. "I want to see him." Riza said suddenly, looking at the three of them. "Let me go ask the nurse if something can be done." Gracia smiled, walking out of the room.
"God I was wrong…I thought I could just get us out of there unscathed after telling him I was leaving him…How stupid of me…" Riza muttered. "Riza, none of us blames you for what happened." Maes said gently. "I know that…but if I had just listened to Roy…" Riza said, looking out the small window beside her bed.
"You better cheer up, Riza. They're bringing Roy and the Lawyer in to talk to you." Gracia said apprehensively. "Do we get fed food in here, or do they have to starve me?" Riza asked, chuckling a bit. "They should be bringing you dinner soon, I'll go make sure." Maes said, scooting out of the room, and Gracia took his place.
"You gave us a real scare there, Riza." She said softly. "It takes a lot more than that to kill me." Riza said coolly, yawning a bit, but otherwise feeling better. Gracia smiled, and patted Riza's hand. "Do you want some water while we wait? You must be parched." The other woman offered. Riza nodded her head, and watched as Gracia got up and went to the sink, filling a small cup.
She took the water gratefully, and sipped at it as a nurse pushed a wheelchair into the room, and behind the nurse and Roy was a very tall woman, who seemed to have a very sweet disposition, but did not look like someone to cross.
"Riza, you're okay?" Roy asked urgently, grabbing her hand as she set the cup on her beside table. "Of course I'm okay, and so are you. As if he could take either one of us out." Riza huffed, squeezing his hand. The lawyer smiled, taking a seat at the end of the bed.
"I'm never eating hospital food again. I'm free!" Riza laughed as she and Roy walked out of the hospital with Maes. Roy's arm was wrapped around her waist, and he had that cocky smirk back on his lips. The doctors had called them both lucky, they had narrowly escaped being paralyzed from the waist down, and Riza was even luckier, because she still got to have children.
They had straightened everything out with the lawyer, and the divorce and court trail was going smoothly. Soon, the lawyer had told them, they'd be able to start their new life in Texas. As soon as they got to the hotel everyone was temporarily staying in until after everything was over, Riza went straight to bed, saying she was tired.
When she woke up, it was 7 in the morning, the next day. She sat up, noticing that Roy wasn't lying beside her like he had been. She looked around before noticing the bathroom door slightly ajar, and hearing the shower. She stood up, stretching her stiff body and walked to the balcony beside the two beds that were strategically placed in the room. The wind was blowing and it was a very cool morning.
She leaned against the stone railing, letting the wind cool her skin down. She needed her own shower, she felt sticky and sweaty. She closed her eyes and he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. "Why didn't you hope in with me?" he murmured in her ear. She smiled, putting her hands on his.
"Because I feel dirty and sticky." She replied, her voice dry from lack of liquid. "Well go take a shower, and I'll order some room service." He chuckled, leading her toward the bathroom. "Nothing too…breakfasty, Roy. I'm to very hungry." Riza said, walking into the bathroom and turning the shower on again, making sure the water was cool.
"Some fruit then, with some juice?" he inquired, picking up the phone. "Yes, that's fine." She replied, shutting the door lightly and slipping out of her clothes. She tossed them in the corner where Roy's were, and shut the glass door as she leaned against the shower wall, letting the water cascade onto her body.
She sighed, and began to wash her hair and body thoroughly, scrubbing extra hard to get the grit and grime feel off her body. She steppe out of the shower a few minutes later, feeling completely refreshed, but still a little tired. Perhaps it was because she'd had to lay in that stupid hospital bed for so long?
"There's my sweetheart." Roy chuckled as she walked out of the bathroom, tying a knot in her dark blue silk robe with golden stars dancing across it. "Good morning to you too, Mustang." Riza said, sliding into his lap. "Where are Maes and Gracia?" she asked, popping a grape into her mouth. "Out shopping for a few extra sets of clothes for all of us. You know the trail and the divorce will take quite awhile, no matter what our lawyer can pull." Roy said, his hands on her sides.
She wrinkled her nose, and took a sip of apple juice. "I really wish we didn't have to go through all this." She muttered, crossing her legs, and crossing her arms. "I know darling, I know. But if we want to get married, we have to do this." Roy said, kissing her cheek lightly. She smiled again, and stood up.
"Speaking of which, Mr.-I-propose-when-I'm-about-to-die, where's my ring?" she demanded, already having done away with Frank's jewelry. She'd left all that junk at the lake house. She'd rather all her jewelry be from Roy. Roy smirked, standing up and going over to his suitcase, bringing out a blue velvet box and handing it to her. She opened, and her eyes widened a bit.
"Roy! How much did this cost you?!" she exclaimed softly, slipping it into it's proper place on her left hand. "Never mind that, do you like it?" he asked, kissing her hand and caressing her cheek. "Of course I do, it's absolutely gorgeous." She murmured, looking at the glinting ring.
It was a deep blue oval shaped diamond with tiny white diamonds surrounding it, and the band itself was golden, intricately carved with a small vine all the way around, with tiny little leaves branching off of it.
"I'm glad. I want you to be happy. I want to spoil you for the rest of our lives." He said, his tone sincere as he pulled her closer.
She dressed in black. A modest black suit, along with black nylons and heels. Her hair was twisted into a knot on the back of her head, and she looked prim and proper. She would be on the stand for a good portion of the day, and she wanted to look like he hadn't destroyed her, even though he very nearly had.
There was no way he was getting out of 2 counts of attempted manslaughter, or the other many numerous murders he had had his henchmen commit for him. Frank Archer had lost everything in that café the moment he had Zolf Kimbly pull the trigger.
Beside her at the table in front of the judge was Roy, how held her hand tightly, giving her support. Of course, their affair would be bought up, and they'd loose some points for that in the divorce case. She glanced sideways at him, and gave him a small smile. He was so handsome in his black suit and tie, and his hair slicked back. (She had done that with some difficulty.)
The first part of the trial was long, and seemed never ending. So many witnesses and doctors were called to the stand. Of course, Frank was taking what seemed to be the easy way and pleading Insanity. Which, he was insane, but still, he was being cowardly now.
Finally, Archer's lawyer called Riza to the stand, and Roy squeezed her hand extra tight as she let go, walking quietly up to the witness stand. She was sworn in quickly, and the lawyer waited a few beats before interrogating her.
"You are Riza Victoria Hawkeye Archer, wife to Frank Miles Archer, are you not?" Archer's lawyer asked. "Yes." Riza said quietly, looking directly at the man, not letting her gaze go to her soon-to-be ex-husband.
"How long have you been married to Mr. Archer?"
"Several years."
"In those seven years, did Mr. Archer ever behave oddly?"
"No. He acted perfectly normal at home. I have no idea as to what eh was like on his business trips or at the office."
"So then, what exactly caused you to start an affair with one Mr. Roy Jonathan Mustang?"
"Objection your honor! The witness is not at liberty to discuss her affair in this particular case!" Riza's lawyer said loudly. "Chose another line of questioning, Mr. Pirelli." The judge said, looking at Archer's lawyer. "Of course, your honor."
And it went on like that for another 15 minutes until it was time for Riza's lawyer to question her.
"Mrs. Archer, did you ever have reason to believe that your husband was psychologically insane in the seven years you were married to him?"
"Occasionally, he would…do and say things that would suggest such a thing. Like if I didn't have the house cleaned the way he wanted, or dinner cooked absolutely perfect, he would fly off the handle. He wouldn't allow me to read romance novels, or wear 'revealing' or 'sexy' clothes or nightgowns."
"Define 'revealing', and 'sexy', Mrs. Archer."
"Revealing as in the neckline showed a hint or so of cleavage, or the skirt was a little too short, to the pants to tight. Sexy as in no lacey or silky lingerie, or skimpy nightgowns. Most marriages would allow such nightclothes. But he had me sleeping in long nightgowns, with high neck lines and long sleeves."
"You told me that you would fine odd papers whenever you cleaned out his briefcase, could you describe these papers for the court?"
"Some papers had at least 10 to 20 people's names on them, and some were crossed out or circled. Other papers had the names and numbers of known mafia members. I know they were mafia members because I'd seen their names on the news and in newspapers."
"Did believe your husband was capable of killing or ordering to kill before the ordeal three weeks ago?"
"I never really admitted it to myself, but yes. I believed and still believe whole-heartedly that my husband is a killer."
"You did great up there, today." The lawyer smiled two hours later as court was adjourned for the day. "You were wonderful." Roy said, taking her hand in his again. "What do you say we all go out for dinner, my treat?" the lawyer said as Maes, Gracia, and Havoc joined them.
"Why not? I'm always up for a free meal." Havoc laughed, turning on his charm for the lawyer, who laughed at his dry joke. "Well let's get going then. How about that new Italian place? I've been dying to try the food there." She said, walking towards the double doors.
"That sounds absolutely wonderful." Riza said, looking over at Roy as they walked down the court steps onto the lawn. The sun was beginning to set, and it was blood red. He pulled her closer to him, kissing her forehead as the climbed into Maes' car and began to follow the lawyer to the Italian restraunt downtown.
A/N: Well bit of a dull chapter, but it's just to help move things along. I hope you enjoyed it, no matter how dull. Leave a review for me, and I'll forever love you, lol.