The Trouble with Kissing Booths

Author: MoonStarDutchess

Part 2: Hostilities Arise

Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist but I do own my plot so no touching.

AN: I was going to wait until Tuesday to post this but I'm not sure if I'll have internet access tomorrow since we are supposed to be hit with more heavy (wet) snow, which in turn will probably knock out my net. It's questionable. I hate snow... Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Hostilities Arise

Roy stroked up and down Riza's back so gently that it felt as if he was trailing a feather along her skin. She hummed pleasantly and adjusted her position on his body so that she could get more comfortable.

"How you feeling?" he asked.

"Amazing," she said, raising her head and resting her chin on his chest. She smiled lazily at him. "Absolutely amazingly."

"I aim to please," he said.

She kissed his chest, "You certainly do that." She hid her face in the junction between his neck and shoulder, then took a very deep breath. "This week has been so stressful."

"I thought you seemed a bit tense. Graduation pressure?"

Riza nodded, "That among a bunch of other matters. I can't wait to get this next week over with."

Roy laughed and kissed the top of her head. "You'll make it."

"Are you coming to the festival next week?" She tucked her head under Roy's chin and cuddled closer to him. Roy pulled the sheets tighter around them, shielding their bodies further from the cool evening air.

"Festival?"

"Yes, the festival held the day after graduation. The one held every year to raise money for the cancer hospital. Everyone sets up booths on the academy courtyard. The officers and public usually attend."

"Oh, I remember those." Roy flipped her on her back and nipped at her collar bone once before kissing her lips quickly. "Don't you usually skip that to spend time with me? I recall last year we went away for the weekend. We could have some dinner and go dancing again. Or go swim at the beach. You could wear that beautiful swimsuit you wore last time."

"We did much more than swimming on that beach," Riza said, "it's a wonder we didn't get arrested. You and your, 'its more exciting with the potential to get caught' ways."

Roy smirked at the memory and how Riza had denied him all the way up until he managed to

get her in a cove, undressed, and pressed tight against him. "Yeah, it was great wasn't it?"

"I guess I would be a liar if I said no," she relented as the lovely memory of their time together drifted from the storage part of her brain. "We can go back on our honeymoon if you want."

"Why not do that again this year?"

"Because when Rebecca made the proposal for the booth with the president, she included me in it," she said. "It would look bad on my record if I didn't help out. I can't have any marks against me or it could possibly hinder your ascension into the higher ranks."

"Who's Rebecca?"

"One of my roommates."

"The one with the mole?" he questioned, moving his lips down to the fading love bite on her neck. He'd have to do something about the fading aspect a bit later.

Riza pinched his side, eliciting a yelp from him and causing him to jump. "What kind of way is that to describe a woman?"

Roy frowned and reached over to rub where she pinched. "Well it was the first thing that popped into my head. I could have said the cute girl with the short black hair but talking about the looks of another woman while on top of you in bed seemed wrong."

"Oh I see," she said.

"So I made the right decision to describe her by mole?" She started to laugh but it cut off when he took the skin of her neck between his teeth and bit down, causing her to shudder and bite her lip.

"You'd better not leave another mark."

"Answer my question love," he said, ignoring her warning and running his tongue along the place where he bit.

She exhaled a shuddering breath. "I suppose describing her by the mole is better than the alternative description you thought of." She pushed him onto his back and sat up on his waist, the covers falling away from her bare body. "Anyway, the one you were thinking about is Maria. Rebecca is the other one."

"She's the raging hellcat that if men had any sense they'd stay away from," Roy said.

Riza laughed and bent to kiss him. "She really is a lovely person. She just has aspects that one needs to look over."

"Let me see, her looks, her personality, the fact that she's probably not human. Yeah, I'd say you are right."

Riza chuckled. Though Roy had never met Rebecca he'd seen her wild ways, heard her loud mouth, and formed his opinion of her based on those. An opinion that was pretty much dead accurate on the way she was.

"So," Roy said, sliding his hands up to rest on her waist. "What kind of booth are you going to set up?"

Riza tensed. "Um… well…"

Roy raised an eyebrow at her hesitant reaction, "Riza," he spoke as if he had asked something his life depended on and expected a bad answer, "what kind of booth."

"A kissing booth," she said.

"I see," he replied, trying to stay calm. He turned his head away from her, trying to organize all the thoughts that had suddenly flooded his brain.

"Roy?" she leaned forward slightly to study his features.

"Absolutely not!" he growled, sitting up so that they were face to face, her legs still straddling him. "I don't want you doing it. Tell the dick obsessed harpy to find someone else!"

"Roy, its just a few little pecks on the cheek."

"Well that woman can kiss my ass cheeks for all I care! You aren't doing it!"

Riza grew angry. "The last time I checked you weren't the boss of me!"

Roy looked at her incredulously. "I'm your fiancé," he said.

"And that means you can make my decisions for me?" she yelled, growing angrier the more they talked.

"You act like you want to kiss someone else!"

"Of course I don't! That's not what this is about! It's about raising money and helping my friend with her booth! I want your permission. Don't make me do this without your blessing. I promise they will get nothing but a kiss on the cheek from me."

Roy heaved a sigh. "I can't."

"Fine," Riza said, getting off his lap and gathering her clothing up so that she could get dressed.

"Hey, you have an extra days leave," he said, sitting up in the soft bed.

"I'm aware of that," she said, "But I'm going to visit my grandfather for the day." She began getting dressed quickly. She grabbed her coat and walked to the door. "I need to think about a few things as well."

"Come on, this stupid thing isn't going to come between us is it?"

"Of course not," she snapped. "You don't trust me enough to do a simple kissing booth. I understand that full well!"

"It's not about fucking trust. I just don't want you to do it!"

"Then what is it about?"

Roy growled and looked away from her. He didn't want to admit that he was jealous of all the men that wanted Riza. He'd often heard men in the shooting range talking about how beautiful she was. How they really wanted to see what was under those shapeless uniforms the cadets wore.

"Is this how it's going to be with us? This trust issue? You expect me to trust you all through the week when women at work are hitting on you? What about when you have dinner at your mother's place with all the beautiful women around you?"

Roy narrowed his eyes at her. "What in the hell are you implying? Those beautiful women are my sisters."

"You aren't related by blood," she said, "and there are other women that visit there frequently."

"How dare you even make such an implication? Do you think my mother would allow me to cheat on you?"

"So you are saying you would if she wouldn't tell on you?"

"Now you are just making things more difficult. Maybe you should leave and think like you said. Maybe you'll learn some common sense." Roy fell onto his back and turned to face the wall.

Riza huffed and walked over to the door. She opened it and turned back toward him. "The only one in this apartment that needs to learn common sense is you," she said before slamming the door behind her.

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Riza stormed through the door to her room, resisting the urge to slam it. She jerked off her coat and threw it in a chair before leaping upon her bunk and lying down. Maria and Rebecca watched every move she made, taking a bit of pity on the person, likely her lover, who'd gained her wrath.

"So, lover boy screw up?" Rebecca asked.

"Yes," Riza said, her voice clearly collocating with her current demeanor and actions. Her tone verbalized that she wanted to speak nothing else about her situation with her fiancé, so for once Rebecca left it alone.

"We are doing the signs for the booth, have a look."

Riza sat up and stared at the sign Rebecca was holding with both of her hands. Her right eyebrow quirked upward, "There's no way in hell I'm sitting in a booth with a sign like that."

"What's wrong with it?" Rebecca asked, turning the paperboard to face her. She tilted her head to the side and smiled, admiring her work.

"The three Aphrodites? That's horrible! How did you come up with that?"

"It goes with our costumes!"

Riza moved to lean over her bunk, her eyebrow twitching. "What do you mean costumes?" She spoke very slowly, as if warning Rebecca that she already hated what she heard.

Rebecca stood, obviously not hearing the venom that was slowly seeping out of Riza's words. She walked over to a bag and pulled out something that looked like a sheet. "Well, the theme of the festival is Greek, so I have," she unfolded the fabric and held it up to her, "Togas!"

"Becca, the Greeks didn't wear togas," Riza said.

"Oh yes they did! I saw it in a movie!"

"The movie was wrong. The Roman's wore togas," Riza said.

"Same thing."

"They are two different places Becca! Rome is a city in Italy, Greece is a country!"

"Yeah, she's right Becca," Maria said.

Rebecca folded her arms, not caring that she was wrinkling the costume in her grasp. "Excuse me Misses, I actually paid attention in world history classes. Okay then, what did they wear smarty."

"Chitons," Riza answered.

"Well I don't have those so we are wearing togas," Rebecca said.

"I'm wearing my regular clothing," Riza said, then laid her body back against her soft mattress. "Those graduation uniforms the night before the festival will be painful enough. I don't plan on subjecting myself to a toga."

"But it will throw off Maria and my dynamics if you don't wear one. We have to look like Aphrodites!"

"The only one throwing off the dynamics with us will be you Becca," Maria said.

"What do you mean me?"

"I'm not wearing a toga either."

Rebecca threw the toga back in the bag and sat down on her bed roughly. "Fine. Then I guess we'll just have to go with plan B then," she said.

"And what's that?" Maria questioned.

"Bikinis."

Rebecca was graced with a pillow to the face. "Forget it Rebecca!" Riza yelled.

"Maria is with me on this," she turned to the other dark haired woman, "Right?" She earned another pillow thrown at her face.

"Get real Rebecca."

Rebecca threw the pillow back at Maria and rubbed her nose, "killjoys."

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Vocabulary:

Chiton: a gown or tunic, with or without sleeves, worn by both sexes in ancient Greece. It is a large rectangular piece of dyed and often embroidered wool draped over the body so as to cover the right arm. The back and front of the chiton were fastened at the shoulders.

AN: Next chapter will be a bit later this week, about Friday if I have net access. If not, then it will be next Tuesday. Hope you liked it and thanks you all for reading. Please drop a review if you wish. I appreciate them very much and I appreciate you reading.