The Trouble with Kissing Booths
Author: MoonStarDutchess
Chapter 3: Riza's Jealousy
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist but I do own my plot so no touchy.
This is an AR (Alternate Reality).
Riza's Jealousy
Riza, Rebecca, and Maria left the main hall after handling their last minute graduation paperwork. They saluted their professors and as soon as they were out of sight, Rebecca and Maria let their discomfort show.
"God these uniforms are so damned itchy, what are they trying to do, kill us?" Rebecca said as she tugged on the collar of her uniform jacket. "I hope the actual military uniforms aren't so uncomfortable otherwise I will often be going against the dress code."
"Riza, your boyfriend is military. You've probably worn or at least tried on his jacket right?" Maria asked, while scratching her side and her stomach. She looked over at Riza. She knew the blond was equally as uncomfortable as they were, just not showing it. She would be the perfect officer if she were to stay in the military.
"I have. It's not itchy, just hot," Riza said. She began unbuttoning her coat and then took it off, draping it over her right arm.
"If I didn't know better I'd think these uniform jackets were made just to see how much we can stand. A form of torture," Rebecca said.
She frowned as she remembered how Roy's jacket felt on her body when she once slept with it draped over her. It was anything but torture. He'd had to stay late at the office and she couldn't figure out where he kept the blankets. That had been her first night at his place. Since then, they'd always met up or talked someway. This most recent argument was the catalyst for the longest they'd ever gone without speaking to each other.
It had been three days and she hadn't seen Roy. Not even during her normal morning run in the city. Usually she saw him going into headquarters, or had a, supposedly, unexpected run in with him. If not that, then he usually called her pretending to be her cousin or other relative. This week he hadn't even done that. Was he really that angry with her over a stupid kissing booth?
"Oh my god! Becca, Maria, Riza!" a girl yelled as she spotted them walking up the dark grey sidewalk toward the dorms. The girl rushed up to Maria and grabbed her arm. "Come on!"
"Jami what in the heck is wrong with you?" Maria asked, bewildered at the girl's excitement.
"Officers, oodles of them! They are here to attend the graduation tomorrow night!"
"It's not like we haven't seen officers before," Maria said.
"These are young, sexy, and single officers. And they are working out in the gym! Come on!" Jami said. Maria followed the young half-Xingese girl without any protest.
"I am so there!" Rebecca said and began jogging toward the gym. She stopped several meters up the sidewalk when she realized Riza wasn't following her. "Let's go Riza!"
"I think I'll just head back to the dorms," she said, "I'm not really interested in ogling officers."
"Oh no you don't. You are going to come and ogle with the rest of us! Just because you are engaged doesn't mean you can't get your share of eye candy."
"I really don't…"
Becca grabbed her in a neck hold. Unlike most people who would be squirming after such an action, Riza stayed calm. "Let go of me Becca."
"Not until you agree to go. This is the last time we girls are going to be able to look at men together for a long time. In your case, it will be the last time since you are going to go and get married." Rebecca squeezed Riza tighter.
"Okay, I'll go look! Just let go of me!"
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The gym was crowded with male officers and the hallway outside the gym was crowded with female cadets. Fortunately, there were only twenty of them since only the seniors were free of classes. Riza and Rebecca pushed through all the women and found Maria and Jami at the front of the crowd. They were looking through a window and into the gym. Riza found herself questioning why there was a window to look inside but that was abruptly cut off with one of the women's comments.
"My god! That Roy Mustang is so hot he gives me a fever. No wonder he's called the Flame Alchemist!" The woman was fanning herself with the orders they received about graduation.
Riza rolled her eyes at the often overused line. She remembered after a partially hot lovemaking session, Roy had used a similar line. Before the night was over she made him promise not to use it ever again. Corny lines such as that was a huge turn-off for her.
Riza directed her gaze through the window and her eyes formed into small slits as she saw her fiancé bench pressing . . . shirtless. His back was against the black, leather covered bench, while his arms were lifting the weights up and down. His arms were easily holding the barbells without any strain showing on his face. His skin had a light sheen of sweat on it, making it shine in the bright overhead lights.
Riza found herself having to fight the desire to walk in and make love to him right there on that bench press. This very thought also caused anger to erupt through her. She knew that the majority of the girls there were thinking the exact same thing.
"I wish he were pressing me," one girl said, then giggled.
"Look at those arms!" another cadet said. Riza looked over at her. "And those big hands. I bet he can do wonders with those hands."
"You know what they say right Maribel?" the girl's friend said, directing her eyes toward her.
"No, what?"
"Big hands big prick."
Riza hid her hand under her coat and made a fist, putting all of her anger into the formation of the fist. Roy did have big hands and he was incredibly well endowed, but that didn't mean they should talk about or even contemplate it! She didn't want anyone talking that way about her lover.
"I heard he has a girlfriend," Jami said, catching the attention of all the women there.
"No way!" Maribel said.
"Yes way. He's supposed to get married soon."
Riza was happy that Jami had brought up his impending marriage. Maybe they would set their sights on someone else in that room instead of her man.
"That doesn't matter," Rebecca said.
Everyone looked at her. "What do you mean?" Maria asked.
"He's not married yet."
"You have a…interest…in him?" Riza questioned, feeling her stomach sink.
"I have an interest in a lot of men. Roy Mustang is the richest state alchemist in the military. Why shouldn't I have an interest?"
"And he's hot," a girl in the back of the crowd said, causing the others to laugh.
"Oh my god! He's doing pushups now," Maribel shouted.
All of the girls looked at him and sighed at the same time, as if it was perfectly coordinated.
"You are right Rebecca. He's not married yet. Maybe I'll ask him out after graduation," a girl said.
"Not if I get to him first," she said.
"Then it is every woman for herself," Rebecca said, "may the best one win. Which is me!"
"You know, there are other men there," Riza said, "and they are just as good looking." While she didn't think any of the men were as handsome as Roy, she didn't think it was fair that he got all the attention. There was also the fact she wanted the attention taken away from him and focused on someone else. If these women wanted him, they'd have to get past her blazing guns.
"Like who?" Rebecca asked.
Riza scanned the gym until she spotted a man running on a treadmill. He was in grey jogging pants and wore a very tight black tank top coated with sweat around the armpit and chest area. His blond hair stuck up in the air and was spiked at the top. His blue eyes weren't focused on anything in particular but his eyebrows were furrowed, displaying concentration on his run. The oddest thing about him was that he had an unlit cigarette perched between his lips. "That guy," Riza said, pointing to him. "He's good looking."
The girls all directed their gaze toward the man. "He is cute," Rebecca said, but I don't think he's a state alchemist since he doesn't have one of the blue dog tags."
"Does that matter?"
"He gets a normal salary," the woman standing beside Rebecca said.
"And that matters why? As long as you love the guy it shouldn't matter," Riza said.
"Please," the girl said, "money is the most important thing. Money problems are the number one reason marriages end in divorce."
"Actually that changed Lydia," Maribel said. "I was reading in the paper about it. Now the number one reason is lack a of sex life. The women end up on the street and can't find a job while the men are all high and mighty in the brothels. I bet Madam Christmas's bar is doing brilliantly."
"Hush, don't you know that Madam Christmas is Roy Mustang's foster mother?" Jami said, folding her arms. "I thought everyone knew that."
"No way!" the group yelled in perfect unison.
"You mean his foster mother is a whore?" Lydia asked.
"Neither Madam Christmas nor her girls are whores," Riza snapped, angry at hearing her future mother in law called such a thing. "They are escorts and rarely have sex with the men they escort. Especially not married men."
"Do you know them Riza?" Maria asked.
Riza nodded. "I've spoken to a few of them several times."
"Oh, I see. I'm sorry," Lydia said, "I didn't know."
Riza frowned. "It's not your fault. You should just make sure you know someone before you judge them based solely on what you see. I'm heading back to the dorm now, I'm getting tired."
"But aren't you going to look at Mustang a bit more?" Rebecca asked. "Or at least the blond guy on the treadmill?"
Riza wanted to say that she saw much more of Mustang than they ever would, but she bit her tongue. "I'm good thanks. I just want to get out of this horrible uniform. You all should do the same before one of the professors or a General orders you out of here."
"We will after we see Mustang do some chin ups," Rebecca said, turning back to the window.
Riza shook her head and walked out of the building. Much to the disappointment of the women, Mustang didn't go to the chin up bar and instead walked into the shower room.
"Wonder if he'd mind some company?" Lydia said, "I would love to see what is under those blue workout shorts and to see if the hand thing is true."
"Wonder if we can make a peep hole?" Rebecca grinned evilly then pushed through the girls. "Let's go!"
Riza walked around the building and started up the steps to where her dorm was located, when a voice stopped her. "Did you like the show?" he asked.
Riza turned to see Roy standing at the building exit, still in his workout clothing. He was leaning against the wall, his arms folded and his eyes staring at her.
"Nothing I haven't seen before," she said, moving to face him fully.
Roy grinned. "Come here."
"No," she said, "I don't want your sweat all over me."
Roy frowned. "You are still mad?"
"Yes," she said, "unless you've changed your opinion abut the booth."
"I haven't. I don't want you doing that."
"Then we have nothing more to talk about right now," she said, "I'll see you when the festival is over."
"You are being so stubborn over such a stupid thing," he said.
"If you think about it, there's nothing stupid about our issues," she said, then walked up the stone steps without so much as a glance in his direction.
AN: Reviews would be lovely, but I hope you liked it even more. ^_^