Two - Gaming

On their wedding reception, they asked him when did he found out that he love her. Roy grinned knowingly. He said that he have probably loved her since their childhood that they spend together but he had realised that he is in love with her one evening while they were playing a game. He looked at his wife and found her frowning slightly.

Later on, after the hours of dancing and chatting with their long lost relatives that have come to greet a newly wed couple and wish them all the best, they were finally left alone in their suite.

Riza was sitting on a bed, carefully removing her high heels and observing her aching feet with a look of pain on her face. Roy smirked and sat next to her, telling her to put her legs on his lap. She did so and Roy started massaging her feet. He grinned at her sigh of relief. Riza's brow furrowed as she remembered something.

"What did you think when you said that you realised that you love me during the game we played?"

"You don't remember?" he asked slightly feeling hurt.

"No, I don't. When was it?"

Riza started removing white hairpins that were supporting her complicated bun on her head as Roy started telling his story of falling in love.

"It was one evening when we worked late...

...

The office was in darkness; only moonlight could be seen reflecting its silver beam on the surface of a golden coin that certain blond Lieutenant had thrown in the air just above Colonel's desk full of unfinished paperwork. It was just a matter if seconds before the coin fell with a loud bump on the wooden desk. It was rolling and rolling on its edge until it finally fell flat on the desk facing...

"Heads! I won! Now, will you start finishing your paperwork, sir?" Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye asked her superior, Colonel Roy Mustang who was currently banging his head on his fine ebony desk.

"That can't be! You beat me at every single game we played! You are cheating!" the raven haired Flame Alchemist accusingly pointed his gloved finger at his Lieutenant.

Riza raised her eyebrow, obviously annoyed. "How, may I ask, am I cheating on flipping coins or on rock-paper-scissors or..."

"I don't know! You just do!" Colonel crossed his arms and started pouting in his well-known style.

"Now, sir, we had a deal. You said that if I win on flipping coins, you would finish your paperwork today and we would be able to go home already!"

"But it's boring!"

"I know it it, sir, but you must do it! It's almost 9 pm and I would really like to go home."

"Well, go. You don't need to babysit me." Roy tried, knowing it's hopeless. She knew him too well.

"Yes, I need to babysit you. Without me you wouldn't finish your paperwork. You would just fall alseep on your papers like you did the last time." Now it was time for Riza to accousingly point her finger in his direction.

Roy sighed. "Alright. Only one more game and if I win I don't need to finish my paperwork for today."

"Sir, you know it's hopeless."

"Come on, Hawkeye. Just one more game." Roy said the line that he repeated all day since he realised that he didn't sign any of those papers that lay scattered in front of him and that his Lieutenant have that look on her face that say that he won't get away that easily.

Riza sighed. She knew that if she doesn't accept, he would just continue to sulk. "Fine. Which one?"

"Staring contest." Roy said proudly.

"Really? With all my respect, are you 12?" Riza pressed.

"You are just afraid you'd lose!" Roy countered. "If you win, in the next 15 minutes I will finish all of my paperwork and we will be able to go home. I won't even make a sound. And if I win, we go home straight away. Hell, I will even take you to dinner!"

"Fine." Riza answered and she brought her chair to the other side of the Roy's desk.

"Start in 3, 2, 1..."

While Riza was concentrating on not blinking, her mind was blank. Roy's mind was a different case. Two voices, his brain and his heart, were arguing. It went something like this:

"Wow, she really does have beautiful eyes. They are so...brown."

"They have always been brown."

"Yeah, but I didn't notice it before. And they are so sharp and steady like she doesn't have to blink. "

"Well yes, Mustang, she is a sniper and snipers don't blink! You asked a sniper on a staring contest! Well done!"

"I didn't know why I did it! I just wanted to just win already and take her to that new restaurant... "

"Why?"

"Because...she is... probably hungry."

"Just that?"

"Yeah. What else would it be?"

"Well, considering the butterflies in your stomach when she touches your hand while handing you the paperwork and the way you are looking at her right now, I would say that you're in love with her."

"I love her?"

"Yep."

"Damn."

...

"You just realised that you love me and you think 'damn'?" Riza asked, frowning at her husband who stopped massaging her feet and whose chest was now pressed against her back, holding her tightly.

"I just found out that I'm in love with my Lieutenant and I can't do anything about it because of that stupid fraternization law. Also, I blinked and you made me do all of my paperwork." Roy whined remembering the pain in his hand when he was trying to sign the mountain of papers in 15 minutes like he promised. He also remembered the pain on his head where she smacked him when he fell asleep.

"Well, then it good thing you became Fuhrer and abolished that law." Riza turned her head to look into his black eyes. They had mischievous glint.

"Yeah. Now I can do anything I want with you." Roy said as he kissed his wife.