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She was being pushed down to the day bed as she felt someone open the back zipper of her dress. She felt herself panic. She tried to scream but before she could, Angelo held a handkerchief to her face, covering her nose and mouth. It smelled sweet and it hurt her nose. Before she knew it, she lost consciousness.

Angelo proceeded to removing her dress and crawled on top of her—Roy shot out of bed, screaming.

He didn't even think. He just ran out of his bedroom, screaming indiscernible things. He was running to get out of his suite.

Riza came rushing out of her room. Once she made it out to the hallway, she saw Roy running in her direction and he crashed into her.

Both adults fell on the floor. Roy fell on top of Riza. He didn't seem to notice, though. He just got up right away and tried to get out of his suite but before he could even take another step, Riza rolled on to her tummy, stretched her right arm out and grabbed his ankle, which caused Roy to trip. The carpet muffled his fall.

"What do you think you're doing? It's four in the morning!" Riza scolded him. She was still on the floor, gripping his ankle.

"LET GO OF ME MY DAUGHTER IS BEING RAPED BY A MOBSTER'S SON!" Roy yelled, and freed his ankle.

"What are you talking about?" Riza shouted. "She's been asleep in her room all this time."

Roy's eyes grew wide with shock and looked at her. "What?"

Riza picked herself up and opened the door a few paces behind her. She looked inside and looked at Roy. "She got back here before twelve. She went to sleep after she took a shower. She had too much wine," Riza said softly.

Roy walked towards her, and looked in the room. She was right. Micha was there, snuggled up under the comforter and hugging her teddy bear. He let out a sigh on relief and ran his fingers through his dark hair.

"I thought… something might have—" he let out another sigh and shook his head.

Riza looked at him with soft concerned eyes. "She's fine," she whispered as she closed the door quietly.

"What happened?" A sleepy voice asked.

The two of them looked back and saw Alphonse, rubbing his eye, dragging his knight stuffed toy with him.

His babysitter immediately picked him up in her arms and gave him a light hug. "It's okay. Everything's fine," Riza assured him. The little boy instantly rested his head on her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her slender neck.

"But I heard," Al yawned, "daddy shouting…"

"It's okay, sport. I just… had a bad dream," Roy kissed his forehead and stroked his hair.

Alphonse liked the kiss and the feeling of his father's strong, warm hands stroke his hair ever so gently. "Maybe you should let miss Riza sleep with you then," he said sleepily. "I always feel better when," he yawned and started to drift back to sleep, "she sleeps with me when I… get… bad dreams." He started drifting to sleep.

Trying to keep her composure, Riza stroked his back and without turning around to look at her employer said, "I better get him back to bed."

Roy watched her and his son slowly move away from him. He stood there until they disappeared into the room. Roy sat down on the couch, took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. He couldn't stop thinking about that dream. It was every father's worse nightmare. He covered his face with both his hands and rested his elbows on his knees.

Riza carefully put Al back into bed and tucked him in again.

"Miss Riza… take care of daddy," Al smiled sleepily at her. "Like how you take care of me and brother."

Riza smiled too and stroked his hair. "I will," she replied softly.

"Promise?" Al yawned again and made himself comfortable on the bed and fell asleep.

"I promise."

(((-)))

She closed the door quietly and saw her employer sitting on the couch. She slowly approached him and stood by his side. "May I?" She asked.

Roy didn't look at her, or changed his position. He simply nodded his head.

She sat down next to him on the soft couch and watched him. They stayed like that for a good five minutes before he finally spoke.

"I don't want anything to happen to my children."

"Neither do I, sir," she replied.

"I just don't know what I'll do if something were to happen." Roy sounded so defeated and helpless.

"Nothing will happen to them, sir." Riza assured him. Her voice was firm, but gentle enough.

Roy slowly took his hands away from his face and he sat up. He did not look at her. He just kept looking at his hands. He stared hard at them for a minute as if the answer to all his problems were written on his palms but couldn't quite decipher the code it was written in.

"I just want to keep them safe. If I can't do that, I fail as a father," Roy said quietly. "I create things that keep Amestris safe. But if I can't even keep my own children safe…" He shook his head and sighed.

Riza looked away, she felt something heavy in her chest. She listened to him take a few shaky breaths before he leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes. When Riza did look back at him, his right hand was over his eyes.

She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. Riza carefully touched his arm and looked at him tenderly. "You're doing a great job," she whispered. "Your children love you and I can see why."

He felt her warm hand on his bare arm and looked at her tiredly. He was surprised to see such tenderness and kindness in her eyes. She was smiling ever so slightly at him. You could feel her gentleness in her touch, her sincerity in her voice. Roy relaxed and his gaze softened. He also smiled at her.

Roy shifted his weight on the couch and turned to face her properly. Riza dropped her hand but she sat still. She kept that same look of kindness in her eyes. Roy brushed a lock of hair away from her face and stroked her cheek lightly. In that moment, Roy saw everything about her.

The way her burgundy eyes reflected the warm light, her cheeks just the right shade of pink, how her golden hair fell to her shoulders, the way her nightdress hugged her body perfectly or, how her perfect body was wrapped with fine silk, rather. She was beautiful. In every sense of the word. Every single part of her, flawless. He rested his gaze on her pink, soft lips. Slowly, he moved closer.

Riza found comfort in his warm touch. There was a look in his eyes that was simply irresistible. His eyes were wandering around her. She could feel him see all of her and for the first time, she didn't mind. She liked it. She liked how he looked at her with such softness and touched her with affection. He started moving closer.

She was surprised. Her heart started to flutter as he moved closer and closer. She thought of pulling away, but she didn't want to. Who in the right mind would want to? This is Roy Mustang. Every girl on the planet would kill to be in her place. She also moved closer.

They were so close to each other, she could already smell him. But right as their lips were about to touch, Roy sighed, dropped his hand and pulled away.

Riza immediately pulled back and sat up. She could feel the heat slowly coming up her cheeks. She watched him stand and face his back to her.

"Good night, Miss Riza," Roy said and walked away, leaving her alone on the couch.


It was so close. SO CLOSE! Hahaha.

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