Where Riza Wants More

With what he hoped to be noiseless, Mustang opened the door to her flat. It was a huge relief to know she had already been released, not least because the hospital had been overchallenged with all of the new arrivals. The annual flu season could not handle a terrorist attack at the same time.

It had all started with some rumour or another. None of the military departments were too occupied with the case since Central Headquarters deemed 'unproven gossip' as something unthreatening. After the explosion of a grocery shop's warehouse, it was finally considered seriously, and the military had been busy with sniffing down the perpetrator(s) since.

Hawkeye had been amongst the injured, fortunately mildly. She had been sent home after one day at the overcrowded, usually to military staff limited hospital. She had only been a civilian then, out on the streets from some late-night shopping, accidentally caught in the turmoil when trying to help an injured man next to the crumbled building. A gun might have helped her fend off a terrorist, but it had not been able to save her head from tumbling rubble, a piece of debris having caused a temporary concussion.

Back in her own apartment, she had been told to rest, though it was out of the question that she would with the funny drugs they had pumped into her, some just before the release. They were supposed to put her to sleep but the Lieutenant had seemed to refuse, blabbing nonsense whenever rousing from short, unconsciousness-like naps. Talking was one thing – if a very amusing one – but when she had started walking around, the Colonel had made sure she would not be alone. The team was taking turns in guarding her.

And finally, finally, it was his turn. The effect of the drugs was supposed to wear off after the day but a rather flustered Fuery had retold about her legs to still be unreliable as she had tried to wobble into the shower – something he had been very challenged with talking her out of due to the lack of assistance he could have provided. And wanted to provide.

After, it had been Breda's turn. The Colonel was next – already too late – but he had been delayed by some boring yet urgent discussion with one of the superior officers at East Headquarters. He knew his men to be reliable, but he would also not hold it against them to quit work when it was done. Hawkeye was said to be fine. Breda's shift had ended nearly an hour ago.

All reasons why Roy did not expect him to still be there as he snuck into his First Lieutenant's place, locking the front door behind him.

Hayate had already been at the door upon hearing the steps down the hall. He flawlessly read Roy to be the intruder, not alarmed for a second. That eased Breda back into the cushions where he was relaxing on the couch. It was winter and therefore pitch-black outside – he felt as if it was already past midnight, the darkness enough to let him drift off once or twice.

Now awoken by the intrusion, he harked, following the by the dog obviously accepted person with his eyes through the veil of darkness. Only when he stood in the doorway to her bedroom and the streetlamp from outside reached him did Breda recognise his superior officer.

A broad smile plastered on his face, Roy regarded the sleeping form of his Lieutenant. Curled up with her legs drawn to herself, she was hugging a pillow to her head with both arms – one of his favourite positions, seeing as she did not shield a centimetre of her torso from his avid hands. And it would do him good, he knew, the hours after learning the news about her hospitalisation having blanked his mind with terror. The entire day, he had been stuck at work with twisting his guts.

So, without the slightest suspicion of the watchful eyes on him, he toed off his shoes. Then he stripped off his military uniform, down to his shirt and boxers, gratefully crawling beneath the covers to bask in her sleep warmth. Riza gave a small moan in her fading sleep, snuggling deeper into her pillow. Only when his arms dug into the mattress to encircle her waist, tugging her into the crook of his body where the spot was not yet warmed up, did another, this time more awake grumble escape her.

Inhaling her scent, Roy felt his muscles relax. The storm in his mind abated with her warm, soft form right there in his embrace.

"Colonel," Riza said, her voice hoarse from the lack of use. Bending her back into him, then arching it, legs stretching and curling back to her chest, she let out a long sigh. Her hand came up, and his smile widened when she used it to gather up her hair, putting it up and out of the way. With a hum that vibrated against her, he gladly answered her unspoken request, brushing his lips to her nape.

And it must have been the drugs still at work, because she not only allowed him to line her cervical vertebrae with kisses, but turned towards him, head thrown back to grant as much access to her neck as possible. Not that he complained. Dragging his lips along her shoulder, he felt his heart flutter at the way it made her sigh. He wandered further, down to her collarbone, her jugular, going up to eagerly kiss the underside of her jaw. With soft moans, Riza endorsed his actions.

Her hand came up to his hair, raking through, almost squishing his lips back to her skin when he lifted off.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, pecking her jaw, then her cheek. She smiled at that, though the pout returned right after.

"Could be better, now that you've stopped," she mewled.

"So the drugs haven't lost their effect…" he muttered, more to himself. Still determined to keep him going, her hand wandered to cup his face, her own turning to catch his eyes in the dim light from outside.

"Colonel," she purred, offering her neck again, "more," she pleaded when his almost automatically given peck was apparently not enough. Her tugs became more vehement, so he lowered his lips to plaster more and more kisses down her neck, along and between her collarbones, all the way to her sternum. His chin brushed the tops of her breasts and she pulled on his hair, breath hitching before another moan croaked out of her. If that wasn't something he could get used to.

And although he would have jumped an opportunity – heck, a deliberate invitation – like this any other day, tonight was sadly not one of those cases. Because she was not yet in her right mind. And yes, he often snuck into her bed, and yes, he did kiss her without receiving complaints, and yes, they had already made love on a handful of occasions, but – and it took every ounce of his self-restraint – this was not the time. This was not the state she should be in when both gave in to their craving.

"Colonel," Riza gasped when his lips tickled back up her neck, suckling gently enough not to leave a mark while at the same time enticing that fitful inhale and enamoured tearing on his shirt. Her breathing kept on echoing when he stopped, calming down as she looked at him in puzzlement. Letting his head sink back into the pillow, he held her close to him, smiling affectionately. She blinked repeatedly. "You know, when I say 'more' I mean-"

"I know what you mean," he chuckled, squeezing her shortly. "But you're still a little besotted,"

"I am," she mumbled, emphasising her rather different meaning by trailing a finger down the opened first buttons of his shirt.

"Ask me again another time," he pressed a kiss to her forehead, and she grumbled something unintelligible. "I promise you then you won't regret it," he murmured into her ear. Her fists tightened around his shirt in a needy tug.

"But now he's asleep," she bargained, "and tomorrow-"

"Who's 'he'?" Roy froze for a moment. She must have been talking about her dog, he realised, but relief was long in coming when she continued.

"Breda," Riza slurred into his neck, growing drowsy again – his overdose of sensations must have tired her out, though it could also still be the drugs affecting her. He had no time to properly think about that; he had other things on his mind.

"Well, he'd better be asleep if he knows what's good for him," Roy growled, feeling cold sweat pool down his back in panic. Sure enough, a second later, there was a most staged snoring to be heard from the couch, right through the open doorway. Shit, Roy inwardly cursed.

"See?" Riza nodded as if that was not the perfect proof of the Second Lieutenant being awake and hearing everything. Perhaps seeing everything, too, Roy thought with growing unease. Some nerve he had, plainly mocking his superior officer with that snore which occasionally sounded more like a snicker. And died just as abruptly as it had come.

"Oh, he needs his sleep alright, 'cause he'll be working overtime for the rest of the month," Roy grinned to himself. The unsuccessful suppression of an unbelieving huff reached him.

"Does that mean you'll do your work for once, too?" Riza jabbered against his throat, rubbing her nose to it.

"No, I- I mean of course, I do," he glared down at her. But she whimpered at the loss of contact, nuzzling back into him. Entwining her legs with his, she hooked her calve to the back of his knee to chain him to her. Had she not been this clingy due to the medications – and, most of all, had she not just betrayed their onlooker – then he might as well have been the happiest man alive. She was gorgeous in that somnolent, attached state of hers, enchanting in the most adorable way. "What makes you think I usually don't work?" he sulked. Another snicker came from the living room and he shot a glare past her into the darkness.

"Maybe the fact that you don't…" Riza faded out, her chest expanding against his, her sigh warmly venting down his shirt.

"I work very hard, thank you very much," he snapped, catching himself to be pouting. Another mumble fell from her lips, but he doubted it were actual words. She was already back asleep, mouth only on the verge of consciousness while the loosening grip on his shirt told of her hands to have already crossed over.

Her breathing steadied after another minute, silence engulfing them. He loved sleeping with her, having the confirmation of her safety right there in his arms, her lovely scent all around him, feeling as if he was her protector for once, not the other way around.

Another minute passed until he raised his voice.

"What are you waiting for?" he demanded into the darkness, not before being sure about his First Lieutenant to be asleep. More snickering. Then there was the rustling of fabric, a shadow rising above the hardly distinguishable back of the couch. Hayate got to his feet to check out the noise, spooking the Second Lieutenant to death.

This time, it was the Colonel who laughed.

"You know what, I think I've changed my mind," he smirked as the shadow jumped back up onto the couch, making Mustang realise how it must have been his safe haven in the first place. "I'll ask Hawkeye to bring the dog to the office from now on,"

"You wouldn't dare!" Breda hissed, though the wobbling of his voice and increasing height told of a less confident expression.

"Hayate," Roy called. Hayate obeyed, taking the opportunity to climb up on the bed, panting and slobbering over the Colonel's face before inspecting his owner and curling up against her. "Now get out of here,"

"You don't have to tell me twice, chief," Breda exhaled in relief. More rustling told of the mere grabbing his coat and shoes, hustling towards the door. "It's locked," he whined, jerking the handle another few times. At least he could pay him back this way, Mustang thought, the smirk not leaving his face.

"There's a key in the cupboard beneath the sink, right behind the dogfood, but if you move that, Hayate will hear…" he trailed, hearing the cupboard door to be closing promptly. "Another one would be in here…" Roy's grin was audible in his tone as he returned the tease. "Otherwise, you seemed to be very keen on sleeping here," he shrugged, ceasing to do so when Riza gave a small moan at the movement. "Here, where the dog is," he went on in a lower voice. "With those fangs and claws, all hairy and slobbery," he enumerated.

He did not even know why Breda was so afraid of dogs, simply listing whatever other people found bothersome. It made him remember the discussion at work; how Fuery had taken the dog for a few hours during the shift change, apparently having brought him back afterwards when Mustang had still been kept at work. And yet, Breda had not left, his loyalty even stronger than his anxiety, both to the Lieutenant as well as to the Colonel.

Tremulously poking his head around the doorframe, Breda peered into the half-dark of the bedroom. With a weak sigh, Roy gave in first. Detaching his upper leg from the embrace – the one she was not holding captive – he wriggled away far enough to reach the floor with his foot. Riza made a small sound, hands grasping his shirt, trying to pull his warmth closer again.

His toes found the fabric of his trousers and he slipped it onto the bed. He fished for the key with one hand, enticing more complaints.

"Colonel," she spoke under her breath, sending a bright blush up his cheeks. She was definitely asleep.

The keys jangled in his hand and he tossed them over. Catching them despite the darkness, Breda's shoulders sank. He was smiling, the fact that he could unmistakably see it pissing Roy off.

"Nighty-night," Breda poked fun one more time before disappearing, steps fleet as soon as he had turned on the heel. With a long groan and his blush burning up to his ears, Roy deflated with relief. Listening for any more sounds for another heartbeat, he then decided to finally go to sleep as well.

Dropping his uniform to the floor again, he turned to his Lieutenant. Gladly, he wrapped both arms and legs around her, cuddled her close, burying his face in her hair. Hayate had to change position when his backrest was suddenly taken, finding a spot where Roy's arms were not possessively claiming his owner to himself. A more pleased sound came from Riza, and Roy relished it wholeheartedly. A tender stroke down the back of her head assessed the previous injury not to be swollen anymore, and he fell asleep with his thoughts travelling to the next day at work.

There was no way the rest of the team would not know until then. Perhaps a morning walk with the dog to a certain Second Lieutenant's place was in order…