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ultrasilentlavender  asked:

Royai, "Kiss me before I go" for the drabble thing? please~

Thank you so much for the prompt.

Firstly, I’m sorry, I know this was meant to be fluffy but it got a little angsty. I hope you like it anyway.

Roy Mustang sat at his desk, his five subordinates gathered around. The mood in the office was sombre as they seemingly sensed their leader’s unease.
“I leave for Ishval tomorrow per the Fuhrer’s orders,” Roy announced.
Fuery’s eyes widened beneath his glasses. “Ishval?”
“Makes sense,” Breda said. “Things are unsettled there since the explosion at Scar’s residence.”
Roy nodded. “And as the highest ranking General in the East, the task falls to me.”
“And you’re okay with that?” Havoc frowned. “You’re pretty much one of the most hated Amestris soldiers. I mean no offence, sir, but it sounds dangerous - reckless even.”
Roy’s lip twitched, “It’s good that you recognise that danger, Havoc, since you will serve as my bodyguard. It sounds like you might have a difficult job ahead of you.”
Havoc’s mouth dropped open and he glanced at Riza who kept her face unreadable.
Only because Roy knew her so well, did he notice the tension in the way she held herself and the brief thinning of her lips. Riza was pissed and he was sure he was going to hear about it.
Havoc muttered, “Rebecca’s going to be pissed.”
Roy rolled his eyes, but he ignored him.
“What about the rest of us?” Falman asked. “Surely you are taking more than one member of the team.”
Roy glanced at Breda and said, “I’ll need you too, Breda.”
Breda inclined his head and poked Havoc in the ribs.
Roy continued, “Hawkeye, Falman and Fuery you can take care of things here.”
“Yes, sir,” the three responded.
Roy locked eyes with Havoc and Breda again. “You two get packed and meet me at the train station at 06:00 hours.”
“Yes, sir,” they replied and saluted.
Roy sighed deeply as he thought of everything that he needed to do before morning. He was exhausted even thinking about it and he suspected he wouldn’t get a wink of sleep that night. His subordinates were exchanging worried glances and he coukd sense the unasked questions on the lips of his team
He waved a hand. “You’re all dismissed for the day.”
Roy started on the last pile of paperwork on his desk. He heard the sounds of the men clearing up their belongings in the outer office, but he could sense someone staring at him. He looked up. As expected, Riza was still standing there. He shook his head, stood up and went around the desk. He closed the door to the outer office to allow them privacy.
“So, out with it!”
Riza raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“I know you have an opinion, Hawkeye; you always have something to say.”
“My opinion does not matter.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I always listen to you.”
“Listening to me doesn’t always mean listening to my advice. You’re not going to change your mind, are you?”
“No,” he admitted. “I’m sorry I have to do this.” He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I still want to know what you think, Hawkeye.”
“I think it’s a mistake, as I’m sure you know.” Her eyes softened. “I don’t want to fight with you about it. I might not agree, but I understand why you are doing it.”
“You understand too why… I can’t bring you.”
They both stared at the sling on her arm.
“That I can’t really argue with, but I would feel safer if I could be there to watch your back even if I can only shoot with my bad arm.”
“I don’t want to risk you especially you’re still recovering.”
“Don’t patronise me.” She dropped her gaze and turned away from him. “Having both the Hawk’s Eye and the Flame Alchemist in Ishval at the same time might be seen as an act of war. I know that’s the real reason.”
He inclined his head even though she couldn’t see it. He didn’t want to be the one to say it, but Grumman had not minced his words when he told him he wanted him to travel to Ishval as his representative and insisted Riza could not accompany him.
“Why do you have to leave right away?” Riza asked. “Could the Fuhrer have not given you time to prepare?”
Roy shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. The Fuhrer says ‘jump’ and like a good dog I just jump without question. Don’t get me wrong, Grumman’s a good man, and someone has to make the difficult decisions. I assume given the circumstances, it’s better not to wait.”
Roy’s stomach had been roiling since Grumman had broken the news. It was the last place he wanted to visit again. He saw it enough in his nightmares and his memories. He hated the man he had once been out there in the desert - a monster. He had taken the stone to restore his sight and he had sworn to use his vision to help Ishval. That was easier to do from his office in Eastern Command. This was his first real teamt and he got the impression that Grumman was waiting to see if he would sink or swim. He knew that he would have to keep the peace in Ishval despite the hostility he was bound to meet. However, he feared that his presence there might make things worse rather than better.
A light touch on his arm pulled him from his thoughts.
“Will you be alright?” Riza’s eyes were concerned. “Just remember you’re not the same person you once were.”
He smiled at her. Of course, she would understand where his mind was going.
“I still dream about it sometimes,” he confessed not quite sure of why he was telling her this. “If all I have to do to look in eyes of those I maimed or widowed or orphaned, I suppose I got off light.”
“We’ll never clean our hands, sir, but we can keep on fighting for what is right.”
“Well said Lieutenant.”
She inclined her head. “Is there anything you need me to do before you leave, sir?”
Roy could see that she was concerned for him and decided to lighten the mood.
“Kiss me before I go,” he joked.
Riza looked around furtively before leaning in and kissing him softly on the lips. She stopped the kiss, but didn’t pull away fully. Instead, she stared at him like she was trying to read what he was thinking. He blinked, mouth agape for a moment, before he reached up to cradle her face in his hands and crashed his lips against hers. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him to her. A stray hair tickled his face and he smiled against her lips.
“Riza,” he whispered.
“No talking.”
Riza bit lightly on his lower lip and he groaned in response. His whole body hummed as the sweetness of their kiss turned more frantic.
The telephone rang shrilly causing them both to jump apart. The foolishness of their actions had been forgotten in the moment.
The phone rang again and Riza picked it up. “General Mustang’s office. First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye speaking.” She nodded and scribbled on a piece of paper. “I’ll tell him. Thank you.”
She relaxed the receiver and held out a piece of paper. “It’s the address of where you will be staying.”
He took the note from her and put it into his pocket without reading it.
“What was that? Not that I’m complaining.” He rubbed at the back of his neck. “I mean I’m definitely not complaining.”
He looked over at her and noticed a tear tract on her left cheek he hadn’t noticed before.
“You’re crying.”
“I’m not anymore.” She wiped it away. “Enough about me.” She took a deep breath. “Promise me you’ll be careful out there.”
He smiled at her. “Please don’t worry about me.”
“It comes with the job description,” she reminded.
“I’m not worth your tears, Riza.”
“Let me decide that,” she whispered.
His eyes darted to her lips. “Would it be okay if I kissed you again?”
“You know we can’t afford any more moments of weakness.”
“I want to kiss you, fraternisation laws be damned.” He balled his fists. “I just wish things could be different, but we made our bed a long time ago.”
It wasn’t just the law though. They both knew they could never have a normal relationship not while their path was most likely leading them to death.
“Perhaps we could -” Riza started.
Roy cocked his head. “Could what?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she said sadly.
Of course it mattered, Roy thought.
“Maybe on special occasions, we could pretend that we’re just Roy and Riza?”
“Don’t you think that indulgence might make things more difficult?”
Roy didn’t reply. He knew she was right; it was taking all his strength not to try kissing her again. Now with taste of her on his lips, he was desperate for more.
Her use of his given name startled him.
“When you return from Ishbal, I might consider your proposition. No promises though.”
“I understand.” Roy threw his head back and laughed. “I intend to proposition you again, then.”


“It is snowing…”

“You weren’t prepared for this?”

They stood outside the restaurant, fat snowflakes falling from the dark winter sky, the warm glow of the street lamps casting shadows on the street.

“It was meant to rain, not snow.”

He rolled his eyes, earning a huff from Riza. “Can’t you just admit you’ve been caught out, just this once and are cold?”

“You are just please because it isn’t raining.”

He nudged her playfully, and finally her scowl  broke into a soft giggle, taking her hand as they walked down the street, her slim fingers curling around his. It was a rare weekend off for both of them; dinner had been Roy’s idea, not that she had complained. She paused as they entered the central park, glancing over to the now frozen pond and the frost covered trees. They were alone, save for the ducks, and it was immensely peaceful.

“Come here.” He pulled her in to him, wrapping his large overcoat around her, and she laughed as he buttoned it, leaving her trapped against him.

Sir .” She eyed him, tapping a finger against his chest, meeting his usual boyish grin. “What if somebody sees us?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, pressing a kiss against her forehead. “I’m simply looking out for you. Can’t have you getting sick now.”

She pulled a face, before snuggling in against him, letting her arms wrap around his torso, and he breathed a deep sigh of contentment, gently bury his face against her hair. She smelt of sweet soap, crisp linen and the unmissable twist of gunpowder; he wondered if she would ever remove that smell entirely.


“Yes.” She gave him a coy smile, before leaning against him once again, cheek flush against his chest. “You are warm.”

“Well, you know, I am the-ack!” He let out a yelp of surprise, cutting him off as her cold hands slid under his shirt, making contact with the warmth of his back.

“Don’t finish that joke.”

#70 - You’re warm.