Log ; Ongoing

[flameroy.livejournal.com]

When; Early Evening, 19th June.
Rating; PG.
Characters; Riza Hawkeye, hawkeyedsoldier and Roy Mustang, flameroy
Summary; Riza has arrived (Finally!) and Roy is not taking any chances. He's been waiting for this moment for a while now, but in true Roy-style, it will probably not work out as he has planned in his head.
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The words replayed in his head as he closed the lid of his laptop. He couldn't say that to her, he had to go and collect her. At least with everyone talking of dead bodies he had a good enough excuse to be a little on edge. Even though it was a cover for how he was really feeling. It wasn't long before he was out of the door, and literally taking the steps through the building three at a time to reach the bottom as quickly as was humanly possible. Though he had to hold onto the railings thanks to his lessened co-ordination.

The door flung open before him, almost as if he hadn't even touched it, and he ran towards the centre of the city, coat floating out behind him. It was quite a distance from his building to the fountain, when he thought about it. Roy wasn't really thinking straight though. His only thoughts were of the fact that he was running to Riza. Realisation hit him squarely in the head about three quarters into his journey, and he slowed to a speed that might have passed for a jog.

Where had this need come from? This ache? He had to remain chilled and calm. If Hawkeye noticed anything different about his actions she would soon pick up on it, and that would be when the questions would start to be asked. He sighed a steadying breath, but before he knew it he had rounded the corner that led into the open space before the fountain. The frown fell from his face the moment he set eye on his First Lieutenant, and he began to walk smoothly to where she stood.

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[hawkeyedsoldier.livejournal.com]

Riza fumed as she stood next to the fountain, still holding a bowl of soup she had brought with her into the City. That man. She should have tied him down to the damn bed to make sure he'd stay there. Though knowing him he would have found a way out somehow.

She was surprised when she finally spotted him. He looked completely healed. Well, except for that eye. Instinct told her to salute, but she reminded herself that this was hardly necessary.

"Sir," Riza said, her eyebrows furrowing grouchily, "I thought I told you to stay in bed."

[flameroy.livejournal.com]

He'd managed to get his speed, and thoughts under control by the time Hawkeye had spotted him. He wore a smile for a moment, before he noticed the bowl in her hands. Surely that could only mean one thing? When was the only time she had ever looked after him to that extent?

"Ah. Apparently, The City wishes to complicate things. Is that for me?" He asked, reaching out a hand to the bowl, mostly just to take it off her.

"I think you have arrived here two years before the time that I arrived here. You understand?"

[hawkeyedsoldier.livejournal.com]

Riza started to pull the bowl away until she got more answered, but Mustang's informing her of the gap in time was a shock. She blinked and numbly let him take the soup, trying to make sense of what he just said.

"Not... entirely..." she said dumbly. It sort of made sense. It certainly explained why he looked so much better. But...

"...So what should I call you now, sir?" Riza asked, protocol taking over while the rest of her brain tried to sort things out.

[flameroy.livejournal.com]

Roy smiled as she gave up the bowl, and he pulled it in to one side, cupping it with his left arm.

"I will explain in more detail." He replied, in answer to Riza's first comment. The second one was rather off putting however, and he stopped in his tracks, like some kind of wall was just in front of him.

"I was... hoping this wouldn't happen." He muttered to himself, head tipping to face the floor ahead of him. It was going to be so much more difficult to explain to her his actions, rather than have to hope she forgave him for what he did.

"Can it wait until we get to my apartment?" He asked, looking round at her gloomily.

[hawkeyedsoldier.livejournal.com]

Riza looked at Mustang in surprise, but nodded.

"Of course, sir," she said, incredibly curious now, but not about to press for more. Yet.

Suddenly Riza wondered if Havoc was from two years later as well. And Full Metal. ...Come to think of it, she had heard that Full Metal disappeared.

She was finding herself more and more clueless and it was beginning to irritate her.

"Lead the way, sir," Riza said, trying to keep the aggravation out of her tone.

[flameroy.livejournal.com]

He had to say, he was more than grateful for her decision not to press the issue. He wasn't entirely sure how he would cope explaining this all to her in the middle of the City, with a bowl of soup in hand, without the vague comforts of the place he had made his home.

He was also glad that Hughes was out.

The journey back to his building was a very quiet one, Roy only continued walking, checking very subtly to his side to make sure Hawkeye was still tailing him.

It took longer to get back than it had done for him, obviously sprinting made a lot of difference.

It was only when they arrived at Building #3, and Roy opened the apartment door that he readied himself for the onslaught of questions. He set the bowl on the kitchen counter, and sauntered across to the coffee table, slumping down onto one of the sofas.

"This is my flat. I share it with a lady named Cielo and Hu-- You ought to sit, Lieutenant."

[hawkeyedsoldier.livejournal.com]

Riza took a moment to look around before raising an eyebrow in surprise at Mustang.

"Why?" she asked, obediently taking a seat. "You're starting to scare me a little, Col-- sir."

[hawkeyedsoldier.livejournal.com]

Riza's eyebrows went up and she had to fight a smile.

"Yes, sir," she said with a salute. "I didn't realize you had missed me that much."

She meant it to sound teasing, but just by watching Mustang, she could tell that there was some truth to it, at least. If anything... she was glad he wanted her enough to speak her language.

[flameroy.livejournal.com]

He nodded once in reply to her, disregarding her salute. That would have to stop.

"More than y.. Uhm, Yes." He nodded once more, a little less composed than before, and busied himself with eating soup, and it wasn't long til it was finished. Standing, he cleared his throat.

"So, You last saw me when I was still recovering?" He asked, setting the bowl back on the counter between the kitchen and living room, before turning to lean against the counter itself. He was very curious actually. A lot had gone on between them in those weeks.

[hawkeyedsoldier.livejournal.com]

Riza was both touched and amused to know she'd been missed by him, but she didn't say anything.

"Yes," she replied. "And it was getting harder to keep you from getting up. And--"

She stopped dead, a horrified look on her face.

"Hayade! He didn't come with me! No one knows I'm gone yet!"

[flameroy.livejournal.com]

He was still smiling softly as he listened to her, his hands propping his up as he leant against the counter. The sudden change of expression on Hawkeye's face soon made him stand up straight though. Stepping forwards one pace before stopping. Just what was he doing?

"Ah..." He sighed, letting his hands fall to his sides. "I don't think there's anything we can do..." He muttered, frowning suddenly. Rendered helpless. "I'm sure he'll be fine though..." He attempted consolation. Lifting a hand before letting it drop again.

[hawkeyedsoldier.livejournal.com]

Riza started to give Mustang a withering look, but stopped. Had he just reached for her? And if he had, why did he stop? Because he didn't want to touch her, or because he wanted to and didn't want her to know he wanted to?

Riza stopped herself before she confused herself any further.

"...Right," she said awkwardly. "Sorry, sir. I'm sure someone will come looking for me and find him."

[flameroy.livejournal.com]

He'd never seen that look on her face before... almost hurt? was it? He shook the thought away, and smiled.

"It's alright. At least you know someone will come looking soon." He said with a faint laugh, nudging her elbow with the back of his hand on a whim. He wasn't even sure why he'd done it, but in the instant he had he moved round to the other side of the counter, where the kitchen was.

"I forgot to ask if you wanted a drink?"

[flameroy.livejournal.com]

He nodded slowly, finally able to enjoy a rather casual dinner with Hawkeye. If any one of his other subordinate were to set eyes upon this, he felt sure they would have a thing or two to say about it.

Roy was quiet happy to eat in the mutual silence they shared without much interaction besides looking over at Riza. She was.. that's a foot.

A touch of heat rose in his cheeks, but he managed to busy himself with his pasta for the moment. Once the initial shock was over, he looked up at her with a knowing expression, capturing her foot between both his legs.

[hawkeyedsoldier.livejournal.com]

Riza's eyebrows went up in surprise and she cleared her throat a little. That was bold.

"I'm... glad you're feeling better," she managed shakily. That was stupid. But she'd said it, so it didn't matter anymore...

[flameroy.livejournal.com]

Roy smiled at her expression. Everything was surprising her, and he loved that look on her face. He nodded though, appreciating the fact that Riza had last seen him wounded and laid up in bed.

"Thanks to you." he told honestly, looking up at her and offering a softer smile than the ones he usually wore. His mind was racing, and he had to remind himself to slow his brain down. His feet moved to give Riza's a better chance of escape as an after thought.

[hawkeyedsoldier.livejournal.com]

Riza continued eating but didn't move her foot.

"Someone had to take care of you," she said off-handedly. "You never do it yourself."

She was still slightly convinced that Mustang had suffered some form of head injury, but the shock had finally worn off and it was getting less awkward.

"Though I still just don't know about keeping unicorns in the apartment," Riza remarked, idly stroking Mustang's leg with her foot.

[flameroy.livejournal.com]

He was fully aware of the light weight of Riza's foot against his leg, and he had to smile a little wider at the mention of needing to take care of him.

"I might need someone to take care of me longer than just that." He added, looking up at her with his smile still plastered on his face.

The comment about the unicorns did make him laugh, though the stroking of his leg under the table was rousing other ideas in his head. "The Unicorns will stay downstairs. I told Cielo she could keep them here because she was the only one I knew who needed a place to stay. You might not have heard the ticking, but it only goes away when you are not alone.." That's why I intend to have you by my side. He thought.

[hawkeyedsoldier.livejournal.com]

Riza shifted her gaze down to her plate shyly and chose not to respond to Mustang's first comment, but looked back up at him on the topic of unicorns.

"I heard it," she replied. "I just didn't think much of it since I didn't hear it for long. And Havoc showed me a guide over that... machine I found on the ground when I got here."

[flameroy.livejournal.com]

He nodded slowly, letting go of her hand as they walked into the apartment. He was half tempted to turn around and...

He shook the thought away, and moved to sit down on one of the sofas, strategically placing himself so that there was sufficient room for another on the same sofa.

"You're more than Welcome, Riza. It was for my pleasure just a smuch as your own." He added with a smirk.

[hawkeyedsoldier.livejournal.com]

Riza regarded the space on the couch and Mustang respectively. ...It was beginning to feel strange again, but she decided to at least make an attempt.

Riza sat down on the couch gingerly, as if afraid a bomb might go off, and took another look around the apartment. She wasn't sure what to say, so she waited to see what he would say. She'd never been known for her conversation skills anyway.

[flameroy.livejournal.com]

Roy tried not to smirk too much when Riza chose a place next to him on the sofa, although he could feel the same awkwardness building up between them, and that was the last thing he needed right now.

He was aware of her cautiousness, and leant back into the sofa, leaning very close to his subordinate, before lifting an arm and letting it fall behind her shoulders. It felt right, that was for sure, but there was still such awkwardness between them both.

"We could walk around the City tomorrow if you'd like?" He asked, looking over at her with a admiring smile.

[hawkeyedsoldier.livejournal.com]

"That'd be fine, s--, Roy," Riza replied, inwardly kicking herself. She could think of a long list of things she wanted to do at that moment, but she was torn between habit and desire. Finally she decided she had to make some sign that she wasn't completely put-off by the entire situation.

Tentatively, she rested a hand on Mustang's thigh and looked at him.

"What sort of places are there are here?" she asked, keeping her voice as even as possible.

[flameroy.livejournal.com]

"I'm pretty sure that plans for tomorrow activities can be decided tomorrow, Riza." He stated, moving the hand aruond her shoulder to gently brush some stray hair from the side of her cheek to tuck behind her ear, returning his arm over his shoulder and ensuring his fingertips curled around it lightly.

He was aware of the conflict going on between them both. The temptation was too irresistable for him, however. His other hand moved round from his side, and he pressed a gentle finger under Riza's chin, moving it to face him fully.

"I like to think about here and now." He whispered.

[hawkeyedsoldier.livejournal.com]

"I like to plan ahead," Riza replied, her eyes flicking rapidly in an attempt to find a point to focus on in Mustang's face. She leaned towards him a little, but her eyebrows twitched.

"Roy," she murmured, "I'll kiss you, but if you think I'm going to sleep with you tonight, you're going to be disappointed."