Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Business as Usual ❯ At Risk of a Bullet ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Hey there! I'm back and here's the next chapter. I think it might get a little out of character at the end so please don't kill me. Otherwise, as always flames are welcome so long as they state what is wrong. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own FullMetal Alchemist.

Roy unlocked his house and lead Riza into the living room. As she stepped inside, she looked around. For a Colonel, he had one of the largest homes she had ever seen. The entryway was a short hall before it opened into a more spacious room. The living room on the right had black marble flooring and high vaulted ceilings. The furniture was leather and gleamed softly in the moonlight. There was a fireplace against the far wall and a mantle that hung over it, but held nothing. To the left was a bar over which hung glasses so that they could be easily taken down, the white tile floor serving as an invisible divider between the two rooms. She laid her purse on an end-table and looked over at Roy with a smile.

“I appreciate you letting me stay here tonight, sir.” He smiled back at her as he looked over from the bar. He had pulled two glasses down and were filling them from a bottle that he had pulled from somewhere she didn’t see. Walking over to her, Roy passed her one of the glasses.

“Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t about to let you sleep out side. I wouldn’t do that to anyone.” He took a sip from his glass and Riza followed suit. It was a sweet white wine, brining a smile to her lips.

“I suppose you must need such a nice home to keep up the image that you’re a wealthy Colonel for you dates, sir.” Roy laughed as she spoke and looked around his spacious home.

“I didn’t buy it originally for that reason, but I will admit it does help.” He smirked at her before draining his glass. Riza was still nursing hers as she turned from him and continued to look around the room.

“I would think that most of those airheads would faint from the sight just for effect.” She muttered under her breath before she finished her own glass of wine and turned to pass it back to Roy.

“I only had one girl faint on me, I’ll have you know,” he whispered softly in her ear as she turned toward him, causing her to jump and drop the glass she was holding gently with three fingers. It hit the floor and shattered, sending shards of glass skidding across the floor.

“I’m so sorry, sir,” she said, bending down to pick up the pieces as Roy walked around the counter for a broom. She had picked most of it up by the time he came back around the corner. He knelt next to her, and used the broom to sweep the rest of the shards into the waiting dustpan he had brought with him. Riza deposited the shards in her hand into the pan as Roy stood again and disappeared into the kitchen.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said coming back around the counter to where she was standing, and smiled at her. “It’s not the first time someone’s broken one.” He looked down at his watch to check the time, and sighed. “Come on let me show you to the bedroom so you can get some sleep.”

“No, sir, I’ll sleep on the couch. You shouldn’t be letting me sleep in your room when it’s your house.”

“You’re right, it is my house and being that it is my house I choose to sleep on the couch. Unless you want to sleep there with me, you can take the bed.” He looked at her, his eyes sparkling in amusement as she fixed him with a cold glare. He knew she would never choose to sleep on the couch with him, although he wouldn’t object if she did.

“Fine, sir. I’ll sleep in the bed.” She turned and walked down the hall opening the first door that she came too. Roy’s heart leapt as all the clothes he had hastily stuffed in there came tumbling down on top of Hawkeye’s head. He dashed down the hall and began to dig through the pile of clothes and papers that had toppled out in an effort to find her. She pushed her way out of the top of the pile, her head colliding with Roy’s sending them both over on top of the heap. It was a moment or so before Roy realized that Riza was sitting up laughing.

“I see you’re about as organized at home as you are in the office, sir. I haven’t seen anyone pull this trick since I was babysitting Elysia for Hughes three weeks ago.” Roy couldn’t help but join her laughing at the mess in the middle of his hallway as he righted himself.

“I just haven’t had much time to clean it up. Someone has been keeping me late at work. So I put it in here until I could get to it. Unfortunately I never did.”

“Well if you would just do your paperwork, sir, I’m sure you would be able to leave on time, but you can’t quit procrastinating.” She looked at the Colonel with an accusing expression. Roy only shrugged.

“I’d rather be doing other things.”

“Like what, sir?”

“Like this.” Risking the bullet he knew he would be taking, Roy leaned in and kissed Riza softly on the lips for a brief second. He didn’t hold it, knowing he was already pushing his luck, not to mention risking his life, with what he was doing now. He looked at Riza, expecting her pistol to come out at any moment and kill him, but to his surprise she merely sat where she was her face invisible in the dim light. Slowly Riza stood and looked down at the Colonel.

“Well, are you going to show me where the bedroom is, sir? If we don’t go to sleep soon, we won’t be much use at the office tomorrow.” Roy wasn’t sure why she hadn’t shot him, but he knew he better not press his luck or he may well not live out the rest of the evening. Following suit with Riza, Mustang stood and walked silently down the hall to his bedroom.

Great, now she hates me. She’s probably so angry she didn’t even think to go for her gun. Nice job. Real smooth. Stupid! He mental yelled at himself for botching his probably only shot at getting the woman walking silently behind him. Opening the door to the master bedroom, he waved her in.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Hawkeye.” He said stiffly as she walked passed him and moved to close the door.

“Good night, sir,” she replied in an impassive, and with that she closed the door in his face. Roy sighed heavily and trudged back down the hallway to the living room, where he flopped down on the couch. So much for that. Rolling on to his side, Mustang drifted off to sleep.


The second Roy’s lips found her in the dark hall, Riza’s heart simply stopped beating. Her mind stopped processing what was happening and for the span of a few seconds her entire body stopped functioning. It wasn’t until Roy pulled away from her, his gaze landing hesitantly on her darkened face, that her mind returned to her.

Why…What was Colonel Mustang thinking?! Hawkeye’s mind came back to her with a painful thump as her rationality hit her. He’s risking he career here! This isn’t worth everything he’s worked for! What is going through that man’s head? She wanted to yell at him for not thinking about the repercussions of his actions but while her mind and reason had begun to function again, her body had not. So no matter how much she wanted to reach for something, anything, to throw at the man, her arms remained limp at her sides.

She thought for a moment of her gun, still lying in her purse in the main room, and how much she wanted to shoot the Colonel for being so…so…Stupid! Reckless! Irrational! A whole dictionary of other things that he had been for kissing her. And not just shoot at him either, no Hawkeye wanted to land one good clean shot between his eyes and save him from his idiotic thought processes, but still her body refused to move.

Slowly she found herself rising to her feet, when she had given her body that order she couldn’t remember but the fact that she was moving was a good sign. Now to just tell him what a fool he was for risking his career over something so….she couldn’t find the words to describe it even in her own mind. The words that did escape her lips, however, where not the heated admonitions that were thrashing about in her befuddled mind.

“Well, are you going to show me where the bedroom is, sir? If we don’t go to sleep soon, we won’t be much use at the office tomorrow.” What? That’s not what I wanted to say! Her mouth, the treacherous thing was letting Mustang off without so much as a stern reprimand. The Colonel dropped his gaze from hers and he moved passed her. She couldn’t read what Mustang was thinking in his face as he passed her, so she followed him in silence, debating how best to kill him for his lack of thought.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Hawkeye.” Mustang’s voice was stiff as he looked at Riza, the woman standing in the doorway of the superiors bedroom. Watching him closely she caught something odd in the look he gave her. What was that lurking in his gaze as she held the door open. In the darkness, Hawkeye couldn’t make it out.

“Goodnight, sir,” she replied, closing the door before the Colonel decided to do anything else foolish. She stood at the door for a moment before hearing Mustang sigh and walk away. Riza stood staring at the door, the autopilot her body had effected to get her out of the situation failing now that she was alone. So she stood staring at the barrier between her and the rest of the house and didn’t move, or think for many long minutes.

Slowly, very slowly her mind and body returned to be under her control and she walked over to the bed. When she reached it, her knees gave way beneath her and she flopped down onto the soft mattress. Lifting one hand, Riza slammed her fist into the pillows around her and growled angrily. What the HELL was that man thinking? Doesn’t he know how much he’s risking just in his little escapade to sleep with as many woman as he can? Not like I’ll fall for it anyways. I’ve seen what he does with his dates often enough not to fall for any of his advances.

Then how did I not see this coming? How could I not protect him from himself in just this one instance when his stupidity overruled his intelligence. What am I going to do with him?

It’s not like I didn’t LIKE it, it’s just stupid that he would do such a thing when he’s so close to achieving his goal!……Hawkeye shot straight up in bed as she caught onto what she was thinking.

“I did not just think that, did I?” She questioned herself out loud as she scanned her memory of the event. “I mean sure he’s really attractive and he’s lips were soft….AUGH!” She howled in dismay as she realized that now she had switched from contemplating the Colonel to speaking her thoughts out loud. “Wah am Ah sayin?” She mumbled into the bed. What is wrong with me? Why would something so simple leave me so…..flustered? She sat up again, running her fingers through her bangs as she pushed them back against her head. She turned and looked out the window opposite the bed, the glass pulled shut to keep in the cool air.

Okay, Riza, let’s think about this rationally. You were angry with Mustang for forcing you to sleep in his bed. So you turned away and grabbed the nearest door handle. Then he tried to unbury you from his mess.

Okay nothing odd about that. He was just concerned that something heavy might have fallen out. No big deal. Then when you came out of the pile of junk, you collided with him and fell over laughing.

Well it was amusing, since I had thought he had out grown stuffing his dirty laundry in the closet. Then you teased him about it. That’s when he said he would rather be doing something else. The image of Mustang’s playful smirk roused itself in her mind and she thought that had she been more watchful she might have noticed the scheming gleam in his eyes then.

And then he kissed you. Riza’s heart gave a small leap as she remembered having the Colonel’s warm soft lips pressed against her own. Too bad it wasn’t for long.

WHAT?! Hawkeye shook herself, both physically and mentally as she realized what she was thinking. NO! That’s not…It…What am I thinking?! Roy is my commanding officer. He is off limits and I would never risk his career. NEVER! Hawkeye paused to give her mutinous thoughts a moment to decide if they were going to behave or not.

Satisfied that they were done, Riza rose to her feet and slid her pants off her hips and removed her hair from it’s clip, letting it hang from the loose ponytail she used to hold it in place. She turned and pulled the covers down and climbed beneath them, enjoying the feel of silk against her skin. She smiled softly to herself, as she curled onto one side and closed her eyes.

Hmmm. It’s really cozy. It can’t get any better than this…..Unless I was with Roy. “AUGH!” She groaned aloud and flopped a pillow over her head to deaden the sound. With thoughts like that she was never going to sleep.

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