Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Lonely Mornings ❯ Hail to the King, Baby ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Anne Packrat 
Things are tense after Roy's confession. How will Riza handle it? And what "extra-special" new job does Riza get assigned?
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 04.22.2006 | Updated On: 04.22.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 526 | Status: Completed
Things are tense after Roy's confession. How will Riza handle it? And what "extra-special" new job does Riza get assigned?
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 04.22.2006 | Updated On: 04.22.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 526 | Status: Completed
Lonely Mornings
Chapter 5 : Hail to the King, Baby
A Full Metal Alchemist Fanfiction
by Anne Packrat
Disclaimer: Full Metal Alchemist and its attendant characters and setting were created by Hiromu Arakawa and are distributed by Funimation, Square-Enix and Viz. I created Bubbles, but he's beginning to take on a life of his own.
Warnings: Sexual situations and language, Profanity abounds.
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Roy paused at the threshold of Hawkeye's apartment. He'd just confessed his love to her, and she hadn't shot him. This was a momentous event, requiring just the right words to honor it. The problem was that he was having trouble thinking of any. "How about, 'And so with this one step we also begin a new step in our relationship? No, too fruity. Uh, Let's see: 'That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for Roykind? No, no, too grandiose.... I should be more direct like, 'Hey baby, nice place. Let's go off in the corner and fuck like weasels!' Oh god, I can't say that..."
Riza watched his internal conflict with a mixture of irritation and amusement.
"Roy, just get your damn ass inside."
He blinked in surprise. "Oh well," he thought, "I guess that works too." He moved into her foyer, dripping onto her hardwood floor.
"Oh, crap," Riza said, noticing the growing puddle under Roy's feet, "Let me get some towels." She disappeared into the bathroom and soon reemerged bearing two fluffy towels and a bathrobe.
On the way she checked in on Black Hayate in her bedroom and found him still asleep dreaming his little puppy dreams. Dreams which most likely involved food or panties.
"Okay," she said handing him one towel and dropping the other on a chair, "We have to first get you out of those wet clothes." She regretted saying it the minute it came out of her mouth. Knowing her colonel he would-
"Wow, and people think I move fast in bed! But you make me look like a turtle!"
And there it was.
She sighed. Some things never changed. She reached for his coat and slid it off his shoulders. "I just don't want you catching a cold, sir. Because you become even more insufferable when you're sick."
"Hey, I think I'm even more attractive when I'm sick," he said confidently as he rubbed the towel through his hair, "Cause I look all vulnerable and needy. Chicks dig that."
Hawkeye took his coat and hung it on a peg next to the door. "Colonel, I have never found the image of you with snot dripping from your nose to be all that arousing."
She turned her back to give him some privacy while he removed his sopping wet garments. She headed toward the kitchen. "I'm going to put the kettle on. Do you want some tea?"
"That sounds good," he replied, "Hey, Riza.... I think I need your help getting my pants off."
She flushed pink but refused to turn around. "Roy, you're a grown man in perfect physical health. I think even you are more than capable of removing your pants without help."
Grabbing the well used kettle from its shelf overhead, she filled it with water and set it to boil on the stove.
"Riiiiiizaaaa," he whined, "I think the zipper's stuck."
"You have got to be kidding me!" she groaned as she went back into the living room, "You are the-" She stopped in astonishment and blushed mightily at the sight of Roy Mustang wearing only his boxers.
She could see why he was so popular with women. His body was quite well-toned, not overly muscled, but with very little body fat on it either. She didn't know if the areas beneath his boxers would be the same way, but if "the king" was to be believed then he was an above average male specimen in regards to the groinal area.
In short, Roy Mustang in his underwear was quite a sight, and she found herself enjoying it immensely. The man simply was gorgeous.
"I managed to get them off myself," he said, amused at her studying him so intently. And yes he had the famous Mustang smirk on his face. She had such a huge love-hate relationship with that smirk.
Part of her was annoyed that he was flirting with her at a time like this. She toyed with the idea of shoving him outside in only his boxers and locking the door. But, tonight she decided to be merciful, and let him stay. He was a guest after all. And a good hostess doesn't leave guests to die of hypothermia on her front step.
Roy drew the bathrobe over his shoulders and cinched it tightly, thus ending her impromptu inspection. He went back to attacking his wet hair with a towel. "I think the water's ready. I hear the kettle whistling."
"What?" She turned around to see a jet of steam coming off her stove, "Oh right. Have a seat and I'll bring it to you."
While she fixed their tea she took a moment to marvel at how calm she was being. She always thought she'd be jumping for joy (or at the very least jumping Roy) on the day Mustang told her he loved her. Instead here she was, feeling a weird mixture of bemusement, worry, and anticipation. She was even managing to stay relatively collected despite the emotional roller coaster of the last 24 hours.
She leaned back and caught a glimpse of her colonel on the couch. He looked pensive and worn, and his leg was jiggling up and down. She frowned. What happened to his bravado of only a few minutes ago?
Suddenly she realized that his confident flirty act had been a show, most likely for her benefit. And that was why she felt so calm. Since Roy had been acting more or less normally, then she had responded to him in the usual way, and this had a soothing effect on her frazzled nerves. It was a sweet gesture, but it wasn't what she wanted from him.
She handed him his tea and then sat down on the couch next to the Mustang-occupied chair. "Roy," she scolded, "I told you to be honest with me."
A guilty look passed over his features and then he sighed, "I know. Sorry." With his apology his nervous leg stilled.
"Although...." she said, a small smile on her lips and a pink color on her cheeks, "I didn't really mind your little show earlier."
Oh god, the smirk was back. "I'll give you a repeat performance whenever you want, babe," he said coyly.
Riza thought for a moment. "Okay, how about in Monday's meeting on the new dress code regulations?"
Roy nearly choked on his tea. "W-What? Uh, I don't think Havoc, Fullmetal and the others would be too interested in seeing me in my boxers."
She grinned at his discomfort, "Why not? From what you've told me they saw way more than that during your little King Cock contest."
He groaned. "You are never going to let me live that down are you?"
She smiled sweetly and looked into his eyes. "No way in hell, your majesty."
Roy blushed, but didn't reply.
They sat in silence for awhile. The topic of their relationship, and his confession had to come up sometime, but both were afraid to broach the subject. Finally Riza spoke.
"Did- Did you mean it? What you said outside?" she said staring at her now empty cup.
Roy nodded. "Of course I did. Is it that hard to believe?"
She didn't answer at first, and when she did it was in a whisper. "You have all those other women though... I mean, they're pretty and feminine and I'm just 'one of the boys' who just happens to have breasts. They wear high heels and skirts where I practically live in a uniform. And I sincerely doubt they end the day reeking of gunpowder, sweat and ink."
"Riza," Roy replied, "Look at me." Her eyes didn't leave her cup.
"I said look at me, lieutenant." Slowly she met his gaze and was shocked by the intensity she saw there. "Do you know how many women I've said 'I love you' to?"
She frowned. Why was he asking her this now? "I don't know. Hundreds?"
"Two," he said, his eyes never leaving her face, "My mother and you."
He put down his cup and took her hand, idly tracing the lines on her palm. "Love is not a word I take lightly. When I tell someone I love them it's not just a declaration, but a promise. It's a promise to cherish and protect them and be there for them through thick and thin."
She was surprised by the sincerity of his words. "You almost sound like you're proposing to me..." she said quietly.
Roy chuckled softly. "I guess in my own sad little way I am."
Riza's head spun. First his confession outside and now this? "But the rules..."
Roy shook his head. "I know the rules, and I couldn't give a crap about them. However, it does mean I can't officially make an honest woman out of you until I become fuhrer and change them."
He moved his hand to her face and stroked her cheek as he continued, "In the meantime I still want to have a relationship with you. We'll have to be discreet, but I think we're both more than capable of pulling it off. Are you up for it?"
Hell yes she was. She nodded. "Yes, but on one condition."
Roy quirked an eyebrow. "Oh, what is it?"
"That from now on, I'm the only woman who gets to inspect the king's award winning cock."
He gasped in mock horror. "You would deprive the world of seeing such a huge and incredible creature?"
Hawkeye rolled her eyes. "Somehow I think the world will recover."
He threw up his hands in defeat. "Fine you win. From now on you are the king's Official Cock Inspector. Do you want me to add that to your official list of duties at the office?"
She stared at him in horror. "You wouldn't!"
Smirk. "You know I would."
"You do and you'll get a bullet where the sun doesn't shine."
The smirk widened "Fine, it'll stay an unofficial title," he said relenting, "but only because I know Havoc and the others would get jealous."
Riza laughed. "You're incorrigible you know that?"
He stood and pulled her into his arms. After a quick kiss he replied, "You wouldn't have me any other way."
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Author's Indulgence
I'm so tempted to write a fanfic called "Riza Hawkeye, Cock Inspector" now. If I did it would likely be a buddy cop piece with Bubbles as her partner and Al as the lovable street urchin / suit of armor that acts as their informant. ^_^
-Thanks to the creators and crew of the manga and anime.
-Thanks to my husband who is mad that I spend so much time writing. I love you too, hon!
-Thanks to people who sent messages or left reviews. I appreciate them greatly.
-And thanks to you for reading.
Hey, Humor came back! Oh and, look, he brought his friend Smut! Everyone wave to Smut! Smut was a bit tired from the trip, so she couldn't do much in this chapter. But she's promised to be running rampant through the next one!
Next chapter: Roy and Riza fuck like weasels.
Chapter 5 : Hail to the King, Baby
A Full Metal Alchemist Fanfiction
by Anne Packrat
Disclaimer: Full Metal Alchemist and its attendant characters and setting were created by Hiromu Arakawa and are distributed by Funimation, Square-Enix and Viz. I created Bubbles, but he's beginning to take on a life of his own.
Warnings: Sexual situations and language, Profanity abounds.
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Roy paused at the threshold of Hawkeye's apartment. He'd just confessed his love to her, and she hadn't shot him. This was a momentous event, requiring just the right words to honor it. The problem was that he was having trouble thinking of any. "How about, 'And so with this one step we also begin a new step in our relationship? No, too fruity. Uh, Let's see: 'That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for Roykind? No, no, too grandiose.... I should be more direct like, 'Hey baby, nice place. Let's go off in the corner and fuck like weasels!' Oh god, I can't say that..."
Riza watched his internal conflict with a mixture of irritation and amusement.
"Roy, just get your damn ass inside."
He blinked in surprise. "Oh well," he thought, "I guess that works too." He moved into her foyer, dripping onto her hardwood floor.
"Oh, crap," Riza said, noticing the growing puddle under Roy's feet, "Let me get some towels." She disappeared into the bathroom and soon reemerged bearing two fluffy towels and a bathrobe.
On the way she checked in on Black Hayate in her bedroom and found him still asleep dreaming his little puppy dreams. Dreams which most likely involved food or panties.
"Okay," she said handing him one towel and dropping the other on a chair, "We have to first get you out of those wet clothes." She regretted saying it the minute it came out of her mouth. Knowing her colonel he would-
"Wow, and people think I move fast in bed! But you make me look like a turtle!"
And there it was.
She sighed. Some things never changed. She reached for his coat and slid it off his shoulders. "I just don't want you catching a cold, sir. Because you become even more insufferable when you're sick."
"Hey, I think I'm even more attractive when I'm sick," he said confidently as he rubbed the towel through his hair, "Cause I look all vulnerable and needy. Chicks dig that."
Hawkeye took his coat and hung it on a peg next to the door. "Colonel, I have never found the image of you with snot dripping from your nose to be all that arousing."
She turned her back to give him some privacy while he removed his sopping wet garments. She headed toward the kitchen. "I'm going to put the kettle on. Do you want some tea?"
"That sounds good," he replied, "Hey, Riza.... I think I need your help getting my pants off."
She flushed pink but refused to turn around. "Roy, you're a grown man in perfect physical health. I think even you are more than capable of removing your pants without help."
Grabbing the well used kettle from its shelf overhead, she filled it with water and set it to boil on the stove.
"Riiiiiizaaaa," he whined, "I think the zipper's stuck."
"You have got to be kidding me!" she groaned as she went back into the living room, "You are the-" She stopped in astonishment and blushed mightily at the sight of Roy Mustang wearing only his boxers.
She could see why he was so popular with women. His body was quite well-toned, not overly muscled, but with very little body fat on it either. She didn't know if the areas beneath his boxers would be the same way, but if "the king" was to be believed then he was an above average male specimen in regards to the groinal area.
In short, Roy Mustang in his underwear was quite a sight, and she found herself enjoying it immensely. The man simply was gorgeous.
"I managed to get them off myself," he said, amused at her studying him so intently. And yes he had the famous Mustang smirk on his face. She had such a huge love-hate relationship with that smirk.
Part of her was annoyed that he was flirting with her at a time like this. She toyed with the idea of shoving him outside in only his boxers and locking the door. But, tonight she decided to be merciful, and let him stay. He was a guest after all. And a good hostess doesn't leave guests to die of hypothermia on her front step.
Roy drew the bathrobe over his shoulders and cinched it tightly, thus ending her impromptu inspection. He went back to attacking his wet hair with a towel. "I think the water's ready. I hear the kettle whistling."
"What?" She turned around to see a jet of steam coming off her stove, "Oh right. Have a seat and I'll bring it to you."
While she fixed their tea she took a moment to marvel at how calm she was being. She always thought she'd be jumping for joy (or at the very least jumping Roy) on the day Mustang told her he loved her. Instead here she was, feeling a weird mixture of bemusement, worry, and anticipation. She was even managing to stay relatively collected despite the emotional roller coaster of the last 24 hours.
She leaned back and caught a glimpse of her colonel on the couch. He looked pensive and worn, and his leg was jiggling up and down. She frowned. What happened to his bravado of only a few minutes ago?
Suddenly she realized that his confident flirty act had been a show, most likely for her benefit. And that was why she felt so calm. Since Roy had been acting more or less normally, then she had responded to him in the usual way, and this had a soothing effect on her frazzled nerves. It was a sweet gesture, but it wasn't what she wanted from him.
She handed him his tea and then sat down on the couch next to the Mustang-occupied chair. "Roy," she scolded, "I told you to be honest with me."
A guilty look passed over his features and then he sighed, "I know. Sorry." With his apology his nervous leg stilled.
"Although...." she said, a small smile on her lips and a pink color on her cheeks, "I didn't really mind your little show earlier."
Oh god, the smirk was back. "I'll give you a repeat performance whenever you want, babe," he said coyly.
Riza thought for a moment. "Okay, how about in Monday's meeting on the new dress code regulations?"
Roy nearly choked on his tea. "W-What? Uh, I don't think Havoc, Fullmetal and the others would be too interested in seeing me in my boxers."
She grinned at his discomfort, "Why not? From what you've told me they saw way more than that during your little King Cock contest."
He groaned. "You are never going to let me live that down are you?"
She smiled sweetly and looked into his eyes. "No way in hell, your majesty."
Roy blushed, but didn't reply.
They sat in silence for awhile. The topic of their relationship, and his confession had to come up sometime, but both were afraid to broach the subject. Finally Riza spoke.
"Did- Did you mean it? What you said outside?" she said staring at her now empty cup.
Roy nodded. "Of course I did. Is it that hard to believe?"
She didn't answer at first, and when she did it was in a whisper. "You have all those other women though... I mean, they're pretty and feminine and I'm just 'one of the boys' who just happens to have breasts. They wear high heels and skirts where I practically live in a uniform. And I sincerely doubt they end the day reeking of gunpowder, sweat and ink."
"Riza," Roy replied, "Look at me." Her eyes didn't leave her cup.
"I said look at me, lieutenant." Slowly she met his gaze and was shocked by the intensity she saw there. "Do you know how many women I've said 'I love you' to?"
She frowned. Why was he asking her this now? "I don't know. Hundreds?"
"Two," he said, his eyes never leaving her face, "My mother and you."
He put down his cup and took her hand, idly tracing the lines on her palm. "Love is not a word I take lightly. When I tell someone I love them it's not just a declaration, but a promise. It's a promise to cherish and protect them and be there for them through thick and thin."
She was surprised by the sincerity of his words. "You almost sound like you're proposing to me..." she said quietly.
Roy chuckled softly. "I guess in my own sad little way I am."
Riza's head spun. First his confession outside and now this? "But the rules..."
Roy shook his head. "I know the rules, and I couldn't give a crap about them. However, it does mean I can't officially make an honest woman out of you until I become fuhrer and change them."
He moved his hand to her face and stroked her cheek as he continued, "In the meantime I still want to have a relationship with you. We'll have to be discreet, but I think we're both more than capable of pulling it off. Are you up for it?"
Hell yes she was. She nodded. "Yes, but on one condition."
Roy quirked an eyebrow. "Oh, what is it?"
"That from now on, I'm the only woman who gets to inspect the king's award winning cock."
He gasped in mock horror. "You would deprive the world of seeing such a huge and incredible creature?"
Hawkeye rolled her eyes. "Somehow I think the world will recover."
He threw up his hands in defeat. "Fine you win. From now on you are the king's Official Cock Inspector. Do you want me to add that to your official list of duties at the office?"
She stared at him in horror. "You wouldn't!"
Smirk. "You know I would."
"You do and you'll get a bullet where the sun doesn't shine."
The smirk widened "Fine, it'll stay an unofficial title," he said relenting, "but only because I know Havoc and the others would get jealous."
Riza laughed. "You're incorrigible you know that?"
He stood and pulled her into his arms. After a quick kiss he replied, "You wouldn't have me any other way."
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Author's Indulgence
I'm so tempted to write a fanfic called "Riza Hawkeye, Cock Inspector" now. If I did it would likely be a buddy cop piece with Bubbles as her partner and Al as the lovable street urchin / suit of armor that acts as their informant. ^_^
-Thanks to the creators and crew of the manga and anime.
-Thanks to my husband who is mad that I spend so much time writing. I love you too, hon!
-Thanks to people who sent messages or left reviews. I appreciate them greatly.
-And thanks to you for reading.
Hey, Humor came back! Oh and, look, he brought his friend Smut! Everyone wave to Smut! Smut was a bit tired from the trip, so she couldn't do much in this chapter. But she's promised to be running rampant through the next one!
Next chapter: Roy and Riza fuck like weasels.