Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Lonely Mornings ❯ The Morning After Subroutine ( Chapter 8 )

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Lonely Mornings - Chapter 8: The Morning After Subroutine
A Fullmetal Alchemist Fanfic
by Anne Packrat

Warning: This story contains sexual language and situations. Profanity abounds.

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Sunlight, nature's gentle but bright alarm clock, flowed into the room, waking up Roy. He opened his eyes, and noted the presence of another body in the bed with him. Automatically, the standard "Morning After" subroutine initiated in his head, and he went through his normal checks.

"Was sex involved?"
A quick look down answered his question. "I'm naked so most likely yes."

"Was I drunk last night?"
His head was clear and no nausea was in sight. "No hangover, so no."

"Do I remember her name?"
Well, of course, he remembered her name. "Riza Hawkeye."

"Okay, initiate usual 'Had a great time, I'll call you, you don't call me.' speech-"

"Wait, I slept with Hawkeye?" he muttered disbelievingly, finally fully awake.

It had taken awhile but eventually his memories of the past day caught up to him and flickered across his conscience. He remembered everything, from the plan, to his fucking it up, her blowing up, and then making up. He remembered confessing his love in the rain, reaffirming that love over tea, and then making love before falling asleep side by side. He lingered longest (as he was wont to do) over his memories of the sex.

"God, she is wild in bed...." he thought, some of her actions of the previous night even enough to make *him* blush. "Not that there's anything wrong with that," he added quickly.

She murmured in her sleep and turned to face him. He waited to see if she would wake, but her eyes remained close and her breathing was even. He propped himself up on his elbow and studied her while she slept.

Her skin was pale, without the light tan everyone else seemed to sport this time of year, most likely because of long days spent in the office away from the sun. In sleep, her face was open and innocent, not yet holding any of the worries and fears that accompanied her waking life. Roy loved her like this, and he resolved to do everything in his power to match her sleeping features to her normal ones.

A strand of honey gold hair fell across her face as he studied it. Carefully, he reached out and swept the errant strand back. He moved in and kissed her bare shoulder, enjoying the sweet taste of it.

When he leaned back, he found her awake and watching him. "Hi," she said shyly.

He smiled. "Hi, yourself." His hand trailed along her side, causing her skin to flutter at his touch. "You sleep well?"

She nodded. "Once I got my own blanket, I did."

Puzzled, he looked down and then realized that she was wrapped in a small blanket that had not been on the bed the night before. "Why did you need your own blanket?" he asked.

She smiled and tweaked his nose. "Because, you good sir, are a cover thief."

Roy hesitated for a moment and then sighed. "Oh, sorry. I should have warned you."

"It's fine," she replied. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest. "Did you sleep well?"

"Sure did," he said grinning, "I think it's because you did your best to tire me out last night."

Blushing she said, "Well, sir, it is my duty to see to your welfare and peace of mind." Her hand made idle circles on his chest, as she gave a mock sigh. "And if that duty involves having wall shaking sex with you every night, then I guess I'll just have to grin and bear it."

Roy patted her on the shoulder consolingly. "We all have our crosses to bear, lieutenant. Hell, look at me, I have to put up with nightly cock inspections."

Riza gave him a surprised look. "Really? I hear that inspector can be a real bitch."

He sighed and shrugged. "Yeah, sometimes. But she's thorough I'll give her that. Speaking of which, I never got the results of last nights inspection."

She frowned. "I believe she's going to need more time to review the results, sir. It's likely that several more inspections will be needed before a full report can be made."

Amused, Roy said, "Well, make sure that report gets on my desk as soon as its finished."

"But, sir," Riza answered in mock dismay, "You never read any of the reports on your desk!"

The smirk was back. "Trust me, lieutenant," he replied, "This is one report I'm definitely going to be reading."

She couldn't hold back anymore and started laughing. "You're horrible, you know that?"

Roy arched an eyebrow. "I'm not kidding, lieutenant. I expect a 10000 word report about my cock on my desk by midweek. That's an order."

"Please, sir," Riza asked pleadingly, "That's not fair. Couldn't I at least do an oral report instead?"

"I suppose I could let you do an oral report and cut the word count down to 5000," he said, grudgingly.

"Thank you, sir!" Riza said, smiling, "I wish there was some way I could show you my gratitude."

"Oh, I have an idea..." he answered, the smirk appearing almost magically on his face. She caught the mischievous look in his eyes and wondered what exactly he was up to. Suddenly he caught her lips in a fiery kiss. Thus distracted, she couldn't protest when he rolled them over, so he lay on top of her. He caught her wrists in his hands and pinned her beneath him. "This time I get to be on top," he said, grinning, "Equivalent exchange and all that."

She let out an exasperated sigh, "Roy, I'm not an alchemist."

"Really?" he asked puzzled, "Cause last night you sure were good at transmuting my cock into hard steel!"

Riza groaned. "God, Roy that was bad even for you!"

He smiled apologetically, "Yeah I guess it was bad, sorry." His hand moved to cup her rear, and he began to trail kisses down her neck. "Let me make it up to you, by showing you something good..."

His moved his hand to her breast, but stopped when a loud rumble erupted from his stomach. He groaned as his belly again protested its emptiness. "Stupid traitorous organ..." he groused. The mood broken, he rolled off her and onto his back.

She laughed and stroked his chest with soft cool hands. "Why don't I get a shower and then make us breakfast?"

"You know..." he said, moving on his side and resting his head above her heart, "It would save time if we both showered together."

She rolled her eyes. "Roy, you and I both know that if we did that, then showering would be the least of things we'd be doing."

"Please...?" Roy said, resting his chin on her chest and giving her puppy dog eyes. His expression changed to one of confusion when she burst out laughing.

Riza couldn't help it. She'd seen that expression before. It was the exact same look Black Hayate had given her the day before. "I guess he really did learn it from Roy!" she thought.

Noting his dumbfounded expression she gave him a quick reassurance peck on the cheek. "Sorry, I just thought of something else. It's not you."

Mollified, he asked, "So what about that shower?"

She sighed and slid out from under him. "No, Roy," she said firmly, "You know we do have work today, right?"

"Can't we take today off?" he pleaded.

She stood and moved toward her dresser. "And how would it look if both you and I took a sick day on the same day?"

He thought for a moment. "Well, they're likely to think that I had way too much to drink, you came and found me, brought me home and then stayed to make sure that no one took advantage of me in my hung-over state."

Riza blinked in surprise. That story was brilliant and unfortunately for the colonel, very plausible. She'd definitely have to make use of it later. But for now, work was a necessity. "Roy, we're already a day behind in paperwork. You know we can't afford to get even further buried in past due reports."

He stuck his lips out in a mock pout. "It's always paperwork with you! If you love paperwork so much why don't you marry it!"

Sighing in exasperation she replied, "Because if I married paperwork, then I wouldn't be able to marry you."

Wait. Had Riza just said she wanted to marry him? Roy stared at her, his expression radiating cautious optimism. "So you've thought about marrying me?"

She blushed and then nodded. "I've- I've fantasized about it, yes." She was nervously rubbing her upper left arm with her right hand. He gazed at her, but she didn't meet his eyes. "But I'd always thought it would be no more than an idle dream."

His throat suddenly dry, he swallowed hard. "And- And what did you see in your fantasy?"

Removing her hand from her arm, she suddenly became very interested in the back of it. "The usual I guess," she answered, "A big house with a white picket fence, and a big yard for Hayate to play in. And I'd wait by the door for you to come home after a hard day of being fuhrer."

Roy took a moment to build a picture from her words. It certainly was a nice picture, and it was one he found himself liking more and more. He stood and took her hands in his. "Riza..." he asked, unsure of how to put his next question. "Did this fantasy of yours include our children?"

She didn't answer for a long time, instead staring down at her small hands resting in his larger ones. Finally she looked up at him and nodded. "Yes. I pictured us at first having two kids, a boy and a girl."

He smiled softly. "And did they have names?"

Riza bit her lip, but didn't turn her eyes from him. "Ryan and Elena." She felt a bit foolish for revealing so much to him. He must think her silly for going so far as to name their nonexistent kids.

He squeezed her hands tightly. "I think those are great names." Then his brow furrowed, and he frowned. "You said at first that you saw us having two kids. What changed?"

She looked down at their hands again and began rubbing his palms with her thumb. She wasn't sure how he'd take what she said next. "Well, after Hughes died..." Riza heard his hiss of in-drawn breath, but continued when he didn't interrupt her. "After Hughes died, then I kind of subconsciously added another little boy. His name was..."

"Maes," he finished for her. She nodded, hoping he wouldn't be upset at her presumption. She needn't have worried.

He pulled her into a tight hug and whispered into her shoulder, "I think that's a wonderful dream. Let's do our best to make it happen."

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Author's Indulgence

Wow, another chapter goes totally out of my control and ends up completely different than I intended. I hadn't meant to add the bit about the fantasies at the end, but it just flowed so well, and seemed to want to stay there.

I apologize for the length of time this update took. I'm finding it harder to write Lonely Mornings now then I thought, and I also need to start working again.

I expect right now for there to be one or two more chapters and then an epilogue.

Some of you may have noticed that I've written an angsty one-shot named "Godspeed and Goodbye" about the death of Black Hayate. Well, I had to put a pet down last week, and that's what inspired that fic. It's good, but many people have found it hard to read.

I have also started on a short chapter fic based on an expanded cosplay skit I wrote and performed. It's entitled "Special Missions" and it's a humor piece. A very odd humor piece about the ongoing feud between Ed and Roy. No yaoi involved, in fact, there's a bit of Royai in it.

-Thanks to the creators and crew of the manga and anime.
-Thanks to my husband, Ryan, who watches too much Nascar.
-Thanks to people who send feedback or review. I greatly appreciate all your comments.
-And thanks to you for reading.

Next Chapter: The morning after continues. Does Riza know Bubbles? And possibly we finally learn the truth about Havoc's role in this whole thing.

-Anne Packrat (May 9, 2006)