Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Revelations ❯ 7:40PM ( Chapter 1 )

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It was the night of the big state dinner and they were already late. Roy Mustang had promised to pick his aide, Lieutenant Hawkeye up at 7:30; it was 7:40 and he knew that she would be silently disapproving at his lateness. It had been her idea to escort him to the dinner, citing assassination as an excuse to guard him. Roy suspected that it was just a plot to keep him away from the local arm candy. Or, at least that's what he secretly hoped. While she had never shown any specific signs of affection, Roy still remained convinced that Hawkeye was more than just loyal to her commanding officer. While he knew that she would never say anything, he still hoped that she felt something for him. She was beautiful (and shapely!) enough to be just his type. Hell, he thought as he walked up to her door, she was his type. From the blonde hair, to her deep brown eyes, to that body....Roy mentally slapped himself. God knew that Roy Mustang loved women, but there was a line you did not cross with Riza Hawkeye...no matter how much he would love to cross it....

 

He rang the doorbell at 7:45. The door opened almost immediately.

 

“Nice to see you colonel Mustang. I'll get my purse.” Hawkeye said. Her tone, while polite as always, was a bit more coldly formal than usual. Roy was not paying attention. The dinner was important, but not strictly military, thus while some officers chose to wear their dress blues, most at least rented a tux. Roy had chosen his suit carefully, knowing that the crisp linen would keep him cool while still making him look good. A dark black shirt offset his eyes, completing the ensemble. He had expected Hawkeye to be wearing her uniform (did she ever change out of it?!). Instead, Riza Hawkeye was wearing a floor length red satin gown.

 

Roy was floored.

 

From the back the gown showed off every part of Hawkeye's body, making it apparent, form the way she was swaying her hips (Hips....) that she was wearing heels. As she turned, Roy was treated to the sight of a low (Very low) neckline. He was about to stammer out some banal comment when a large black and white dog appeared from the living room, and bounded towards him, blocking the entire hall. Good Lord, thought Roy. I thought Black Hayate Shingo was a collie; he's the size of a horse! Luckily the appearance of the dog spared Roy the effort of trying to speak to Hawkeye (his mouth had gone strangely dry), as it ran over to sniff him.

 

Then Hayate-go, that wonderful gigantic mutt, did something that Roy would normally never have forgiven: He reared up and placed his dirty paws directly on the colonel's new linen suit. A couple of gunshots and some scolding later, and Hawkeye was hurriedly apologizing as she tried to clean Roy's jacket.

 

“I don't know what got in to him, Colonel; he's usually so well behaved. I'll make sure it never happens again!” Hawkeye sounded flustered, something that Roy noted with interest. No, she's just worried about being late, he thought gloomily. Still, he allowed himself to be guided from the hall into Hawkeye's apartment. Roy found himself pushed into a bathroom, given a towel (“I'm sorry, Colonel, I can give you a shirt, but I don't have any pants that would fit you.”), a black military issue t-shirt, and told to give Hawkeye his suit when changed.

 

Roy smiled as he looked around the small bathroom. Everything was, as per usual, neat and organized, even her medicine cabinet was tidy. And yet Roy smiled broadly as he sniffed, and detected the scent of a delicious feminine shampoo; the Lieutenant wasn't as strict as she seemed. He hummed happily to himself as he started to put on the shirt offered to him. Suddenly he stopped. There was nothing outwardly odd about the t-shirt, it was a standard undershirt of the military....what was odd was the fact that it *fit* him. As Roy knew (but would never admit to knowing), Hawkeye was busty but petite, far too petite to wear a men's medium. The shirts she wore, Roy mused, must be at least a small; they hugged her body so tightly....Roy shook his head to rid himself of the image in his head, he could think of that later. Wrapping the towel around his hips Roy cautiously opened the door to Hawkeye's bedroom. It was, Roy had to admit, perfect for her; plain without being Spartan, and decorated simply, but with good taste. The bed was large and made up in correct military style with light blue sheets and a white down comforter. On one nightstand was a copy of Lao Tsu's The Art of War, Roy smiled as he saw it (how very Hawkeye). His eyes wandered to the other side of the bed. His smile faded as he saw the ashtray sitting in the middle of the other nightstand.

 

A quick check confirmed that there was indeed a stray butt still left; of a brand that was not favored by any woman he knew. In fact, there was only one person he could think of who smoked that particular cigarette.

 

“Colonel, are you done in there?” Hawkeye's voice snapped him to attention. He moved back into the bathroom, feeling a bit cooler towards her suddenly. It wasn't that he objected to her seeing others...but the fact that she would choose someone so close to them both, and overlook him stung. She had always been his. As he stepped out of the bathroom he avoided looking at her. She sat him down on the sofa, assuring him that the suit would be dry soon, and give him some tea. As she leaned down, Roy couldn't help sneaking a look at her gorgeous cleavage. That lucky bastard, he thought. That skin should belong to me. Hawkeye sat down next to him, displaying a hitherto unknown slit in her skirt that appeared to go all the way up. Roy shifted quickly so as to hide his growing *interest* in the Lieutenant.

 

An awkward silence followed as Hawkeye attempted small talk and Roy attempted to ignore her. Finally Roy couldn't stand it

 

“So. Are we not telling Havoc that I was here, or shall I prepare for pistols at dawn?”

 

Hawkeye stared at him, and then colored uncharacteristically. “It's not what you think.”

 

Isn't it?

 

“So you two aren't....?”

 

“No, but we were.” His heart sank. “It was wonderful at the beginning. But as time wore on he got nervous and broke it off. He was worried,” here she gave him a sidelong look “that you would fire him for sleeping with me.”

 

Roy tried to bluster his way out of the comment. “Well of course, military code states that co-workers are not allowed-“

 

“No,” She said, interrupting him, and fixing him with an intense gaze. “He said that you would be jealous.”

 

Roy stopped, unable to say anything more. She moved closer, sliding her perfect legs (Yes, yes, they really are perfect) closer towards him.

 

“He was also a bit angry at me,” She went on. “Because he thought there was someone else.”

 

Is there? “It's none of my business, Lieutenant.” Is there?!

 

She was too close, closer than they had been in a private encounter. Roy stood up quickly, almost knocking the mug of tea over. She seemed startled, and disappointed? No, no that was just your imagination again. Idiot. Although how his imagination could be working at the moment was beyond Roy's comprehension; every part of Hawkeye's body was clearly outlined in satin leaving little work for his brain to do. Well, that's not true, he mused and quickly had to about face; the towel was becoming an inadequate covering.

 

“I'm sorry I mentioned it, lieutenant, it was inappropriate,” Roy snapped, abruptly ending the conversation. “If my clothes are clean, we should be leaving now.”