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Report 017 - [Video Post]

[The feed turns on to show Riza sitting at the kitchen table again, this time with a few bowls filled with huge globs of ice cream. She has one in front of herself.]

Unless the Animus have another trick up their sleeves, I believe this is the last meal from the sky we'll receive. Therefore, I've saved some ice cream for any friends who'd like to celebrate the end of the week with me.

[Private to Mustang//Unhackable]

Colonel, I've saved one bowl specifically for you. It's in the ice box if you'd like to...join me later.

[She blushes a little bit at the end of her statement before turning off the feed.]

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[He was a little unsure of the way she was acting, but said nothing - at least for now. The explanation that the food wasn't lasting made him pull a face.]

Oh... It hasn't?

[She shakes her head, a sad look tinting her eyes.]

[After seeing the look in her eyes he frowns, setting the spoon down to watch her.]

... Is everything okay?

Hm? Oh, nothing. It's just unfortunate that we can't stay stocked up with such nice food.

[She eats another small spoonfull of ice cream and pauses.]

Gracia's gone.

[He frowned a little as he watched her, licking his lips slowly and finally nodding, leaning back in his chair to look back over in the general direction of Maes' room.]

Hn. So I heard. Or, figured.

I think it would be better if we didn't rub us in his face.

Hmn. Of course, that wouldn't be fair.

[He frowned again, staring at the bowl of ice cream, but not really doing anything with it.]

I'm not sure we're quite at a point where we would be, ah, comfortable rubbing us in his face?

[Another small bite.]

Ah, well, probably not. It's simply a matter of propriety.

[He lifted his gaze again to watch her, taking a bite of ice cream before leaning over, placing his hand on her knee and moving in to kiss her gently on the cheek.]

Don't worry. This is... for us right now.

[Well, there she goes, blushing. Good job, Roy Toy.]

Um...okay.

[He lets out a sigh, giving her a skeptic look before lifting his other hand, fingertip sliding across her jaw to her chin, making her look his way. He doesn't know where the confidence came from - this was child's play to him - at least in his usual environment, with an informant or a meaningless date but this was Hawkeye. His First Lieutenant, Riza Hawkeye, his master's daughter, his aide, the single person he entrusted everything to. Leaping in like this is no small thing.]

Everyone who needs to know about this knows, let's just enjoy the time we have together?

[Once he directs her to look at him, she can't look away. As stubborn as she is, and as much as she tries to stay in the soldier's mindset, Riza finds this moment to be intoxicating. All right, so things messed up last time, but now Riza has some idea of what not to do. She takes a breath and sucks on her lower lips for a moment before nodding.]

[Well, the silence has to mean she agrees at least. He still doesn't know exactly what happened last time they were together. He doesn't know how long they were together, whether they kissed, whether everyone knew... whether they... He doesn't dare ask, either. For now, he just focusses on now, because after all that's all they have.

His eyes are still on hers though, and he just can't help himself. Slowly, he closes the gap between them both, kissing her cheek, unbearably close to her lips - only avoiding them because he doesn't want to throw himself on her. He leans back, but only slightly, leaving hardly any space between them.]

[At the feel of his lips so close to hers, she closes her eyes and exhales ever so slightly through her lips. It feels so nice to just be with him. As he pulls away, she opens her eyes again and quickly looks down, feeling the blush deepen.]

[He knew what was going on. He wanted to kiss her - like they did a few nights ago. Perhaps a few weeks ago now. Well, if she doesn't want to do it herself, he'll just have to. Letting his hand drop from her chin, he presses his elbow against the table, giving her knee a gentle squeeze.]

Riza..?

Edited 2009-12-14 00:08 (UTC)

[Poor Riza. She's just not very good at this being romantic thing. It isn't that she doesn't enjoy the attention, but she's unsure what to do without seeming too forward. This is still her Commanding Officer, after all, even if they aren't in Amestris. But military life is a hard habit to break and-

Wait, was that her first name?

She looks up, slightly wide-eyed.]

Yes, Sir?

[Instantly there's a smile. At least she's aware enough to realise he called her by her first name. With a gentle shake of his head he moved in a little closer, kissing her gently on the lips and leaving very little space between them as he moved back.]

[Hmm. Maybe this is a hint. She takes a second to collect herself and then leans in to kiss him back, just as gently, before breaking it.]

Sorry, I'm not very good at this.

[Ah, now that was much better. He can't help but chuckle a little, giving them both much more space, enough to shake his head slowly. Perhaps they didn't do this much before, either? That wasn't why things didn't work out was it? He wasn't that vain?]

I suppose kissing your superior officer isn't something they teach you in military training?

[His ease causes her to feel more comfortable. All right, so she's surviving well enough so far. This is good to know.]

I'm afraid not, Sir.

[He's smirking, and it's not long before laughter joins them.]

I'm glad - I'm not sure I like the idea of every one of my subordinates kissing me.

[Another soft laugh, and he leans in again, eyebrow arching. Perhaps he's pushing his luck, but... kissing her is nice.]

Just you.

[She continues smiling, but then chuckles at his statement of all subordinates kissing him.]

Yes, that would be a little strange.

[Her smile doesn't leave her face, even as he leans in.]

I'm glad.

[Finally, a more permanent-looking smile. One he wants to stay there - perhaps he could help a little?]

I'm glad you're glad.

[The words are barely out of his mouth and he's kissing her again, hoping to make it last a little more than the brief moments before.]

[She doesn't have time to form a response, but that's fine. She's finding kissing him again is quite a nice pastime. Following his lead, she leans into the kiss a little more, but not enough to really frighten either of them.]

[Nothing matters. Really, in that moment nothing at all matters. It's innocent enough, with only his hand on her knee - firmly in place and not moving an inch there is barely anything sexual about the moment, and somehow he knows that makes it easier. Being together, kissing - is one thing. The rest is an entirely different ballgame.

It's a few moments before he pulls away again, satisfied by the moment. After all, there's ice cream to be eaten. He offers a smile, eyes fixed on hers as he turns, to sit back in his chair. It's not that simple though, there's a clatter of crockery - and the bowl tips up it's side.

He's on his feet quickly, grabbing the bowl and setting it straight, but it's far too late - and ice cream is slowly seeping out across the table.]

Ah, whoops.

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