Report 017 - [Video Post]

[followstheflame]

[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.

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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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[followstheflame]

[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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..?

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[followstheflame]

[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?

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[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.]

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[followstheflame]

[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.

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[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[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?

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[followstheflame]

[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.

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[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.

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[followstheflame]

[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.

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[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.]

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[followstheflame]

[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.]

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[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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[followstheflame]

[The moment lasts long enough, not too long or short, and when he pulls away, Riza is satisfied. She's grateful that he's being so considerate of her feelings, as well, especially concerning his reputation as a womanizer.

But when he knocks the bowl over, she can't help but laugh. Sorry, Colonel, but you're a doofus. She gets up and retrieves some paper towels to help him clean up the mess.]

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[She was... laughing. Great. Clearing his throat carefully he turned to watch her, grabbing a couple of paper towels and using them on the table, groaning at the way the ice cream seemed to avoid the paper like oil and water.]

Ah, well - hmn.

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[followstheflame]

[With a smile still on her face, she quickly wipes up some of the mess that he has yet to get to. It's not a big deal anyway. There's plenty extra if he really wants it. Finally getting herself under control, she stops laughing.]

I'm sorry.

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[He was grinning as he watched Riza laugh, sighing and cleaning up the last of the ice cream before taking the paper towels from her hands and moving to throw them away.]

For laughing?

[He shook his head and moved back to her, taking her hand gently. A wide grin on his face.]

I'm just going to steal the rest of yours.

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[followstheflame]

[Oh, low blow, Mustang. You don't take a woman's sweets from her. Everyone knows that!

Riza narrows her eyes at him.]

Oh really? Well, then I'll just have to fall back on the rest that I collected for the house.

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[He's still grinning, and gently lets go of her hand - shifting behind her and scooping up her ice cream, complete with spoon, cuddling it close to his chest.]

Then there's no problem is there?

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Not at all, Colonel.

[She grabs another bowl and, before sitting down, steals her spoon back, thanks.]

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[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[He grinned as she moved around him, arching his eyebrow as the spoon went. This was dangerous - playfulness led to physical contact and... well, that was never good when you were Roy Mustang.]

I see how it is.

[Still smirking, he moved up behind her, leaning over her shoulder to steal the spoon back, with some ice cream on it.]

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[followstheflame]

[Have a glare from over the shoulder.]

Really? Such a child.

[She then steals the spoon from his abandoned bowl on the table.]

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[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[Accompany glare w/chuckle. Grinning, he bent to kiss her cheek, free hand dropping over her other shoulder to take hold of the hand with the spoon in it, lowering his head, and lifting her hand so that he could feed himself some ice cream. This was harmless, surely?]

You love i--- No you don't.

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[followstheflame]

[She stares straight ahead now, trying not to blow up in his face, but she's not quite sure what to say. Finally, she trusts her voice.]

If you wanted that much, you could just say the word.