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]

[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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[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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[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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[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.]

[Offline] Oh, Roy. I lol'd.

[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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[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.

[Offline] Lofl. Oh, come on.

[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[Slowly, he stands up clearing his throat as he does and moving to sit back down where he was before, looking up at her a little sheepishly.]

Sorry.

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[followstheflame]

[Okay, so the teasing was slightly annoying, but she doesn't expect this reaction. What did she say or do wrong? As he moves away, she nods.]

It's...all right.

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[He let out a soft sigh, watching her briefly and finally turning his attention to the bowl in his hand, slowly eating small mouthfuls. This awkwardness was odd, but he supposed it was to be expected. Maes had said to take things slow - he should have known his best friend was right.]

It tastes good - I suppose the Animus aren't all that bad?

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[followstheflame]

[She glances at him for a couple of seconds before he speaks and then looks to her own bowl, also continuing to eat.]

They usually are, but sometimes they're pleasant.

[Another moment of silence, and then Riza turns her whole body toward the Colonel.]

Please, accept my apology. I did not mean to...

[To what? She doesn't even know what she did wrong.]

It was not my intention to hurt your good mood.

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[He looked up a few times, until she apologised, and then there was a problem. She hadn't done anything wrong - and really he couldn't accept her apology. With a sigh, he shook his head.]

Don't. I'm in a good mood - I just... need to remind myself that we should be taking things slowly. I got a little carried away, it's not your fault.

[To top it off, he winked - and reached out with his free hand to cover her own.]

Don't apologise.

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[followstheflame]

[His hand on hers is comforting and she slowly intertwines their fingers together. Right, keep things slow.]

Yes, Sir.

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[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[His eyes dropped to their hands as she took a hold of it, and he offered her a smile, nodding once.]

Perfect.

[Offline] Finals Week. :/

[followstheflame]

...I'm glad you joined me, Colonel.