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said_scarlett) wrote2006-08-15 12:31 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2006-08-15 12:31 pm
You Are What You Love - Roy/Riza - PG-13
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redbrunja, who requested some light and fluffy Roy/Riza! Man, fluff with them is hard!
Title: You Are What You Love
Author:theladyfeylene
Fandom: FMA
Pairing: Roy/Riza
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 918
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: When it came right down to it, they were more alike than they tended to admit...
“It’s been a year.”
Riza Hawkeye glanced up from her paperwork at the apparent non sequitur from Roy. It was far past the time either of them should have been at headquarters, both absorbed in their respective duties.
“Pardon?” she asked, trying to quickly shift gears from the tallies and figures she’d been working to whatever it was that Roy felt the sudden need to discuss.
“This,” he said, vaguely, making a gesture with his hand. “Us. It’s been a year.”
“Has it?” Riza blinked. She reflected how ironic it was, that Roy kept track of dates and anniversaries while she let them fly blithely past. She’d never understood things like that, the need for reminders of time passed. Why bother going back over the previous year when there was a new one stretched out ahead of them?
“Exactly a year,” Roy repeated, standing at attention. His expression, however, was mild and relaxed. He seemed to expect some sort of response, and Riza set aside the duty roster in her hands.
“Did you have something planned?” she asked. “I still have a stack of paperwork to get through….” And I’m sure you do, too, she added on mentally.
“No, nothing planned.” Roy shook his head. “I’ve been going over those reports from yesterday, and I need to run through the evaluations of a few alchemists….”
“Of course.” Riza nodded. So that was that. She was still trying to come to terms with the fact that it had really been a year. A year of commuting from his place to hers, a year of dinners and moving picture shows and making love. And a year of frustration and arguments and snide remarks. “I should get back to work,” she said, briskly. “I’m in the middle of… what’s so funny?”
Roy was smiling. There was humor in his dark eyes, and Riza didn’t find much of anything humorous about the situation. Unless it was the fact that they were spending their anniversary working.
“You’re as bad as I am,” Roy said, and he took a few steps and bent to press a kiss to the corner of her lips. “You used to complain I spent too much time devoted to my alchemy. You spend just as much time devoted to your work.”
“I…” Riza began to protest, but it faded away into a small smile. “I suppose so.”
Roy turned and left without a word, retreating into his own office. Riza watched the door for a moment and turned her attention back to her paperwork. But within a few moments, Roy had returned. Burdened down with his own work.
“If we’re both stuck working,” he pointed out, “we may as well do it together.”
“A perfectly logical suggestion,” Riza agreed, a small smile still clinging to her lips. “Considering we’re going to be here most of the night, I suppose it would be wise to pick up some take-away.”
“That would be quite prudent. I’ll go, I could do with stretching my legs.”
“I’ll go,” Riza said, standing. “You have more work to do, and you take too long.”
“You never remember what I like,” Roy protested.
“Yes I do. Get to work, I’ll be back shortly.” But she ran her fingers lightly through his hair as she left the office, heading for a small take-away joint just down the street from headquarters. Roy would use any excuse he could to get out of paperwork. Riza had long since become accustomed to Roy’s sudden bouts of mid-day friskiness, and turned a cold shoulder to him unless she was certain he wasn’t simply procrastinating. Not that procrastination wasn’t pleasant, but there were times and places.
Roy was bent over his papers when she returned, but he brushed them aside in favor of dinner.
“Here. Just how you like it.” Riza sank back down into her chair and watched as Roy inspected his food. He nodded, apparently appeased.
“You know…” Roy mused, leaning back and propping his feet up on her desk. “This is all rather fitting, don’t you think?”
“Hmm?” So apparently spending their time together was a bad idea. Riza could tell that Roy had lost all interest in getting any work done - the papers would wait until morning. She glanced around the empty office, and thought back over how many times she and Roy had labored together long into the night. They spent more time here than they ever did at home, really. But they were soldiers, it came with the job.
“Next year,” Roy went on, “we’ll go out.”
Riza nodded, not caring one way or another. They’d done it all in the beginning - played the part of the happy couple, but it had faded into something far more comfortable and familiar for both of them. Riza didn’t need dinner and flowers and gifts, not from Roy.
“If you finish your paperwork,” she countered, trying to suppress a smile.
“And you finish yours,” Roy agreed, not bothering to hide is own amusement. Riza shook her head and turned her attention back to the duty roster.
When it came right down to it, they really were more alike than they tended to admit.
redbrunja, who requested some light and fluffy Roy/Riza! Man, fluff with them is hard! Title: You Are What You Love
Author:
theladyfeyleneFandom: FMA
Pairing: Roy/Riza
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 918
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: When it came right down to it, they were more alike than they tended to admit...
“It’s been a year.”
Riza Hawkeye glanced up from her paperwork at the apparent non sequitur from Roy. It was far past the time either of them should have been at headquarters, both absorbed in their respective duties.
“Pardon?” she asked, trying to quickly shift gears from the tallies and figures she’d been working to whatever it was that Roy felt the sudden need to discuss.
“This,” he said, vaguely, making a gesture with his hand. “Us. It’s been a year.”
“Has it?” Riza blinked. She reflected how ironic it was, that Roy kept track of dates and anniversaries while she let them fly blithely past. She’d never understood things like that, the need for reminders of time passed. Why bother going back over the previous year when there was a new one stretched out ahead of them?
“Exactly a year,” Roy repeated, standing at attention. His expression, however, was mild and relaxed. He seemed to expect some sort of response, and Riza set aside the duty roster in her hands.
“Did you have something planned?” she asked. “I still have a stack of paperwork to get through….” And I’m sure you do, too, she added on mentally.
“No, nothing planned.” Roy shook his head. “I’ve been going over those reports from yesterday, and I need to run through the evaluations of a few alchemists….”
“Of course.” Riza nodded. So that was that. She was still trying to come to terms with the fact that it had really been a year. A year of commuting from his place to hers, a year of dinners and moving picture shows and making love. And a year of frustration and arguments and snide remarks. “I should get back to work,” she said, briskly. “I’m in the middle of… what’s so funny?”
Roy was smiling. There was humor in his dark eyes, and Riza didn’t find much of anything humorous about the situation. Unless it was the fact that they were spending their anniversary working.
“You’re as bad as I am,” Roy said, and he took a few steps and bent to press a kiss to the corner of her lips. “You used to complain I spent too much time devoted to my alchemy. You spend just as much time devoted to your work.”
“I…” Riza began to protest, but it faded away into a small smile. “I suppose so.”
Roy turned and left without a word, retreating into his own office. Riza watched the door for a moment and turned her attention back to her paperwork. But within a few moments, Roy had returned. Burdened down with his own work.
“If we’re both stuck working,” he pointed out, “we may as well do it together.”
“A perfectly logical suggestion,” Riza agreed, a small smile still clinging to her lips. “Considering we’re going to be here most of the night, I suppose it would be wise to pick up some take-away.”
“That would be quite prudent. I’ll go, I could do with stretching my legs.”
“I’ll go,” Riza said, standing. “You have more work to do, and you take too long.”
“You never remember what I like,” Roy protested.
“Yes I do. Get to work, I’ll be back shortly.” But she ran her fingers lightly through his hair as she left the office, heading for a small take-away joint just down the street from headquarters. Roy would use any excuse he could to get out of paperwork. Riza had long since become accustomed to Roy’s sudden bouts of mid-day friskiness, and turned a cold shoulder to him unless she was certain he wasn’t simply procrastinating. Not that procrastination wasn’t pleasant, but there were times and places.
Roy was bent over his papers when she returned, but he brushed them aside in favor of dinner.
“Here. Just how you like it.” Riza sank back down into her chair and watched as Roy inspected his food. He nodded, apparently appeased.
“You know…” Roy mused, leaning back and propping his feet up on her desk. “This is all rather fitting, don’t you think?”
“Hmm?” So apparently spending their time together was a bad idea. Riza could tell that Roy had lost all interest in getting any work done - the papers would wait until morning. She glanced around the empty office, and thought back over how many times she and Roy had labored together long into the night. They spent more time here than they ever did at home, really. But they were soldiers, it came with the job.
“Next year,” Roy went on, “we’ll go out.”
Riza nodded, not caring one way or another. They’d done it all in the beginning - played the part of the happy couple, but it had faded into something far more comfortable and familiar for both of them. Riza didn’t need dinner and flowers and gifts, not from Roy.
“If you finish your paperwork,” she countered, trying to suppress a smile.
“And you finish yours,” Roy agreed, not bothering to hide is own amusement. Riza shook her head and turned her attention back to the duty roster.
When it came right down to it, they really were more alike than they tended to admit.
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