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happy birthday @dvltgr-rizaran 🎉 i wrote a little something for you as a gift 💓 i hope you like it

thank you for always being so awesome, so understanding, and for being there when i needed it most. you’re an amazing friend 💕 i love you!! have the best day today 💖

slow dance

rated: g | words: 1373

“Lieutenant?”

Riza turned her head, seeing the Colonel’s approach. His sharply cut tuxedo almost shined in the moonlight above them, matching his inky black hair. The light cast a strip of silver across his head, captivating her for a second.

After a mental shake, Riza remembered herself and straightened to attention. A breeze caressed her bare arms and it made her shiver in her dress. The high neck protected her throat but left her arms free to the elements. It was floor length, just brushing the ground thanks to her heels. The deep blue looked almost black when she was outside, but just enough of the colour managed to show through in the moon’s glow.

Of course he’d try and find her shortly after she’d escaped for a quiet moment to herself. Even though she’d originally planned for some peace she truly didn’t mind his presence.

“Sir,” she greeted.

“Relax, Lieutenant,” he commanded gently, “I came here to escape too.”

Her shoulders softened and she watched as he approached. Mimicking the way she’d been standing a few seconds ago, Roy leaned against the balcony wall on his elbows and looked out over the gardens at the back of one of the poshest hotels in Central.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir,” she agreed. Riza turned back to face the gardens.

“Not the only beautiful thing here tonight though,” he sighed.

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Riza turned her body to face him. “Is there anything you need, Sir?”

“No… Nothing.”

“Okay.”

She was perplexed as to why he was here. He sounded too vague for there to be nothing on his mind. He’d said he’d needed to escape, but why would he seek someone out if he needed some time alone?

“So, why did you come to escape?”

She cringed at his question. She hadn’t intended for it to seem that way. “It was quite warm in the hall. I just needed some fresh air.” It wasn’t a lie. It was partly the truth.

“It was quiet loud too, huh?”

Riza didn’t comment.

“The Generals never know when to stop talking. I’m sure they simply enjoy the sound of their own voice. I needed to get away from their constant questioning too.”

Their “questions” included “I have a wonderful daughter, Colonel, what would you say to dinner with her?” and while Riza was a strict professional, it was still bothersome to listen to. Both in a general and a personal sense. It was shallow and irritating, for one thing. It reminded her of her own past and her own choices. She couldn’t love Roy like she wanted to. She’d accepted this years ago, however there was only so many times she could listen to that topic of discussion and watch those women fawn over the young Colonel.

“Hm… Actually, there is one request.” He pondered his thought, tapping a finger against his chin as his head cocked in thought.

“What do you need, Sir?”

“Dance with me?” The hand that had been by his face extended outwards, his palm facing up to the sky, inviting her to take it. A soft smile spread across his face and it caused her to relax slightly, to let her guard down.

Realising she’d done so, Riza snapped back to attention. “Sir, I really don’t think–”

“Breda’s guarding the door.” He glanced to his right, towards the windows. “The curtains are closed. What’s one little dance?”

Riza raised an eyebrow at him. She knew what “one little dance” was. It would ignite the longing inside of her that would love more moments like this. It would create desire for him to hold her in his arms every night, and for her to hear his breath by her ear as they did so. It was reckless and dangerous.

“I can order it, if it makes you feel any better?” He grinned at her.

Rolling her eyes, Riza stepped closer. “Fine. One dance.”

Roy’s grin never wavered as he grasped her hand in his. The distance between them was respectful as they moved in time to the strings. It was a tune that tugged at Riza’s heart, sounding so full of sorrow and yearning. It began to amplify her own. Still, ever the professional, she buried it deep down inside of her and schooled her expression. She’d indulge him in his little dance then be on her way, back to the festivities.

Except that song finished and another picked up right away. Riza looked up at Roy expectantly, waiting for him to let go of her hand and waist, but he didn’t. He began to sway again, leading the dance as he continued to keep a tight hold on her.

“Sir –” She began to warn him but was halted by the look in his eyes. It caused that desire inside of her to flare up, compromising her professionalism. Her lips parted in anticipation. Subconsciously, she’d managed to move a fraction closer to him. Whether that was her own doing or Roy’s, Riza wasn’t sure.

They were both guilty of moving closer.

“I never specified just one dance,” he murmured. “Nor did I agree to your terms.”

They swayed together as the slow music continued, and Riza was unable to tear her gaze away from his. The depth of his eyes were pulling her in, so eventually all that mattered was them. All that existed in her mind as she gazed at him was the two of them.

Ever so slowly, Roy brought them closer together. His cheek was resting against hers. His breath tickled her hair and the outer shell of her ear, making her shiver. Riza succumbed to it, lost to the yearning inside of her. It was delightful to be held this way by him, to move like this with him. It was so much better than she’d ever thought it would be.

The song finished, and a next started. Riza didn’t even protest. They continued to move in silence.

By the time the third song finished, Riza’s head was resting upon Roy’s shoulder, looking outwards towards the glass windows hiding them from the scrutiny of their peers. Their bodies were pressed closely together, relishing in the proximity to one another. His warmth was shielding her from the cool night breeze, spreading through her like the fire she always associated with him. Although fire was destructive and unforgiving, it was also warm and inviting. It was protection and survival. Just like they were to one other.

Roy’s cheek was now resting on the back of her head. His fingers had threaded through her own, gripping on tightly. His other hand was a comforting weight against her lower back, keeping her held in place against him. There was no need because Riza never wanted to leave his embrace, but she appreciated his touch all the same. Every time the pressure increased, Riza’s fingers dug into the shirt on his back, pressing into the hard muscle underneath.

“There’s only ever been you on my mind, Riza,” Roy reassured her, his voice low and rumbling through his chest. Her eyes fluttered closed, finally giving in to him completely. “You know that, don’t you?”

Riza nodded.

“I know tonight must have been hard for you to listen to. I wanted to apologise.”

“You don’t have to.” Her eyes popped open when she unexpectedly realised she had to clear her throat in order to speak properly.

“I want to. I’ve loved you for years and it’s never changed, Riza,” he professed. His grip on her tightened, squeezing her body gently against his. “It never will,” he whispered. His head moved and Riza’s breath caught in her throat as he pressed a kiss into her hair. His lips lingered for longer than was normal before he pulled away, placing his cheek back against her head.

Riza stirred, turning her head so now she was facing his throat. “I know. I love you too, Roy.”

The music reached a crescendo before slowly dissipating into nothing.

“Do you want to go back in?” His voice was low and husky.

Riza shook her head. “One more song,” she whispered. She didn’t want to leave, especially after their conversation.

There were three more dances.

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