A/N: I meant to finish this much sooner but I got side tracked with university starting again. I'll try to still post on a regular basis and luckily this fic should be completed in one more chapter, though it's possible that I'll write a sequel. Also, I've been working on a Riza centered AMV which I hope to complete soon so I'll let you all know when that project is complete.

What You Make of Family

"So." he said and took a seat on the couch next to Riza.

"So..."

Riza curled up on the couch, giving Roy room to settle down. She observed him like a cat watching a speck of dust floating in the air. He pulled out his ignition cloth glove and snapped his fingers together toward the fireplace. If she was any other woman, this would have impressed her but tonight she felt that this was just another one of his antics.

Roy watched the fire roar to life and the light illuminate the room, casting a glow over Riza's milky skin. She did not smile nor edge closer, she kept her distance and to Roy, this signalled her temperament. After so many years of working together, they had developed an empathetic link, whether they were aware of it or not.

Riza sensed his uneasiness. She could drop her cold demeanour and ease reconciliation but she knew that if she allowed Roy to escape without confronting the tension, it would never be resolved.

Although Riza had come to accept her feelings for Roy, she had always thought it best to ignore them. However, while she waited for Roy in the living room, she resolved herself that the best possible outcome for them would be to come to an agreement that fraternization was not in their best interest. In fact, Riza now felt that easiest way would be to confront this in the most business-like manner possible.

"Sir, I believe that while I am here, we should go over the Inter-Personal Human Resource Guide of Military Conduct."

Roy's head twisted so fast, Riza was amazed that he didn't give himself whiplash. Obviously it was not the conversation he was expecting to have.

He raised an eyebrow, "Uh, that's what you want to focus on?" he said.

She nodded, "Although it has not escalated yet, we shouldn't let our behaviour impede on our work relationship." she said.

Roy inhaled sharply; he looked up at the ceiling for a moment, collecting his thoughts.

"I think its best that I leave now."

"Are you friggen' kidding me?" Roy said. He turned his face back to Riza and glared.

Riza slipped her legs out from under her and stood up to leave but Roy sprang to his feet and grabbed her hand. She tried to twist away but Roy was too quick and he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pressing himself against her back. He rested his forehead against the nape of her neck.

Riza gently tried to pry his arms off her but he resisted and hugged her tighter.

"Let me go, Roy..." she said, her voice waned.

"Damn it Riza," he said, "why do you have to make this so hard?"

"Don't you understand what you're doing?" she asked.

"Of course I do" he said, "and I don't care."

Riza pressed her cheek to his hand, "It just puts us in danger," she said, "I can be used against you."

"It's no secret how much you mean to me," he said, "so what makes you think you couldn't be used against me now?"

Roy loosened his grip and she spun around and embraced him again. Her head rested on his warm chest, her hands clutched at his shirt. He ran his fingers over the side of her face and kissed the top of her head.

Riza kept her face down and spoke quietly, "I don't want this to be a mistake," she said.

"There was a time when I could ignore how I felt," Roy replied, "but I don't want to live with regrets when the future is uncertain."

Riza lifted her gaze and saw Roy smiling down at her. He was peaceful which helped calm her nerves. If he could give in and allow himself to love her, why couldn't she do the same?

She reached up and ran her fingers over his jaw and stood on her toes and kissed him lightly. It was a brief kiss but the effect stunned Roy. The warmth and gentleness of her kiss which finally culminated every want and desire they shared took him aback. It was a kiss that would linger with him forever.

He held her tighter and buried his head in her shoulder and ran his fingers through hair. He inhaled her scent and kissed the soft gooseflesh of her neck. She placed her hands on his back and closed her eyes to the sensation of finally having him in her arms. This was right.

Roy led her back to the couch and motioned for her to lie down. He kneeled next to her and kissed her face all over. His kisses led down to the nook between her collar bone and then finally to the edge of her navy dress. Riza tugged at her neckline, trying to undo the silver buttons but Roy quickly did her the honour and unbuttoned down to her stomach. He pealed back the fabric to reveal her lacy see-through black bra. Roy ran his fingers over her breasts and cupped them softly in his palm. Then he continued his kisses over her stomach to her navel, he licked her skin and she whimpered in surprise.

Riza propped herself up and tugged on Roy's shirt, he obliged her and pulled it over his head and revealed his strong muscular frame. She reached out and ran her fingertips over the scar on his abdomen.

"You're right," she said, "I thought then that you were dead and I couldn't live with myself. It was the single worst moment of my life."

Roy leaned in and kissed her fiercely, cutting her breath short. She melted into his lips and he cupped her head in his hands.

"I'm sorry that I worried you," he said and kissed her again.

Riza gave a smirk, "I should have known you were stronger than that."

Roy climbed on top of her and kissed her neck and breast. His beard stubble rubbed her soft skin raw but she ignored the tender burns and pulled his face to hers. He laid his head against her breasts, warm and damp with perspiration. Roy could hear her heart pound; it felt surreal to be touching her without guard.

Riza traced her fingers over his bicep and felt his skin turn into goosebumps, "what do we do about work?"

"Nothing." Roy answered abruptly.

He picked himself up off her and sat on the edge of the couch; he wore a serious expression and stared at the floor. Riza chewed on her tongue, did she ruin the moment?

"We've put our feelings aside before, we can maintain our levels of professionalism and keep this between us."

"Then we have to agree that, whatever this is, is second to our work and either one of us can walk away from this at any time," she said.

Roy turned up his head and smirked, "I wouldn't expect anything less from my Lieutenant."

Riza punched his arm playfully, "Yes, Colonel!" she said and saluted.

Roy grabbed her arms and pulled her into his lap and kissed her hard. Riza wrapped her arms around his neck; melting into his embrace. He moved his hand up her thigh, under her dress, and grazed her hipbone, sending ticklish chills through her body. Riza muffled her surprised cry in Roy's shoulder.

Riza slipped off of Roy's lap and stood in front of him, he looked up at her like a dog waiting for a treat. She ran her fingers over the front of her dress, counting the buttons to her navel; she began to undo the rest of them and peeled her navy dress down her shoulders. Roy watched and subconsciously licked his lips.

"Roooooooooooy." A voice called from down the hall.

Riza spun around and quickly threw her dress over her shoulders again and began furiously buttoning, even missing a few. Roy jumped from the couch and ran into the kitchen. Riza passed her hands over her dress to smooth out the wrinkles. She turned back around and found a shirtless Roy poking his head back around the corner of the kitchen into the living room.

"Shirt." he said.

Riza grabbed his shirt from the couch and threw it at him; he caught it and in one swoop shoved his arms through. He ran back down the hall and came back moments later with Elicia in his arms.

"She woke up and got scared." he said.

Riza walked over and patted Elicia on the head, "We're here sweetie. " She said and looked at Roy, "she probably didn't remember where she was."

"No but she certainly knows how to interrupt a moment..." Roy replied and huffed.

They put Elicia back down to bed and stepped outside Roy's bedroom.

"Stay the night" he said.

"I'm not going to sleep with you while she's in the house Roy," Riza said and frowned, "Gracia would kill us."

Roy rolled his eyes and sighed, "I didn't mean that," he said, "just sleepover."

Riza looked around as if for a sign but finally gave a nod of agreement. They crept back into his bedroom where Elicia was already fast asleep. Roy removed only his shirt and handed it to Riza.

"What's this for?" she asked.

"I figured it'd be more comfortable for you to wear to bed," he replied and grinned, "plus it's sexy as hell."

Riza shot him a glare but obliged him and removed her dress and leggings and pulled his white shirt on and buttoned it up. She gave a little twirl and he whistled softly his approval.

He climbed into bed and motioned for Riza to take up the other side. She crawled in and rested her head against his chest. He rubbed his thumb up and down her arm and soon both fell asleep.

A/N: I debated for a long while about how graphic I wanted to make this but I think it would be better to leave that for a sequel. Anyway, R&R :D