A/N: Hello there! How do you do? Thanks for deciding to read my story! I hope you enjoy it! And please review! I would like to know why you liked it, or why you didn't! Let me know! Oh, and by the way... I got the inspiration to write this from "Go the Distance" from Disney's Hercules. You'll understand why soon enough. Enjoy!

Prologue

Two and a Half Years after the Promised Day

It was another uneventful April evening for everyone in East City. Riza Hawkeye was filling her kettle with water for tea before she went to bed. She carefully placed it on the stove, and got a cup from the cupboard. As she went through her variety of flavored teas, her phone began to ring. She looked over at the clock on her wall, 9 o'clock. It was probably the Colonel. He would normally call her around now if he had drank too much.

"Hello?" she picked up the phone, ready for slightly slurred speech to come from the other end.

"Hawkeye, it's me." His familiar voice said, not nearly as slurred as she expected.

"Yes, sir?"

"I got drunk again." He stated. She wasn't surprised.

"And what would you like me to do about that sir?" she asked.

"Let me up." He said. She walked over to her window, with the phone in hand. Looking out onto the street, she saw him in the telephone booth below her window. Letting out a very audible sigh, she replied.

"Fine."

"Thanks." He mumbled, hanging up. She watched his shadowed figure leave the phone booth, and enter her building. She went to check on the water while she waited for his knock on his door. Not even forty-five seconds went by before she heard him rapping at her door. Hayate let out a bark, as he rushed to the door, waiting for her to open it.

"Calm down, Hayate." Riza said, as she opened the door. Her superior officer was standing in the hallway. Normally by now, she would be able to smell whatever he had been drinking earlier, but she didn't smell anything. He smiled at her.

"May I come in?" he asked.

"I don't know, sir. You don't seem very drunk to me." She grumbled.

"I'm not. I've haven't had a single drink tonight. I just wanted to see you." He said.

"What about, sir?" she asked, when the kettle she had put on began to whistle. She tried to ignore it.

"Aren't you going to get that?" he asked, looking toward her kitchen.

"Of course. Would you like to come for some tea, sir?" Riza asked reluctantly.

"I thought you would never ask Lieutenant." Roy's smile grew, as he made his way into her apartment.

As Riza poured the water, she looked over to see Roy looking around her apartment. He had never seen it. Truthfully, he was expecting a more lady-like apartment, but hers was very plain and dull. Only necessities seemed to be allowed through the door.

He heard her place the mugs of steaming tea on the table, and looked over at her. She looked back at him, probably expecting him to say something.

"Nice apartment, Lieutenant." He said.

"Sir, why don't you just tell me why you're here." She said, getting milk out of the fridge. When she turned to place it on the table, he was standing directly in front her. She jumped and dropped the carton, startled. He hadn't been there two seconds ago.

"God, Roy!" she said loudly.

"You haven't called me Roy in years…"

"Don't start that now." Riza growled, grabbing a towel to clean up the milk that had spilled. She began to kneel down, when Roy pulled her back up.

"You're very pretty tonight…" he said softly.

"Sir, what has gotten into you?" Riza grumbled.

"Riza…" he said, suddenly sounding extremely depressed.

"Yes?" not noticing he had used her first name for the first time in a while.

"When I lost my sight that day, my biggest fear was that I'd never see your face again." He lowered his head, so his hair hid his eyes. Riza paused. This was very uncharacteristic of the Colonel. What exactly was he trying to do? "Can you do me a favor?"

"I suppose it depends on what it is."

"Kiss me." He looked at her, his dark eyes locked onto hers.

"Sir?" Riza could hardly believe what she was hearing.

"I know you heard me." He said softly.

"I can't."

"You don't want to, do you?" the hurt in his voice was almost unbearable. He had never been this vulnerable for the entire time she had known him.

"Of course I want to. I've wanted to kiss you since you first showed up at my father's house when you were fourteen." She said without thinking. It was followed by immediate regret. "But I can't. Why don't you tell me what's going on?"

"She's dead." Roy said darkly.

"Who?" Riza became worried.

"My aunt, the one who raised me when my parents died. Madame Christmas…" Roy mumbled. "I'm now completely alone. I'm the last surviving member of my family."

"Roy…" Riza bit her lower lip. She knew exactly how he was feeling, being the last Hawkeye as well. He was hurt, scared, and clearly lonely. What harm could one little kiss do?

"I'm sorry to have bothered you, Lieutenant." Roy turned to leave, when Riza reached out and grabbed his hand. He turned as Riza pressed her lips into his. He stepped back to regain his balance, but slipped and they both fell into the puddle of milk that had formed on the kitchen floor. Neither of them stopped.

"We shouldn't be doing this…" Riza said, as she began to get more passionate towards him.

"I know, but nobody has to know." Roy said, kissing her again. Riza couldn't believe she was doing this. Normally, she wouldn't dare, but something about the moment… She didn't want to stop it. What harm could one little kiss do?

A/N: Incase you're confused, I am implying that Roy and Riza totally did it. I don't know how else to put it... Had sex? It sounds so vulgar. Please leave a review! Thank you for reading!

-BrownEyedAlchemist