Lunchtime (FullMetal Alchemist, Roy/Riza #18 “say ahh….”)
Title: Lunchtime
Author: Icy
Pairing: Roy/Riza
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own FullMeal Alchemist or the characters. This fanfic is written for non-profit only.
Author’s Note: I thought I would start this pair out somewhat light and somewhat short, because I know some of the other ones will come out much longer, and/or much darker. I hope you enjoy! :)
Slightly AU.
Written a while ago. Sorry about not posting earlier. I was overwhelmed with Thanksgiving Break, Finals, then Winter Break. Still adjusting to University life I guess.
(Roy was sulking when she walked into the ward; she could see it from the stubborn clench of his jaw to the barely-perceptible pout of his lower lip, but perhaps the most obvious sign was the look in his narrowed eyes as he firmly pressed the side of his head against the pillow, refusing to look at or respond to the curious nurses or passerby.
The slight strain of muscles in his neck showed her that he recognized her footfalls, but was determined not to break his posture now that he had already committed himself to that position.
Riza pulled a chair up to the side of his bed, unable to fully repress the smile that threatened to emerge. The mechanics of the cot were sound, she noted, as the back support didn’t even buckle against Roy’s determinedly sulky position. He was now pointedly looking away from her, even if he was stubbornly refusing to turn over onto his other side and face away from her.
“Colonel,” she began in a surprised tone of voice, and he looked up at her, the stubborn look on his face resolving into one of slight surprise himself. “This is very much unlike you. Are you sure you don’t want Fuery…?”
“No!” The sound of his irritated voice surprised him, apparently, but he tried to cover the annoyance by crossing his arms. This, of course, was a futile attempt since he wouldn’t be regaining the use of his arms for another two weeks at the least. Some flicker of emotion must have crossed Riza’s face; as she noticed Roy’s expression darkening, she quickly composed herself. She thought that she heard him mutter, “Those damn Xing alchemists…”
Riza sighed and turned her head; she caught one nurse staring and motioned her to come closer. The nurse’s face portrayed a mixture of apprehension and pleasure, which drained into disappointment as Riza asked, “Can you please close the privacy screen?”
Shielded from view, now, Roy sat up a little more, leaning against the raised end of the bed that would never lay flat until it was official sleeping hours at the ward. Roy found that he was more grateful for the mattress raised into a sitting position now than ever, when he would have been unable to push himself into a sitting position to view his subordinate.
Riza’s expression softened a little as his eyes scanned her face with a hint of desperation. “What are you doing, sulking in here alone? That’s no way to get better.”
The petulance was back, this time in his tone of voice. “I’m not sulking.”
Riza raised her eyebrows at his stubborn expression.
Roy sighed and looked away. “I just don’t like being in the hospital for no reason…”
Riza inhaled quietly. “You were injured in combat and can’t work your hands. Of course you have a reason to be here. You think you’d be doing better at home?”
“Not if I had the kinds of nurses and assistants they have here,” he retorted impatiently, nostrils flaring. “I expect obedience, not sycophancy.”
Riza made a quiet noise, and Roy sighed. “Sorry. I know. I guess it’s just boring, and I wouldn’t be in a bad mood all the time if it wasn’t for the girls…”
Riza looked down at him. “You can’t use your arms. Someone has to feed you and give you your medicine.”
Roy looked up at her, kissable lips still in a pout. “I don’t like girls I don’t know feeding me.”
Riza tilted her head. “Did you eat lunch yet?”
Roy sighed and looked away, shaking his head silently.
“Then say ahh.” Riza had taken his plate of untouched food from the bedside table and fished a spoonful of food out of the tray, which she thrust into his surprised, half-open mouth. “Chew…” She dragged the spoon out, noticing the suspicion in his eyes. “Then swallow.”
“Why aren’t you a nurse?” He asked casually.
Riza grinned. “Because I’m your subordinate.”)
Author: Icy
Pairing: Roy/Riza
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own FullMeal Alchemist or the characters. This fanfic is written for non-profit only.
Author’s Note: I thought I would start this pair out somewhat light and somewhat short, because I know some of the other ones will come out much longer, and/or much darker. I hope you enjoy! :)
Slightly AU.
Written a while ago. Sorry about not posting earlier. I was overwhelmed with Thanksgiving Break, Finals, then Winter Break. Still adjusting to University life I guess.
(Roy was sulking when she walked into the ward; she could see it from the stubborn clench of his jaw to the barely-perceptible pout of his lower lip, but perhaps the most obvious sign was the look in his narrowed eyes as he firmly pressed the side of his head against the pillow, refusing to look at or respond to the curious nurses or passerby.
The slight strain of muscles in his neck showed her that he recognized her footfalls, but was determined not to break his posture now that he had already committed himself to that position.
Riza pulled a chair up to the side of his bed, unable to fully repress the smile that threatened to emerge. The mechanics of the cot were sound, she noted, as the back support didn’t even buckle against Roy’s determinedly sulky position. He was now pointedly looking away from her, even if he was stubbornly refusing to turn over onto his other side and face away from her.
“Colonel,” she began in a surprised tone of voice, and he looked up at her, the stubborn look on his face resolving into one of slight surprise himself. “This is very much unlike you. Are you sure you don’t want Fuery…?”
“No!” The sound of his irritated voice surprised him, apparently, but he tried to cover the annoyance by crossing his arms. This, of course, was a futile attempt since he wouldn’t be regaining the use of his arms for another two weeks at the least. Some flicker of emotion must have crossed Riza’s face; as she noticed Roy’s expression darkening, she quickly composed herself. She thought that she heard him mutter, “Those damn Xing alchemists…”
Riza sighed and turned her head; she caught one nurse staring and motioned her to come closer. The nurse’s face portrayed a mixture of apprehension and pleasure, which drained into disappointment as Riza asked, “Can you please close the privacy screen?”
Shielded from view, now, Roy sat up a little more, leaning against the raised end of the bed that would never lay flat until it was official sleeping hours at the ward. Roy found that he was more grateful for the mattress raised into a sitting position now than ever, when he would have been unable to push himself into a sitting position to view his subordinate.
Riza’s expression softened a little as his eyes scanned her face with a hint of desperation. “What are you doing, sulking in here alone? That’s no way to get better.”
The petulance was back, this time in his tone of voice. “I’m not sulking.”
Riza raised her eyebrows at his stubborn expression.
Roy sighed and looked away. “I just don’t like being in the hospital for no reason…”
Riza inhaled quietly. “You were injured in combat and can’t work your hands. Of course you have a reason to be here. You think you’d be doing better at home?”
“Not if I had the kinds of nurses and assistants they have here,” he retorted impatiently, nostrils flaring. “I expect obedience, not sycophancy.”
Riza made a quiet noise, and Roy sighed. “Sorry. I know. I guess it’s just boring, and I wouldn’t be in a bad mood all the time if it wasn’t for the girls…”
Riza looked down at him. “You can’t use your arms. Someone has to feed you and give you your medicine.”
Roy looked up at her, kissable lips still in a pout. “I don’t like girls I don’t know feeding me.”
Riza tilted her head. “Did you eat lunch yet?”
Roy sighed and looked away, shaking his head silently.
“Then say ahh.” Riza had taken his plate of untouched food from the bedside table and fished a spoonful of food out of the tray, which she thrust into his surprised, half-open mouth. “Chew…” She dragged the spoon out, noticing the suspicion in his eyes. “Then swallow.”
“Why aren’t you a nurse?” He asked casually.
Riza grinned. “Because I’m your subordinate.”)