When I opened the file titled "03 smut" to refresh my memory of it I actually found ANOTHER file than the one I was expecting. Which I have now found again, and was titled "Swap bonus chapter" (I'll explain in a minute).
Which means I actually have TWO (2) 03 smut things. Which are in fact related to each other, and linked to the fic I wrote with @qs63 "My own worst friend and my own closest enemy", where we swapped BH!Roy and 03!Roy places. In this fic I took care of writing my boy 03!Roy which has made me 1) very protective of him and 2) want to write about him outside (which I have done and published once already).
Anyway. This "03 smut" one, is supposedly what happened right before Roy ran away to Briggs for PTSD reasons. It's an angsty and sweet one, that has not been finished yet. But I swear it's sweet... and explicit lol. Riza has her own ideas XD
“You’re not burdening me, sir.”
She was closer than he thought she was, and he turned around to look at her.
Over the last months, he’d grown accustomed to seeing her with her hair down and more feminine clothes than her uniform, but he was always stricken by it. Even if, right now, she was still wearing pajamas — an old army set of sweats, that he’d judged dated from her time in the academy. Her frame had obviously changed since then, and the white shirt was a little tight on the shoulders and chest, and occasionally flashed the bare skin of her hips when she raised her arms. When she wore this, these last months, Roy had always made a point to look away, but often not fast enough not to see.
And then it would come back to haunt him at night.
Roy had a mock frown, but his words were genuine.
“Not burdening? Coming home after a long day at work, just to take care of your ex-boss?”
The lieutenant smiled, an almost cheeky smile, and walked closer again. She was at arm’s length, now, and the sudden desire to extend his arm and touch her that took Roy surprised him. He kept his hands in his trouser pockets.
The lazy, late morning sun was enough to bring gold reflections in the lieutenant’s hair, but not enough to light her eyes. They were sad, lately.
“Who said you were my ex-boss? If I take care of you, it’s so you can come back faster.”
Roy cleared his throat. He wasn’t sure about coming back just yet. But if he showed it to her, she wouldn’t let go of him.
“Well, maybe it’s time, then.” Roy blinked, and turned his head, to look at the landscape again, offering her his right, unmarred profile.
He stood still, holding his breath, when he felt the lieutenant get closer yet. Something light went to rest against his chest, and he looked down on her hand there sheepishly, keeping his face turned, still avoiding her face.