Here is my first attempt at a FMA story....my first Royai! Also, this is the most explicit material I have ever posted....so while you can expect more, I am a lemon/smut/sexual tension writing newbie.... I am actually not experienced at all in these matters, so any errors that exist I must beg your pardon for...but oh well! This is MY take on the 100 themes....kinda....I may get off track...but that should be alright! I am the author after all! But anyway, as this story stands right now the 100 themes, or however many I manage to fit in here, will exist as part of a continuous story, I will probably include one-shots here too, honestly I am not entirely sure. I just started writing and this came out. I am working on the second chapter now so it should be up soon, but I am a senior in highschool so I am fairly focussed on getting into school right now.

That being said, if any of you are people who have been reading my other stories, I am soooooo sorry about the long haitus...I have been incredibly busy with school work and college essays and such, but still, that is no excuse!! But I hope over the summer (if I don't get around to it before than) to have time to fix/revise/finish as many of them as possible!

I think that this story will be updated more since I really feel inspired! And if you like this one, I am going to be posting a horror/tradgey story about Riza and Roy VERY soon! ^_^ I hope that you enjoy this story, and don't forget to review!!! Thanks guys!! Oh, and Edward, would you do the honors of giving us a short disclaimer?

Edward: WHAT?!?! HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT THE ONE WHO IS SHORTER THAN THE SHORT BUS SHOULD MAKE THE DISCALIMER?!?! THE NERVE OF YOU WRITER WHO OWNS NOTHING NOT EVEN MY SHORTNESS IMPLYING THAT I AM SO TINY THAT I FIT IN A SHOEBOX!!!! NO MATTER WHAT YOU THINK I COULD TOO DESTROY A GERBIL IN A CAGE MATCH!!! JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET MY SCRAWNY HANDS ON YOU!!!!!!!

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It was late. The office was empty except for a raven haired man, a beautiful blonde, and him. Roy Mustang twitched his fingers, the temptation to burn something nearly over-powering his common sense. The Flame Alchemist's eyes shot daggers across the room, and if looks could kill than he would be a smoldering pile of ashes. He grated his teeth and flexed his hands into white-knuckled fists.

How was Roy to be expected to work in these conditions? How could he concentrate when he was all over her like that? Roy shivered as he watched her hands roam over his body, imagining the sensation of those talented fingers dancing across his own flesh, catching his breath before he could make a sound to alert the pair to his observing. The Colonel's eyes flashed when he was wrapped in her arms, covering her face with his, her skin wet with the moisture from his tongue. Roy was vaguely aware of a rumbling in the room, but it wasn't until his lieutenant looked up sharply at him that he realized that he was growling.

The blood rushed to his face, flushing his cheeks red with embarrassment. Flustered, he immediately looked back down at the paperwork in front of him, only to be shocked to notice the cartoon doodles of flames that covered the important document. Roy left out a soft exclamation of dismay and set out to try to clear the sheet of the evidence of his musings.

Riza Hawkeye stared at her superior officer with bewilderment, but her slight frown quickly turned to a miniscule grin of amusement as she watched his antics. She chuckled quietly and turned back to her desk, gathering the completed stack of paperwork and placing it on the corner of the table to be filed tomorrow. Roy was still so engaged in trying to fix his own work that he failed to hear her soft footfalls. He didn't realize what she was doing until she stood at his right side and placed one hand on the back of his chair, the other unholstering her gun and slamming it down on the table in front of him, her fingers lingering on the cool metal.

Roy glanced up at her and gulped, "Is something the matter Lieutenant?"

Riza smirked, "Yes sir, I feel we may have a problem."

Roy put down the ruined paper and folded his hands, raising his eyebrow at her, "Oh really Lt. Hawkeye? And what might that be?"

Riza's eyes glittered in the lamplight as she leaned forward so that her lips gently brushed the tip of his ear as she whispered darkly, "When we're alone, the Colonel always calls me Riza."(1)

With a possessive snarl Roy grabbed her arm and pulled her down to sit in his lap, "Is that so?"

Riza sat with her legs spread on either side of her colonel, her arms wrapped around his neck and her forehead pressed against his. "Yes that is."

Roy reached around to her hair and carefully removed her hair clip so that her silken gold locks fell down in a curtain blacking out the darkness of the night. He dropped the accessory so that it landed next to her gun on the desktop. Roy's head tilted back as if to claim her lips for his own, but she pulled back with a serious look in her eye, "And there is one more thing sir,"

"What now?"

Riza's face split with a wicked smile, "I think you're jealous of my dog, Roy."

Her saying his name made Mustang shiver and he put his hands on either side of her face, pulling her down to his kiss. Riza grabbed handfuls of his black hair as they sank down into an even more passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, fighting for dominance. Roy's hands dropped down to her waist and he held her there for a moment until his hands became restless and crept up her side, his right one slipping under his shirt and kneading up her back slowly, making Riza arch her back and pull out of the kiss.

The kiss being broken, Roy began trailing more kisses down her jawline and to her smooth neck. When he reached the vulnerable skin of her throat his teeth nipped playfully at her pale flesh. Riza couldn't contain the moan of pleasure that sprang from her gut at the delight that was following the trail of Roy's mouth. He paused in his actions, looking up at her hooded gaze, "Do I need to be jealous?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Riza's lips crashed against his own with bruising force. Roy brought his hand out from under her shirt and began to unbutton her uniform when Riza pulled out of the kiss. Riza could feel his hunger and desperation, but she nimbly disengaged her self, untangling her legs from his lap and picking up her gun from the desk.

Roy whimpered in protest, his hands making a paltry attempt to grab her hips which she dodged. His eyes, dark with lust stared dazedly up at her as she walked across the room back to her desk and took out Black Hayate's leash, clipping it to his collar. "You'd better do your work sir. I am tired of you not finishing things."

She paused with her hand on the door then commented over her shoulder, "It's a shame you don't finish things Roy, I'll see you tomorrow morning. I'm taking Hayate home."

With that Riza left the room, a malicious sense of glee filling her breast. The image of the colonel's eyes in the night rose unbidden to her mind, but she shook the thought away, staving against the heat that those burning orbs caused as she strolled out of the building and into the cold darkness of the streets.

Sorry it's kind of short, I should have the next chapter up by Tuesday.....or maybe today....that kind of depends on how many reviews I get....and if they are any good......don't worry, if you have any concerns/comments/complaints/or advice I would be glad to hear it! Just press that little button down there and drop me a little message! Thank you for reading!