The clock hit 10, the clock's tolls echoing across the room. A lone figure sat at the desk at the head of the room. The figure snorted in his sleep, drooling over the stack of papers he had been signing. 'Roy Mustang' the papers read over and over. Roy snorted again. Another figure entered the room. A female. She walked past the desks belonging to Roy's subardenants, and to Roy's desk. She sighed, and whacked Roy upside the head. Roy didn't move. The woman stared holes into his head. She reached over to his face, and pinched his nose. With a loud snort, Roy sat upright, blinking rapidly.
"Colonel. Its 10 at night. Don't you think you should go to bed?" the woman asked.
"Lt. Hawkeye?" Roy said blearily, trying to shake the sleep. Hawkeye winced; she had taken to him calling her by her given name.
"Yes. Colonel, come on. You need sleep." Roy nodded, getting up. He stumbled, and fell to his knees. Hawkeye picked him up, slinging his arm around her shoulder. Roy grinned and fell back to sleep.
Roy lay in bed, fast asleep. Hawkeye sighed, slightly tired from the attempt to drag Roy to his house. She slumped down in a chair. It was near 12 in the morning. There were still hours till work. Roy muttered in his sleep, calling out Hawkeye's name.
"Riza..." he called. He flipped over onto his side, and went silent again. Riza tried to suppress a grin. She ran her fingers along the curves of Roy's arm, smiling. Riza yawned, leaned back, and let sleep overtake her.
Riza awoke in the later early hours of the morning and found herself sharing the bed with Roy, who had his arms slipped around her waist. Her face turned crimson, a color to rival her eyes. Her long blond hair had the clip pulled out, and fell across the pillow. Roy was already awake.
"Good Morning Riza." he said, grinning.
"C-colonel!" Riza said, startled.
"Always so formal, aren't you?" Roy inquired. He kissed Riza lightly on the neck. The color of Riza's face receded to a dull pink. She placed her arms across Roy's, which encircled her waist, enjoying the sense of security it gave her. She glanced at the bed-side clock, not taking in the fact that read 8:28. Her eyes bulged.
"Its 8:28!" she said, nearly falling off the bed. She grabbed her hair clip off the bedside table, pulling up her hair rapidly. Roy yawned, pulling himself up, scratching his chest. Riza dashed across the room, yanking on her jacket, and retrieved her gun holster, she clipped the holster onto her belt quickly. She turned around, staring at Roy, who was still sitting on the bed, shirtless.
"Colonel! We have to go!" Riza said her voice impatient. Roy batted his eyes at Riza.
"Riza, my dear, its Sunday. They don't even open the doors till noon." he said. Riza's jaw dropped, she having obviously forgotten the date. Roy smiled his expression soft. He slid his arm around her waist, pulling her close. Riza undid the holster from her belt quickly, not wanting the gun to discharge. Roy kissed her lightly on the neck. Riza tried her best not to make a sound, to show weakness. Roy's hand slipped under Riza's coat, undoing the buttons. The coat slip down her arms, and fell to the floor. Roy pulled her close. Riza buried her face into Roy's chest. 'He smells...so clean' Riza thought. Roy laid on the bed, pulling Riza with him. She didn't object. Roy held her close, holding her chest close to his. He ran his hand down her side, over the black fabric of her shirt. Riza didn't make a sound, but her expression was of utter pleasure. Roy pulled her even closer, running his finger along her spine. Riza let out a small involuntary gasp. She tried to cling onto Roy's back, but he didn't have a shirt, so the effort proved fruitless. Roy smilied, although it went unseen because Riza's had her head buried into Roy's neck. He ran his finger up her spine to her head. Riza gasped again. Roy ran his fingers through Riza's hair, undoing the hair clip. Her hair fell from the high hair-do she wore onto her back and Roy's bare chest. Riza fought to keep her eyes open, her eye lashes batting agaist Roy's chest. Roy ran his hand across her hair as she dozed off. He laid his head back, letting sleep take him as well.
Riza awoke a few hours later. She lay alone on the bed, her hair spilling over the pillows. Riza sat up, her bright red eyes scanning the room. Roy walked into the room, yanking on his undershirt. He threw Riza's coat at her.
"Get a move on Lieutenant. Its almost noon." Riza nodded, pulling her coat on. She grabed her hair clip, pulling her hair into a tight bun at the back of her head. Roy grabbed Riza's gun holster off the chair, tossing it over to her non-chalantly. She caught it and clipped it onto the back of her belt.
"Shall we?" Roy asked, with his usual smirk.