He had a deep, dark look in his eyes that burned right through her pale body. "How many times did you say it today my dear?" he asked as if he hadn't known already. She looked back and spoke softly,

"Eight…" he tisked and grinned a seductive grin looking down at her vulnerable body,

" That's two more than before, it's almost like... like you want it...Do you?" he asked, teasing the arch of her back with each and every breath. She blushed as her breathing became shallow and shaky,

"...Yes sir…" she replied weakly. He chuckled.
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Roy clocked into work promptly at 7:00 a.m. He drug himself into his office and he threw his jacket on his chair. He left his office and came back in with a bagel and a cup of coffee in his hands. He sunk into his chair and sighed. He really did not like mornings...He stared at the looming tower of papers that had been neatly stacked on the left side of his desk. He groaned and lied his head down, dreading the day's work in store for him. Riza strode into his office and looked at the tired man in front of her. "Good morning sir." She saluted. Hearing the three letter word 'Sir' caused his head to lift instantly and smile as soon as he saw who said it. He grinned and held up a finger for her to see, having a significance which only the two of them knew. Riza instantly regretted her greeting and her face turned a cherry red.

"Well it's a good morning now miss Hawkeye."Roy cooed.

"J-just do your work Mustang." she scurried out of Roy's office and nearly ran someone over. She apologized to them and ran along to do her work. Roy grinned as he watched her leave. He enjoyed to see her get flustered like that. He looked back at his pile of papers, groaned again, and prepared for the day.

Lunch break had finally arrived. Roy sat down at the normal table by the window with his normal packed lunch of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, an apple, a bag of chips, a bottle of water, some carrots, and a bit of money to get something from the vending machine. Across the table was Armstrong and Havoc. Riza showed up a few minutes later and sat next to Roy. Her lunch consisted of the cafeteria ravioli, a pear, a carton of milk, a piece of French bread, and an ice cream cup. She smiled and greeted the three men. They all talked and discussed work matters for awhile. Riza reached across the table to grab a napkin. As she pulled her arm back, her elbow knocked her ravioli right into Roy's lap. "Oh shit!" she scrambled out of her seat. Roy jumped up and Riza quickly grabbed the bowl off of the floor. Havoc snickered to himself. "I am so sorry sir!" Riza blurted as she grabbed napkins off of the table to hand to him, " I didn't mean to…" Roy immediately flashed Riza a mischievous and revengeful look that only she could see and she knew she would see again later.

"You'll pay for that one Hawkeye." He flashed her five fingers. Her face was already beet red from embarrassment. Armstrong chirped in,

"Oh come now Roy, don't be so hard on the poor woman. It's just clothes, you can change into a different uniform. Take it like a real man, like ME!" Armstrong's shirt nearly vanished in thin air and his 'muscle show' was accompanied by a background of sparkles.

"I-I have to go to the bathroom…" Riza said quickly and ran off.
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She turned on the water for the sink and splashed some water on her face. Roy had been getting to her the whole day. She wanted him to touch her... to call her into his office, shut the door and... There was a knock on the door. "Riza, are you alright?" It was Roy's voice. The sound caused goosebumps to crawl over her skin.

"Y-yes Roy...I'm fine" she gathered up her composure and exited the restroom.

"Will you please help me find a change of clothes?" he asked when she came out. She nodded and they walked. She began to think as Roy changed clothes.

Her instinct was to call him 'Sir' at work, but he wanted her to use his name. In order to get her to do so he came up with a game. Each time she called his 'sir', he got to spank her, she didn't know how that came to his mind but she didn't want to know...and Roy made it a point to remind her every time she said it by holding up the number of times on his fingers... She debated stopping the whole thing by threatening to split his skull with a bullet until she realized how much the game turned her on. The thought of him overpowering her and making her whole body feel numb...

"Riza," her train of thought was interrupted by her subordinate looking at her wearing clean clothes. She looked up at him, "What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing sir." She flinched as soon as she said the word. The corner of Roy's mouth rose into a half smile,

"I'm really liking this game of ours, it makes my work day more enjoyable." he winked at her and put up six fingers.
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By about 9:00 p.m., Roy had just about completed all of his paperwork. His eyes were heavy and a half a cup of cold coffee, a napkin, and a candy wrapper all sat on his desk by the papers. His eyes fell closed and he let himself drift off. His sleepy eyes snapped open at the sound of his office door creak open and shut. He looked up and saw Riza standing in front of him. He smiled. She was so beautiful. Her eyes still glimmered with fight even though he knew she was as tired as he was. "Yes Riza?" he asked with a voice so deep it sent shivers down her spine.

"Just checking in s…" she caught herself, "Roy…" The dark haired male chuckled and grinned,

"Nice save." He watched as color flooded her pale cheeks. Roy especially thought this view of her was beautiful, pink cheeks painted on her gorgeous white skin. Her eyes darted away and she quickly changed the subject,

"I...I came to check on you and I see your work isn't complete. We...you can't go home until it's all finished." Roy sighed,

"In that case, would you make me a fresh cup of coffee please?" Riza nodded and replied,

"Yes sir." before she could stop herself. Roy chuckled again but this time with a more satisfied tone. The color deepened in her face. Roy stood up from his chair, grabbed his coffee cup, and slowly maneuvered his way over to her. He maintained eye contact with her as he walked. His eyes were dark but they had fire in them, making Riza feel hotter with each stride he took. When he got to her, he brushed his lips lightly against the shell of her ear and whispered softly,

"That makes eight today miss Hawkeye." He smiled wickedly when he felt her quiver as he tapped his fingers eight times down her arm. She felt like she was melting.

The heat from her body began to pool between her legs...She snapped herself out of the trance and took a step back. She took the mug from Roy's hands and he smiled as he watched her leave with the cup.