The East was hot.
Excruciatingly hot.
So friggin' unbearable that all he and his suboridinates seemed to do these days was fan themselves with their heads on their desks. Even the ever faithful Hawkeye seemed to have given up on collecting paperwork for the time being.
He tried to remember why he chose fire for an element again.
The reason escaped him. Why couldn't he be 'The Ice Alchemist'? Or the something-more-refreshing-but-still-as-cool-as-fire-alchemist? Roy Mustang sighed in his musings, it was their day off and he'd recieved a phonecall from his ever faithful subordinate. Much to his suprise she opened the door, the only thing that clad her top half was a towel slung loosely about her shoulders.
"I forgot you used to do that." He said meeting her eye.
"I knew you were coming and it's nothing you haven't seen before. Besides, men are allowed to go shirtless when it's hot." She defended.
"Don't hear me complaining, are you going to let me in?" He changed the subject from her half-naked attire. The blonde stepped aside and he caught a whiff of her scent. Vanilla and orange blossoms, her favourite shampoo and soap combination.
He sat down in front of the fan and she offered him a beer. He nodded and she tossed the bottle then sat down beside him.
"So you called me up to drink beer and make comments about your breasts?" He asked twisting the cap.
"I called you up so we could hang out." The words seemed almost foreign on her lips.
Roy had missed spending regular relaxed time with her, they couldn't exactly goof off like they used to while in the military. The had to be straight men, they left the goofing off to their other subordinates.
Roy found his hand had traveled down her back and was subconsiously tracing the array. She looked at him for a moment but closed her eyes and sighed, his touch felt good.
"Remember when we used to go down to the lake with Ignatius, Levi and Orwell on days like today?" She asked rhetorically. None the less he nodded, her eyes were closed but she knew the gesture.
"And that one time we caught a frog and Orwell thought it was a funny idea to tell Violet and Evee that it was actually a prince and they needed to kiss it to turn him back." He burst out laughing but his mind was elsewhere. They had used this code before, they talk as if one was telling a story lesse that was 'I L O V E..."
"You too." He said and kissed her forehead. She snuggled closer to him, the apartment was silent except for the humming of the fan. It was a comfortable silence. He liked it.
They needed to hang out more often.