"Another one, Havoc?"

The man sighed and gave a resigned nod. "Yeah, another one..." He folded his arms on his desk and rested his chin on his elbow. His cigarette bounced in his mouth when he spoke, contrasting with his gloomy expression.

Riza placed the file of papers she held on her desk, then turned to face the man. "You must be doing something wrong," she reasoned, "That's the third girl this week."

Jean shrugged. "I wouldn't know what."

She reached over and plucked the cigarette from his lips. "Maybe it has something to do with this," she stated, holding it up between her forefinger and thumn.

He sat up and frowned. "No way. Give it back!"

She turned and tossed it into her trash barrel with a smirk. "Havoc, I'm helping you. It's a disgusting habit."

Havoc stood from his seat and folded his arms. The light from Hawkeye's desk lamp cast shadows across his face, making it hard to interpret his expression. "Now you owe me, Hawkeye," he said.

Riza leaned back against her desk and folded her own arms. She glanced over at Mustang's unoccupied desk. Piles of papers sat there. She'd have to bother him about that in the morning. He and the other men had left early to go to dinner. Havoc had declined the invitation, being too mopey to want to go.

When she returned her gaze to Jean, she found that the man had stepped closer. Much closer. She leaned back a bit to put some distance between them. "Havoc, shouldn't you-?" She was cut off when he placed a hand over her mouth.

"Home's too lonely," he said, guessing at what she was going to suggest. "You're not there. He removed his hand from her mouth and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as his lips met hers in a kiss.

Her eyes widened at the unexpected contact and the taste of his smoky breath, but it only took her a split second to realize how amazing his lips felt against her own, how wonderfully warm his body was. Her eyes slowly closed as she returned the kiss.

And it all went down from there.