French Vanilla
A/N: A little bit of Havoc/Hawkeye interaction, devoid of romance. Enjoy!
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: This is starting to annoy me. FMA not mine. Thanks.
First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye sat at her desk, wearily working her way through a large stack of paperwork. She sighed, laid down her pen, and began rubbing her eyes. Hearing a footfall, she looked up.
"Hey, Lieutenant," said Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc, standing next to her desk. He was holding two mugs. Raising one slightly, he added, "I brought you something."
"Oh, thank you, Havoc," she said, reaching up and taking one of the mugs. She sipped – and quickly recoiled.
"Hot?" he asked, pulling up a chair and sitting across the desk from her.
She nodded, wiping the remnants of the liquid from her lips with a tissue. It was coffee, but she had tasted a creamy flavor to it. She greatly disliked cream in her coffee, but didn't want to disappoint Havoc by telling him so.
"Sorry 'bout that, sir," he said, grinning. "It's awfully late. What are you working on there?"
"Some paperwork that the Colonel didn't get to finish. He left in a hurry. Apparently, he had an appointment."
Havoc chuckled. "Yeah. His head had to meet his pillow," he said. "He's been nodding off all day. I bet he went home early."
Hawkeye groaned and dug her fingers into her hair. "I can't believe him!"
"I can," Havoc said, leaning his chair back so that it was balancing on two legs. He took a long drink from his mug.
Hawkeye buried her face in her hands.
Havoc laughed and straightened his chair. "Hey, it isn't that bad, Lieutenant."
She dropped her hands into her lap. "I'm just tired, Havoc."
"Take a break, then. Mustang's not here to order you around."
Hawkeye smiled. "I think I will."
They sat and chatted. About a half an hour later, Hawkeye sat back in her chair, smiling like the Cheshire Cat.
"Thank you, Havoc," she said. "I needed that."
"No problem, sir," he replied with a playful salute. He looked down and noticed that she hadn't drunk her coffee. "Your coffee's probably frozen by now."
Hawkeye froze. "Well…I…"
"Want me to get you a fresh mug?"
"Ah, that's not necessary…"
Havoc raised an eyebrow. "You know, if you don't like coffee, you could have told me."
Hawkeye shook her head vigorously. "I do like coffee. I just don't like cream in it."
Havoc looked surprised. "That wasn't cream. It was French Vanilla flavoring." He shook his head and picked up the mugs, grinning. "Something's wrong with your taste buds, sir." The grin didn't leave his face as he turned and started to leave the office.
Hawkeye was quite embarrassed, but her face remained passive. "Havoc?" she called as he neared the door. "I'm not ready to go back to work yet, and I've never had French Vanilla coffee before. Could you get me another?"
Havoc burst into a gale of laughter. "Sure thing, Lieutenant!"
