"Sobriety"
Hawkeye yawned as she trudged toward her front door. It was just after two in the morning and somebody was at her door. She had only gotten home from work an hour ago and was still in her uniform. As tired as she was, she still had to be ready for anybody. Slowly pulling her gun out of the holster, she reached for the handle. Gun going out first, she peered outside. She sighed in relief when she saw the colonel standing there.
"Hello, sir," she said, saluting her superior. "What are you doing here?"
"I walked by and saw your lights on and decided to see you," he said, a slight slur in his voice. He stumbled past here and sat down on her couch.
Shutting the door behind her, she followed him. "Sir, are you drunk? "
He pulled her down next to him. "Call me Roy. Forget the formalities."
"But sir-"
Putting a finger to her lips, he said, "Roy, not sir."
Hawkeye sighed. "Okay then. Roy, are you drunk?"
Roy merely smiled. Still slurring his words, he said, "Don't talk." He entangled his fingers in her hair. "You're beautiful, Hawkeye. Did you know that?"
"Sir," she said, and then when she saw the look on his face, she said, "Roy, what are you doing?"
Before she could say anymore, Mustang leaned in and kissed her.
Hawkeye opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Roy.
"You don't need to say anything. Just stay here and be with me."His speech was no longer slurred, but rather quite clear and easy to understand.
"You're not drunk are you? You haven't been drinking tonight."
Roy's silence answered her question. Kissing her, he said, "Nope. Not a drop," Smiling, he leaned in and kissed her once more.