"There is someone I need to protect,
It was not because I was forced by anyone, but it was my own free will,
It is my own choice to pull the trigger, for the person who I must protect,
Until the day that person accomplishes his goal…

…I will pull the trigger without doubt."

A small yawn escaped tired lips, and a dark haired male slumped over his desk slightly, grasping the pen he held lazily and gazing down upon the paper in front of him with a gleam of detest in his eyes. He felt beads of nervous sweat form on his scrunched up brow, as the glare of the golden haired woman beside him did not falter, not for one second.
"Can't I take a break?" Colonel Roy Mustang whined to his subordinate, pouting out his lower lip and giving her the cutest puppy dog look he could muster. Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye's chestnut eyes narrowed upon him, but otherwise she made no other movements. "No," She said firmly, her fingers dangerously grasped on the halter of her gun and it sent a shiver of fear down Mustang's spine.

Moaning in protest, Mustang let his forehead collide with the desk with a light whack, wincing a little as he felt the pain thumping through his head. "Ow…" He mumbled in emphasis, closing his eyes tightly and sitting up, massaging his hurt brow. Hawkeye rolled her eyes and turned away from him, taking a few paces over to one of the couches that were in the office and sat herself down. "No matter what you try, you're not leaving here 'till all those papers are checked and signed," She said, closing her eyes and leaning back slightly, relaxing.

The onyx eyed man glared at her, but then sighed in defeat. He knew she was right, and he knew there was no way to get her to change her mind… unless…

Smirking evilly, Mustang silently slid his chair back and stood up, advancing over to the blond as quietly as he could. But unfortunately, her ears were as sharp as her eyes and she opened one of them to lock with his, causing him to freeze in his spot. "Did you really think that would work?" She asked curiously as Mustang held an even gaze, the corners of his lips tugging in to what she thought was a smirk. "No, not really," He replied smoothly, shifting his feet a little before he sat beside her, too close for comfort, watching in amusement as she moved away a little, glaring daggers at him.

"Then what was the point?" She asked again, her head tilted to the side. His behaviour was starting to confuse her. Why was he smirking at her like that? "Well," Mustang began, turning his body to face his loyal subordinate, his eyes flashed with menace that caused Hawkeye's brow to furrow even deeper. "It brought us closer together, didn't it?" He asked rhetorically, and Hawkeye couldn't help but scoff at him. "If you this trying to woo me to get out of work, then I'd quit if I were you before you end up with a bullet hole through your foot," She snapped.

His smirk remained ever amused, and he closed his eyes. "Now Lieutenant," He said softly, before opening one eye to look at her. And, for some strange reason, her heart leaped in her chest as he did so, watching in almost horror as he shifted forward and lifted his hand, cupping her chin in his fingers and tugging her face closer to his. "You know I'd do no such thing… not without a decent reason…" He purred and she felt a faint dust of blush graze her cheeks, unable to tear her eyes away from his handsome face.

And with that thought, she brought up a hand and slapped his hand away from her furiously, pushing herself up and pointing to his desk like he was a dog. "Work. NOW!" She demanded in a loud tone, watching as Mustang squeaked in surprise and rushed off away from her, sitting down and taking up his pen again, beginning to scratch away, his eyes on the table.

But despite that, she could still see him smirking.

Bastard.