A/n: This little fic was inspired by the Halloween crack I made. I did some photo edits, so the FMA cast are 'wearing' costumes. Riza was a maid, and Roy the master, I decided to attempt semi-smut. :)
It is with our passions, as it is with fire and water, they are good servants but bad masters.
Aesop (620 BC - 560 BC)
TreatFrom his desk he watches her, following her every move.
She's unaware of his gaze, and continues to clean his study without thought.
A part of him wishes that she would notice, that she would look at his with those beautiful auburn eyes.
But what would he do then? Take her hand, whisper sweet nothings in her ear, while slowly leading her to his bedroom?
Such a thing was unthinkable. She was the servant, and he the master.
But how could he contain himself with her wearing that damn outfit all the time? None of the other maids looked so ravishing in their uniforms.
On her, the skirt looked so short, revealing her long legs; and the low cut top offered just as gracious a sight.
And what was kinkier than a maid uniform?
He could barely stand it; he called out her name, beckoning her to him.
She wasn't two feet away from his desk before he was out of his seat, reaching for her across his paperwork.
He grasped her shoulder, pulling her forward onto his desk. Papers flew around them, scattering around his study.
She held up no resistance to his hands or his lips. She had fantasized such a thing many a night, falling to asleep to the thoughts of his warm arms circling her.
His hands drifted lower down her body, but she stopped him.
"I'm not cleaning up this mess sir,"
He chuckled, and continued his ministrations. "Of course Mistress, but I warn you I require rough treatment,"
END