It's the holiday season. You know what that means—Royai!

Just as a note, this story takes place in a combo of alternate and original universe because I doubt certain articles of clothing even existed back in the days! Also characters may seem OOC—Mustang's hornier than usual and Riza's slightly naïve—but bear with me!

This story is going to be updated every day for this week—along the same lines as the story chapters, so happy Sunday and enjoy!


-Scheming Sunday-

Mustang bumped into Hawkeye on his way into the grocery store and it was by no means an accident.

Rather, a calculated coincidence, he just wanted to see her in her civvies, her normal wear. Her hair down and windswept, a blouse much better fitting than an army coat, and a tickle of wind hitching up her dress just a—

Oh god, her calves, he gasped, rather gutturally, his eyes grazing over the fair skin above her ankles.

His pants were suddenly a bit tight, and he knew he hadn't gained any weight.

The flame alchemist bit his lip to keep his fire contained.

Hawkeye, unfortunately, caught his eye.

"Colonel," she greeted curtly, stepping a couple steps towards him, her grocery basket at hand.

He was glad the basket came between them—otherwise something else might have done so.

"Hawkeye," he said, swallowing hard. "Fancy seeing you at the market."

She smiled. "I thought your nanny did your groceries for you."

"Uh," Mustang excused. "Well, haha, nope!"

That was a lie, but so was his excuse.

"I came to just see what was on sale. I'm not usually here."

"Mmm," she approved, before suggesting, "The carrots are well-priced."

He watched her take a rather large carrot and place it in her mouth. She chewed with gusto, he observed.

"And sweet," she added. "Definitely worth the money."

Mustang nodded slowly, watching the carrot in her hand. "Mmm," he repeated, "…the money."

"Well, I'll be off, Colonel," she said, spinning around on her heeled summer sandals and going off on her way home. The setting sun made her blond hair glint as it swayed with the gentle motion of her hips. Her figure was one that took a lot of effort to take his eyes away from, and he heard the rip when he tore his eyes away from his gorgeous lieutenant.

Walking home as normally as he could and avoiding mothers covering the eyes of their young children as they saw him pass by with a bulge in his pants, Mustang decided that he needed to find a solution.

later

"That's perfect!" Mustang erupted, slamming his hands down on Havoc's table. "You're a genius!"

"The general is going to be out for the week?" Havoc asked, trying to figure out his own intelligence.

"No, idiot," the colonel retorted. "It's a perfect opportunity!"

"Huh?"

Mustang bumped his own chest in pride.

No more drab uniforms. It was time to instate a new dress code.

"Wait, what are we doing?"

"I hereby declare tomorrow—Miniskirt Monday!"


Ah, now you get where he's going with this…

See you for tomorrow's update!

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