Title: Shooting with Finesse
Rating: PG-13, a little bit strong language and there's a little sexual innuendo.
Pairing: Havoc/Riza
Warnings: None. I played it safe on this one safe as it's my first contest fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, though I wish I did. I didn't create them or their original story. They are the glorious brain child of Hiromu Arakawa.
Author Notes: Please leave constructive criticism and feedback on the chapter after reading it. It really helps me improve my skills as a writer and makes the story more enjoyable for you, my reader! At this point I could own a S'Bux or two because of how much tea I drink from them while writing.
I laid on my stomach in the pit, Hawkeye next to me. I kept my line of vision focused right down the middle of both sights on my gun. Hawkeye gave instructions to me loud enough that I could hear her with my headphones on. Her voice rose to a pitch of almost shouting.
"Brace the butt of your gun with your left palm to help decrease the kick back. Slowly, softly squeeze the trigger with the pointer finger on your right hand while the rest of your fingers stay firmly wrapped around the handgrip."
She was teaching me to shoot as if I were making love to a pistol instead of my usual tendency to beat a sniper rifle to it's last breath. Following her commands I cocked the hammer with my thumb and softly squeezed the trigger while bracing the butt for any kick back. I subconsciously held my breath while shooting and let the adrenaline rush take over.
Placing my gun on the ground I turned my head to face Hawkeye. "You're a scary woman, but you're a damn fine shot with a pistol." She grinned and I could tell she was stifling a laugh. "That a boy, Havo," she said and clapped me on the shoulder.