Just a drabble I wrote when I was bored. It's based off the word "slamming" because, face it, the hottest thing ever is when a guy slams you into a wall and proceeds to snog you silly.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"Colonel."
Riza watched as Roy's pen hovered for a split second, hesitating over the unfinished paperwork that lazed in piles across the desk, before returning to the previous task of annoyance. The black spikes blocked her view of his eyes, making her unsure if he had even heard her. Tap tap.
"Sir."
This time, Roy's eyes rose to meet hers. They widened marginally. "Lieutenant." He rose to his feet like lightning. The pen made one last, futile tap as it fell to meet the desk.
"Sir," she repeated. "I came in here twenty minutes ago. With all due respect, there should have been at least one paper signed." She raised her eyebrow, as if to dare him to challenge her.
Roy's mouth opened slightly, as if to reply, but just as quickly snapped shut. One quick nod was made, and what looked like a dry swallow. "Noted."
Riza kept her brow up, continuing to give him her "lie to me and I'll shoot you' glare. Once she was sufficiently certain that her point had been made, she turned to leave.
She didn't get very far.
Steps behind her alerted her to an oncoming threat, but before she could turn, a hand gripped her shoulder. The rough, gloved, distinctly male hand made short work of spinning her around and slamming her into to still-closed oak door.
"Wha-"
A pair of moistened lips quickly silenced her, meeting hers with enough force to bruise. Riza barely managed to identify Roy as her attacker before his lips began to move.
Fire erupted in her as she moaned into Roy, who took advantage of her open mouth the instant he was presented with it. Riza battled with him for moments before succumbing to the flames that licked her entire being, melting her will to resist. Fingers left trails of fire down her shoulders and to her waist, before encircling her and pulling her flush against him.
Almost as soon as it began, it was over. Roy pulled away, looking smug as she let out a breath of disappointment. He nodded, almost as if the experience had confirmed something, before turning and making his way over to his desk, leaving her burning, gasping for air.
Roy gained his state title from his impressive ability to control flames with a snap of his fingers.
But Riza knew there was more then one type of flame he commanded.
*violently nosebleeds*
I'd like to see others takes on this. Write drabbles based off the word "slamming" and put "Wrydera challenge" in the summary.
~Wryder