A/n: Hehehe, I made this while eating waffles. I got the idea from Tandy who said I should do it in a different POV, so I did. Once again also, I've used pronouns more than the characters' names.
Gunpowder by RW Grimm
It wasn't a pleasant smell, gunpowder.
When Roy Mustang had first joined the military the very smell of it made him choke and sputter.
But somewhere along the line the scent of it stopped making him gag, he no longer felt repulsed.
Instead, he felt aroused.
Gunpowder was her scent.
The sour smell stuck to Riza Hawkeye from hours with her guns in the firing range.
When she came to him gunpowder filled his nostrils and he'd give her that sultry smirk that had taken so long to finally get to her.
Soon they'd be stripped of their uniforms, and they'd be on each other like animals.
Their motions reminded him briefly of her firing her gun.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
Sweat coated their bodies, running across heated skin, and mixing together as their bodies continually slapped against each other.
The scent of gunpowder and sweat, mixed together, coating her body, was almost more than he could take.
Hours. That's how much time they'd be in his office, on his desk, moaning each other's names.
Screwing, fucking, making love. It didn't matter what it was called, just as long as they could do it together.
When she had to leave, like she was so often forced to do, he would sit in his chair, staring at his desk where, only a short time ago he'd had her near screaming his name.
Whenever he smelled gunpowder he thought of her.
And, being in the military this was almost constant.
END