Author's note: I have recently finished watching Fullmental Alchemist: Brotherhood, (the story is better than the first version but I prefer the former's animation style) and fell in love with Colonel Mustang. And his relationship with Lieutenant Hawkeye. They're totally cannon but nobody did anything about it and I couldn't let it go! They're my favorite. I wanted more of them so I made more. I may or may not be inspired to add more one shots to this in the future. The distant future. Enjoy!
Ties
"Lieutenant, in my office please." Riza perked up, something was off. She packed as many concealed firearms as she could carry.
"Reporting!" she said pointing her fire arm at the corners of the room first. The enemy was not apparent.
"Lieutenant Hawkeye, what are you doing?" Colonel Mustang asked incredulous.
"You sounded like you were in distress sir."
"I'm not in distress."
"Who's making you say that?" she asked scanning the room again in suspicion.
"I understand that you've been paranoid since the homunculus, but you really need to relax."
She pointed her gun at the Colonel, "You, tell me the breed of my dog."
"This is ridiculous!"
"The Colonel I know wears a uniform pinned with eight honors, not a suit."
"The colonel you know is always wearing a uniform because there's been no end to pressing military matters since the Ishbalan war. Now that I have the luxury of a few hours break, I'm taking time to have an evening out on the town. I just wanted-" he cracked up a little bit, "your opinion on which tie to wear," he held up two options.
The lieutenant kept her aim true and loaded her gun. "What. Breed."
Mustang stepped out from behind his desk, "It's some sort of beagle-mutt and you named it Sniper." He expertly snatched the gun out of her hands to keep it from firing. "I can't believe you made me disarm you."
"Sorry sir." She wasn't really sorry she had done it. Maybe she was sorry for the inconvenience, but he should be used to her strategic abuse by now.
"Can you pick out a tie without threatening my life now?" he asked holding up two shades of blue.
"Hm, I don't like those. How about that one," she said pointing to one of several ties laying over an armchair in the corner, "red is more your color."
"I thought it was a bit flashy."
"You are flashy sir," she commented while he picked it up and swung it around his neck. His fingers nimbly worked the knot and he straitened his lapels. Hawkeye shook her head at the tightness of his tiny knot.
"That's terrible." She grabbed his tie just as he sat back into the arm chair. Hawkeye fell with him and wound up in his lap. She knew that once he recovered his wits the colonel would make some egotistical remark about the position they were in, so she played it off like it wasn't a big deal. She undid the knot in his tie in favor of her own version.
Mustang smirked, "I had no idea how badly you wanted to take off my cloths." There was no avoiding his ego.
"I believe that comment crosses a professional line sir."
"You started it."
"I suppose I did."
"Does it bother you?"
"No sir."
"Sir. You alway call me sir. Do you remember the lie you told Envy? You said that I call you Riza when we're alone. It's not a bad idea you know. You have such a pretty name, Riza." She couldn't help but smile softly. The lie had come from one of her more frequent bouts of imagination. She finished tying the knot.
"Done." He looked down at her handy work slightly impressed.
"You're right, that is better." He looked back up at her, "You should get out of that uniform once in a while too. I'm beginning to think that you sleep in it. I wish I could imagine you relaxing in a beautiful dress with your hair down." He reached up behind her head and eased the clip out of her hair. Blond locks came tumbling over her shoulder. "You deserve it Riza." A broad smile brightened his face, "Or maybe miniskirts are more-"
"I'm not joining your miniskirt harem Roy," she interrupted. His eyebrows shot up at the use of his first name and all he could do was sit in shock as she ran her fingers through his surprisingly soft hair. It was like black silk. She wrapped her legs around him and drew closer to his face but he took her lips. They fit together like corresponding pieces of a puzzle.
