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WORDCOUNT: 280
RATING: PG-13.
SUMMARY: Second of TWELVE FICLETS. addiction: The one where Riza continues her training.
A.N.: Written to the prompts from 12_fics (LJ Comm).
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Written for cornerofmadness, at the Christmas Requests.
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02/12 - addiction
by Leni
He is contemplating how to answer a particular correspondence, when he feels long fingers reach into his personal space and pluck the cigarette from his mouth without so much as an explanation. "What the…" He lowers his feet from the desk, straightens in his chair. "Hawkeye?" He never smoked before the war; but it wasn't the only thing that changed after Ishval.
His aide simply stubs out his cigarette on the ashtray. "One chain smoker in the office is enough."
"Go bother Havoc, then."
The other man has the good sense to shove his ever present pack into a drawer and slink out of the office.
Hawkeye raises an eyebrow after the door has closed after the fleeing Havoc. "I don't believe in lost causes." There's a pause. "And neither do you. Sir."
The last word is added as an afterthought, but Roy doesn't care at the moment. What looks suspiciously like a blush has appeared in his lieutenant's neck, and even though she is forbidding it to reach her cheeks, the fact is: it's there. "You're taking care of me?" He's so distracted, he reaches into his pocket for a new cigarette.
Her expression hardens and, with sudden insight, he knows he won't like her next warning. "We'll talk about this," he says, even though both know that the subject is closed.
"Yes, sir."
The required answer forgotten, Roy watches her return to her desk and tries to understand why he lets her get away with it. After another five seconds of deliberation, he gives up and sits back on his chair.
At least she is providing some entertainment in exchange for the one she just made him quit.
cont. 03/12 lottery
30/12/08