Havoc hadn't expected Eastern Headquarters to look any different after only two months away, but the tone in Mustang's suite of offices was definitely off. He was too fatigued to think on it, however, as he tossed his ruck sack onto one of the pair of couches, and fell into the cushions of the other. Six weeks of field training, and an entire day stuck in a shitty train compartment with two other, much younger, male soldiers meant all he wanted was a three day nap.
Falman grimaced at him from his desk, Furey grinned widely- perhaps a little too widely, and Breda simply said, "Thank fuck you're back."
"Missed me, did ya?" All Havoc could manage was a lopsided grin.
"Listen, man, we've been going through it for the last three weeks," Breda said through a mouthful of sandwich.
"Trouble on the home front?" Jean raised an eyebrow. "I've got news for ya, then, if you need a handsome bastard like me to solve it, you're shit out of luck. I'm exhausted. Where's the boss?"
His three co-workers exchanged a series of glances. "He'll be back in a few minutes, but Havoc, you should know th-"
Breda was interrupted by the main office door swinging open, and slamming against the wall. Colonel Mustang entered the room with a glare, and when his eyes settled on Havoc, Jean could swear he looked relieved.
"All of you, out. I need to debrief Lieutenant Havoc. Alone." Mustang barked, and sent his staff all but running from the room. "Lieutenant. We need to talk about your field training."
"Sure, chief. I've got my packet in my ruck somewhere-"
"That can wait," Mustang interrupted. He leaned against his desk, and ran a hand through his hair. After a deep breath, he straightened. "Lieutenant Jean Havoc, you are now under orders to never leave your home post for longer than a period of two weeks. At no time while you are under my command are you to be away without my express permission. Any conflicting orders will be brought to my attention immediately. Understood?"
"Yes, sir. That's understood." The Colonel nodded, and slouched into a chair. "Is there a problem, boss? I literally stepped off the train twenty minutes ago."
"Oh, there's a huge problem. It's Hawkeye."
Havoc sat up straighter. "Has something happened to her?"
"Yes," Mustang sighed. "She's become intolerable. The work load she foists on us is inhumane, and her demeanor is downright snappish."
"Aw, she missed me." Jean smiled crookedly.
"Yes, you fool." Mustang hissed, his glare wiped the grin from Havoc's face. "And you will fix it. No one can work in this environment. I've had to send her to the range for the past four days to train cadets just to get her out of our hair. Which, of course, means nothing here gets done. Not properly anyway." The Colonel leaned back in his chair.
"How is any of this my fault? And what do you mean by fix it?"
"Apparently she's grown accustomed to your relationship, and the perks therein."
Havoc shook his head in confusion.
"Don't play dumb, Lieutenant. She's wound tight as a wire, and I can't take it anymore. I'm pretty sure Furey is going to start submissively peeing on my floor if you don't smooth her out."
"I doubt she'd appreciate you having this conversation with me." Jean smirked, and patted his chest pocket for a cigarette.
"I don't give a shit. The first two weeks were fine, but things deteriorated after that. My entire staff is on edge." Mustang pinned him with another glare. "Retrieve her from the range, and fix it."
"You mean now?"
"Yes! Right now, you idiot, before she kills someone and I get buried in paperwork explaining it away. When you report for duty in the morning, I expect things to run with normal efficiency." Mustang waved him away, and Jean didn't bother to conceal his rolling eyes.
With a not so quiet grumble Havoc tossed his ruck sack down for the second time since stepping off the train, and checked the sign-in rosters at the firing range. Riza had checked in five cadets earlier that day. The frantic pounding of boots, and hushed voices behind him caught his attention, and he swiveled around. The group of young soldiers spotted his rank a second too late, and their unified salute was pathetic.
Jean lazily leaned against the front desk. "Where are you cadets off to in such a hurry?"
They fumbled around like marbles in a tin. "Well, sir, we were dismissed, and we-"
"What are you all still doing in my space?" A harsh female voice called from the hallway behind the cadets.
Jean peeked past them, and grinned. "Well, hey there, beautiful. Are these stray pups yours?"
The cadets' eyes widened, their faces flushed with horror at his bold, and possibly last, words.
"Not anymore," Lieutenant Hawkeye said dryly. "Did I not dismiss you properly before? Go!" Havoc had never seen a group of cadets move faster. They cleared out of the small office building leaving him alone with Riza.
"You look just as gorgeous as I remember." He drawled, bravely.
"You're in an awfully good mood." She didn't look at him as she signed herself and the terrified cadets out.
"Well, I am now. I've been stuck in a dust bowl for two months, and you're the best thing I've seen all day."
She finally met his smiling gaze. "Six weeks, Jean."
"Aw, come on now Riza, you know I didn't have any control over that." He stepped closer, and slid his arm around her waist. She didn't resist, but she wasn't exactly receptive. Jean pressed his lips to her neck, and inhaled. "Mm, gunpowder, and lilacs. My favorite. Come home with me."
She started to squirm, and push away. "I've got work back at the office."
"Nope. You don't. I am authorized to take you by force if needs be."
Riza narrowed her eyes. "That sexist bastard."
Jean laughed. "Just come home with me, I've missed you."
She sighed dramatically, and he noticed the edges of her lips twitching. "I suppose my skewering of the Colonel for interfering in my personal life can wait until tomorrow."
The shower tiles were cool against her back, and Riza decided she liked Havoc's shower much better than hers. It had a built-in shelf seat that she was particularly fond of. Her head lolled backwards against the wall, and she ran her fingers through his hair. The way his tongue traced a line from her shoulder to her jaw was distracting, but his fingers between her legs took up the majority of her brain space.
Riza gasped, and her thighs trembled as she lost control of her senses. The strong arms she loved so much kept her from crumpling to the shower floor.
"Did you miss me?" She could hear the grin in his voice.
"Should I have?"
"You wound me, Riza. I missed you."
She leaned up, and kissed his protruding bottom lip. "You're an insufferably needy man."
He laughed, and Riza's chest felt warm. She loved his laugh, and had missed it. "I'm insufferable now?"
"Shut up, and take me to bed. Show me how much you missed me," She tried to keep her smile small. "Please?"
"Is that a beg?" Riza snorted derisively, and attempted to push past him and out of the shower. Jean pinned her against the tiles. His eyes were a dark blue as he stared her down. "I missed you so fucking much, Riza." Then his lips were on hers, and the world around her flicked off.
His hand hefted her knee to his waist, and she held tight to his shoulders as she wrapped her other leg around him. Without dropping her, he twisted the shower knob off, and carried her to his bed with no care for the excess water dripping from their bodies. Jean deposited Riza on the sheets, and crawled over her.
"I think I missed kissing you the most," he whispered, and brushed feather-light kisses over her face, and neck before finally her mouth. "I also missed the way your skin feels against mine." Jean's hand gently squeezed her right breast. "So soft."
Riza's breath came in quick pants. "Jean,"
"No talking. You don't outrank me in my bedroom." He slid down her body, and glanced up at her as his mouth closed around her nipple briefly before kissing the underside of her breasts.
He ran his nose along the plane of her stomach, and smiled at the way her muscles fluttered under his touch. "The way you breathe when I touch you is beautiful." Jean slipped his hands under her back, and pressed his cheek to her stomach. "I don't ever get tired of listening to you breathe."
Jean returned to his slow trek down her body, and stopped at her hips. He grinned wickedly up at her as he inched toward the throbbing place between her thighs. "I've also missed the way you taste, Riza."
Her eyes flew shut at the first brush of his tongue against her swollen skin, and her back arched off the bed. His fingers dug into her ass cheeks, and she clutched mercilessly at his damp hair as his mouth drove her towards a long overdue ecstasy.
"Look at me, Riza," He murmured against her. "I want to see you when you come."
Riza propped herself up on her elbows, and met his eyes. The intensity with which he gazed at her from between her thighs sent her right over the edge. For the second time that afternoon, Riza gasped for breath and swore the saw the light of heaven. She felt Jean's body settle over hers, and hitched her legs around him. He kissed her deeply, and pushed inside her with a force that made her dig her fingernails into his shoulders.
Jean moved hard, and fast within her, and despite having come twice already she found herself on the brink of a third orgasm. He angled his hips slightly so that with every thrust he managed to hit exactly the right spot. Riza leaned up, and fastened her mouth to his neck when she felt the tremors begin. He shuddered, and came soon after.
She held him close as he regained control of his breathing, running her fingernails across his scalp. He pushed off her, and smiled lazily. "You can talk now."
Riza smiled, and kissed him softly. "I don't know why it's so hard for me to say so, but I did miss you."
"You're not a talker, Riza. It's okay. I knew," He whispered, and brushed a strand of hair from her face, as she molded herself to his side.
"You're amazing. I don't deserve you."
Jean chuckled. "Well, I guess it's a good thing that I deserve you."
A noise that was trying very hard to be annoyed escaped her throat. "Insufferable."
