Only room for Two

"The battlefield is no place for a woman, nor is it a place for a man. The battlefield only has room for two things, an army trying to come out on top, and an army that is about to." –Unknown.

"Colonel, get down!"

Riza Hawkeye barely managed to duck under cover before a blazing fireball roared over her head. She turned her head to the young man crouching in the bunker alongside her. "Thank you, Edward." she said.

"Don't thank me yet," he replied. He grimaced as they both heard another thunderous explosion. A crazed militant group of religious fanatics over five hundred strong with the backing of thirteen alchemists who had been denied the 'privilege' of State Alchemist had broken out in rebellion in the east. Currently, twelve of those alchemists and four hundred and ninety of the militants had been wiped out by an eastern army under the command of the newly promoted General Edward Elric. So far, Edward's army had suffered fifteen casualties, a surprisingly low number considering the skill of the militant group and the relative young age of the golden haired General.

"I'll never understand why the bastard of a Fuhrer Roy stuck me with this operation. Wouldn't it have been better to let a more experienced General take charge of this battle?"

"Because, Edward," Riza said, "if your memory is as good as mine, you may recall that most of the veterans in the upper echelons of the military were wiped out along with the old regime under the Homunculus."

"Oh yeah…" he said with a pained grin on his face, scratching his face as he winced, "Kinda forgot about that."

Riza shook her head. "Never mind," she said. "Now what are we going to do about that annoyance in that tower? We can't get troops up there the normal way, via the stairs; his gunners would just mow them down. And none of us can get a clear enough shot to take them out. Explosions are a bit risky, as we could end up blowing ourselves up, considering that tower stands on a munitions warehouse. Any bright ideas, General?"

Ed bit on the edge of his thumb in thought, and was quiet for a time before he replied, saying, "I think I might have one…."

"You do?!" exclaimed Riza in surprise. "What is it?"

"It's only something I can do, with alchemy. However, I'm gonna get really tired after this," he smirked at her, "so I'm going to need some serious motivation if I'm to wrap this little battle up."

Riza smiled and crawled towards him. She took out her hair tie and let her hair fall down to rest a little below her shoulder blade. "And what," she said huskily, "kind of, motivation do you need, Edward?"



Ed reached out and gently pulled one of Riza's errant locks of hair behind her ear. His smirk grew wider as he said, "I think you get the idea, Riza."

"Then here it is." she said softly, before gently placing her lips on his own. Soon, however, each of their mouths opened and the 'kiss' continued on in earnest, now with both of their tongues battling for supremacy.

All too soon, especially for Edward, the kiss ended, and he groaned his disappointment.

Riza placed one finger on his lips, "If you wrap this up nice and neat, Edward, I might just let you continue where we left off later tonight." She smiled, "Is that enough motivation for you?"

There are two things that every soldier under the command of General Edward Elric and his Colonel, Riza Elric, can remember without fail for the rest of their lives. The first is the impressive sight of the tower where the last remnants of the militants were holed up in suddenly collapsing, killing all inside and harming nothing else.

Second, they could remember one of the maids at the hotel they were staying at informing one of the younger soldiers about the 'strange noises' she had heard coming from the General and Colonel's room the night before, and again that morning.

That, and one of the old vets saying, "Ah, to be young again."

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FIN

AN: Kind of a different kind of one-shot, at least for me. Hope people still consider that to be in the realm of T. I'm pretty sure it was, but I've heard stories of edits being forced for less.

Reviews are welcome, tying cinderblocks to my feet and throwing me into a river isn't what I would call a welcome response, but I'll understand if you do.

(Tracks while typing, Wisin y Yandel ft. Jayco: Perdido, Wisin: No Se)