Author's note: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters. This is for the 30 Kisses challenge using list epsilon. Theme 2: Pens on the Floor.
Out of Ink
It wasn't that he minded paperwork so much. It was just boring, and he was easily distracted. However, it did give Roy a chance for one of his favorite pastimes: Hawkeye watching. It was his favorite way to fill time at the office. Despite knowing her for years, he never tired of observing Riza. Of course, it wouldn't do to have his lieutenant realize that.
Days like this he spent his time covertly watching his lieutenant and slipping into daydreams. Roy often wondered if she knew just how wonderful she was. There were days when he was hard pressed not to pull her across the desk and kiss her senseless. He loved her smile, her eyes, her stern demeanor. All of them made up the incredible woman that she was. He really should do something to let her know how much she meant to him. He knew that he had said it before, but Roy never felt like he said and showed her how he felt enough.
"Sir?"
He jumped at the sound of her voice. The pen slid from his fingers. Hawkeye sighed and bent down to retrieve it. She straightened slightly to place the pen on his desk, and Roy found their faces mere inches part. His hand slipped behind her neck, pulling her face down to his. Her lips were warm and sweet, and he could tell she'd been eating lemon drops. He pulled her, closer and the movement disturbed the large stack on paperwork on his desk. The stack of paper slid just enough to tip the pen holder over the edge, sending the pens scattering across the floor.
With a soft, little sigh, she broke the kiss, and Roy let her go. Neither said anything. Hawkeye sighed again and knelt down to retrieve the pens. She gathered all of them up and returned to the holder before restoring the holder to its rightful place on the desk. Roy's eyes narrowed when he caught sight of one that she had missed, the original pen he had dropped. She must have dropped it when he kissed her. He followed her movements as Riza once again picked it, this time choosing to hand it directly to him.
He captured her wrist instead of taking it. His lips ghosted over her ink stained fingers, and the pen slipped from her fingers. Roy caught her hand before she could reach for it again, twining their fingers together.
"Leave it."