Prompt: Coat

Summary: Jean Havoc had been warned twice. Now he was left to pack up in the cold while the Colonel and his Lieutenant drove back to report to the Führer…or do they?!

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"Colonel, I'm freezing!"

Riza's eyes twitched dangerously as she shifted her attention to the only blonde in her group apart from herself. He had wrapped his coat tightly around his shivering frame, nose nearly dripping. She suppressed the urge to shake her head - he should have known to dress appropriately.

"You should have known to dress appropriately," the Flame Alchemist murmured grumpily, not daring to avert his eyes from the target he was observing with a pair of binoculars.

"I told you we'd be outside most of the time and the Lieutenant told you to put on something warm for the weather would change. You obviously ignored two higher ranking officers' information at once! Well done, Havoc!"

Jean only sulked in response, rubbing his freezing hands together, when Roy got a signal in his ear-piece.

"What? Really? I see. Alright, the operation is canceled. Retreat to headquarters."

Roy lowered the binoculars and looked back at his sharp shooters. "The operation has been canceled-"

"Gee, who wo-would have thought th-that?" he was directly interrupted by Jean whose teeth started chattering by now, but ignored him.

"The target is innocent. Havoc, pack up here. Hawkeye, follow me, we have to return to headquarters directly to inform the Führer."

"Wait, what?!" Jean looked like he was about to cry. "I can come with you, chief! Hawkeye will kill me if I dissemble her rifle incorrectly."

"Then I'd advise you to do it correctly," Roy replied dryly, unaffected by the pleading of his subordinate. He caught Riza's eyes and both nodded and started heading to the door. Before going through, Riza turned back shortly, sympathy filling her eyes only slightly.

"Sorry, Havoc, but I did warn you. Take a hot bath at home and drink some warm tea."

She followed Roy through the door into the building again and both spent the walk through the bureau complex they used as a temporary hideout and up to the car silently. It was only inside of the car, after he had rubbed his hands together, that Roy spoke up again.

"Lieutenant. I'm cold and my lips are all chapped. Do something."

Riza turned her head to the left, mouth slightly open from astonishment.

"You don't honestly want to tell me that's the sole reason you left Havoc in the cold?"

"But Lieutenant," he whined, pushing his lower lip out in a pout as he slid closer to her, "I'm really cold. And my lips are really chapped! Are you sure there's nothing you could do to help me?"

"Sir, you're wearing two scarfs, a bonnet and Madame Christmas's infamous hand-knit sweater that would keep you warm in a snow storm in Briggs. You can't honestly tell me you left Havoc out there in his mere uniform and summer coat just so you could get a kiss from me?" She shook her head incredulously.

"And not to forget, I remember your Lieutenant not only warning Havoc, but also telling you to use a lip balm for your dry lips."

He pulled his lip back in, the corners of his mouth dropping, and shoved his hands back into his coat to warm them. Riza sighed audibly and reached into the inside of her winter coat. It only took her two seconds before her fingers grasped the lip balm she was looking for and she gingerly and abundantly applied it to her lips. She felt her superiors eyes stare at her intently, but she didn't let herself get distracted and put away the balm again. She turned back to Roy, who now had chosen to stare at the road until his Lieutenant was finally inclined to start up the car, before she put her still slightly cold hands onto his cheeks.

Roy winced at the cold feeling and his body turned back to her, now clearly intrigued by her actions. Before he could ask any questions, Riza had already lowered her lips onto his and kissed him gently, massaging his lips until Roy decided to deepen the kiss. Riza put her hand onto his chest immediately and pushed him back gently.

"I've applied some balm onto your lips now, sir. Please remember to do it by yourself from now on."

He grinned in response. "I'm afraid I'm awfully forgetful. You might need to take over this chore again."

Riza had already turned to the road again and turned the ignition key.

"Very well. But please, don't do it at the expanse of Havoc or any other of your subordinates again."

Roy shrugged. "He didn't listen to your advice. I'll give him tomorrow off, though, if it eases your mind."

"That is a very generous and reasonable offer, sir," she answered him with a slight smile and leaned over to kiss him again, allowing him to have his way this time.