Author's Note: Sorry, if this seems a little choppy. I was trying to keep it as innuendo-y as possible.

A thank you too all my reviewers, favorite-ers, and loyal followers. I got a lot of feedback on my last chapter and that made me happy that you'd like to see more for that story. I could very easily turn that in to a lemon, but I don't have the guts to post it…yet. Maybe I'll revise it though and make it a little bit more citrus-y.. and maybe when I'm a little bit more comfortable with my lemons I'll post one. But, again, spank you all very much. If not for you, I would have no motivation for this story!

Disclaimer: *duct tapped to a chair, in a room with no windows, with Riza holding a gun to my head*

"You'll never get me to say it!"

*guns safety clicks off*

*whimper* "ALRIGHT I DON'T OWN IT!"

On a Side Note: This one is actually serious. I was pondering taking some challenges and/or requests. Anyone have anything for me?

Arriving early to the office had it's advantages; especially the way things were at this very moment. Riza was sitting on his lap in his old creaky chair. Her hips hovering dangerously close to his as her hands ran through his hair and their tongues battled for dominance. Her uniform jacket had been discarded at her desk and Roy allowed his hands to wander under the tight black undershirt that she wore.

Early mornings and late nights were the only times he could get her to agree to this. They were an hour early this morning and had gotten a good start on their paperwork. Apparently, this was his reward. His mind was concentrated on the way her lips felt against his, only vaguely registering when his chair creaked and squeaked with their combined weight. Riza's did, however, and she broke the kiss. Her eyes remained closed and her lips brushed his as she spoke, slight panting tingeing her warning.

"Don't lean..." she was cut off by his lips again, refusing to let her finish. "…moy," she protested into his mouth.

"It'll be fine. This chair is sturdy." he leaned back slightly to prove his point and just as the words left his mouth the chair groaned and collapsed under them. Riza stayed on top of him for a minute, her legs still straddling his waist and her body rested against his. Though the rest of her body was relaxed, she shot him a glare.

"You were saying?" Roy grinned sheepishly as she stood up and moved to open the drawer at the bottom of his desk. He moved himself up as she pulled out a bag of screws, a screw driver, and an extra piece of chalk. He watched her as she walked over and examined the chair.

~Meanwhile~

Sergeant Kain Fuery walked to his office doors thinking he was the only one there that early. He wasn't even paying attention until he rested his hand on the door knob and noticed it was locked. That's when he heard the voices of one certain colonel and lieutenant.

"Well, are you just going the sit there and stare or are you going to help me." Hawkeye's voice was slightly breathless, indicating that she had been exerting herself previously.

"What's there to help with right now? Just stick it in the hole and turn. "

"In case you didn't notice, Roy, it's not going in the hole."

Fuery's eyes grew when he heard his commanding officer groan and some shuffling. After a couple of grunts he heard more tussling and what could have been chalk scraping against the linoleum floor.

"There." Roy sounded satisfied with himself. 'Maybe proud is a better word,' Fuery thought.

"Give me your hand. Take some of this."

"Why'd you take so much"

"I didn't really have a choice, it all squirted out at me. It's on my shirt to."

"Your jacket will cover that up."

"I hope so."

He heard foot steps and the lock on the door clicking. He hesitated when he heard Roy speak again.

"We're not going to finish what we started?"

"No"

"Why"

"Because you broke the chair."

"I fixed it."

"Then it will stay fixed, won't it." After hearing the finality in her voice, Fuery determined that it was safe to venture in. He heard a small huff and a chair creak as he opened the door. His gaze roamed to the officers to see Hawkeye slipping her jacket on and Mustang working on some paperwork obviously trying not to watch her.

"G-good morning," he said, a slight blush gracing his greeted him grumpily and he received a smile from Riza. He smiled back slightly and sat at his desk. At least he won the most recent office pool. Or so he thought.

~What Fuery heard~

Riza stuck the screw and driver into the hole on the side of the chair and kept turning, and turning, and turning.

"Well are you going to just sit there and stare or are you going to help?"

"What's there to help with right now? Just stick it in the hole and turn."

"In case you didn't notice, Roy, it's not going in the hole." Roy groaned and moved off the desk replacing her in her spot on the floor. He twisted and turned the screw as well and after concluding that it was stripped he grabbed the piece of chalk that Riza pulled out for him. He scratched a transmutation circle on the floor, placed his materials inside, and set his hands on it. After his shiny blue light faded, he noticed that Riza had the bottle of hand sanitizer out and was furiously trying to rub it in her hands. Roy stood and lifted the chair up.

"There"

"Give me your hand," she said, grabbing it softly. "Take some of this."

"Why'd you take so much?" She glared at him, for what seemed like the millionth time that day.

"I didn't really have a choice, it all squirted out at me. It's on my shirt too."

"Your jacket will cover that up." he walked over to her and pulled her into his arms again but she pulled away and walked over to unlock the door.

"I hope so," she muttered.

"We're not going to finish what we started?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because you broke the chair." Roy frowned.

"I fixed it."

Riza picked up her jacket as Roy flopped down in his newly fixed chair.

"Then it will stay fixed, won't it?"

AN: Thanks for reading! Reviews very welcome here, they might stop Riza from shooting me next chapter.