AN: This was written for RoyAiWeek2015 prompt Telephone and took first place.

RoyAi Collection

Chapter 20

Tease

"Oh...hello Elizabeth." Roy Mustang pushed his chair away from his desk and leaned back with a smile on his face, completely ignoring the stares from the other officers in the room.

"Roy, how are you today?" Riza rolled her eyes as she got into position in the abandoned warehouse with her sniper rifle. She could just imagine the look on his face as he kicked back and twirled his finger around the phone cord and flirted, instead of tended to the mountain of paperwork she left him with. She adjusted the headset she was wearing so it wouldn't interfere with her rifle.

"Much better now that I get to hear your voice." Roy cooed.

She huffed. It had been less than thirty minutes since she left the office after he signed her vacation request. Thirty minutes. Sadly, he wasn't even having to try hard to have this conversation. "Shouldn't you be working?"

"Nah." Roy grinned and swiveled in his chair. "My Lieutenant is on vacation. No one here to ruin my fun."

"Is that so?" Riza she said and cleaned the lens on her scope. "Harsh is she?"

"God yes." Roy said and picked up a pen to start doodling on his paperwork instead of signing off on it. "You know me, Elizabeth, I'm a romantic."

Lieutenant Remington looked over at his co-worker, Sargent Mercer. They were the only two staff members left in the office today and this was what they were going to have to put up with? "Romantic? Is that what they call philandering bastard these days?"

"Lieutenant Hawkeye isn't even gone an hour and he's on the phone with a girl." Mercer whispered back. "How did this guy make Colonel?"

Riza had to smile. Yes, Roy was a romantic. There was no lie in that. She wondered how different their lives would be if he didn't have to keep their relationship secret and he could spoil and fawn over her like he wanted to. "Yes Roy, you are quite the romantic. I remember all those girls you stole from poor Lieutenant Havoc."

Roy frowned. "Well, it's hard to keep my mind off you if I don't have something to keep me occupied"

"So you dated other women?" Riza asked and listened to the tell tale squeak of his chair that signified he was now sitting up and thinking. "Why don't you try doing paperwork instead?"

"There is one thing I never did for them, that I always do for you." Roy said with a smirk.

Riza checked out the rooftops and re-calibrated her scope. "Stay out of the rain?"

He smiled and leaned back in his chair, toying with the pen again. "I never wear your favorite outfit for them."

"So help me God if he says a miniskirt..." Remington mumbled.

" Oh?" Riza paused and sighed. He was going to take full advantage of this phone call while he could. Poor Fuery was going to have to go to confession after he was done with this mission. If she didn't respond, he's drag it out until she say what he was looking for. "What are you wearing?"

Roy leaned back and ran his tongue over his lips, his smile unable to be contained. "Elizabeth, you naughty girl."

Riza had to stop what she was doing. The way he said it should have been illegal. His voice just dripped sexuality right across the phone line into her ear and made her body start to react more to him than her own command.

"I'm wearing that shoulder holster you love." Roy replied and heard her breath hitch on the other side of the phone line. "Russet leather, tapered straps, battle hardened piece in the holster just waiting to be whipped out. Ready to be cocked and fired, projectiles ready to penetrate the offender."

She hated how he could roll his 'R's and make it sound like he was rolling it in milk chocolate and toffee. It made her mouth water all the same. It made her mouth water all the same. Everything else he said she could typically brush off, but it was the way he said it that made her heart start to pound and her brain scream for more.

Roy stretched a little and closed his eyes. "A little tight though...it's starting to dig into my back a little. Maybe, you can kiss it and make it better later?"

Mercer fidgeted in his seat. "I'm trying not to listen, but damn his voice is ...making me uncomfortable."

"That just makes you human, Sargent." Remington sighed. "This is sadly the best phone sex I ever had."

"I know, right?" Mercer said and covered his face with his hand to hide his creeping blush of embarrassment. "Colonel Must-bang indeed."

Riza took a deep breath. What the hell did she say in response to that? "Maybe you should get back to work so you can get off..."

"Oh Elizabeth!" Roy said and made sure he added a very subtle moan after he said her name.

"Off work." She snapped and felt her cheeks flush as he replied with the most erotic 'mmmm...hmmmm' she had ever heard from him in her life. She really wished headquarters was in range because it was going to take a warning shot through his office window to put an end to this show.

"I need air." Mercer said and stood up to leave.

"Me too." Remington looked over and was about to inform his supervisor they were taking a break, but didn't want to interrupt. Their break was just going into the hallway and listening to Mustang's uncensored phone sexcapades. There was no use in denying it.

Roy used his pen to trace the outline of the holster through his uniform. He didn't even notice his two subordinates paused to watch the display before they shoved each other to the door. "Rubs me in some very tender places, this holster."

Riza swallowed hard and took a deep breath. He was on a roll...even though Fuery was listening and so were the two staff officers who had been temporarily assigned to the team to help get through paperwork now that so many of them were on vacation. "Roy."

"Wish it would stretch out just a bit..." Roy leaned back in the chair and rolled his pen between his fingers. "It's really tight when I get into it, pulls at my shirt and digs into my back...but loosens up a little when I work in it."

Mercer had to pull his fellow soldier from the room as soon as he saw the trickle of blood from his nose. "You have a nosebleed."

"I have more than that." Remington said and followed the Sargent out into the hallway. He dabbed at his nose as soon as they got into the hallway.

Riza closed her eyes. This could go on all day and she really needed to focus. "You should be careful, Roy."

"I make sure to keep my leather protected." Roy countered. "I rub it down with oil to keep it slick and functional."

She hated him sometimes. Smart...sexy bastard who always had an answer for everything! Two could play at this game though. "Oh? I heard that General Grumman once walked in on you during one of your phone calls to me back in East City."

Roy's smile faded and was replaced with a look of disgust as Riza mentioned her aging grandfather. "Well..."

"He told Lieutenant Catalina that you must have learned your phone etiquette from your Mom."

Roy sat up and put his pen down. Any fun he was having was coming to a quick end.

"The General said...the only difference was that you didn't charge for it." Riza grinned as she heard a disgruntled huff on the other end of the line. Playtime was over, at least for now.

"You're harsh Elizabeth." Roy mumbled and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had to concentrate on something else or the idea that his Mom and Grumman having erotic discussions was going to make him run to the bathroom to rid himself of his lunch.

"I hear that's how you like your women, Roy." Riza said and felt a presence behind her. "Hang on, I have a customer."

"Ok, enough about my Mom and her profession." Roy hissed. "Mood is ruined."

"Roy, I have...a customer." Riza repeated and turned to look at the man behind her with the unsettling grin.

"Elizabeth?" Roy dropped his pen and stood up. He pushed his ear to the phone, as if that was going to help him hear more from the phone line. "Elizabeth! What's going on?"

Riza's eyes went wide as the large man rushed her and she managed to get off a shot before he had his hand on her throat and the rifle went flying. She heard Roy's panicked voice on the headset it was pulled from her head and thrown away. His voice becoming more distant as the earpiece arched through the air and hit the wall, at the same time that the hand on her throat began to choke off her oxygen.

Mercer and Remington weren't surprised when Colonel Mustang flew out of the office and ran towards the stairwell on his way out of the building. They were surprised he managed to last that long as they were having a hard time coping with the second hand teasing themselves. Remington finally managed to say, "Lucky woman."