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Where Riza's Bed Is His Only Option

"You really shouldn't procrastinate so much," Riza said while dragging a hopelessly tired Roy Mustang through an empty corridor. Fortunately, it was empty, most soldiers still eating lunch. She shoved him into the men's restrooms, waiting until he came back to give her a questioning glance. The coast was clear.

Havoc turned a corner just then, curiously seeing the boots of the first Lieutenant disappear in the men's bathroom. Raising a brow, he snuck down the hall.

"I don't procrastinate," Roy complained, "I set priorities," he defended himself. Meeting his reflection in the mirror, he shuddered momentarily. Sunken eyes stared back, darkly-rimmed and on the edge of bloodshot with the lack of sleep he had been enduring.

He hardly noticed her holding up his razor and shaving foam. Even though it was much needed, he could hardly imagine to be looking even worse with the bristles around his chin, merely regarding the utensils with an empty gaze. With a sharp sigh, she let them sink.

The shaving cream hissed where she sprayed a small heap onto her outstretched fingers. It was cool but not unpleasant when she started patting it along his jawbone.

"Why do you have to take a holiday now?" he lamented, watching her eyes as they focused on his face. They flashed up shortly to his but he was too exhausted to be intimidated by her warning, continuing to stare at her. "I need you here," he went on, "I'm drowning in work,"

"We've talked about this. I need to take a holiday sometime outside of missions," she lowered her voice, making Havoc's ears perk where he was noiselessly leaning against the wall outside. "If I don't, then I will be suspected every time I leave the office," she explained again.

Roy gave a grumble of discontent, reluctantly seeing her reasoning. With her fingertips under his chin, she gently tilted it to the side, running the blades through the foam.

"Can I sleep at your place tonight?" he asked, hindering her actions again and she pursed her lips, patiently waiting for him to stop talking.

"I just told you I'll be watched; they'll think we're conspiring if you show up," she argued. His breath warmly vented against her hand with which she cupped his jaw for it to stay in place. He had long given up on his own reflection, now turned to her, her face so close to his being everything that kept his eyes open.

"But I couldn't sleep at all last night and if I don't sleep again, I'll be caught napping at the office," he tried but she just prodded his chin to shut his mouth, shaving in small strokes beneath his lips. "I'll just say my apartment flooded," he bargained. She gave him a look.

"Like the other three times this week?" she retorted. Now both of Havoc's brows rose, the corner of his mouth tugging up into a one-sided smirk. It was only Thursday. "You can't keep on using the same excuses every time."

"You buy them,"

"No, I take pity," she huffed. "I choose to ignore your lack of creativity,"

"Which is why I'll sleep so much better with you, Riza,"

"Lieutenant," she corrected, averting her eyes from his to deny her light blush. Havoc almost snickered to himself, genuinely curious now, a tad disappointed by how she had changed topics.

"Not still Riza?" Roy asked with a slight pout.

"No, Sir, we're at work," she scolded and he sighed in defeat. So did she then, stepping away for him to wash his face. He did, if with a hint of hesitation, rather keeping his tired eyes on her.

Spotting a figure down the hall, Havoc quietly darted towards it.

"Sorry, the men's is busted," he shrugged to the officer.

"All of them?" the man asked, already annoyed at having to walk half the building for to find another restroom. The ones at the cafeteria were always full after lunch.

"The floor's completely underwater," Havoc lied, remembering his superior's made-up story for inspiration.

"Damnit," the officer grunted, turning on the heel. With relief, Havoc quickly snuck back to listen at the door. The running water had stopped, then there was a rustle, followed by what sounded like the clinking of keys.

"I'll keep them busy until seven at the latest," the Lieutenant was saying, "make sure to be there before I return in case I'm actually being tracked." she ordered. Roy hummed in merry understanding, almost like a child receiving a long-awaited present. Havoc would have liked to snort, perfectly able to picture the Colonel's broad smile, brightening the droopy eyes.

"You're a lifesaver,"

"No," she shook her head, eyes softening, "just yours,"

"Mine…" he stretched what she had meant but to Havoc's surprise, she did not correct him. He could not see their faces but the tone of her voice had told him a great deal about those loving gazes already.

"I'll be going now,"

"Why?" Roy immediately whined before she could finish. "You only have to distract after work when I leave," he grabbed her sleeve, halting her in her tracks. Another sigh, sharper again.

"My holiday technically started yesterday after work," she reminded, "I shouldn't be here to begin with," she emphasised. Havoc was beginning to fear to get caught with her building-up haste but it was just too interesting. And he had to stand guard, he told himself, knowing they were lucky it was him and not anyone else eavesdropping on what seemed to be more than a tad too intimate for a Colonel and his Lieutenant.

"I'll sneak some paperwork with me,"

"You do realise that I didn't plan on working during my days off," Riza put her hands on her hips. With a vague hum, Roy approached her, sliding his hands beneath hers to detach them from her hips, running further to enclose the small of her back, pulling her closer. Placing her hands on his chest, she was about to push him away, urgently glaring at him to snap out of private habits in the middle of East Headquarters. But the hint of a hum escaped her when his lips brushed her neck. He knew she would never let him kiss her properly in public.

At that sound – something he interpreted as an unsuccessfully muffled moan – Havoc had to see for himself. With one last glance down the corridor, he pushed off the wall. The door was ajar, yet not wide enough to reveal anything. He gave it a light nudge, and she must have heard, because when he caught sight of the more or less clandestine couple, Riza was shoving the Colonel away by his face.

"Havoc," she nearly shrieked and hissed at the same time. Her voice was a mess, so was her face, glowing in bright scarlet hues. Havoc had to grin, feeling rather save to do so with the Colonel's head still in the clouds – still trying to keep his first Lieutenant trapped in his arms. She grabbed his fingers behind her back, and he winced, forced to release her.

"I bought you some time but lunch is almost over," Havoc informed as if catching them close to snogging was a regular occurrence. The Colonel hardly digested the words, focusing on securing Riza's spare keys in the pocket of his trousers. She, on the other hand, heaved a sigh of relief.

"Would you do me a favour and check whether anyone's out?" she asked and Havoc nodded. He felt like leading some secret mission, spying for potential witnesses as he was tasked with escorting Hawkeye out without being seen. The uniform helped, not drawing any attention to her – something she must have planned all along to get in.

When there was no one about, not even as he had swiftly slid down the corridor to peek around the corner, Havoc returned to glance into the men's bathroom. As much as he had hoped for her to be out and ready, knowing their operation not to be easy with the number of staff present, he could not help but grin at being able to catch glimpses of his superiors' relationship behind closed doors – when feeling unwatched.

Having collapsed with his forehead on her shoulder, the Colonel seemed almost asleep. He was exhausted, yes, but right now, he looked more drained than overloaded with work. As if the lack of time at home weighed on him more than his job did, the deprivation of opportunities for social events having prompted him to seek every possible hour of affection from his first Lieutenant.

She stoically endured his clinginess, though soon enough, the pity she had spoken of shone through. One hand wrapped around his back, the other resting atop his in her collar buried head, gently stroking his hair. She allowed another moment to let him relax, looking more and more as if enjoying the peace herself when her head dropped to lean against his.

"Colonel," she softly said. A heartbeat passed, then he grunted in response. "I have to go now," she stressed, "Havoc will be here any mo-" she lifted and then turned her head to stare right into a gleefully – secretly touched – second Lieutenant's eyes. Abruptly, she pushed Mustang away from her.

"Right," Riza tugged on the hem of her uniform, pretending to be busy with it, "I'll be going now," she caught tired dark eyes. "Hurry up to the office; I'm sure Fuery brought some lunch for you," she soothed, and Havoc noticed the twitch of her hand towards her superior's face, the gesture freezing as she, too, became aware.

He had start imprinted into the skin of his forehead, not realising in the slightest.

Riza led the way more than she followed, steps brisk, cheeks still glowing. Havoc laughed most of the time, having calmed down once she had left the building without having been caught. His smirk did not leave, however, broadening once he re-entered the office, catching a soundly sleeping Colonel on his paperwork.