Colonel Roy Mustang, despised paperwork. The only thing was doing paperwork, when everyone else had left. It was really no fun at all and he never actually finished anything, anyway.
Some nights, First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye would be there with him. Which could be argued whether or not it was a good or bad thing. Good because, he had company; bad because that she made sure he did his work. Every single boring detail of it.
Some nights, he was alone with just the paperwork as company. Those nights were always the longest with and it seemed like he got nothing done those nights.
Sometimes, he brought the paperwork home thinking he would get more work do there. However, that never was the case. Sometimes, there was just too many distractions and it seemed no matter where he went he would always find something to deter him from his work.
Which was why, Roy never told Lieutenant Hawkeye that he brought paperwork home with him. She would probably give him some lecture on how paperwork belong to the office and how there would be distractions at home everywhere. Then of course, he would be tempted to tell her, that there was a distraction everywhere. He could just imagine the glare she would give him.
However, there was one distraction he didn't mind. Even though compared to the other distractions, it was the worst at distracting him from the paperwork.
The distraction wasn't always there. Every so often, the distraction would present itself and if Roy attempted to ignore the disturbance, it would sit there and pout. Not to mention whine and complain enough to drive anyone insane, if it was in the mood. Or he could simply to simply agree with the diversion. Which really wouldn't help with the paper work.
Yet, no matter how much Roy would say he wouldn't let the distraction get to him, it did. Every single flipping time. No matter, what Roy did, it seemed to succeed.
It seemed that every single time, Major Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist, was in town and Roy was alone, the blond would sneak into the Colonel's office while he was working and sit on the older man's lap.
And no matter how many times Roy would tell him told him to get up or leave Edward refused, only clinging tighter to Roy causing his work to halt. Edward just clings tighter, causing Roy to get no work done at all. Roy wondered if Fullmetal did it on purpose. Roy wouldn't be surprise if it was routine for Edward.
Edward always sat in the same position. His head rested on the Colonel's shoulder and his legs on either side of Roy's hips. His metal arm around Roy's neck for support and his human hand fisted in Roy's white shirt, he worn under the uniform.
Whenever Roy put forth a complaint, Ed would press his lips against Roy's neck complaints would always stop. Somehow Roy was sure Ed knew this and used it to his advantage, like it was a secret weapon.
Roy found he didn't mind.
