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"You know I'm not going to get any work done with you sitting there."

"So?"

Roy Mustang sighed. "If I want to live through to the weekend, I have to finish all this before lunch. Which," He paused to glance at the clock. "Starts in half an hour."

The blond sitting on his desk shrugged. "You aren't going to finish anyway, might as well get something done."

"I'm sitting in my office at eleven thirty am on a Wednesday afternoon Fullmetal; there isn't much else to do besides paperwork."

Edward rolled his eyes and reached out and grabbed the Colonel's collar with one hand, dragging the unresisting alchemist towards him. Leaning down himself to press their lips together, Ed closed his eyes.

Suddenly, he was pushing Mustang away with one hand, pulling himself back upright with the other, his eyes snapping open again. Moving at a speed not previously considered possible for the average human (there was nothing average about Edward Elric), he somehow managed to cross his arms and get a menacing scowl on his face before Hawkeye walked in, closely followed by another soldier, complete with a Colonel's bars on his shoulders.

Hawkeye gave them a faintly disapproving look when she noticed their proximity before announcing the other man. "Taisa Thomas Carter here for your meeting sir."

The fake scowl on Ed's face quickly turned into a real one when he realized this meant he would have to leave. Jumping down from the desk, and ignoring Roy's smirk at the fact that he actually had to jump, Ed gave him a mock salute. "You could have warned me." He muttered under his breath, quietly enough that only Roy could hear him.

"Yes, but isn't it more fun this way?" He said back, getting to his feet as well. Hawkeye, being sharp as she was, caught this, and gave Roy a rather well deserved glare.

To his credit he barely even twitched when Ed stomped on his left foot on his way by.

Colonel Carter thanked Hawkeye as she and Ed left the room, the look on her face promising probably uncalled for amounts of pain for the young alchemist.

Even as the blast proof, fire proof, and, most importantly, bullet proof, door closed behind them Roy could hear Ed's pleading explanations, done in the rather apologetic tone people always seemed to acquire when attempting to placate the First Lieutenant.

When the following screams and gun shots resounded through the room, Mustang had to fight to keep the grin off of his face.

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