Interruption by RW Grimm

Roy wondered if he should turn Havoc into a living cigarette, or if he should let Riza pump him full of bullets.

Anything to wipe that perverted smirk off his face. Roy could understand why his second lieutenant had that expression, but that didn't mean he should.

As severely as Havoc would be punished, Roy feared his would be worse. He was supposed to have locked the door, which he didn't.

But really, the chances of anyone coming into his office at this hour had been slim. Roy had better chances of getting struck by lighting than someone walking in on them. He quickly concluded not to go outside when it was stormy for a while.

Riza had never been so embarrassed in her life. Desperately she avoided Havoc's gaze as she scanned the office for her clothing, scattered all over the place. How had they gotten so far away? Did they shoot their uniforms out of a cannon after ripping them off their bodies?

She wanted to get her troublesome clothes, but the only things covering her were a miniskirt and Roy's strategically placed hands rapped around her.

"Second Lieutenant Havoc," Roy growled.

The cigarette plopped out of his mouth. "Yes sir?"

"You have until we get dressed, then we're going to hunt you down like an animal,"

"Excuse me sir?"

"You heard him!" Riza snapped. "Havoc season is now open!"

END