"Lieutenant. Do you know how 'fine' you look today?" Roy asked, putting his pen down and leaning on his hand looking across the room at Hawkeye.
"Sir, do you know what typically happens to men who have a 'playboy' state of mind?" Hawkeye asked, not once lifting her head, and continued to do her paperwork.
"They capture the heart of girls like you, lieutenant?" Roy smiled, not taking his eyes of his golden haired subordinate. He stood up and walked over to Hawkeye's desk, unannounced to her.
"Wrong, sir. They die a painful death with hundreds of bullet wounds. Especially if they try this sort of thing at a time of 2400h." Hawkeye said, lifting her head slightly to look at her watch, then over at Roy's desk. He wasn't their and she arched an eyebrow. Roy slipped his arms around Hawkeye's waist and she blushed a whole new shade of red.
"You wouldn't kill me, lieutenant. You just talk the talk." He smirked with tons of playfulness in his face and voice.
"Sir? Are you ...flirting with me?" She stuttered, a little shaken by his actions.
"Why Lt. Hawkeye. Who wouldn't want to flirt with you?" Roy asked, still playfully. Hawkeye didn't move. She just stared straight ahead at the opposite wall.
'I can reach my gun, I could easily shoot his testosterone factory right off, yet he still flirts?' Hawkeye thought to herself as she felt her face blush a new shade of red. 'Why...why aren't I shooting him?'
Roy removed one arm from around her waist and unclipped her hair, allowing the long golden waves to fall gracefully down her back. He ran his fingers through it gracefully and smoothly.
"Sir?" She stuttered as she dropped the pen she was holding. 'Grab your gun idiot. Grab it and shoot him!' Her brain was yelling orders at her. 'Don't shoot him. Turn around and embrace him. Kiss him.' Her heart was contradicting her brain.
Hawkeye was beginning to feel weak as her heart and brain fought over what she should do. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest and her head was starting to ache. Roy then moved his hand from her hair and placed it on the arm rest of her chair and spun her around to face him.
"Lieutenant?" You mimicked Hawkeye, his face wasn't the usual perverted playfulness she noticed. His expressions were the same, yet...different. Like he wasn't just acting on impulse, but by heart instead. Within a blink, Roy bent down and placed his lips firmly against that of Hawkeye's. Hawkeye just stared wide-eyed as Roy kissed her. 'Pull away!' Her brain shouted. 'No. Move in for the kill.' Her hear ordered. 'Shut up!' Her conscience yelled at both as Hawkeye felt her body turn into jelly. What she did next, shocked herself, her brain, her heart and her conscience all at once. She launched herself off her chair and fell right into Roy's arms which wrapped around her body.
"Lieutenant! Didn't know you had it in you." Roy smiled as he backed into the wall, not refusing the offer, but only turning the situation into his control.
"Shut up. Less talk, more action." Hawkeye stated, then added "Sir." As Roy pulled her to the floor and rolled atop of her, hitting the light switch with a snap of his fingers as he did so.
"Yes ma'am." Roy replied as he proceeded to remove the bulky blue uniform jacket from his 'fallen' subordinate, not removing his lips from hers.
About six hours later..., Roy was standing behind his desk straightening his jacket. He patted down his hair and did his best to cover up his appearance of what just happened. Hawkeye came walking into the office, her once ruffled hair now neatly clipped back behind her head and her black tank top neatly pressed.
"Your jacket, lieutenant." Roy smiled and handed her jacket from the coat rack. He looked at his watch and relised it was 6:30 am. Hawkeye also looked at her watch and relised the time. She put her coat on and walked closer to him. She licked her finger and smoothed out a stray piece of hair that was sticking out in the back of his head. She grabbed her gun which was on the floor next to Roy's chair and placed it back into it's holster. (Roy's idea of safe sex, no gun for Hawkeye)
"Coffee, sir?" She smiled playfully and he agreed.
"When I return, sir, I expect to see you completing your paperwork. Wouldn't want to stay late again would we?" Hawkeye left the office and began to make coffee in the break room. Roy smiled. 'Paperwork? Who wants to do paperwork when I get punished like that?' He thought to himself as his subordinate Lieutenant Jean Havoc arrived for work and stopped in his office to say good morning.
When Havoc left, Hawkeye returned with a cup of coffee for Roy and a cup of tea for herself. Roy smiled as he watched Hawkeye button up her jacket and then smooth out all the rough edges in her uniform. 'I think late nights are going to become a habit for me.' He smiled as he sat down behind his desk. Hawkeye sat behind hers and tried to concentrate on her work.
"Sir, you should be working on your paperwork" Hawkeye said as Roy looked up and saw not a gun barrel but a playful look on her face.
"Lt. Hawkeye, I really don't feel too good. In fact I think I have a terrible disease that reacts to touching paperwork." Roy smiled. Just then, Lieutenant Kain Fuery entered to say good morning.
"If you value your life, please continue your paperwork." Hawkeye stated coldly and then added, "Sir." Fuery gulped, then exited the room. Hawkeye smiled and Roy smiled back as they began working.
A/N- Come one people. You know this is exactly what they do when the cameras are shut off and no one is watching. All those late night 'paperwork' nights. Come one. Please R&R. Constructive criticism accepted. No flames (That's Roy's job)
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