I don't own them… #32 Shirt
The evening had been one of the most wonderful in her entire life. She had gotten her colonel to finish his paperwork at a decent hour and gotten everyone else out of the office before dark. His excuse of not finishing his work was a feeble one, but everyone bought it every single day. As she lay on the couch in his office, her body in a state of bliss and her mind equally as fogged, she sat up a little and sighed. He looked peaceful, his head resting on her flat stomach comfortably; she pulled herself away from his near-naked body and stood up, her legs feeling like jelly. She tiptoed to the bathroom in his office; as she passed the mirror she got a glimpse of her appearance. Her hair was down and unbrushed and she wore nothing underneath the button up shirt she had slipped on before getting up. 'I like this shirt… I think I'll keep it for my own.' She thought as she went back to the couch to wake up her lover. They began dressing, the forbidden acts they did at night had to be concealed with extreme attention to detail. Roy pulled on all his clothing and looked around for his white shirt, spotting it still on Riza.
"Can I have that back?" He asked walking closer to her and wrapping her in his arms.
"No; it's my fee for the pleasure I give you." She said as she laughed, kissing his lips one last time before leaving. They parted ways under the street lamp like usual and went their own directions to their apartments. Riza collapsed in her soft bed wearing nothing but the shirt again, her dreams filled with the desires and lust she could only control for a certain amount of time. Namely, until she could get everyone out of the office the next night.