Boom!

Disclaimer: Why do I have to do this! I do not own, or ever will own, Full Metal Alchemist or the characters

Pairing: RoyxRiza

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Get fire too close to gun powder, and it's bound to explode.

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It was a normal day at work. Havoc was whining about losing his girlfriend, Roy was slacking, and Riza was keeping him in line by the occasional shots that wiz centimeters past his temple. Roy always hated when she shot at him, and he hated more that he had more paperwork to sort through because of bills for using so much ammunition. But whenever he would complain, she would say it was his fault to begin with for slacking off, and with a aimed shot he quickly got back to work.

They were working late again, slowly everyone else filed out of the office but Riza and Roy, busily signing and writing reports. Silence passed the late hours, Roy would pretend to work while Riza did, and at times like this he would just watch her, the way she rubbed her temples, the severe focus of her amber eyes at her assignment, getting it done and piling it on his desk to sign. Then she would return to her desk and work some more, the same, methodic patterns, somehow still capturing his interest. Either he was incredibly bored or it was because she was the one moving, her gestures never ceasing to be graceful. Her fingers lightly caressing a random piece of paper, staring intently at the contents and this left Roy with one of the scariest thoughts he ever had. He wished he was the paperwork. But he quickly jolted out of such an evil thought, shivering in hatred. Who in their right mind would want to be paperwork? I must be sick… Very sick. Maybe Lt. Hawkeye will let me get away with a nap. Yes, a nice nap, with pleasant dreams, that do not involve paper work…

"Sir, is something wrong?" Hawkeye looked at the Colonel, a usual stoic look upon her face. "You have been rocking yourself and muttering something about paperwork."

Roy immediately jerked out of the fetal position and stood up, straightening his jacket.

This is my chance, to make my move, and to get out of paperwork.

"Oh, Lt. Hawkeye, I am starting to get tired of all this work, how about we take a break? Get some water perhaps? I won't take no for an answer." Roy started to turn on his charm, looking into her still amber eyes.

"Whatever you say, Sir." She said with a sigh, lifting herself from the small desk chair. It was odd being on her legs again after a whole day of sitting and writing, so for a while she had an odd waddle, but it didn't last long enough for Roy to notice. She knew he was making an advance on her, and she would let it slide, for now. But this would be noted for future reference, incase he decided to take one too many water breaks. He followed her out, and they both headed to the main room where the fountain was. Hawkeye took a uniform sip, bending over only to fuel the Colonel's active imagination. After a few gulps of the rusty old fountain, she stood strait, only to have Roy pin her to the nearby wall.

"Oh, you have some water on your lips, Lieutenant; let me take care of that for you." He quickly pressed his thirsty lips to hers, the softness pleasantly surprising him. Riza let out a few angry noises, twisting her wrists, but Roy was smart, and had grabbed her by her wrists, so she couldn't reach that blasted gun, with much ease anyway. Riza's eyes were firing their own bullets into his skull though, but slowly she found it harder and harder to struggle, because the kiss was making her knees weak, and her head spin.

How long can he hold his breath anyways? She wondered to herself, her eyes, by their own will, slowly closing, and her lips faintly pressing back. She would never tell Colonel Mustang that it was her first kiss, that would be embarrassing for a woman of her age, but for a first kiss she had to admit it wasn't that bad. Finally he pulled away, leaving her gasping for air, his eyes following the rise and fall of her chest, or more like her breasts, he would take a gamble and say they were a size C, but with the progress he was making, he figured he could find out before the night was over. Riza noticed this, and while a small part of her wanted to shoot him until he rivaled Swiss cheese, the other part was caving hopelessly into his charms. But she wasn't one to be dominated. This time she moved first, her lips pressing fiercely to his, his arms releasing her wrists in surprise.

So forward, Riza. This will be fun. He mused to himself, his arms snaking around her waist as his tongue licked her lips, bidding entrance to the sweet grotto. She let him in, and once she figured he had enough time to himself, her tongue pushed his back, dueling for dominance as they sank to the floor. His hand swiftly undid the clip, and her blonde locks slid over her shoulders, as he began to pleasure himself with playing with her soft, silken hair. Riza, already delving into his neck, gave a soft moan right next to Roy's ear, causing a firm force to suddenly press against her thigh. Riza thought she was going to explode, the sensation of his hot skin under her lips, the softness of his as he nibbled her ear playfully, tugging on each sensitive nerve sending sparks to her already smoldering brain. Her voice of logic began to fade, burning away because of the Colonel's forward hands reaching now up her torso to undo her suffocating jacket.

"Colonel, did you spike the water?" She gasped out, her hands trembling on his firm shoulders. It was too much at once, and so quickly, she had to be drunk, or under the influence of something other then Roy Mustang.

"No Riza, why do ask? Such a dirty handed trick, you hurt me." He said playfully.

Thank God. Was all she could think, pulling away. The officer's smart remark had helped her regain her senses, and remember were her gun was. She quickly grabbed it and pressed it to his temple, still trembling and gasping from the heat of the moment.

"Not today, Sir. We have work to do." But her face wasn't stoic, it was tired and relieved, as she slouched straddling over him. "Now button up my jacket, please." Roy sighed and raised his hands in surrender, slowly re-buttoning the work he had tried so hard to accomplish. But as his hands got close to her breasts, he gave them a quick and playful squeeze before continuing upwards. Riza glared angrily at him, but let him finish, rewarding him with a peck before she stood up.

"Lt. Hawkeye, do we really have to work now? We have all night." Roy said suggestively, putting on his best puppy dog pout.

BANG!

"Sir, I live with a dog, that will not work." She had picked up her clip and had replaced her hair in its normal position, pinned neatly to the back of her head. Roy groaned and got up, sulking to the office and retaking his seat at his desk. Riza swiftly took a seat and reloaded her pistol. "Back to work, Sir."

Roy let out another groan and picked up the vile pen that was lying abandoned on his papers, and slowly he willed himself to write again. This lasted about twenty minutes, and then he set it down again, turning to his subordinate, with an oddly happy smirk on his face.

He was right. She was a C.

END

Authors Note: Just a random idea that popped into my brain, wherever it is. I didn't even know I had one… Anyways, I wanted to practice make out scenes, because I have never done them before, so ta da! It probably sucks, but hey, I haven't even made out with a guy yet, so I don't have the benefit of experience like some do. So anyways, enjoy! Sayonara!

Gabby the Great