Flammable
Disclaimer: I don't own Full Metal Alchemist. So stuff it lawyers.
Pairing: RoyxRiza
Riza sat quietly in the office, her eyes scanning her latest report for any typo's or misspelling, but it was perfect, as usual. The colonel gave a groan when she stacked her work and placed it on his desk, tapping her foot expectantly as his hand sluggishly started on the pile. Every one else had left, finished with their paperwork after working overtime, but the colonel was still scribbling his barely legible name on sheet after sheet of reports, inventories, investigations, whichever was the task of his battalion for the day.
Roy stretched his hand, which was cramping painfully. He grimaced and glared at the new pile the lieutenant had recently finished.
"You know, sometimes I think you want me to get no sleep."
"No, sir. Now stop complaining, the longer you whine the later we have to stay." Her words were short and sharp, making the colonel grimace again.
"Fine. Is this it?"
"Yes sir."
Roy groaned loudly and picked up the wretched pen again, lazily flying through the papers, too tired to even look at what he was signing. Hawkeye gave a sharp cough, glaring at the colonel as she drew her gun.
"Look at the documents sir."
Roy sat up and looked at her playfully. Picking up a random document on his desk, he squealed words that clearly wouldn't be found on an aqueduct maintenance document.
"Oh Roy, he is so handsome, his eyes are like pools of mystery, so dark and sparkly!"
Riza twitched. This was making her bullet finger itch.
"Oh if only I could catch his wonderful gaze, and have him kiss me! He is so hot, EEE!"
Riza lifted her gun and shot, the hot bullet flying past the dancing colonel's ear.
"Behave yourself sir, it is embarrassing to watch you." Riza said sharply, casually loading her gun with fresh bullets. The colonel was still standing still, his chest heaving and his eyes wide as he froze in a rather comical pose, to afraid to move.
"If you still wish to have children sir, I suggest you get back to work."
Roy found the sudden motivation to move and complete his work, Hawkeye watching him carefully as he finished his documents. After another hour, the stack was complete, and Hawkeye shortly carried the papers to the out bin, the colonel giving a sigh of victory as he placed the pen in its respective drawer. Hawkeye proceeded to pack up for the night, and Roy rubbed his sore hand, muttering to himself how when he became Furher he would get a stamp or at least someone else to forage his signature for him.
Hawkeye just shook her head and continued to lock up, rubbing her sore eyes for only a moment when two strong arms wrapped around her hips and held her close, Mustang's warm breath tickling her ear.
"So, my place or yours?" He whispered seductively gaining an unwilling moan out of the 1st lieutenant when his lips began to dance across her neck.
"Not here sir…" She managed out while her jacket fell to the floor, quickly followed by the colonel's.
"Don't be so cold Riza, no one is here. It's safer then your place considering how loud you can be."
Riza blushed at his and spun around, only to have her lips crushed by her lover in a fierce and needy kiss. She felt her knee's get weak as they always did, and her breath grow shallow like she always did when he touched her like this. It felt like swallowing fire as the warmth of her face traveled like wild fire down to her toes, the cold desk to her bare back gaining no notice while his hands burned all over her body. All she could do was collapse into his hands, her cold soul drawn to the bonfire of her lover. She secretly hated what he did to her, she didn't like being so helpless in sexual situations, but she caved into him as always, their passion searing the depths of her heart. It didn't matter that the desk was digging into her back with every movement of their bodies, or that her pens had scattered on to the bare floor. Her body was on fire, her mind fogged with the smoke and too suffocated to care. His breath, his skin, the way her hand seemed to fit into his so perfectly, intoxicated her mind as they made love.
Roy collapsed on top of her, his heartbeat slowing but still fast enough for Riza to feel it against her bare breast. Her hands roamed the sweaty mop of his hair, sighing deeply as she closed her eyes content, fully satisfied. Her body was still burning from her release, and her eyes still fogged with lustful smoke. But soon the cold night blew away the smoke and the flames, leaving only the bittersweet taste of their lovemaking in the back of her mouth, making it dry as ashes.
Finally Roy lifted himself and got dressed, Hawkeye obediently following, cleaning the pens off the floor and cleaning the desk of sweat and the smell of love. Hawkeye pinned up her hair again, and Roy attempted to fix his, fussing over the untamable mess. He got it to his satisfaction and turned to her.
She was frowning, knowing that they would return to their individual business and he would leave her cold again. Roy sighed and held her close, a single tear slipping from the stone faced Riza on to the floor.
"I want it to be different, I do. We just have to wait." Roy cooed, kissing the tears trail down her cheek.
"I know sir." Hawkeye said softly, giving a soft squeeze before pulling away.
"Next time sir; let's go to your place. That desk is painful." Roy laughed at the blushing lieutenant giving her a short peck on the lips.
"I'll remember that."
He held out his hand, his laughter dancing across his onyx eyes. She gave a small smile and took it, as they left the office together into the darkness of the night.
END
Authors Note: My God, Riza is so OOC --; Oh well, I did my best. SMUTTYNESS! Woot... anyways, fan mail time!
pandarocks: Only someone trained in literary analysis can se it, and even then it is sort of vague, so I'll explain. Ed and Winry were starting to get together (sort of, young love, you know) but then his mother dies. The tragedy thereafter is the witch, who tricks the prince (Ed) and blinds him. Ed is so blinded by trying to get the Philosophers Stone he misses Winry who is waiting right there for him. I don't blame you for not seeing it, it's hard to spot.
That's it for now! Sayonara!
Wearer of the viking hat,
Gabby the Great