Drabble #52: Hairclip

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A slender feminine hand reached out from under the black sheets and landed on top of the alarm clock, switching it off. The blonde yawned and stretched out on the bed, glancing over at the figure lying next to her. The dark haired man still slept peacefully, slight smile on his lips.

Riza Hawkeye was used to waking up in the early hours of the morning, but this morning she was unusually tired. Of course, Roy had kept her up late last night, so that could be contributing to it. With a sigh she pushed the covers off of her and climbed out of the bed.

She sauntered out of the bedroom, down the hall toward the kitchen, feeling slightly chilly in her white nightgown that didn't even reach halfway to her knees. Fifteen minutes later she sat comfortably at the small kitchen table sipping her morning cup of lemon tea. She held the mug with both hands, closed her eyes and lifted the hot tea closer to her face, cherishing the warmth if gave off. When she had finished her second mug (something she only had when she felt she needed that extra push) she rinsed out the mug in the sink. Then she started the coffee maker. She never drank the stuff, but by the time it was ready to drink she'd have to get Roy up and out of bed, and he was a big coffee drinker. Speaking of Roy…

She shuffled her slipper-clad feet over to the doorway of the kitchen and peered down the hallway into the bedroom. Roy was still sleeping soundlessly. Sometimes she was amazed by his ability to sleep. She was sure that if left to his own devices he'd sleep until noon every day and then only show up to work on days he felt like getting all cleaned up and dressed in his uniform. It was a good thing he wasn't left to his own devices then, right? But Riza indulged him in the morning and let him sleep later than she did… In other words she gave up on trying to wake him up. It was useless to even try before 7am, and even that was pushing it.

Crossing the hall to the bathroom, Riza turned the knobs in the shower to her preferred temperature and then grabbed a towel from the small linens closet near the door. She set the towel down on the towel rack and stripped out of her nightgown and slippers, then climbed into the waiting tub. When she was finished showering and drying off, she wrapped the towel around her body and tucked the top into itself so that she could let go without it falling to the floor. She slipped her feet back into her slippers and approached the mirror above the sink. Taking her comb, she gently worked the tangles out of her hair until it was all smooth and well groomed.

She left the bathroom and entered the bedroom. Still sleeping like a baby, she thought after looking at Roy on the bed. He had taken advantage of her leaving and wrapped himself into a cocoon of blankets. She had to admit that it was adorable, and she smiled gently as she opened the closet door and reached to the back for a clean, freshly pressed uniform still hanging in the bag from the dry cleaners. Having gathered her things she returned to the bathroom.

Riza dressed in silence and made sure she looked clean cut in the full length mirror on the back of the door. She then applied a small amount of make up. While she wasn't some girly-girl, she was still female and did like to look presentable, and to do that she did need some concealer, powder, and lip gloss, but that was all she ever used. Nice and simple. And unless you saw her apply it with your own eyes, you'd probably doubt it was even there.

Next she reached up to the top of the mirror above the sink where she always put her brown hairclip at night, but felt nothing. Her features shifted to confusion as she groped around, but still she didn't find it. Odd… She was a creature of habit, and she always put the clip up there. Standing on tippy-toes to get a better look she confirmed her suspicions… The clip was not there.

She looked around the bathroom, trying to see if she had lost her mind and put it somewhere else last night. Nothing. Her eyes scanned the floor around the sink. Had it fallen? Not likely. She entered the bedroom.

"Roy," she called. No response. "Roy," she tried again, "Do you know where I put my hairclip last night? I can't find it…" She searched the top of the dresser by the bed and was now sifting through the drawers. Nothing! It was safe to say that she was getting rather upset. This had never happened before, she was always so organized. And Roy was being no help to her at all. "Let's go, Roy. You should get up now anyway, it's 7:30." She looked over at him from her spot by the bed. Surprisingly he was already awake. Even more surprising was the smile on his lips as he toyed with the object in his hands. Her hairclip!

"Looking for this?" he asked, obviously amused and enjoying himself. His voice was low and raspy, having been used for the first time since last night. Riza fixed him with a glare.

"Roy, how did you get my clip?" His smirk widened as he lay on his back in the bed, fingering the hairclip with both his hands above his face.

"I took it last night and hid it over here."

"Why?" Riza asked, exasperated and annoyed. She held her hand out to him, silently requesting for its safe return into her possession. Roy just looked at her and shook his head.

"Come get it."

"I don't have time for this!"

"Then I guess you have to go to work with your hair down," he replied simply. Riza shifted her weight looking very angry with these games he was playing. She couldn't go to work with her hair down and he knew it. Not only was it a dress code violation –Females with long hair must wear their hair up in a style that prevents any of it from touching the back collar- but it would also destroy the image she worked so hard to build around the office. No, she needed that hairclip.

Riza placed one knee on the edge of the bed, followed by the other, as she crawled over to Roy in the center. Roy watched her and as she reached out to grab it from him he pulled it over his head out of her reach. She gave him that look of hers again that meant death to all that crossed her and shifted a little closer, leaned over him and reached out farther for it. He pulled it away again and just as she was about to shout her protest, his other arm wrapped around her waist pulling her flat against him. She struggled as he flipped over, switching positions with her. Roy smirked down at her as her cheeks flushed.

"Roy, get off of me."

"No." He started gently kissing under her chin, pushing the collar of her uniform away to give him access to her neck.

"We don't have time for this."

"We have an hour and a half…"

"Work starts at 8, Roy, even if you don't show up until 9!" She protested but she wasn't struggling or trying to get away. He laughed into her shoulder.

"I know. I set your alarm clock ahead an hour last night…"

"You… What?"

"It's only 6:30."

"ROY MUSTANG HOW DARE – " he cut off her yelling by pressing his lips to hers. She silenced in the kiss, and soon returned it. Roy deepened it and let his hands begin to roam before he broke the contact and looked down into the blushing blonde's eyes. He shifted his weight above her, bringing his hand in between them and showing her the hairclip. She reached out and took it from him, this time meeting no resistance. She looked down at the clip she wanted so badly only moments before and smiled. Then she reached her arm out and placed the clip gently on the surface of the nightstand, where it would hopefully remain. Roy chuckled as she placed her hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down into another passionate kiss.

-Fin

Authors Notes: All of your reviews inspired me to actually update within a reasonable amount of time (Even though it probably completely sucks). See, Reviews are wonderful things, Give me more. XD I just got reminded of that sludge demon in Miyazaki's Spirited Away, "Feeed meeeee!" -Little green frog man comes hopping down the hallway- "Here comes the rich man! He's very very rich! His butt keeps betting bigger so there's more of it to kiss!" Oh… I amuse myself…

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C.A.M.E.O.1. and Only: Men are SOOO weaker than women! Sure they might be physically stronger, but women have that scary Maternal Instinct thing where they can kick anyone's if it's to protect a loved one. I know, I've experienced it myself. Women are mentally stronger as well, and you know what they say "The Pen is mightier than the Sword" Wait… That saying has nothing to do with this… Oh well, you get my point. When I was younger I was a huge chess buff and I always used to say that proof that women were more powerful than men was right in the game as old as time. The King is useless. It can only move one space at a time and often sits unmoved behind its Pawns and Rooks. The Queen, however, is the most powerful piece on the board, and most valued. It can move in any direction and as many spaces as it wants… I actually posted this story just so that I could answer your review… Wait… Was that the plan? To trick me into updating faster? You're a tricky person, you are!

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