Typing

Sounds of clicking keys echoed around the otherwise silent room as flesh and metal fingers quickly typed out the report that his superior was forcing to write. It was afternoon and daylight brightly filtered in to Roy Mustang's office in the East City military base.

"Damn, Colonel. I hope you're happy that you spoiled my afternoon."

"Edward, that hurts. I would think that you would be happy to spend some quality time with me. It's been weeks. Besides, it's not like you would have done much anyways. What were you planning to do? Go the library?"

"Are you saying there's something wrong with the lib-"

Roy cut him off. "Besides, I'm sure you can sacrifice one day to actually do your job."

Ed sighed.

"Okay, first of all, Roy I love you and everything but doing useless reports still is a complete waste a time no matter whose presence I do it in. Second, it's not like you work so agonizingly hard." said Edward, indicating the rather large stack of papers adorning Roy's desk.

Roy just smirked.

"I'm surprised you can see it from over there."

"Just because I'm a bit undersized doesn't mean I'm blind, Mustang." Edward bit out from the couch.

Roy's eyes widened with feigned surprise. "You're admitting you that you're short?"

The sound that left Ed's mouth could most definitely be counted as a growl.

"Don't call me short!"

Roy continued to smirk.

Silence reigned and again the only sounds were of typing. And it was rather distracting. At least, Roy thought so. It was rather hypnotizing watching him. Ed typed very fast and without error, only pausing to adjust the typewriter. Roy would have never thought someone with an automail arm would type with such grace. But then again, Fullmetal was full of surprises.

"So, Edward… Who taught you how to type?"

Ed looked up from the typewriter.

"Hawkeye taught me."

Roy blinked. "When was this?"

"About when I was twelve," Ed paused adjusting the typewriter so he could type the next line. "It was after I became a State Alchemist." Edward smiled at the memory. "It was my first report. I didn't even own a typewriter and was at the Central library using one of theirs. She had come to look for some book or records or something. I think it was actually for you or some case she was working on."

Roy made a mental note of that.

"So what happened?"

"She saw my struggling with it and took pity on me so she decided to teach me how to type."

"In just one afternoon?" Roy arched a brow.

"No, we met for two or three weeks for lessons. She would give me assignments so I could practice."

Roy felt a twinge of jealousy that his subordinate was able to spend so much time with his short blond love even though said love was only twelve at the time.

"So you spent a lot of time together, then?"

Ed grinned. "You jealous, Roy?"

The Flame just rolled his eyes as Ed stood with dramatic flourish and walked to Roy's desk and handed the Colonel his report.

"There you go, you bastard. I'll see you later."

"Aw, you're not going to reassure me of your love?" Roy said with an overly dramatic pout.

Ed scoffed. "If I needed to reassure you about something that happened when I was twelve then our relationship must really be pathetic." Though that statement didn't keep Ed from leaning over and pecking Roy lightly on the lips.

"That wasn't reassurance?" Roy asked lightly.

"It's the pout. It's sexy." Ed grinned. "See you tonight."

With that the Fullmetal Alchemist pivoted and left the Flame Colonel's office to its previous peace. Roy sat gazing at his paperwork for several minutes until Hawkeye came in to add more of the papers from hell.

"Here, sir."

"Just what I needed… More fuel for the fire." After noticing Riza's glare, Roy quickly added. "Figuratively not literally."

Her gaze softened and she turned to leave.

"Lieutenant?"

"Yes, sir?" She respectfully turned around to face him again.

"Why were you at the library when Ed was typing his first report three years ago? As I recall you called in sick that day." He knew she would remember. Hawkeye rarely took time off from work.

Riza's eyes widened slightly and then smiled.

"I was looking for reading material so I could actually get something done during my sick leave. "

"And you helped him because?"

"Respectfully, sir, what if you had come across him in the same situation? He was young. I knew Edward needed help and at that time I could help him and I was one of the few people he would accept the help from. How couldn't I have helped him?" Riza said all this without backing down from her superior's gaze.

"And?"

"And I was glad to give it, sir." She said looking at Roy meaningfully.

The two shared the feeling of understanding before Riza left Roy's office, leaving him to begin work on the stack of papers on his desk. As he picked up the first packet, Roy realized how lucky he was to have someone who would support not only him but his loved ones, as well.

Owari

Author's Note

Well, this one is certainly fluffier then my last story, though I guess it carries a similar theme. Slightly cheesy ending. I was inspired to write this during my BCIS class lol ;).

Please REVIEW! My other story is pathetic… so far my it has only three reviews yet 107 people have looked at it insert shameless plug… I really would like to your thoughts or ideas about them. So again PLEASE REVIEW!

-Sayu