Author's note: I do not own FMA or its characters. I also do not own the song titles.

The Big Set – An Impulsive Dance

It was the wistful little curl of her lips that did it. The whole thing was ridiculous. General Artus was probably senile; he was eighty-three after all. Honestly, what kind of military function played folk music? She had been watching the dancers when Roy glanced over his shoulder with this little wisp of a smile on her lips. And he just couldn't help it. It didn't matter that her purpose there that evening was to be his bodyguard and driver. As soon as the current dance ended, he surrendered his partner to a waiting officer and walked over to his lieutenant, pulling her onto the dance floor before she had a chance to protest, which of course she did.

"Sir! This is--"

"You looked like you really wanted to dance."

And then they were too busy with the dance, ladies' chain then right hand star followed by a balance and swing, for any further conversation. It's silly and stupid of him, he knows, but the look on her face now, slightly flushed and breathless from exertion with one of her rare genuine smiles, was worth any problems it caused.