#91 Kiss

It was just another normal day in Central. Daylight filtered through the large-pane windows in Colonel Roy Mustang's office. Both Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye spent the vast majority of the day signing and reading over documents that fluttered into the small office.

The two decided to keep the door shut, erecting a semi-barrier from the noises of the surrounding offices, a somewhat unusual, yet not abnormal, sight. Something else was out of place in the office that day; a brown briefcase sat next to Mustangs mahogany desk.

"Here is the next set of paperwork you need to sign Colonel." Riza walked gracefully from behind her desk, as she'd done many times before. She never saw the bag lying next to Mustang's desk, and proceeded to catch her toe in the strap of the case, causing her balance to falter. Riza tried to stop her fall, bracing her body for the hard impact of a…body?

Her eyes shot open when she felt velvety lips pressed against hers, looking into onyx eyes that glimmered with surprise and shock.

Roy had placed his hands on Riza's cloth-covered shoulders to stop her fall. Riza pulled back, taking the hands that rested on his chest, and blinked her honey-glazed amber orbs, not knowing what to think or say.

"Are you alright, Hawkeye," Roy asked with concern, but he let a little bit of mischief seep into his words.

Riza stiffened her body when she replied, saluting, "Yes sir, everything's fine." She quickly placed the stack of papers on the one open space of his desk, and turned on her heels so she could return to her desk. Roy never saw her bring up a hand to touch her lips when she walked back to her desk.

"I guess I'll have to leave that briefcase out more often," Roy mumbled as he leaned back in his chair.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that sir."