Title: Closet
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist
Characters: Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye
Theme: #8—Indivisible
Warnings/Ratings: G
Synopsis: How they got there…the world will never know…
Riza had never been this close to a man before. She couldn't pull away from his grasp. His muscular arm was wrapped around her waist and Riza was surprised at just how well it fit there, 'Like it belongs,' she thought. His other arm was by her head, supporting his body as he pressed into her. His face was so close she could make out the bliss in his eyes at their proximity.
Frankly, Roy couldn't be happier that Riza was under him; although her ever present frown was still there it was complimented by a deep blush. He adjusted himself; which ended up bringing his face inches from her nose, "Better?"
"Roy Mustang! If you don't get us out of this closet this instant I will personally see to it that you are demoted to a Private," Riza protested.
Roy chuckled, "I told you…not until you kiss me."
Riza avoided his eyes and then sighed in resignation. She leaned forward and…
…using a gun from her belt blasted the door open from behind Roy. Unfortunately Roy had not anticipated this and the sound of the gun going off caused him to stumble backwards in shock. He reached out for Riza as he fell and the two tumbled back together. Riza landed on top of Roy on the hard tiled floor. Her lips were pressed firmly to Roy's. After a moment that seemed to last for forever and a mere nanosecond all at once, Riza pulled up and Roy couldn't help but smile.