Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever or have ever owned Full Metal Alchemist
--- Not Here ---
Soldiers all stood at attention as the General made an announcement. A breeze blew by and Riza rested her hands on her skirt, preventing it from blowing up. After the wind died down, she felt her skirt hem rise slightly. Thankful she was standing in the back row, she patted down her skirt and went back to paying attention. Again, she felt her skirt hem get lifted slightly. This time it was followed by a gloved hand running gently up her now bare thigh. Blushing, she batted the hand away quickly; looking to her left.
"Not here, Roy, save it..."
A/N - Come on, I needed a good Theme drabble. I read other 'Not Here' and they were so depressing.