Eight reviews. Not bad for my actual first FMA fic.
I don't own FMA.
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The first time she feels, really feels his touch is by a mistake, but not necessarily an accident.
He was going out again that night with a new woman, and the entire office knew even before she did, gossiping their worth. It had taken all restraint she had not to shoot them all dead.
Needless to say, that confirmed her temperament for the day.
It was nearing dusk when he'd had enough of her mood and strolled over to her desk, making her look up at the portrait of the sun's red-orange glows shadowing over the hollows of his face.
He says "Hawkeye," slowly, just about sternly, but not quite. She catches his drift quickly and her cheeks would have burned hot with shame if she were any other woman. She thought she had proved herself above this petty jealousy and unrequited love was just so cliché.
"Forgive my character, sir. I will strive to be more…"
Then he takes her chin in his hand to make her eyes meet directly with his ink black ones.
"Amiable," nearly breathlessly.
"Riza," so tenderly she can hardly believe he said it, his voice gliding across her name while his mouth formed it. Pale, warm knuckles brushed ever-so soft on her cheekbones.
"You must understand," closer, closer, "I get too easily distracted." So close she could feel the air he exhaled on her lips.
His eyes held hers in place, a finger lightly tracing her jaw line. What did he mean by that?
Her breath hitched, and she blinked.
And the moment was gone.
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Btw, if it seems so… incoherent, please do remember that this was supposed to be a one-shot, hence the disjointedness. I just finished this, it'll have four chapters… unless I decide to continue. And I will, if you
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