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Chapter three: In the mean time.

She opened the door to Mustangs side of the car.

"You're still mad aren't you?" He asked, stepping in.

"Yes," She answered shortly as she closed the door. She released a small sigh before getting into her side pf the car and driving off.

"Alright," Mustang sighed, and thought to himself. "She normally gets over these fits pretty quickly."

Pulling over in front of Mustangs home she grabbed the umbrella and stepped out of the car. Opening their source of coverage, she opened the door and allowed space for Mustang to move underneath it.

Silently the two began moving toward the door.

"You really should just do it," He told himself.

He took the chance of getting shot and raised his right arm and wrapped it around her stiff shoulders, gently pulling her close.

He sighed when he felt her relax slightly.

They stopped at his door and she waited while he located his keys.

"Don't be so hard on me," Mustang said, unlocking the door. "I'm always looking for a reason to get you out of the house."

"Well, you could have just asked me to go somewhere with you." She shrugged his arm away. "but no, you had to pick the worst thing you could think of."

Mustang began to speak but she cut him off.

"I'm too shy for this! But who cares?" She hissed still very much aggravated and turned to leave. "Obviously not you."

She wanted him to know just how unhappy she was. She didn't want him to think he was getting about with something. Roy sometimes thought he was slick like that, when he got her to do something she sincerely didn't want to do. He did what ever was in his power to find a way to get her to do it.

"I haven't seen this side of you in a long time," He told her pulling the love of his life into his arms.

"It's just a convenient time. You've barley even spoken to half the people that work under you. You now have the perfect chance to meet them."

"Convenient time my..."

"Come on, we'll order something to eat." He ignored her incoherent mumblings and pulled her inside. "You've got nothing else to do."

She sighed, quickly getting over her small flash of anger.

Stepping inside she almost screamed, there was "Shit" everywhere! She looked up and spotted a pair of socks hanging from his ceiling fan and had to stop herself from hitting him.

"At least it's just clothes this time," She mumbled, stepping over the piles of discarded clothing and into Mustang's bedroom closet for something to wear.

Mustang walked in after her.

"You know people are going to start suspecting fallacious things again." She told him.

"Again?" He laughed. "anyway, I could have sworn those things were true."

"Not even close," She retorted and sighed as she looked at the mess. "how can one man be so messy?"

"Yeah, I know I'll clean up. I promise." He pulled off his jacket, undoing his suspenders he pulled off his pants and neatly folded them on his bed. "you mind throwing me some clothing out of there?"

"Yes I mind," She joked stripping out of her uniform and throwing it at him.

He folded it and set it on the bed next to his.

"I could get use to the this." He thought longingly.

"Fine then," He stepped into the closet smiling. "remember what happened the last time we were in a closet together?"

Hawkeye groaned. "Yeah Black Hayete pushed the door closed and we got locked in."

"Awe, admit it. We had fun." He laughed.

"No you had fun," Hawkeye snapped. "you were drunk and started trying to feel me up."

"I vaguely remember waking up with a busted closet door, a bullet wound, and being handcuffed to a bed railing." Roy blushed slightly.

"I was awake when you decided to become interested in yourself." She poked.

"It was your fault."

"I know I should have changed clothing I a different room, but I had to make sure you didn't kill yourself," Hawkeye huffed. He always tried to over exaggerate. "and the wound was a flesh wound. Tell the readers the truth."

"You still could have wiped that stuff off of me."

"I wouldn't have wiped that stuff off with a ten foot pole." She exclaimed.

"Would you lick it off?" He asked hugging her from behind.

She turned in his arms and wrapped her around his neck.

"Not even in your wildest dreams," Hawkeye licked her lips seductively as the two began cracking up with laughter.

"Good closet scene," He calmed down. "we haven't joked anything like that in a long time."

"Yeah," Hawkeye slid on one of Mustang's pairs of gray shirts and baggy black sweat pants. "come on we've got to do something about this place."

"What would I do without you?" Mustang asked.

"You wouldn't do anything, you'd be dead by now." She replied.

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"Good Morning, Sir." Hawkeye stood outside his door, umbrella in hand.

"Morning," He yawned. His hair was actually dry this morning.

"Enjoy that cold shower after I left?" She asked preening his hair.

"Yes, three times actually."

"Sorry to hear that,"

"I hope you enjoy Military Ball as much as I enjoy my hard on's." He muttered annoyed.

"Now that's just mean," She pouted playfully. "Breakfast then?"