Drabble the third! Awkward pairing!
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Roy/Scieszka
Rated:
PG-13/R?
Including
the following things:
Wind,
Skirt, Sofa
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Scieszka sat uncomfortably on the sofa, clenching the ends of the skirt she was wearing. It was so terribly short… what was it? A miniskirt… How in the world was she forced into one of this? She sure as hell wouldn't just put on one of these things willingly… 'Honestly, the slightly gust of wind and this thing's gonna fly up and everyone will get a free shot!' Scieszka thought, clenching tighter onto the skirt as she tugged at it slightly.
"…Well, it's great to see that someone's carrying out the newly elected Fuhrer's orders." A deep voice spoke as a shiver ran down Scieszka's spine.
"C-Colo—I mean Fuhrer Mustang!" She grabbed a book that she had at her side and hid her face, looking away in a shy manner. "…U-Uh-huh… I-I don't want to lose my job or anything… I-I need it… b-badly…" She began to tremble as a hand gently laid itself on her cheek.
"Don't worry; I won't take away your job, as long as you do something for me." He said with a suggestive smirk, a gloved hand trailing a hand down her side.
Scieszka jumped upon contacted with the hand, a blush creeping onto her mousy features. "W-W-What're you implying, Sir?" She said in a barely audible tone.
"I think you know where I'm going, it just depends on whether or not you're willing to follow through, and if you don't… there's going to be an open slot for a secretary." He said with a purr, pressing his lips against hers.
That miniskirt didn't stay on too long after that… a certain newly promoted Colonel made sure that didn't happen.