11. Falling For You.
Mustang had never seen his Lieutenant doze off before, especially not at work. But here she was, sleeping soundly with her head on one arm. Even is sleep she was meticulous; her pen was poised upright on a sheet of paperwork, ready to write.
Under normal circumstances, Mustang wouldn't have dared touch her. But today he was feeling bold. Ever so carefully, he took the pen out of her hand and sat it to the side. Next he folded her arm in a more comfortable position, curled around her other arm. Last he took his jacket that was hanging on the back of his chair and put it around her shoulders.
Hawkeye moved, and Mustang froze. But all she did was yawn and snuggle deeper into her arms. 'She's awful cute when she sleeps,' He thought absently, going to sit at his desk. She sighed, and what she said as she sighed stopped him dead in his tracks.
"Roy…"
He turned to look at her. She was still sound asleep, but she was smiling slightly.
Mustang rubbed his eyes with one hand. 'Damn it, Hawkeye. I think I'm falling for you.'