-Miniskirt Monday-

The plan was too brilliant to be foiled.

"Hey Lieutenant." Mustang tried not to sound too excited over the phone.

"Colonel."

"So guess what?"

"Colonel?"

"The general changed the dress code for this week—said it was time to bring the spirits up as the holiday season is nearing…I, uh, saw the notification earlier at the office yesterday."

In fact, Havoc and Mustang had only nailed the very-official-looking notice on the announcement board around five in the morning that Monday, after getting unanimous consent from the rest of the men in the office. Everyone was in on the dress code change.

It was the most effort that they put into work since their promotions.

"Ah."

"Right," he hurriedly said. "So for Monday, it's apparently a, um, miniskirt."

"Miniskirt?"

"Uh yeah…I just wanted to let you know."

"For this weather?"

Mustang froze, not just because some winter wind draft blew in through his window, but because it was the winter. He realized that they should have probably taken the weather into account.

"Guess so," he said. "It's ridiculous, isn't it?"

She didn't say anything, which made Mustang extremely worried. "…hey?"

"I'll have to see if I can find something. Thank you for informing me, sir."

"Oh, of course." These words were ushered out of him before he silently fist pumped the air.

at the office

Mustang was early that Monday morning—for good reason.

When Mustang saw all the other miniskirts while he was heading toward his desk, he knew he was starting off the week right.

"Mustang! Colonel!" Havoc saluted him. Fuery, Falman, Breda, and several other men, followed Havoc's lead immediately, standing up as the raven-haired alchemist walked into the room.

"You're saluting me very enthusiastically today," Mustang mused.

Havoc came towards his colonel, putting a hand on his shoulder in a grateful gesture. "Thank you—I can barely wait for Catalina."

Mustang took the appreciation as modestly as he could, putting his stuff down on his desk and taking a seat with a self-satisfied sigh. He gazed around the office, noticing the many-an-exposed leg around the workplace.

Definitely a good way to start the holiday season.

But then the real show began when Mustang noticed a familiar fair-skinned calf step through the doorway.

It was this moment when Mustang realized that he was very much a legs kind of guy.

Watching her stroll in was—like rubbing silk all over his face, like tasting the last note of spicy flavor in a warm soup, like a melting ice cube running down the back of his dress shirt on a hot summer day, like rolling a milky sweet chocolate over his tongue, like anticipating the bass drop in a surround sound system room—simply indescribable.

He dropped his pen—and jaw—inadvertently.

Strong supple legs made their way slowly to Mustang's desk to check in for duty that day. Milky smooth, long and slender, a defined line of muscle with every step.

And of course, she wore heels to match her tight navy mini dress. Of course, his lieutenant managed to look good, no matter what the occasion or dress was.

The heels only managed to enhance her—ahem, well—ass and accentuate the length of her legs. And her calves! The perfect shape of the muscle on her calves, toned and firm. He just felt like running his lips over the slow curve of her legs, feeling her warm skin under his hands, following up…up…

He just had to find a way to get her to bend down and pick something up for him later today.

"Colonel," she greeted, saluting him quickly.

"L-lieutenant," he stuttered, struggling to meet her eyes. "You look…dazzling today."

Hawkeye smiled, which exploded Mustang's heart to bits and pieces—in a good way.

"Thank you, sir," she said, looking up to the 'general's notice' off the wall to the side. "So this is the announcement you were talking about, sir?"

He stuttered for a moment. "Uh, yes—yes, yes."

"Hm," she said to herself softly, as she read the next day's 'dress code.'

So, what'd you think so far? I'm taking suggestions (and reviews)!

thir13enth

Side note: I realize the bass drop simile was a bit too close to 2013 than the twentieth century, but I'm sure you know what I mean by a blissful experience like that.

Also, it seems like Mustang has a thing for calves. o_O