3 o'clock Snack

Authors: MoonStarDutchess and OTP

Oneshot

Disclaimer: We don't own FMA and gain no profit from this fiction.

Roy looked up at the clock when his stomach grumbled. It was only three o'clock and he was already hungry. He hadn't eaten much for lunch due to lack of time, so it wasn't surprising that his body craved sustenance. He put down his pen and searched through his desk drawers, looking for something edible. Usually he kept some chips or chocolates there but of course, the very day his stomach was trying to eat his backbone he found . . . nothing. He shut his desk drawer then turned his head toward Riza. She was working silently and paying no mind to his rummaging.

He knew the men kept snacks in their desk drawers, but she'd never allow him to search through them. The only thing he could do now was wait for the right opportunity to do so.

That opportunity came five minutes later when she stood, gathered some folders and turned her regard to him. "I have to take these to the legal department. I hope to see that you've made better progress in your paperwork by the time I get back." Roy knew this was a polite way of saying, "Do your paperwork, or I will make you suffer."

He nodded. "Alright, I'll try my best not to slack off."

She nodded and left the office. He listened closely as her footsteps decreased in volume. The second he could no longer hear them, he flew into action. He began to rifle through Havoc's desk. The only thing he found was a granola bar that was way past its expiration date, and a pack of cigarettes. He then moved on to Breda's desk. Surely, the overweight man had food there. He was disappointed to find nothing but a pack of stale crackers. There was nothing in Fuery's desk, so he moved on to Falman's with a growing sense of despair. There was food there, but it was mixed nuts. His dentist told him nuts were a definite no until he could get his teeth repaired.

He slumped into the chair with a frustrated sigh. His stomach growled in agreement with his frustration. His sights moved to Riza's desk and remained there like a magnet attached to metal. Did he dare? Would Riza even have food in her desk? She was always surprising him with things he didn't think she'd do, so perhaps . . . He stood and cautiously, even though no one was there, approached her desk. He sat in her chair as if it was something holy he was afraid to touch, grabbed the handle of the top right drawer and pulled. His eyes widened as he saw the red box with pictures of chocolate-covered goodness plastered upon it. The white letters above the pictures made him smile.

"Jackpot," he whispered. He grabbed the box and removed the packet, then replaced it and shut the drawer with care. He happily munched on the treat until he heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door. He shoved the last bit into his mouth and tossed the packet in the trash. Grabbing his pen, he made himself look busy as she entered the office. He would come in early the following morning and replace the treat, as well as store his own in his desk.

-/-/-/-

He was relieved when evening set in on the city because it meant that work was over. Roy helped Riza with her coat and then donned his own. Before she opened the door, she looked at him. "Would you like to come over and have dinner? I was planning to make steak and potatoes."

"You know how much I love your cooking so you don't even have to ask. You should just tell me to come over and eat. I'm there."

Riza opened the door. "Good, and on the way to my apartment we can stop by a shop and you can buy me another box of Pocky."