"I'm very disappointed in you, Dreamscape. This is the sort of thing I'd expect from Fullmetal but never from you."

Colonel Roy Mustang's shining, coal black orbs stare at you from across his desk, which in the dim afternoon light seems a lot bigger than you remember, but your memory's never been that great.

"I… I mean… I didn't mean to bring down that building!" Your lip trembles under the heavy weight of his glare but you call on your inner strength. "Besides, I… I put it back!"

Roy sighs and pushes a large hand through his handsomely tousled night-dark hair. "It isn't just about the building, Dreamscape."

"Then what-"

The sound of Roy's chair scraping against the floor cuts off your question and then Roy is moving around to the front of his desk to face you down. He's impossibly tall and solid and you can swear you can feel the heat radiating off of his built body, covered as it was by thick blue wool.

"You know what." His voice is low, rough, and every individual hair on the back of your neck stands up to pay attention. One of his hands comes up to cup your chin and then he's tilting your head back to meet your wide, -insert your eye color- eyes. "You know exactly what."

"I really don't." You don't know anything. You never have and never will. You exist only in this moment, locked in Roy Mustang's dark, feline eyes.

"You really have no idea, do you?" the tall colonel muses, rubbing his thumb over the curve of your jaw and something inside you somewhere screams at the contact but you don't know what, have never felt anything like this before. Your heart's about to pound out of your chest and flop wetly on the floor at his feet but your innocence means you still don't have any idea what he means.

He bends his head and before you even have time to figure out what he means to do, he's kissing you, gently at first but then not gently at all and he swallows your resulting gasp the way Fullmetal swallows spaghetti and even though that mental image isn't even remotely appealing, you're set alight.

His moist tongue probes at your lips and you part them instinctively, letting him in, and your tongues twine together like fighting birds, battling for dominance even though you know good and well who, of the two of you, is going to win.

One of his big hands is hot on your waist and the other is buried in your -your hair color- hair, and his cut chest is warm against you and you think it's pretty likely you're actually dead and somehow ended up in heaven despite your tragic and very dark background.

All too soon, he's drawing away but his bat-black eyes don't leave your face.

"Do you understand now?" he asks softly, brushing the hair out of your eyes.

You swallow hard, unable to look away from him. "I… I think so."

Roy nods once and moves back around to seat himself behind the desk once more. You're rooted where you stand, just staring.

"I expect your report by tomorrow morning, Dreamscape. Do you understand?" he asks, like he didn't just lick out the contours of the inside of your mouth.

"Y-yes, Sir."

Roy nods, but the twinkle in his asphalt eyes betrays to you that he did, in fact, just lick out the contours of your mouth and you feel yourself blushing. "Dismissed then, Dreamscape. Get some rest."

You nod and scurry out of the office, past Riza and the rest of the team and Fullmetal's questioning shout, hiding your blush as best you can.

Rest is probably not something you'll be getting a lot of, if the memory of the heat of the colonel's lips on yours is any indication.