Author's Note: Ok, this is a really really really short one-shot,did I mention this is really short?
Disclaimer: I OWN FMA! IT'S MINE, ALL MINE...(glances around and sees two bulkly people wearing white suits, one holding a straightjacket and one holding a giant needle with sickly green fluid inside it)...Fine, I do not own FMA...(gets dragged away)
Of Vague Gunpowder
He stalked her almost like prey and he was the predator. Silently, or as quiet at possible, he crouched down behind the wooden office desk. He momentarily would fleet a look around for signs of people which was quite useless since everybody, except she and he, were at the mess hall eating a so-called beneficial lunch. Though to him, it seemed like glancing around gave him the feel of being devious and oddly cunning.
Slowly creaking open the office doors he slipped noiselessly inside, being careful not to bump into anything. She hadn't noticed him, her gaze persistent on the piece of parchment that she held ahead of her. Riza stood there in front of the desk, reading and rereading the documents. Her back was still to him as he sneaked up behind her. He waited for a perfect moment, staring at the woman before him. Her golden silk tresses always put up with a simple barrette during work hours. Her slender calloused fingers lightly holding onto that fragile paper, those same slender fingers that grasped tightly to her guns during moments of alarm. And her seemly flawless skin, that appeared so soft and smooth to his eyes. But his favorite part of her was those lovely eyes, those wine-red eyes that penetrated down into his soul as if it was an open window beckoning to her.
Hawkeye finally put down the paper and started to strength her arms out. Seeing this as an opportune moment, he closed the remaining gape between the two, snaked his right arm across her waist and lifted his left arm to gently caress her neck. He tenderly pressed her body against his, taking in the scent of her. Of vague gunpowder and mild soap, he thought absently to himself, of vague gunpowder.
At first she stiffened at his touch and was about to reach for her gun, but soon eased herself as she recognized the familiarity of the calm contact of his skin. She relaxed in his embrace, as his finger soothingly traced the line of her jaw. He raised his hand from her neck to remove her barrette and then teasingly played with her silken hair. They both stood like that for what seemed like eternity, but were only a few minutes.
Hearing footsteps that were quickly closing in, he let go of her and placed her brown barrette in her palm. Riza swiftly put her hair up in a practiced move and straightened her uniform out. Just as the double doors opened, she reached for the paper and began reading where she left off.
Colonel Roy Mustang stood confidently in followed by Second Lieutenant Havoc with an unlit cigarette dangling freely in his mouth.
"Hawkeye?" He asked her.
"Yes, sir?" She said, looking up from the article.
"Why is Fullmetal here?"
"He was...umm...Well,-"
"It's none of your business." Ed retorted frigidly, glaring at Roy.
"What happens in my office is of course my business, Fullmetal."
"Why can't you ever just fuck off?" The young alchemist hissed as he walked past Roy, making sure to bump into him passing by and slammed the doors loudly shut behind him.
Hawkeye had already missed his warmth and had stared at the spot where Edward once stood.
"What happened in here earlier, Hawkeye?"
"Nothing, sir," She replied, looking back again at the paper she held in her hand. "Nothing at all."
Fin
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