author's note: I wrote this ages ago and never published it. So here you go.

Title: Lazy Hour
Genre: Humour
Rating: T

Their skin matched: pearly white, and gorgeous to touch. Blonde hair bloomed across the pillows whilst their limp hands brushed together in their sleep. Against the dim light they almost glowed, practically sending him over the edge. To think only minutes ago he had been between them, enduring the blissful massages and touches and oh the way they felt each other. Two feisty officers: one his subordinate, the other the commander of Briggs.

Both reflected the other, scars littered over the commander which only stimulated the man further. Feisty against his flesh, power glowing from their large, gorgeous irises which glittered mischievously. Shivers shot down his spine, closing his eyes, their moans so glorious to his ears, imagining how they touched each other, tested those very sensitive spots.

He grinned, fists clenching, knowing he could dive in between them again whenever he wished—

Roy jumped in surprise, grabbing onto the desk before his chair fell backwards. Turning his head, he noticed Lieutenant Hawkeye was throwing a very suspicious look his way, whilst Havoc and Breda were sniggering between themselves in the far corner.

'Sir!' Hawkeye tried again, this time catching his attention completely.

'Y–– Lieutenant.'

Then she slammed a folder onto his desk, overflowing with work. To Mustang's relief, it was nothing he had to sign.

'Remember, Major General Armstrong is appearing today, and I think she'd feel less tempted to stab you if those papers were ordered correctly and handed to her on time.'

Flustered, Roy nodded, as if he were a little boy before releasing the bind and watched in horror as all the work tipped out and spread across the desk and floor. This would take a while to sort out.

Hopefully Hawkeye couldn't read his imagination but from the constant glances she gave him, Roy felt paranoid.

The tension just got nasty when Armstrong decided to show her face.