Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Business as Usual ❯ Window-side Confessional ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Amaya Embrill 
Who said a night with the Colonel would involve actual sleep?
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.31.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 520 | Status: Work In Progress
Who said a night with the Colonel would involve actual sleep?
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.31.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 520 | Status: Work In Progress
Hello! Sorry it took me so long to post the new chapter. I have been dealing with real life drama and haven't had time to deal with the imaginary kind that I actually enjoy. Anyways here's the new chapter. Please review and tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA.
Roy jumped to his feet as he was jarred from his sleep. He held one hand up at eye level fingers poised as if to snap, although his mind had yet to register that his gloves were in his pocket not on his fingers. He looked around the living room of his home and tried to determine what was going on.
BANG BANG BANG
He turned to the front door and rubbed his eyes, lowering his ungloved hand. He reached for his pocket watch and lifted it to his face, squinting in the dark. 0400. Why would someone come pounding on his front door at this time of night? Heaving a heavy sigh, Roy walked over to the door as whoever it was continued to assault the sealed entryway, sliding his gloves on as he went.
Opening the solid oak door, Roy found himself staring at…
“Havoc? What are you doing here?” His voice sounded dry and disoriented even to his own ears.
“Sorry to disturb you sir, but it’s about Lieutenant Hawkeye!” Roy’s mind snapped awake at the sound of the Lieutenant’s name and looked over at Havoc, shocked. It was then that he realized that the man was panting and still somewhat flushed from all the alcohol he had no doubt ingested earlier that evening.
“What?”
“She’s missing, sir! After I took Major Blackman home, we realized that she wasn’t there. So I waited with him to keep him company until she came home. That was 3 hours ago, sir. I didn’t think any thing of it but Blackman said that she NEVER stays out that……..” Havoc’s jaw dropped, his cigarette falling comically out of his mouth and a small trail of blood dribbling down his lip. Roy felt the warmth of a body hovering just behind him and saw out the corner of his eye, an armed hand drop over his extended bicep as he propped against the door frame.
“Oh, it’s you, Havoc. What was with all the banging?”
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Riza had just quelled her mutinous thoughts into submission and dozed off, when the pounding began. Hawkeye shot up to her knees, reaching under her pillow for the pistol that wasn’t there. Shaking her head to clear her sleep fogged mind, she walked over to the bedroom door and listened intently.
The banging sounded again, and she could make out the sound of the Colonel mumbling. She crinkled her brow in confusion. Who would bother the Colonel at this time of night? Picking her pants up off the floor and sliding them on, Hawkeye opened the door and slipped out. She moved silently down the hall, hearing the front door swing open and Roy mumble at the person on the step. She reached the sofa and found her purse laying , discarded, on the end table. Pulling her gun out, Riza froze as the Colonel’s raised voice reached her ears.
“What?” She listened intently, still moving toward the entryway; she could just hear the voice of a man carrying a worried tone. Walking up behind Mustang, Riza leveled her gun on….
“Oh, it’s you, Havoc. What was with all the banging?” Hawkeye lowered her arm, catching it on the Colonel’s bare one where he propped the door open. Havoc’s mouth was agape, his cigarette falling from his lips and a trail of blood dripping from his nose, eyes wide in shock.
“I am soooo sorry, sir! I didn’t realize….” Turning red the Second Lieutenant stepped away from the door and took off running down the street, leaving the two superior officers standing confused in the door way. Hawkeye stared after him for a moment, then turned her gaze on Mustang questioningly.
Roy watched Havoc as well wondering what he had seen the Roy had not. Turning his head, Mustang caught sight of Hawkeye’s quizzical eyes in the light that filled the entryway from the street. Opening his mouth to speak, he caught sight of the silver pistol, and heaved a sigh instead, closing the door softly, letting Hawkeye’s arm fall back to her side.
“Sir?” Riza’s voice sounded in his ear and he turned to her.
“Your brother is home, Lieutenant. He’s wondering why you haven’t returned.” Hawkeye thought for a moment of returning home, but then she heard Nathaniel’s irate voice and loud snoring in her ear. She didn’t want to deal with him now; she just wanted to sleep. She shrugged and walked passed the Colonel heading back to the bedroom.
“That’s nice, sir. Goodnight.” Roy watched her as she walked back toward the rear of the house. He golden hair was shimmering around her shoulders, her hips barely swaying, mesmerizing the man where he stood. After a few moments, Roy walked after her, gently taking hold of her elbow and causing her to turn around, intent on apologizing for his actions early that night.
“Hawkeye…” His voice trailed off as he tried to find the words he was looking for. He saw Riza smile at him and she placed a hand on the side of his face, pulling him toward her. Roy’s heart leapt to his throat as Hawkeye’s hand pulled him closer, as he lifted one arm to loop it around her waist, and froze. Something cold and hard had pressed itself against his bare abs, forcing him to stop. Looking down, Roy caught a glimpse of silver between his body and Hawkeye’s.
“You should be more careful, sir. You let your desire cloud your judgment. I would hope that you don’t do this around strangers.” She tapped him lightly on the cheek before turning from him and heading back to the bedroom.
It took Roy a moment to recover himself before he snuck up behind the smug female officer. In one fluid motion, he grabbed the unsuspecting Hawkeye’s gun hand by the wrist and pulled it around behind her so it rested on the back of the opposite hip. Then placing his knees behind hers, Roy tipped her over backwards so that her shoulder was cradled against his as he supported her weight. She gasped as she fell into his waiting arms and Roy was quick to place his free hand against her cheek. Tempting fate for a second time that night he pressed his lips firmly against her own and held it. When he lifted his face, he smirked down at the trapped blonde in his arms.
“You should be more careful, Lieutenant. You let you smug attitude cloud your senses. I would hope that you don’t do this around strangers,” he whispered softly, holding her steady, and letting his words tease her as she lay helpless against him. Her wrist strained against his fingers as she tried to pull it free, but her body held it pinned against her more heavily than Roy’s hand. She shifted her weight trying to slid free, but overbalancing him, and sending them both over in a heap. Hawkeye’s pistol clattered from her dead fingers as the Colonel’s hand bruised her wrist.
In her attempt to remove herself from one compromising situation, Riza had sent had inadvertently sent them both to the ground only to land in a worse one. The Colonel lay half on half off of her body with his free hand braced on the ground by her head, their faces less than an inch apart.
It took Roy a minute to regain his composure when he pitched over on top of Hawkeye. He smirked at her as he realized she was unarmed, and stayed where he was.
“Now, now, Lieutenant. I thought you had better judgment than that. What am I going to do with you?”
“You are going to get off of me, sir.” Hawkeye’s gaze was cold and level once more causing Roy to smile, tipping his face so that his lips brushed hers as he spoke.
“And why would I do that?” There was a sharp click next to his temple, causing Roy to pale. Hawkeye had found her gun. He sighed against her lips, and looked down at her, disappointed. “Now it’s all fun and games until you pull a gun.” She pressed the barrel against his head. “Alright, Lieutenant, alright. I’ll move, but before I do I want you to know something.” Hawkeye laid her hand on the ground and gave the Colonel a curious look. Sliding his lips and cheek along the side of her face to her ear and feeling the softness of her skin against his, Roy breathed heavily, sending chills through her body as he did.
“I’m not the only one enjoying this.” Then Roy pushed himself back on to his knees offering his hand to Hawkeye.
Riza lay where she was, breathing heavily as she tried to recover her senses from what Roy had done to her. Flushed, she reached for the Colonel’s out stretched hand and let him help her up off the floor, and into a sitting position. She sat where she was for a moment then rose to her feet and going back into the bedroom, closing the door firmly behind her.
Roy watched her go and thought for a moment about following her, but judging by the way the door had slammed shut, he figured he would be unwelcome. Deciding to let her get whatever sleep she could between now and work tomorrow, Roy rose to his feet and walked back to the sofa, laying down and dozing off.
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Riza closed the door a little more forcefully than she had intended. She was still fuming from what had happened in the hallway and didn’t care that she had rattled the hinges as the door shut. She paced around the room, arms folded over her chest as she berated the Colonel for his immaturity and inability to control his sexual urges. How could he possible expect to rise to Fuhrer if he kept acting like…like…
Hawkeye gave a frustrated groan as she removed her pants and climbed back into the bed. She lay on her back, the image of the Mustang swimming in her mind over her as she tried to drop off to sleep again. She could feel his hand on her face even now and she rubbed her own hand over it to scrub the sensation from her skin. The last thing she needed was to give her imagination something to play with.
I’m not the only one enjoying this. The Colonel’s voice rang out in her mind as she continued to try and force her mind to stop. Enjoying what? Him making an idiot of himself by attempting to seduce her like all the other women he brought to his home? No he wouldn’t have meant that. Or did he mean him kissing her? Riza thought the idea over for a moment, the memory of his lips pressed against hers causing her heart to flutter lightly in her chest. She rolled onto her side curling up under the soft sheets as she did.
“Well of course I enjoyed it,” Hawkeye mumbled to herself closing her eyes. “It’s been years since anyone has kissed me. It’s not like he’s a bad kisser. I’m sure with all the women he dates, he is probably the best kisser in…” Hawkeye paused mid-sentence and groaned, twisting onto her other side. “What am I saying? I shouldn’t be contemplating whether or not the Colonel is a good kisser or not. It doesn’t matter. Even if it is some what intoxicating having him so close….” Grumbling again, Riza threw her legs out of bed and walked to the open bedroom window.
“What is Mustang thinking, leaving the window open like this? What if someone snuck in and tried to kill him in his sleep? It’s not safe.” She paused enjoying the cold night breeze against her hot face. Sighing she leaned against the frame crossing her arms as she stared off into the night.
“What am I doing? I can’t feel anything for the Colonel. It isn’t appropriate. But…Is that what it is? Do I have…feeling for the Colonel?” Riza shook her head firmly. “No, it’s just me being his subordinate. I’m confusing professionalism and emotions. I don’t feel anything for Mustang. Nothing more than a subordinate to her superior.” She hesitated, the words feeling wrong on her lips even as she stated them. “No, it’s nothing more than that. I may care for him as more, but it…NO! I do NOT have any emotional attachment to the Colonel other than as his subordinate.” She paused in her tirade to glance back at the door to the room, ensuring that Roy had not walked in on her to hear what she was saying. Relieved that she was still very much alone in the room she went back to looking out the window again. The breeze hit her face and she felt Roy’s hand again on her cheek, causing her heart to flutter slightly.
Maybe I do have feelings for him. Is that so bad? She hesitated in her thoughts, unwilling to cross the line even in her mind. I can’t have feelings for him, it’s against regulations. I can’t risk his career. Riza sighed.
“What am I supposed to do?” Hawkeye asked the empty room, looking up at the starlight sky. “Just walk up to him, salute, and say, “By the way, sir, I thought you might like to know that I’m in love with you. Please finish your paperwork.” Riza sighed again, turning back to the room to go to bed.
“Let’s hope for your sake that your precious Colonel feels the same way for you.” A voice called out from behind her low and gruff as something hard and cold collided with the base of her head, sending her over in an unconscious heap.
I know, cliffhanger. You are all going to kill me for that aren't you? Well, too bad. Don't worry, I'll try and have the next chapter up soon so you can have some resolution...maybe. Hehe, I'm evil.
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA.
CHAPTER 5
BANG BANG BANGRoy jumped to his feet as he was jarred from his sleep. He held one hand up at eye level fingers poised as if to snap, although his mind had yet to register that his gloves were in his pocket not on his fingers. He looked around the living room of his home and tried to determine what was going on.
BANG BANG BANG
He turned to the front door and rubbed his eyes, lowering his ungloved hand. He reached for his pocket watch and lifted it to his face, squinting in the dark. 0400. Why would someone come pounding on his front door at this time of night? Heaving a heavy sigh, Roy walked over to the door as whoever it was continued to assault the sealed entryway, sliding his gloves on as he went.
Opening the solid oak door, Roy found himself staring at…
“Havoc? What are you doing here?” His voice sounded dry and disoriented even to his own ears.
“Sorry to disturb you sir, but it’s about Lieutenant Hawkeye!” Roy’s mind snapped awake at the sound of the Lieutenant’s name and looked over at Havoc, shocked. It was then that he realized that the man was panting and still somewhat flushed from all the alcohol he had no doubt ingested earlier that evening.
“What?”
“She’s missing, sir! After I took Major Blackman home, we realized that she wasn’t there. So I waited with him to keep him company until she came home. That was 3 hours ago, sir. I didn’t think any thing of it but Blackman said that she NEVER stays out that……..” Havoc’s jaw dropped, his cigarette falling comically out of his mouth and a small trail of blood dribbling down his lip. Roy felt the warmth of a body hovering just behind him and saw out the corner of his eye, an armed hand drop over his extended bicep as he propped against the door frame.
“Oh, it’s you, Havoc. What was with all the banging?”
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Riza had just quelled her mutinous thoughts into submission and dozed off, when the pounding began. Hawkeye shot up to her knees, reaching under her pillow for the pistol that wasn’t there. Shaking her head to clear her sleep fogged mind, she walked over to the bedroom door and listened intently.
The banging sounded again, and she could make out the sound of the Colonel mumbling. She crinkled her brow in confusion. Who would bother the Colonel at this time of night? Picking her pants up off the floor and sliding them on, Hawkeye opened the door and slipped out. She moved silently down the hall, hearing the front door swing open and Roy mumble at the person on the step. She reached the sofa and found her purse laying , discarded, on the end table. Pulling her gun out, Riza froze as the Colonel’s raised voice reached her ears.
“What?” She listened intently, still moving toward the entryway; she could just hear the voice of a man carrying a worried tone. Walking up behind Mustang, Riza leveled her gun on….
“Oh, it’s you, Havoc. What was with all the banging?” Hawkeye lowered her arm, catching it on the Colonel’s bare one where he propped the door open. Havoc’s mouth was agape, his cigarette falling from his lips and a trail of blood dripping from his nose, eyes wide in shock.
“I am soooo sorry, sir! I didn’t realize….” Turning red the Second Lieutenant stepped away from the door and took off running down the street, leaving the two superior officers standing confused in the door way. Hawkeye stared after him for a moment, then turned her gaze on Mustang questioningly.
Roy watched Havoc as well wondering what he had seen the Roy had not. Turning his head, Mustang caught sight of Hawkeye’s quizzical eyes in the light that filled the entryway from the street. Opening his mouth to speak, he caught sight of the silver pistol, and heaved a sigh instead, closing the door softly, letting Hawkeye’s arm fall back to her side.
“Sir?” Riza’s voice sounded in his ear and he turned to her.
“Your brother is home, Lieutenant. He’s wondering why you haven’t returned.” Hawkeye thought for a moment of returning home, but then she heard Nathaniel’s irate voice and loud snoring in her ear. She didn’t want to deal with him now; she just wanted to sleep. She shrugged and walked passed the Colonel heading back to the bedroom.
“That’s nice, sir. Goodnight.” Roy watched her as she walked back toward the rear of the house. He golden hair was shimmering around her shoulders, her hips barely swaying, mesmerizing the man where he stood. After a few moments, Roy walked after her, gently taking hold of her elbow and causing her to turn around, intent on apologizing for his actions early that night.
“Hawkeye…” His voice trailed off as he tried to find the words he was looking for. He saw Riza smile at him and she placed a hand on the side of his face, pulling him toward her. Roy’s heart leapt to his throat as Hawkeye’s hand pulled him closer, as he lifted one arm to loop it around her waist, and froze. Something cold and hard had pressed itself against his bare abs, forcing him to stop. Looking down, Roy caught a glimpse of silver between his body and Hawkeye’s.
“You should be more careful, sir. You let your desire cloud your judgment. I would hope that you don’t do this around strangers.” She tapped him lightly on the cheek before turning from him and heading back to the bedroom.
It took Roy a moment to recover himself before he snuck up behind the smug female officer. In one fluid motion, he grabbed the unsuspecting Hawkeye’s gun hand by the wrist and pulled it around behind her so it rested on the back of the opposite hip. Then placing his knees behind hers, Roy tipped her over backwards so that her shoulder was cradled against his as he supported her weight. She gasped as she fell into his waiting arms and Roy was quick to place his free hand against her cheek. Tempting fate for a second time that night he pressed his lips firmly against her own and held it. When he lifted his face, he smirked down at the trapped blonde in his arms.
“You should be more careful, Lieutenant. You let you smug attitude cloud your senses. I would hope that you don’t do this around strangers,” he whispered softly, holding her steady, and letting his words tease her as she lay helpless against him. Her wrist strained against his fingers as she tried to pull it free, but her body held it pinned against her more heavily than Roy’s hand. She shifted her weight trying to slid free, but overbalancing him, and sending them both over in a heap. Hawkeye’s pistol clattered from her dead fingers as the Colonel’s hand bruised her wrist.
In her attempt to remove herself from one compromising situation, Riza had sent had inadvertently sent them both to the ground only to land in a worse one. The Colonel lay half on half off of her body with his free hand braced on the ground by her head, their faces less than an inch apart.
It took Roy a minute to regain his composure when he pitched over on top of Hawkeye. He smirked at her as he realized she was unarmed, and stayed where he was.
“Now, now, Lieutenant. I thought you had better judgment than that. What am I going to do with you?”
“You are going to get off of me, sir.” Hawkeye’s gaze was cold and level once more causing Roy to smile, tipping his face so that his lips brushed hers as he spoke.
“And why would I do that?” There was a sharp click next to his temple, causing Roy to pale. Hawkeye had found her gun. He sighed against her lips, and looked down at her, disappointed. “Now it’s all fun and games until you pull a gun.” She pressed the barrel against his head. “Alright, Lieutenant, alright. I’ll move, but before I do I want you to know something.” Hawkeye laid her hand on the ground and gave the Colonel a curious look. Sliding his lips and cheek along the side of her face to her ear and feeling the softness of her skin against his, Roy breathed heavily, sending chills through her body as he did.
“I’m not the only one enjoying this.” Then Roy pushed himself back on to his knees offering his hand to Hawkeye.
Riza lay where she was, breathing heavily as she tried to recover her senses from what Roy had done to her. Flushed, she reached for the Colonel’s out stretched hand and let him help her up off the floor, and into a sitting position. She sat where she was for a moment then rose to her feet and going back into the bedroom, closing the door firmly behind her.
Roy watched her go and thought for a moment about following her, but judging by the way the door had slammed shut, he figured he would be unwelcome. Deciding to let her get whatever sleep she could between now and work tomorrow, Roy rose to his feet and walked back to the sofa, laying down and dozing off.
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Riza closed the door a little more forcefully than she had intended. She was still fuming from what had happened in the hallway and didn’t care that she had rattled the hinges as the door shut. She paced around the room, arms folded over her chest as she berated the Colonel for his immaturity and inability to control his sexual urges. How could he possible expect to rise to Fuhrer if he kept acting like…like…
Hawkeye gave a frustrated groan as she removed her pants and climbed back into the bed. She lay on her back, the image of the Mustang swimming in her mind over her as she tried to drop off to sleep again. She could feel his hand on her face even now and she rubbed her own hand over it to scrub the sensation from her skin. The last thing she needed was to give her imagination something to play with.
I’m not the only one enjoying this. The Colonel’s voice rang out in her mind as she continued to try and force her mind to stop. Enjoying what? Him making an idiot of himself by attempting to seduce her like all the other women he brought to his home? No he wouldn’t have meant that. Or did he mean him kissing her? Riza thought the idea over for a moment, the memory of his lips pressed against hers causing her heart to flutter lightly in her chest. She rolled onto her side curling up under the soft sheets as she did.
“Well of course I enjoyed it,” Hawkeye mumbled to herself closing her eyes. “It’s been years since anyone has kissed me. It’s not like he’s a bad kisser. I’m sure with all the women he dates, he is probably the best kisser in…” Hawkeye paused mid-sentence and groaned, twisting onto her other side. “What am I saying? I shouldn’t be contemplating whether or not the Colonel is a good kisser or not. It doesn’t matter. Even if it is some what intoxicating having him so close….” Grumbling again, Riza threw her legs out of bed and walked to the open bedroom window.
“What is Mustang thinking, leaving the window open like this? What if someone snuck in and tried to kill him in his sleep? It’s not safe.” She paused enjoying the cold night breeze against her hot face. Sighing she leaned against the frame crossing her arms as she stared off into the night.
“What am I doing? I can’t feel anything for the Colonel. It isn’t appropriate. But…Is that what it is? Do I have…feeling for the Colonel?” Riza shook her head firmly. “No, it’s just me being his subordinate. I’m confusing professionalism and emotions. I don’t feel anything for Mustang. Nothing more than a subordinate to her superior.” She hesitated, the words feeling wrong on her lips even as she stated them. “No, it’s nothing more than that. I may care for him as more, but it…NO! I do NOT have any emotional attachment to the Colonel other than as his subordinate.” She paused in her tirade to glance back at the door to the room, ensuring that Roy had not walked in on her to hear what she was saying. Relieved that she was still very much alone in the room she went back to looking out the window again. The breeze hit her face and she felt Roy’s hand again on her cheek, causing her heart to flutter slightly.
Maybe I do have feelings for him. Is that so bad? She hesitated in her thoughts, unwilling to cross the line even in her mind. I can’t have feelings for him, it’s against regulations. I can’t risk his career. Riza sighed.
“What am I supposed to do?” Hawkeye asked the empty room, looking up at the starlight sky. “Just walk up to him, salute, and say, “By the way, sir, I thought you might like to know that I’m in love with you. Please finish your paperwork.” Riza sighed again, turning back to the room to go to bed.
“Let’s hope for your sake that your precious Colonel feels the same way for you.” A voice called out from behind her low and gruff as something hard and cold collided with the base of her head, sending her over in an unconscious heap.
I know, cliffhanger. You are all going to kill me for that aren't you? Well, too bad. Don't worry, I'll try and have the next chapter up soon so you can have some resolution...maybe. Hehe, I'm evil.