Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Hawkeye's Present ❯ One-Shot
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Chibi Eiri Yuki 
Roy finds out (smoehow) that it's Hawkeye's brith day. He suprises her with as she has forgotten.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.08.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 893 | Status: Completed
Roy finds out (smoehow) that it's Hawkeye's brith day. He suprises her with as she has forgotten.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.08.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 893 | Status: Completed
I’ve had this one done for a while now but I couldn’t post it until the contest I entered it in was over. Gomen nasai.
This isn’t the first time you’ve used that excuse... ~.~;
*Shoots pistol shot at Roy* Leave her alone Sir. She’s been going through a lot lately & this time is true. She just got back from Anime Fest.
*Clings to Hawkeye* T.T Domo!
*Smiles, pats Yuki on head.* You’re welcome. By the way. Chibi Eiri Yuki doesn’t own any of the FMA characters.
Fine. *Crosses arms* Be that way.
Okay! On with the story! *Hits Roy on head* Quite! Shhhhh... << >>
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Hawkeye’s Present
Letting the heated shower water rain over her, she massaged her blonde hair. Causing white suds to form from the shampoo she applied to clean off the skin oil and any other unwanted substance that had settled in. The steam rolled out fogging the room. This was one of Hawkeye’s most enjoyable moments of the day.
At this time, she was able to relax and tend to her own needs. Instead of having to watch over her careless, ladies man, know it all, sly, cocky, quite good looking, Colonel, Roy Mustang. His ambitions did not always quite fit to his personality, especially when you knew how serious he could be. But it was nice to know he had a humorous side.
Hawkeye giggled at the thought of when he had said becoming the Fuhrer was to make the lady soldiers ware ‘tiny miniskirts’ for their work attire. It was one of those unexpected moments that came from The Colonel and gave everyone a few laughs, seeing as to how the Colonel never really showed anyone his relaxed side, besides Lt. Colonel Hughes. That was understandable to her. She would never let any of her fellow soldiers see her like she was right now, especially not letting them hear her giggle as she had just done.
Her image at work was an intelligent person that used her head before taking action with her gun, while never showing much emotion, and also looking after The Colonel. Making sure he did not get to full of himself, trying something reckless. (Such as using his flame technique in the rain.) People always asked if she enjoyed watching over him. Her answer was always the same every time, ‘It’s not completely bad once you adapt to him, and if I don’t who will?’ Most laughed and agreed continuing the conversation.
Honestly though, she really didn’t mind. It’s not that she had not grown accustom to it. She’d rather watch over him instead of someone else. The only time she disliked, no hated, it is when she walks in on his ‘make out sessions’ with the other woman soldiers from in the building. This always made her feel worse about herself. Along with thinking she would never be good enough for him.
Throughout the time she had been there, which was a while now, he had not made any advances on her sexually. This sometimes made her feel good, knowing that maybe he might like her for more then her body. That quickly lead to sadness, and all thought of him liking her at all vanished. Most of the girls she saw him with were much better looking then she would ever be. Along with much better personalities...He was too good for her anyway. Well, at least looks-wise.
After pressing her thumb and pointer finger together, a strand of hair caught between them, she slid them down on the hair listening for a squeak. Hearing it, she laid her head back into the running water rinsing out the suds. She reached for the bottle that read ‘conditioner’ on it, when the doorbell rang, followed by a knocking.
Hawkeye stopped all of her action in surprise to the ring and, knock as she looked out the open bathroom door. Who could be at her door this late at night? It was at least ten. She did not have any close friends or family. So then who...?
The doorbell rang again, snapping her out of her shock. “One moment!” She yelled out while turning off the shower water, hurrying out of the tub. On her way out of the bathroom she had grabbed a towel to wrap around her for coverage.
Reaching the door her right hand unlocked it, and turned the doorknob, while her left hand held up the towel that was lousily put on. She pulled the door wide open in curiosity of who it was.
Standing on her porch was a male figure, his back to her. He was wearing a nice, clean cut, black suit. His short hair matched the color of his suit. His, nicely sized, hands were concealed in white gloves with a red, laced, transmutation circle on the center back of them. His right hand was in his pocket and his left one held something that looked like a bottle. There was only one person Hawkeye knew that fit the man’s body form. Turning around he only confirmed her suspicions.
Roy Mustang stood, handsomely, in front of Hawkeye the full moon’s light outlined his trimmed figure. He had a look of surprise on his face, as so did she. “Sir?” She asked as she questioned him being there, and how good he looked in a suit. She wondered, now, why The Colonel had that sly grin on his face.
“And I thought I was just coming for a friendly visit, silly me.” His voice broke her wondering, when seeing herself, in only a towel, reflecting off Roy’s dark eyes. She had forgotten that she was not dressed and had come from the shower. She was too caught up in her astonishment of Mustang being at her front door.
“Sorry if I interrupted anything, Liza.” He said as she slimed the open door to an eye crack.
It was the first time he had said her name so casually. This confused her more but she was quick to correct his misinterpretation. “I was only taking a shower. Don’t get the wrong Idea.”
Roy shrugged smirking. “Whatever you want to call it.”
“W-what are you doing here, Sir?” She asked with slight hesitation, ignoring his last comment.
“It’s your birthday today, right?” He held up the wine bottle in his hand as he smiled. “I figured we’d celebrate.”
Hawkeye looked questioningly at him. ’What had he said about my birthday?’ Looking at the calendar the realization hit. She looked back at him as he grinned. “Don’t tell me you forgot your own birthday?” He said with a chuckle.
Indeed she had forgotten her own birthday. But if she did not remember it, how did Roy know? She pondered this for a moment before hearing Roy speak again getting back her attention. “What do you say?” He was smirking knowing he was right as he gestured the bottle toward her slightly.
After looking at the expensive bottle of red wine for a moment, she sighed. Letting go of the door while taking a step back she gave Roy directions. “You come in and sit down while I go get some clothes on.” She moved her hair out of her face with her free hand as her eyes closed.
At this time Roy brought his other hand out of his pocket placing it on the door, widening the crack for his entrance. “But the towel looks so much better on you then any clothes would.”
Rolling her eyes at the remark, she walked off to her bedroom shutting and locking the door behind her. Opening some drawers and her closet, she pulled out: a white tank, a white bra, white underwear, and white sleeping pants. Drying herself first with the towel, she thought.
How exactly did Roy know about her birthday? She had not said anything at work, seeing to how she forgot it herself. She was still appalled that she had forgotten her own birthday. Though it was reasonable. With all the Scar sightings and cases she was working had her stressed out. She was just happy somebody remembered- or knew about it for that matter. She was twice as pleased that it was Mustang.
After dressing and brushing her hair into a ponytail she walked out of her room to the living room. Where Roy had made himself comfortable on one of the two couches that sat facing each other. On the table, in front of him, were two wine glasses filled with a dark red liquid. The wine bottle that he had shown off at the door was sitting next to them, opened.
Noticing Hawkeye, Roy began eyeing at the unoccupied cushion next to him, suggesting that she flop herself down to relax here. Most girls would fall into Roy’s offer as a knife cuts through warm butter. Unfortunately for Roy, Hawkeye was not ‘most girls.’ Although she did like him, and want to sit by him very much, she would not. Instead she carried herself to the opposite couch, sitting across from him and picking up a glass of the newly poured wine, taking a sip with her eyes closed. Treating him like you would a child, showing him that he cannot always get what he wants.
His eyes gleamed as he watched her purposely deny he’s gracious offer. ‘That’s probably the reason I enjoy her so much. She isn’t like the other girls that fall into my grasp with just one simple glance.’ He thought picking up his glass and drinking it.
After removing the glass from his lips he looked at Hawkeye with a smirk and that sarcastic emotion began to fill the room. “So where’s the wet T-shirt contest, Liza? I wasn’t informed the celebration was going to have events.”
Her eyes still closed; she answered his sarcastic question with another. “I didn’t know either, Sir. Where’s the formal party you were going to before coming here?” She was as bitter as ever.
“We’re not at work anymore Liza,” He quickly continued to avoid her question. “There’s no need to call me Sir now. Call me Roy if anything.”
Again she would respond with disappointment. “When you’re around, I’m always at work,” Opening her eyes, looking at Roy, she finished what she was saying. “Sir.”
Roy’s eyes narrowed at her, he frowned. “As a higher-ranking officer, I command you to address me as Roy while not on duty.” He stared at her, waiting for her response.
She smirked, smiled as she took another sip from the glass of the whine. After moving the glass back to the table, finished, she spoke. “Your commands and orders are useless when we’re off duty Colonel.”
He leaned forward on the couch, glaring at her, showing his dislike in her antics. Hawkeye just stared back, seeming to be unaffected. Sighing he gave up, plopping himself back onto the couch with his free arm hanging, lazily, over the back. “Have I ever won with you, Liza?”
“Not yet Sir.” Hawkeye inclined as making a mental note of another win.
Sighing, again, Roy closed his eyes, putting his glass down on the table, and began unbuttoning his black suit jacket to reveal a purple dress shirt. Unbuttoned all the way, he slid it off laying it next to him, and then stood. Stretching his arms a bit while making his way to the record player that sat in the corner of the room.
Lifting the needle up and over onto the black record he had selected, soft music slowly consumed the room as Mustang made his way over to Hawkeye with a gloved hand out to her. “Dance?” He offered with slyness to his voice that caused all the girls to melt- even Hawkeye.
Looking at his hand for a moment before letting her eyes drift up meet his. Captured in his stare, her hand fell into the gloved palm presented to her. She was not really sure how she felt right now. Or why she took his hand when usually she would refuse. There was just something about the why he had opened himself to her. Maybe, it was the purple...
Mustang gripped her hand firmly before pulling Hawkeye to her feet and holding her close with his other armplacing it, accordingly, on her lower back. His other hand, which had taken Hawkeye’s hand, was out to the side in a Waltz type dance position. Along with Hawkeye’s hand intertwined. Before starting the lead of movement he looked down at Hawkeye with his, know it all; smirk and a softened look to his eyes.
The music that played was soothing, Hawkeye felt herself starting to relax. Scarlet flushed her cheek bones as she was held, firmly, to Roy’s muscular torso and looked down upon by those dark glimmering eyes, they were so intimidating. Gripping his hand nervously, realizing, she had never danced before. It was not often that she went to, or was invited to, parties. In spite of that she laid her head on Mustang’s chest allowing her eyes to close, following the lead/pace he had set in time to the music’s beat. Cradling her head under his chin, Hawkeye listened to Roy’s steady heartbeat. It was a warming sound, as was his embrace. While dancing her thoughts rose.
The scent from Roy’s body seemed to be a mixture of: newly bought cloths, men’s cologne, and the smell that he always carried with him, it was pleasant to inhale. Then again everything about him, right now, was sweet and pleasant in Hawkeye’s point of view. Him coming to her house, unannounced, was a shocking but also nice present. It was overwhelming in a fashion. One thing Hawkeye did not understand is why she gave into dancing. She had never danced before this moment, so why did she try it? Maybe it was the purple shirt that looked so damn good on him, hypnotizing her into doing it. It was careless of her but, somehow, it did not matter.
Roy’s suddenly broke her thought when his, lowered, voice came. “This could only be better if you were in a ball gown” Hawkeye did not move from her position as she listened to his reason. “Because then we’d be Beauty &, The Beast.”
“There’s one more problem...” Hawkeye reasoned, careful not to break the fragile mood that had set, as she felt Roy pull her closer and smell her un-dry hair. “..there’s no beauty here either.”
The music stopped, as did they. But they’re positions remained, besides adjusting their out stretched arms to a better set place. Roy’s was gently laid on Hawkeye’s, upper, back parallel to his right one. Hawkeye laid her hand on his shoulder, letting her arm hang from there. No movement happened between the two for a good ten to fifteen minuets. They just stayed in their comfortable positions, eyes closed, and both utterly relaxed.
Roy was the first to break away. Unhooking his right arm from around Hawkeye, to dig in his pocket. “I got you something.” He proclaimed as Hawkeye groaned in protest, of the sudden move, while the spot where his arm once sat grew room temperature.
Pulling out a slender rectangular box he moved his other hand to Hawkeye’s shoulder pushing her away gently. Again Hawkeye protested before letting herself be forced away from the warmth. Roy showed her the box that he held with a sweet smile. Looking at the box then looking back to Roy, she pointed a finger at herself asking ‘for me.’ As he nodded a yes, she kindly took the box from him, opening it.
Inside laid a necklace sparkling with diamonds, and had a platinum square locket dangling in the middle of it. Hawkeye dazzled at it in awe and silence. Amazed, and almost blinded, by the diamond light that glistened out as the velvet box was moved under the room light.
Roy grind, pleased with Hawkeye’s reaction of her chin dropping in amazement, her eyes showing exhilaration. “You like?” He asked with a sweet tone to his voice and half lidded eyes, still grinning.
She raised her eyes up to look at Mustang. She smiled opening her mouth to say something, only to have it close wordlessly. Then it reopened, only for it to close silently once more. All she could do was nod. She had never received anything like this before. Actually, when she thought of it, she couldn’t remember seeing anything like this either.
Her last birthday was spent alone, her reading a book on one of the couches. Havoc had said ‘happy birthday’ to her at work, but that was about all. The year before that was the same way only a different colleague wishing her with a ‘happy birthday’.
Mustang gently took the box from Hawkeye, removing the necklace carefully. Placing the box on the wooden mantle, over the fireplace, he unhooked the latch of the necklace spreading the ends apart. Moving the glittering, platinum, diamond laced chain around Hawkeye’s, slender, neck and latched the ends back together. Stepping back, he let his chin sit in the arched skin between his thumb and pointer finger, to admire his work. There is only one thing that seemed to be out of place here.
Shutting his eyes with a smirk gracing his lips Mustang’s out searched one gloved hand, to where it was at Hawkeye’s ponytail holder. He snapped his wrist causing his thumb and middle finger to graze against each other lightly creating a small spark. The ponytail holder made a ‘sizzling’ nose before burning off and falling to the floor letting Hawkeye’s, natural highlight colored, hair flow freely upon her shoulders and back. It was just as he had pictured it... beautiful.
Jumping forward, slightly startled at the snap Hawkeye practically jumped into Roy’s arms. She had seen his handy work many times before. Lets just say it was not something you put on a ‘wish list’. Once realizing what he had done she looked at him with a, somewhat, annoyed glare. “You could have just asked me to take it out instead of torching it off.”
Roy just grinned down at her. “But that was much more entertaining than just asking.“ He pushed some of her bangs back behind her ear and out of the way of her, amber, eyes.
Hawkeye shut her eyes, and shook her head. “I’m just glad you have your technique under control. I don’t think I would have enjoyed being fried chicken.”
Chuckling at her statement Mustang removed his glove from one hand tangling the, newly, exposed fingers in Hawkeye’s blonde locks, leaving the rest to lie upon the side of her face. “You know Liza, I have one more thing for you.” The sweet tone returned.
Leaning into the palm that had been settled on her face, Hawkeye reopened her eyes, looking up to Roy, only to blush, when seeing his gaze directed down on her like he had earlier: half lidded eyes along with a satisfied grin. She slowly smiled back, her blush staying light. “What more could you possibly give me, Roy, to make me any more pleased with you?”
Hearing his name escape her pale lips startled him. She always used ‘Sir’ or ‘Colonel’. It was pleasing to hear something different. This only made him grin more as he leaned down to even his eyes with hers.
“Well, first,” He began with a now smirking mouth. “I’m going to correct you. There is a beauty here. Secondly, I’m going to jot down that I have, finally, won against you. Thirdly,” His smirk faded back into a grin as he did not continue to explain, just moved his lips lightly over hers, kissing her.
After a moment of shock Hawkeye did respond to the kiss closing her eyes, and moving closer to him letting her arms wrap around his neck, while his glided around her waist straightening up.
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Darkness filled the room. The two had fallen, tenderly, asleep cuddling on the couch. Well, Hawkeye had at least. Roy had, more so, passed out after drinking the rest of the bottle of the wine.
Hawkeye adjusted herself in Mustang’s arms, waking a little. Rising up she looked at her, or what she thought of, new boyfriend and smiled. ‘Havoc is going to be disappointed..’ She thought while moving some of Mustang’s bangs from his closed eyes and laying her head back on his chest listening to his heart beat while drifting back to, not far off, slumber.
~End~
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I really hoped you liked it. << >> It’s the first non-hintai fic I’ve done. << >> Along with my first non-yaoi...<< >> So how was it? My mom is the one who edited it for me. Much thanks to her. *Bows* I don’t know what place I got in the contest but I didn’t win anything. *Sighs* Please review! Tell me it I should do more non-hintai & non-yaoi fics. *Bows* Domo.
This isn’t the first time you’ve used that excuse... ~.~;
*Shoots pistol shot at Roy* Leave her alone Sir. She’s been going through a lot lately & this time is true. She just got back from Anime Fest.
*Clings to Hawkeye* T.T Domo!
*Smiles, pats Yuki on head.* You’re welcome. By the way. Chibi Eiri Yuki doesn’t own any of the FMA characters.
Fine. *Crosses arms* Be that way.
Okay! On with the story! *Hits Roy on head* Quite! Shhhhh... << >>
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Hawkeye’s Present
Letting the heated shower water rain over her, she massaged her blonde hair. Causing white suds to form from the shampoo she applied to clean off the skin oil and any other unwanted substance that had settled in. The steam rolled out fogging the room. This was one of Hawkeye’s most enjoyable moments of the day.
At this time, she was able to relax and tend to her own needs. Instead of having to watch over her careless, ladies man, know it all, sly, cocky, quite good looking, Colonel, Roy Mustang. His ambitions did not always quite fit to his personality, especially when you knew how serious he could be. But it was nice to know he had a humorous side.
Hawkeye giggled at the thought of when he had said becoming the Fuhrer was to make the lady soldiers ware ‘tiny miniskirts’ for their work attire. It was one of those unexpected moments that came from The Colonel and gave everyone a few laughs, seeing as to how the Colonel never really showed anyone his relaxed side, besides Lt. Colonel Hughes. That was understandable to her. She would never let any of her fellow soldiers see her like she was right now, especially not letting them hear her giggle as she had just done.
Her image at work was an intelligent person that used her head before taking action with her gun, while never showing much emotion, and also looking after The Colonel. Making sure he did not get to full of himself, trying something reckless. (Such as using his flame technique in the rain.) People always asked if she enjoyed watching over him. Her answer was always the same every time, ‘It’s not completely bad once you adapt to him, and if I don’t who will?’ Most laughed and agreed continuing the conversation.
Honestly though, she really didn’t mind. It’s not that she had not grown accustom to it. She’d rather watch over him instead of someone else. The only time she disliked, no hated, it is when she walks in on his ‘make out sessions’ with the other woman soldiers from in the building. This always made her feel worse about herself. Along with thinking she would never be good enough for him.
Throughout the time she had been there, which was a while now, he had not made any advances on her sexually. This sometimes made her feel good, knowing that maybe he might like her for more then her body. That quickly lead to sadness, and all thought of him liking her at all vanished. Most of the girls she saw him with were much better looking then she would ever be. Along with much better personalities...He was too good for her anyway. Well, at least looks-wise.
After pressing her thumb and pointer finger together, a strand of hair caught between them, she slid them down on the hair listening for a squeak. Hearing it, she laid her head back into the running water rinsing out the suds. She reached for the bottle that read ‘conditioner’ on it, when the doorbell rang, followed by a knocking.
Hawkeye stopped all of her action in surprise to the ring and, knock as she looked out the open bathroom door. Who could be at her door this late at night? It was at least ten. She did not have any close friends or family. So then who...?
The doorbell rang again, snapping her out of her shock. “One moment!” She yelled out while turning off the shower water, hurrying out of the tub. On her way out of the bathroom she had grabbed a towel to wrap around her for coverage.
Reaching the door her right hand unlocked it, and turned the doorknob, while her left hand held up the towel that was lousily put on. She pulled the door wide open in curiosity of who it was.
Standing on her porch was a male figure, his back to her. He was wearing a nice, clean cut, black suit. His short hair matched the color of his suit. His, nicely sized, hands were concealed in white gloves with a red, laced, transmutation circle on the center back of them. His right hand was in his pocket and his left one held something that looked like a bottle. There was only one person Hawkeye knew that fit the man’s body form. Turning around he only confirmed her suspicions.
Roy Mustang stood, handsomely, in front of Hawkeye the full moon’s light outlined his trimmed figure. He had a look of surprise on his face, as so did she. “Sir?” She asked as she questioned him being there, and how good he looked in a suit. She wondered, now, why The Colonel had that sly grin on his face.
“And I thought I was just coming for a friendly visit, silly me.” His voice broke her wondering, when seeing herself, in only a towel, reflecting off Roy’s dark eyes. She had forgotten that she was not dressed and had come from the shower. She was too caught up in her astonishment of Mustang being at her front door.
“Sorry if I interrupted anything, Liza.” He said as she slimed the open door to an eye crack.
It was the first time he had said her name so casually. This confused her more but she was quick to correct his misinterpretation. “I was only taking a shower. Don’t get the wrong Idea.”
Roy shrugged smirking. “Whatever you want to call it.”
“W-what are you doing here, Sir?” She asked with slight hesitation, ignoring his last comment.
“It’s your birthday today, right?” He held up the wine bottle in his hand as he smiled. “I figured we’d celebrate.”
Hawkeye looked questioningly at him. ’What had he said about my birthday?’ Looking at the calendar the realization hit. She looked back at him as he grinned. “Don’t tell me you forgot your own birthday?” He said with a chuckle.
Indeed she had forgotten her own birthday. But if she did not remember it, how did Roy know? She pondered this for a moment before hearing Roy speak again getting back her attention. “What do you say?” He was smirking knowing he was right as he gestured the bottle toward her slightly.
After looking at the expensive bottle of red wine for a moment, she sighed. Letting go of the door while taking a step back she gave Roy directions. “You come in and sit down while I go get some clothes on.” She moved her hair out of her face with her free hand as her eyes closed.
At this time Roy brought his other hand out of his pocket placing it on the door, widening the crack for his entrance. “But the towel looks so much better on you then any clothes would.”
Rolling her eyes at the remark, she walked off to her bedroom shutting and locking the door behind her. Opening some drawers and her closet, she pulled out: a white tank, a white bra, white underwear, and white sleeping pants. Drying herself first with the towel, she thought.
How exactly did Roy know about her birthday? She had not said anything at work, seeing to how she forgot it herself. She was still appalled that she had forgotten her own birthday. Though it was reasonable. With all the Scar sightings and cases she was working had her stressed out. She was just happy somebody remembered- or knew about it for that matter. She was twice as pleased that it was Mustang.
After dressing and brushing her hair into a ponytail she walked out of her room to the living room. Where Roy had made himself comfortable on one of the two couches that sat facing each other. On the table, in front of him, were two wine glasses filled with a dark red liquid. The wine bottle that he had shown off at the door was sitting next to them, opened.
Noticing Hawkeye, Roy began eyeing at the unoccupied cushion next to him, suggesting that she flop herself down to relax here. Most girls would fall into Roy’s offer as a knife cuts through warm butter. Unfortunately for Roy, Hawkeye was not ‘most girls.’ Although she did like him, and want to sit by him very much, she would not. Instead she carried herself to the opposite couch, sitting across from him and picking up a glass of the newly poured wine, taking a sip with her eyes closed. Treating him like you would a child, showing him that he cannot always get what he wants.
His eyes gleamed as he watched her purposely deny he’s gracious offer. ‘That’s probably the reason I enjoy her so much. She isn’t like the other girls that fall into my grasp with just one simple glance.’ He thought picking up his glass and drinking it.
After removing the glass from his lips he looked at Hawkeye with a smirk and that sarcastic emotion began to fill the room. “So where’s the wet T-shirt contest, Liza? I wasn’t informed the celebration was going to have events.”
Her eyes still closed; she answered his sarcastic question with another. “I didn’t know either, Sir. Where’s the formal party you were going to before coming here?” She was as bitter as ever.
“We’re not at work anymore Liza,” He quickly continued to avoid her question. “There’s no need to call me Sir now. Call me Roy if anything.”
Again she would respond with disappointment. “When you’re around, I’m always at work,” Opening her eyes, looking at Roy, she finished what she was saying. “Sir.”
Roy’s eyes narrowed at her, he frowned. “As a higher-ranking officer, I command you to address me as Roy while not on duty.” He stared at her, waiting for her response.
She smirked, smiled as she took another sip from the glass of the whine. After moving the glass back to the table, finished, she spoke. “Your commands and orders are useless when we’re off duty Colonel.”
He leaned forward on the couch, glaring at her, showing his dislike in her antics. Hawkeye just stared back, seeming to be unaffected. Sighing he gave up, plopping himself back onto the couch with his free arm hanging, lazily, over the back. “Have I ever won with you, Liza?”
“Not yet Sir.” Hawkeye inclined as making a mental note of another win.
Sighing, again, Roy closed his eyes, putting his glass down on the table, and began unbuttoning his black suit jacket to reveal a purple dress shirt. Unbuttoned all the way, he slid it off laying it next to him, and then stood. Stretching his arms a bit while making his way to the record player that sat in the corner of the room.
Lifting the needle up and over onto the black record he had selected, soft music slowly consumed the room as Mustang made his way over to Hawkeye with a gloved hand out to her. “Dance?” He offered with slyness to his voice that caused all the girls to melt- even Hawkeye.
Looking at his hand for a moment before letting her eyes drift up meet his. Captured in his stare, her hand fell into the gloved palm presented to her. She was not really sure how she felt right now. Or why she took his hand when usually she would refuse. There was just something about the why he had opened himself to her. Maybe, it was the purple...
Mustang gripped her hand firmly before pulling Hawkeye to her feet and holding her close with his other armplacing it, accordingly, on her lower back. His other hand, which had taken Hawkeye’s hand, was out to the side in a Waltz type dance position. Along with Hawkeye’s hand intertwined. Before starting the lead of movement he looked down at Hawkeye with his, know it all; smirk and a softened look to his eyes.
The music that played was soothing, Hawkeye felt herself starting to relax. Scarlet flushed her cheek bones as she was held, firmly, to Roy’s muscular torso and looked down upon by those dark glimmering eyes, they were so intimidating. Gripping his hand nervously, realizing, she had never danced before. It was not often that she went to, or was invited to, parties. In spite of that she laid her head on Mustang’s chest allowing her eyes to close, following the lead/pace he had set in time to the music’s beat. Cradling her head under his chin, Hawkeye listened to Roy’s steady heartbeat. It was a warming sound, as was his embrace. While dancing her thoughts rose.
The scent from Roy’s body seemed to be a mixture of: newly bought cloths, men’s cologne, and the smell that he always carried with him, it was pleasant to inhale. Then again everything about him, right now, was sweet and pleasant in Hawkeye’s point of view. Him coming to her house, unannounced, was a shocking but also nice present. It was overwhelming in a fashion. One thing Hawkeye did not understand is why she gave into dancing. She had never danced before this moment, so why did she try it? Maybe it was the purple shirt that looked so damn good on him, hypnotizing her into doing it. It was careless of her but, somehow, it did not matter.
Roy’s suddenly broke her thought when his, lowered, voice came. “This could only be better if you were in a ball gown” Hawkeye did not move from her position as she listened to his reason. “Because then we’d be Beauty &, The Beast.”
“There’s one more problem...” Hawkeye reasoned, careful not to break the fragile mood that had set, as she felt Roy pull her closer and smell her un-dry hair. “..there’s no beauty here either.”
The music stopped, as did they. But they’re positions remained, besides adjusting their out stretched arms to a better set place. Roy’s was gently laid on Hawkeye’s, upper, back parallel to his right one. Hawkeye laid her hand on his shoulder, letting her arm hang from there. No movement happened between the two for a good ten to fifteen minuets. They just stayed in their comfortable positions, eyes closed, and both utterly relaxed.
Roy was the first to break away. Unhooking his right arm from around Hawkeye, to dig in his pocket. “I got you something.” He proclaimed as Hawkeye groaned in protest, of the sudden move, while the spot where his arm once sat grew room temperature.
Pulling out a slender rectangular box he moved his other hand to Hawkeye’s shoulder pushing her away gently. Again Hawkeye protested before letting herself be forced away from the warmth. Roy showed her the box that he held with a sweet smile. Looking at the box then looking back to Roy, she pointed a finger at herself asking ‘for me.’ As he nodded a yes, she kindly took the box from him, opening it.
Inside laid a necklace sparkling with diamonds, and had a platinum square locket dangling in the middle of it. Hawkeye dazzled at it in awe and silence. Amazed, and almost blinded, by the diamond light that glistened out as the velvet box was moved under the room light.
Roy grind, pleased with Hawkeye’s reaction of her chin dropping in amazement, her eyes showing exhilaration. “You like?” He asked with a sweet tone to his voice and half lidded eyes, still grinning.
She raised her eyes up to look at Mustang. She smiled opening her mouth to say something, only to have it close wordlessly. Then it reopened, only for it to close silently once more. All she could do was nod. She had never received anything like this before. Actually, when she thought of it, she couldn’t remember seeing anything like this either.
Her last birthday was spent alone, her reading a book on one of the couches. Havoc had said ‘happy birthday’ to her at work, but that was about all. The year before that was the same way only a different colleague wishing her with a ‘happy birthday’.
Mustang gently took the box from Hawkeye, removing the necklace carefully. Placing the box on the wooden mantle, over the fireplace, he unhooked the latch of the necklace spreading the ends apart. Moving the glittering, platinum, diamond laced chain around Hawkeye’s, slender, neck and latched the ends back together. Stepping back, he let his chin sit in the arched skin between his thumb and pointer finger, to admire his work. There is only one thing that seemed to be out of place here.
Shutting his eyes with a smirk gracing his lips Mustang’s out searched one gloved hand, to where it was at Hawkeye’s ponytail holder. He snapped his wrist causing his thumb and middle finger to graze against each other lightly creating a small spark. The ponytail holder made a ‘sizzling’ nose before burning off and falling to the floor letting Hawkeye’s, natural highlight colored, hair flow freely upon her shoulders and back. It was just as he had pictured it... beautiful.
Jumping forward, slightly startled at the snap Hawkeye practically jumped into Roy’s arms. She had seen his handy work many times before. Lets just say it was not something you put on a ‘wish list’. Once realizing what he had done she looked at him with a, somewhat, annoyed glare. “You could have just asked me to take it out instead of torching it off.”
Roy just grinned down at her. “But that was much more entertaining than just asking.“ He pushed some of her bangs back behind her ear and out of the way of her, amber, eyes.
Hawkeye shut her eyes, and shook her head. “I’m just glad you have your technique under control. I don’t think I would have enjoyed being fried chicken.”
Chuckling at her statement Mustang removed his glove from one hand tangling the, newly, exposed fingers in Hawkeye’s blonde locks, leaving the rest to lie upon the side of her face. “You know Liza, I have one more thing for you.” The sweet tone returned.
Leaning into the palm that had been settled on her face, Hawkeye reopened her eyes, looking up to Roy, only to blush, when seeing his gaze directed down on her like he had earlier: half lidded eyes along with a satisfied grin. She slowly smiled back, her blush staying light. “What more could you possibly give me, Roy, to make me any more pleased with you?”
Hearing his name escape her pale lips startled him. She always used ‘Sir’ or ‘Colonel’. It was pleasing to hear something different. This only made him grin more as he leaned down to even his eyes with hers.
“Well, first,” He began with a now smirking mouth. “I’m going to correct you. There is a beauty here. Secondly, I’m going to jot down that I have, finally, won against you. Thirdly,” His smirk faded back into a grin as he did not continue to explain, just moved his lips lightly over hers, kissing her.
After a moment of shock Hawkeye did respond to the kiss closing her eyes, and moving closer to him letting her arms wrap around his neck, while his glided around her waist straightening up.
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Darkness filled the room. The two had fallen, tenderly, asleep cuddling on the couch. Well, Hawkeye had at least. Roy had, more so, passed out after drinking the rest of the bottle of the wine.
Hawkeye adjusted herself in Mustang’s arms, waking a little. Rising up she looked at her, or what she thought of, new boyfriend and smiled. ‘Havoc is going to be disappointed..’ She thought while moving some of Mustang’s bangs from his closed eyes and laying her head back on his chest listening to his heart beat while drifting back to, not far off, slumber.
~End~
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I really hoped you liked it. << >> It’s the first non-hintai fic I’ve done. << >> Along with my first non-yaoi...<< >> So how was it? My mom is the one who edited it for me. Much thanks to her. *Bows* I don’t know what place I got in the contest but I didn’t win anything. *Sighs* Please review! Tell me it I should do more non-hintai & non-yaoi fics. *Bows* Domo.