On very very rare occasions, Roy Mustang's iron self-control would slip, and his frustration would make him reckless. He might pursue a suspect without proper backup, or allow a bit too much bite in an otherwise innocuous response to a fellow officer. But Riza Hawkeye would always be there to bring him back in line, be it physically pulling him out of danger or simply raising a brow in warning.
This was the sixth or seventh evening in a row the two had been in the office past nine o'clock. Even Roy had given up procrastinating during the day in the hopes of finally getting home at a decent hour. But here they were, jackets slung over the backs of their chairs and heads bent over slowly dwindling piles of documents, while takeout containers of food grew cold on their desks.
In the last hour, Riza had felt his eyes on multiple occasions--long, intent stares that he didn't even have the decency to try to disguise when she caught him.
At 9:23, he asked what she was reading. When she told him, he insisted she bring it over so he could read it too, making sure to drag his fingers over her hand when she passed him the file.
At 9:37, he walked past her desk for what was probably the tenth time, claiming he'd seen something moving by the door. Honestly, at this point, she didn't even know why he bothered with excuses.
At 9:51, she stood to refile a document--and he followed her, an irritatingly placid expression on his face.
Finally she swung around to face him with a long, irritated sigh. "Really, sir--"
He moved smoothly into her personal space, taking advantage of her surprise to back her into the wall next to her desk.
“First Lieutenant,” Roy sighed, shaking his head, “you’re supposed to keep me from doing things like this.”
Despite his words, he'd obviously thought this through at least a little; they were in one of the few spots out of sight of the large windows. This late, they would have been clearly visible in the brightly lit room.
Riza rather thought that his recklessness must be contagious, because she was doing nothing to stop him. In fact, raising an eyebrow and pressing her breasts against his chest could quite reasonably be seen as encouragement.
"You're supposed to know better than to do them in the first place," she responded, keeping her hands still at her side.
"It's been three weeks," he complained in a low voice. "I don't have that kind of willpower." He lay one hand on her hip while the other gently stroked her arm, the touch light, but firm enough not to tickle.
Her inner thighs tingled as she shifted, feeling the firm muscles of his legs through the rough material of her pants. “Well, you had better get some, sir.” Because hers was nowhere to be found, apparently. After not being able to see him outside of work for almost a month, her patience was worn to threads.
Roy closed his eyes briefly, letting his forehead drop to hers. "But you make it so difficult."
She took a deep breath. “You’re hardly making this easy yourself, sir,” she said pointedly. “I’m not the one pressing you up against the wall.”
"Hmm," he purred, letting one forearm rest on the wall above her head. "You could if you wanted."
Riza felt herself grow warm, and her legs trembled with the effort of not clamping around his hips.
"Oh, that face...you like the idea, don’t you?" His voice roughened, and Riza knew they were dangerously close to the point of no return.
Roy bent his head, letting his lips brush the line of her jaw. "You know, you never did tell me what you were thinking about that day," he murmured against her ear. "Was that it? Were you restraining me, Lieutenant? I'd love to hear about it."
"You're never going to let that go, are you?" she muttered, feeling her pulse speed up as she fixed her eyes somewhere over his shoulder.
"Well...if you would just tell me, I wouldn't need to bother you about it anymore."
"You don't need to bother me about it now, sir."
"Oh?" He rocked his hips forward, his breath brushing over the spot below her ear; his fingers teased the skin at her waist, brushing aside the hem of her black turtleneck. "Tell me more about what I need, Lieutenant."
Riza let her head fall back, and she bit her lip on a soft whimper. She wanted so badly to feel his heat against her skin instead of muffled by layers of uniform.
She couldn't let this happen, though. No matter how badly they wanted it, she wouldn't allow them to take that kind of chance. She worked one hand between their bodies and after a moment’s hesitation, pushed on his chest. “We can’t do this, sir. Not here.”
He pressed against her hand, his dark eyes holding hers, and for one wild moment, she thought he would disregard her words. Then he pulled back, relaxing.
"As always, Hawkeye," he sighed, "you're the voice of reason."
"One of us has to be," she replied, telling herself that it was stupid to be disappointed. "Now please sit back down, sir. I'm not very happy with you right now."
Roy frowned as he walked back to his desk, dropping into his chair and picking up the topmost document on his pile. Maybe now he'd manage to get something done so they could get out of there before dawn. A few disgruntled glances notwithstanding, he soon got back to work without another word.
Riza, on the other hand, was left scowling down at her desk. Typical of him, to come over and harass her until her concentration was shot, then go back to work as though nothing had happened. She glared at the security roster in front of her, wanting nothing more than to bite the pout right off his sullen mouth.
"Aren't we done yet, Hawkeye?"
It seems she'd spoken too soon. Riza looked over at his desk, and was surprised to see his to-do pile was much lower than she expected. She stood and walked the security roster over to him. "Just sign this, sir, and you're free to go wherever you'd like."
He looked blank for a moment, then began to scan the document. "Perhaps this evening can be salvaged after all." His eyes darted up to hers in time to see her slow smile.
"I'm sure you'll make the best of the time you have, Colonel."
Roy grinned as he scrawled his signature at the bottom of the page. "Oh, absolutely." He stood and began tossing files into his desk drawer, locking it with one of the several keys he kept on him at all times.
Riza raised an eyebrow as she pulled on her coat. "That eager to be gone, sir?"
"Never doubt it, Lieutenant," he said, his eyes soft.
She turned away to hide her blush, knowing she hadn't fooled him a bit; she was just as anxious to get back to her place as he was. "Then let's not dawdle, sir."
He motioned her ahead of him, but she simply raised an eyebrow. He sighed, then moved past her down the hallway; she fell into step beside him and a pace behind. They would be at her apartment soon enough, but until then, it wouldn't do to act any differently than normal. People were always so quick to gossip, to seize on any shred of apparent improper behavior. There was no one in sight, but didn't mean they should relax their guard.
Roy paused at the gates; he lived in the opposite direction as she did, and the sentries had seen the two of them leave enough times this week to know that. "Isn't the Green and Gray over by your place, Hawkeye?"
"Yes sir," she replied.
He sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. "I think I'll head over there for a bit before going home." He grinned at her. "I'm afraid you're stuck with me a little while longer."
Riza nodded. "Understood." He would stop for exactly one drink--long enough to be seen and remembered--before joining her at her apartment. The subterfuge might be unnecessary, but she refused to take any chances. It also gave her a chance to see to Hayate, who she was sure badly needed to be let out by now.
She let her eyes roam over his face as they walked down the street, leaving Central headquarters behind them. They may have had to take more care than the average couple, but it was more than worth it to her. What they had was precious and she would guard it with everything she had.