Embers And Envelopes

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, but I do own a some graphic novels and a plushie Roy Mustang...does that count? Summary: Ed has a mission, and Havoc has a confession... ** Chapter 5: Blind Submission ** Riza surveyed the room from her desk. The room was quiet, minus the scribbling of pens across paper. Roy had taken Ed into the inner office, and was briefing him on the current situation. Havoc's desk was empty, he had gone for another cigarette break. She sighed. This whole ordeal was getting far too complicated. She reached blindly for her bag on the floor. Not finding it, she ducked her head down. Under her desk was empty. "Dammit! Riza cried suddenly, pushing her chair violently back from her desk. The pens in the room stopped scribbling, and Riza felt the eyes of all her compatriots on her. She gave a single death glare, and then feeling disappeared as the pens started scribbling again. She got up and started towards the door of her superior's office. She'd left her damn bag, and her files, in his living room. ** "Listen, squirt," Roy said casually, propping his feet on the desk. "Who are you calling so small he can drown in a puddle?" Ed snapped. "Shut up," Roy drawled casually. "I'm not really in the mood for your talk. I have you here for a reason, anyway." "So why don't you just shut up and tell me?" he returned. "There's a case of embezzling supplies from within the Military," Roy said matter-of-factly. "Not just supplies, but apparently someone's been knocking around State Alchemists to take their watches." "But you have to be an Alchemist to really use a watch, don't you?" Ed said. "Bingo, kid," Roy said. "I'd keep an eye on my pocketwatch if I were you,": he added as an afterthought. "No one's taking anything of mine!" he snarled, reaching into his pocket to grip it protectively. Roy smirked. "Just keep an ear to the ground around headquarters." He paused for a beat. "Than again, your such a pipsqueak your ear is pretty close to the ground already" "Why you-" "I'd recommend taking the Colonel's advice, Major." Riza's voice came from the doorway. Riza strode in, trying to delicately phrase her request. "Ah, sir," she offered them both a salute. "I have time to review those files I acquired from the Records room, but..." "Yes, Lieutenant?" She sighed. Tact was useless. "I seem to have forgotten my bag. Last night." "Oh," Roy said, thinking. "That pile of crap you left in my study?" Next to her, the Major whistled under his breath. She gritted her teeth. "Yes, sir." Roy shrugged. "I can go pick them up when I finish with the Major, or if you have the time, just take a car and go yourself.. Riza gazed at his desk, covered in untouched papers. "I will, sir. It seems you have a lot to do," she offered, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Thank you. Dismissed, Lieutenant." As Riza turned to leave, Ed said after her, "Wow, Lieutenant, I didn't think you had it in you." In a split second, Riza was directly in front of him, her hands on the armrests of his chair. Ed blinked. Her face was less then three inches away from his. "It would do you well, Major, to refrain from making remarks about my professional relationships," she hissed, stressing the word "professional" Her eyes flashed with deadly light. "Y-yes ma'am," Ed squeaked. Riza straightened up and seemed to be on the verge of saying something to the Colonel, but thought better of it. Both men watched her as she turned on her heel and stalked away. "Anyway, Major," Roy continued as through they'd never been interrupted, "we suspect this is an inside job, so find out what you can." Still shellshocked, Ed could only nod. ** Riza groaned, rolling her shoulders and arching her back. She spent hours reading in the office that day, and had brought the folder home, determined to finish the last twenty pages. She had two pages of notes written down, but nothing extremely helpful. The records were a bust. She paused in thought. After her outburst in the office, she'd stormed out, brought back her papers, and let off over a dozen clips in the shooting range. When she came back, no one dared cross her. No one knew why she was mad, but everyone knew not to piss her off further. Except for Havoc, she noted. He didn't say anything to her all day. A knock on her apartment door brought her out of her thoughts, and she got up and padded barefoot to the door. "What the hell?" The sight of Riza standing there with her hair pulled back, her reading glasses perched on her nose and casually dressed in pajamas made Jean Havoc smile involuntarily. She looked like a university student studying for exams, rather then a Military official. "Hi," he said, offering her a toned-down version of the smile he'd struggled to hide. "Havoc? What is it?" Her eyes searched for a clock. "It's nearly eleven!" "I'm sorry," he said. Honestly? He had no idea why he was there. He'd gone for a couple drinks at the pub down the street from his dormitory, and somehow he'd ended up at her door. "I just needed to talk to you." She opened the door to allow him inside. "What's wrong?" Havoc couldn't contain it. "Did you sleep with the Colonel?" Riza gasped and flushed. "Jean! I-" "You did, didn't you?" he said bitterly. "What business is it of yours?" snapped Riza. "We don't have a relationship." Something inside Havoc cracked just then. Any sense of decorum, or what was right, drained right out of his body into his boots. He grabbed her shoulders hard and she could only look at him in shock. "Damn it, Riza! You're not his!" he gave her a little shake. "I love you, Riza! You're mine, mine! When we're in bed sometimes I see you as..." he trailed off, a mix of passion and fear in his eyes "As what?" she whispered, against her better judgment, She'd never seen him so passionate, or so angry. "As someone...for me to come home to." He swallowed hard. Tears were pricking his eyes. Damn it, it wouldn't do to cry in front of her! Riza was watching a struggle like she'd never seen. Havoc's hands were shaking on her shoulders and his eyes held too much emotion to read. He loosened his grip on her and Riza thought he was going to let her go. Instead, he grabbed her waist and kissed her. Kissing Havoc was nothing new to Riza. They shared many intimate kisses, but none like this. Havoc's mouth was hot, wet, and demanding. His fingers dug into her hips, pressing her body tight against his. Riza felt him getting hard between their bodies. She made to pull away, but he just gripped her tighter. "Riza, you're mine," he murmured to her, tongue trailing along her neck to her earlobe. She gasped at the sensations and he delicately began to suckle the lobe. Against herself, her arms went up to wrap around his shoulders and entwine in his hair. Havoc's hands drifted down to fondle her body, caressing her breasts. She moaned softly against him, and instantly Havoc knew that no matter what he needed her out of those clothes. Riza was floating. She didn't know what to think of any of this, but something in her would not deny him. She clutched his shoulders as his hands frantically moved down her body, and for the second time in two days she wondered how she could possibly face the sunrise come next morning. Author's Note: Sorry it took so long, plus it's really short...I've been so absorbed in other things that this got put on the back burner. I didn't skip the night of passion, it's coming next chapter. I just wanted to post what I had since it's been forever. So...read and review? I've had over a thousand hits but little feedback...give me something to work with, mmkay?