ABC; F: Figure of Speech; Fullmetal Alchemist; Roy/Riza
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: F is for Figure of Speech
Pairing/Characters: Roy/Riza
Rating: T
Disclaimer/claimer: I sure as hell don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters.
Summary: F: Figure of Speech; Fullmetal Alchemist; Roy/Riza for spanish_silver!
Status: Complete
He glanced over at the mound of paperwork on his desk, wanting nothing more than to set it all on fire and be done with it. But, no, the ever-present eye that was trained on him (like a hawk, he added mentally with a hint of amusement) wouldn’t let him do such a thing. She probably got her kicks from watching him suffer. That sounded about right.
The worst thing was, he couldn’t talk back without fear of a gun pointed in his direction. She wouldn’t shoot, he knew, but she would fire warning shots and those scared him enough without even making contact.
The more work he did, the bigger the pile seemed to grow.
Something wasn’t right.
“Lieutenant, do you keep adding more papers to the stack without me noticing or is this pile procreating with itself?” Roy sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose.
“I think you’re hallucinating,” the blonde replied with a roll of her eyes. She didn’t have to look up from her desk to know he was having a staring contest with the documents that needed to be looked over.
He shot her a look, which was ignored, as she rifled through her own drawers in search of something. Heaving yet another sigh, laced with a groan, he picked up the pen that had dropped from his grasp. Taking another look at the mound of paperwork, he internally questioned why it was him that did such a thing in the first place. Wasn’t he supposed to be on his way to the top? He should have people do this for him.
Another look at Hawkeye changed that thought to the, “Fuck me,” he muttered while reading over the text that was on the page. It was going to be a long day, he sensed it.
“If you get your paperwork done.”
He gaped at Riza for almost a full minute before he realized that he was wasting precious time.
His fingers had never moved so fast in his entire life.
Title: F is for Figure of Speech
Pairing/Characters: Roy/Riza
Rating: T
Disclaimer/claimer: I sure as hell don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters.
Summary: F: Figure of Speech; Fullmetal Alchemist; Roy/Riza for spanish_silver!
Status: Complete
He glanced over at the mound of paperwork on his desk, wanting nothing more than to set it all on fire and be done with it. But, no, the ever-present eye that was trained on him (like a hawk, he added mentally with a hint of amusement) wouldn’t let him do such a thing. She probably got her kicks from watching him suffer. That sounded about right.
The worst thing was, he couldn’t talk back without fear of a gun pointed in his direction. She wouldn’t shoot, he knew, but she would fire warning shots and those scared him enough without even making contact.
The more work he did, the bigger the pile seemed to grow.
Something wasn’t right.
“Lieutenant, do you keep adding more papers to the stack without me noticing or is this pile procreating with itself?” Roy sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose.
“I think you’re hallucinating,” the blonde replied with a roll of her eyes. She didn’t have to look up from her desk to know he was having a staring contest with the documents that needed to be looked over.
He shot her a look, which was ignored, as she rifled through her own drawers in search of something. Heaving yet another sigh, laced with a groan, he picked up the pen that had dropped from his grasp. Taking another look at the mound of paperwork, he internally questioned why it was him that did such a thing in the first place. Wasn’t he supposed to be on his way to the top? He should have people do this for him.
Another look at Hawkeye changed that thought to the, “Fuck me,” he muttered while reading over the text that was on the page. It was going to be a long day, he sensed it.
“If you get your paperwork done.”
He gaped at Riza for almost a full minute before he realized that he was wasting precious time.
His fingers had never moved so fast in his entire life.