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This is for Pride, who stuck the idea in my head. I hope your day gets better. Not as smutty as I would have liked, but maybe I'll continue it and put real smut in it.
Temptation
Hawkeye wasn’t sure what to do. Rampaging homicidal men who were hunting her commander, she could handle. Said commander being a hormone driven idiot at times, she could handle. Two emotionally challenged boys that were being back by a hormone driven idiot she could handle. A group of grown men who acted little better than the boys, she could handle. Even a man who wished to force pictures of his family to anything that didn’t move fast enough, and a man whose shirt seemed to vanish at the slightest bit of movement, she could manage.
This she had not clue how to manage.
Edward Elric was currently straddling her lap. Normally, that would have called for a shove and a move for her gun, but this wasn’t normal. He had staggered in only a few moments ago, looking remarkably unkempt. His ability to walk in a straight line had also been compromised, and he had run into several things before spotting her. Immediately, he had moved her way.
If she hadn’t known better, Hawkeye would have said he was drunk.
But there had been no scent of alcohol on his breath as he hugged her. Since she had been sitting at her desk when that had happened, she had been spared the humiliation of falling. But then Ed had pulled her chair away and crawled into her lap. He muttered something against her neck, cuddling against her in ways that should have at least been preceded by dinner and a show.
Something was very, very wrong.
Ed giggled, and Hawkeye felt herself try to jerk back instinctively. When someone who could quite easily hurt one giggled like that, one’s natural reaction was to get away from them. Being trapped in her chair by said person kept her from doing that, so Hawkeye settled for leaning away from Ed.
“Ed-kun, what is wrong with you?”
He giggled again, reaching up to pat at her head. “Hehehe. Shiny. Shiny, shiny, shiny.”
Once again, she was reminded of a drunk. Possibly someone had given him some type of drug, perhaps? “Edward,” she said firmly, catching his hands, “what is wrong with you? You’re starting to worry me.”
Dazed eyes focused on her for a brief moment. “Milk. Hate milk.” Then he nuzzled against her neck again. Hawkeye twitched.
He had just licked her neck.
Licked. Her. Neck.
At least that was what she thought he had done. The shock of it made her freeze for a moment, and he continued exploring her neck. Absently, she wondered when he had learned to do that with his tongue, and then her common sense kicked in again.
“Edward Elric! Stop that at once!”
He jerked back, actually falling off her lap and tumbling to the floor with a cry. She almost fell backwards herself, nearly flipping the chair over. From the thud and the shift of her desk, Ed must have hit that on his way down.
Wide eyed, Hawkeye leaned forward, worried. She released a sigh of relief when she saw there was no blood, just Ed rubbing his head.
“What’s going on out here?”
Oh, dear, thought Hawkeye as she shot to her feet. “Nothing, Sir.”
Roy didn’t look like he believed that. Then he blinked and did a double take. “Why is Fullmetal crawling out from under your desk?”
“Er, I’m not exactly sure, Sir. He said something about milk, but that’s all the answer I got.”
By this point and time, Ed had managed to make his feet. He glared at Hawkeye, a hurt expression on his face. Then he noticed the Colonel.
Faster than anyone expected him to move, especially with his inability to stand without swaying, Ed had hit Roy. Not a hit like a punch, but more along the lines of a full body tackle.
Both men went down, tumbling out of sight into Roy’s office.
Hawkeye darted for the door, fear rising in her. Especially when Roy’s cursing stopped. When she reached the doorframe, she saw why the cursing had stopped.
Ed had gone one step further with Roy than he had her. He was currently trying to suck Roy’s tongue from his mouth, and it appeared that his ‘victim’ was doing everything he could to help reach that goal.
Then Roy pushed Ed off of him. Panting, he focused on Hawkeye. “Get Al, now,” he rasped out, ignoring Ed’s whine.
“Sir?”
His attention mostly on getting Ed off of him and keeping Ed off of him, Roy growled. “I do have some morals.” He jumped as Ed managed to grip his shirt with the automail and tore the material. “Now!”
She turned and hurried out. Hopefully, it would be easy to find Al. And hopefully, the Colonel would be able to resist temptation to then.
I'm rather proud of this. Half an hour of typing, and now it's off to NaNo.
Temptation
Hawkeye wasn’t sure what to do. Rampaging homicidal men who were hunting her commander, she could handle. Said commander being a hormone driven idiot at times, she could handle. Two emotionally challenged boys that were being back by a hormone driven idiot she could handle. A group of grown men who acted little better than the boys, she could handle. Even a man who wished to force pictures of his family to anything that didn’t move fast enough, and a man whose shirt seemed to vanish at the slightest bit of movement, she could manage.
This she had not clue how to manage.
Edward Elric was currently straddling her lap. Normally, that would have called for a shove and a move for her gun, but this wasn’t normal. He had staggered in only a few moments ago, looking remarkably unkempt. His ability to walk in a straight line had also been compromised, and he had run into several things before spotting her. Immediately, he had moved her way.
If she hadn’t known better, Hawkeye would have said he was drunk.
But there had been no scent of alcohol on his breath as he hugged her. Since she had been sitting at her desk when that had happened, she had been spared the humiliation of falling. But then Ed had pulled her chair away and crawled into her lap. He muttered something against her neck, cuddling against her in ways that should have at least been preceded by dinner and a show.
Something was very, very wrong.
Ed giggled, and Hawkeye felt herself try to jerk back instinctively. When someone who could quite easily hurt one giggled like that, one’s natural reaction was to get away from them. Being trapped in her chair by said person kept her from doing that, so Hawkeye settled for leaning away from Ed.
“Ed-kun, what is wrong with you?”
He giggled again, reaching up to pat at her head. “Hehehe. Shiny. Shiny, shiny, shiny.”
Once again, she was reminded of a drunk. Possibly someone had given him some type of drug, perhaps? “Edward,” she said firmly, catching his hands, “what is wrong with you? You’re starting to worry me.”
Dazed eyes focused on her for a brief moment. “Milk. Hate milk.” Then he nuzzled against her neck again. Hawkeye twitched.
He had just licked her neck.
Licked. Her. Neck.
At least that was what she thought he had done. The shock of it made her freeze for a moment, and he continued exploring her neck. Absently, she wondered when he had learned to do that with his tongue, and then her common sense kicked in again.
“Edward Elric! Stop that at once!”
He jerked back, actually falling off her lap and tumbling to the floor with a cry. She almost fell backwards herself, nearly flipping the chair over. From the thud and the shift of her desk, Ed must have hit that on his way down.
Wide eyed, Hawkeye leaned forward, worried. She released a sigh of relief when she saw there was no blood, just Ed rubbing his head.
“What’s going on out here?”
Oh, dear, thought Hawkeye as she shot to her feet. “Nothing, Sir.”
Roy didn’t look like he believed that. Then he blinked and did a double take. “Why is Fullmetal crawling out from under your desk?”
“Er, I’m not exactly sure, Sir. He said something about milk, but that’s all the answer I got.”
By this point and time, Ed had managed to make his feet. He glared at Hawkeye, a hurt expression on his face. Then he noticed the Colonel.
Faster than anyone expected him to move, especially with his inability to stand without swaying, Ed had hit Roy. Not a hit like a punch, but more along the lines of a full body tackle.
Both men went down, tumbling out of sight into Roy’s office.
Hawkeye darted for the door, fear rising in her. Especially when Roy’s cursing stopped. When she reached the doorframe, she saw why the cursing had stopped.
Ed had gone one step further with Roy than he had her. He was currently trying to suck Roy’s tongue from his mouth, and it appeared that his ‘victim’ was doing everything he could to help reach that goal.
Then Roy pushed Ed off of him. Panting, he focused on Hawkeye. “Get Al, now,” he rasped out, ignoring Ed’s whine.
“Sir?”
His attention mostly on getting Ed off of him and keeping Ed off of him, Roy growled. “I do have some morals.” He jumped as Ed managed to grip his shirt with the automail and tore the material. “Now!”
She turned and hurried out. Hopefully, it would be easy to find Al. And hopefully, the Colonel would be able to resist temptation to then.
I'm rather proud of this. Half an hour of typing, and now it's off to NaNo.