General Mustang's House - Central, Amestris

[tricksy_spy]

Aly investigated the house as she waited for Roy to finish shaving.  It was almost funny how barren the house was, how it was completely devoid of any personality.  She thought little of Amestrian architecture already, but seeing the inside of this so-called 'furnished house' made her wonder just how sad and cold the lower officers' quarters were

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[light_a_spark]

All smooth again (not that his five o'clock shadow was all that impressive), Roy found Aly in his study. He leaned his shoulder against the door frame, watching her investigate the room. "There aren't any secret compartments," he told her, "if that's what you're looking for."

[tricksy_spy]

"How do you know?" she asked, still focused on her investigation.

[light_a_spark]

"Because I checked," he said with amusement. "Is it to your liking?"

[tricksy_spy]

Aly snorted. "Last I checked you were a soldier, not a spy."

[light_a_spark]

"I was gone an awful long time," he suggested, moving up behind her to get a closer look of her investigating things. Or just to distract her from it.

[tricksy_spy]

"I don't think it's the time that matters, Mustang," she said wryly. She glanced at him then grinned, giving him something to look at as she bent over to inspect the inside of a closet.

[light_a_spark]

"Are you implying I don't have the mind to be a spy?" he asked, grinned as he much appreciated the view. She couldn't expect him to resist such an opinion invitation, if she did, then she didn't know him. But she did know him, so she should be expecting it that he goosed her.

[tricksy_spy]

She was waiting for that, but it didn't stop her from squeaking when she felt his hand. "Don't make me change out of the miniskirt."

[light_a_spark]

"I'm not going to let you change out of it," he said instantly, running his hand over her ass.

[tricksy_spy]

"How exactly would you stop me?" Aly asked, smiling as she moved into his touch.

[light_a_spark]

His hands moved to her hips and he pulled her towards him. "I have my ways."

[tricksy_spy]

She chuckled and turned to face him. "Oh, yes, you're terribly wily."

[light_a_spark]

"I have my ways," he agreed, wrapping his arms around her. "Did I mention how hot you look in a miniskirt?"

[tricksy_spy]

"You may tell me again," she murmured, slipping one of her legs between his.

[light_a_spark]

"I might just have to keep you in the house," he mused.

[tricksy_spy]

"And miss getting to see the city?" Aly asked, looking sad. "People might even shoot at us again."