100moods Challenge - Cold
Title: Cold
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairings: Riza/Roy
Type: Het, light romance
Prompt: Cold
Word Count: 746
Rating: PG13
Summary: When the heater goes out in Roy’s office, Riza suggests another way to keep warm.
A/N: I thought it would be fun to write a little something where Riza was the instigator rather than Roy, thus the Riza/Roy instead of Roy/Riza. It’s pretty light-handed in this ficclet, but I had fun writing it nonetheless.
100moods Story Table
Cold
Roy rubbed his hands together as he studied the document in front of him. Once a year, without fail, Central Headquarters’ heater broke down. This usually seemed to happen during the coldest part of the winter. Consequently, not a year went by when the air conditioning didn’t go down during the hottest part of the summer at least once. Roy believed it was all a conspiracy; something to amuse those in authority. He couldn’t prove it, but he wouldn’t put it past those scheming bastards.
A shiver went through him and he put his hands in front of his face and breathed into them, trying to get the warm air to rebound back onto his face. His cheeks felt frozen and he was sure that if he looked in a mirror, his nose and ears would be red. Roy glanced at the clock over the tips of his fingers and considered leaving early. It was far too cold to get anything done here. Maybe he could take his work home with him... Roy crossed his arms and slid his hands under his armpits as he considered his options.
Just then, the door opened and Riza stuck her head into the room.
“I’m working,” Roy lied.
“I can see you’ve made quite a dent in your work,” she said with light sarcasm. Roy glanced at the folders on his desk. There was no hiding his lack of production from her. His body was starting to tremble a little with the cold.
“I was just thinking about moving locations,” he mentioned. “Somewhere warmer.” Most likely most of the people in the building had done the same thing. Riza stepped into the office and closed the door behind her before walking over to his desk. She considered him thoughtfully for a moment, then her lips pulled up into a small smile.
“To work?” she asked, a hint of amusement in her tone.
“Of course,” Roy answered, trying to sound innocent. “I’d never try to get out of work.” He flashed her a smile even as he knew she didn’t believe a word of what he was saying.
Their eyes locked for a moment before she said smoothly, “Perhaps I should come with you to be sure of that.”
His smile widened into a delighted grin. “To make sure I work?”
“Why else would I accompany you to your apartment?” she asked evasively, though the impish twinkle in her eye betrayed what she was really feeling inside.
“You’re a harsh taskmistress,” Roy said with feigned exhaustion.
She walked behind him, pressed her warm hands to his cheeks, and whispered in his ear, “Someone has to help you get to the top.” Her breath was warm and a shudder ran through him that had nothing do to with the cold.
“As I recall, you never let me be on top,” he returned playfully.
“You just don’t work hard enough at it,” she said and slid her hands down to his neck, then to his shoulders and finally down to rest on his chest. She leaned forward and he could feel her breasts pressing against his back only moments before her cheek pressed against his.
“Such improper behavior for the office,” Roy murmured as he put his hands over hers.
“I thought you said we were leaving,” Riza said, and began to move her hands down even further.
“I did, but you seem determined to warm me up right here and now,” Roy returned. “And I’d hate to get in your way when you want to do something.”
She fingered the waistband of his pants for a moment, teasing him with the prospect of what was to come later, then said, “I’m glad you know your place.” Riza gave him a slow kiss on the cheek, then pulled back and started walking toward the door. “I’ll meet you in the lobby.” And with that, she was gone.
Roy slumped in his chair and let out his breath, which misted slightly in front of his face. Her teasing had gotten him excited and had made him forget the cold, if only for a moment. His cheek tingled warmly where she had kissed him and he moved his hand up to lightly touch his face. Smiling to himself, Roy dropped his hand, stood up, and pulled his coat on, then hurried out of his office after grabbing a stack of paperwork he knew he’d never work on at home. He hummed quietly to himself as he walked quickly down the hallway, thinking that perhaps the breakdown of the heater at work wasn’t so bad after all. Just a quick ten minute walk in the snow, then there would be a warm fire, fine wine... Riza... plenty of things to keep him warm.
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Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairings: Riza/Roy
Type: Het, light romance
Prompt: Cold
Word Count: 746
Rating: PG13
Summary: When the heater goes out in Roy’s office, Riza suggests another way to keep warm.
A/N: I thought it would be fun to write a little something where Riza was the instigator rather than Roy, thus the Riza/Roy instead of Roy/Riza. It’s pretty light-handed in this ficclet, but I had fun writing it nonetheless.
100moods Story Table
Cold
Roy rubbed his hands together as he studied the document in front of him. Once a year, without fail, Central Headquarters’ heater broke down. This usually seemed to happen during the coldest part of the winter. Consequently, not a year went by when the air conditioning didn’t go down during the hottest part of the summer at least once. Roy believed it was all a conspiracy; something to amuse those in authority. He couldn’t prove it, but he wouldn’t put it past those scheming bastards.
A shiver went through him and he put his hands in front of his face and breathed into them, trying to get the warm air to rebound back onto his face. His cheeks felt frozen and he was sure that if he looked in a mirror, his nose and ears would be red. Roy glanced at the clock over the tips of his fingers and considered leaving early. It was far too cold to get anything done here. Maybe he could take his work home with him... Roy crossed his arms and slid his hands under his armpits as he considered his options.
Just then, the door opened and Riza stuck her head into the room.
“I’m working,” Roy lied.
“I can see you’ve made quite a dent in your work,” she said with light sarcasm. Roy glanced at the folders on his desk. There was no hiding his lack of production from her. His body was starting to tremble a little with the cold.
“I was just thinking about moving locations,” he mentioned. “Somewhere warmer.” Most likely most of the people in the building had done the same thing. Riza stepped into the office and closed the door behind her before walking over to his desk. She considered him thoughtfully for a moment, then her lips pulled up into a small smile.
“To work?” she asked, a hint of amusement in her tone.
“Of course,” Roy answered, trying to sound innocent. “I’d never try to get out of work.” He flashed her a smile even as he knew she didn’t believe a word of what he was saying.
Their eyes locked for a moment before she said smoothly, “Perhaps I should come with you to be sure of that.”
His smile widened into a delighted grin. “To make sure I work?”
“Why else would I accompany you to your apartment?” she asked evasively, though the impish twinkle in her eye betrayed what she was really feeling inside.
“You’re a harsh taskmistress,” Roy said with feigned exhaustion.
She walked behind him, pressed her warm hands to his cheeks, and whispered in his ear, “Someone has to help you get to the top.” Her breath was warm and a shudder ran through him that had nothing do to with the cold.
“As I recall, you never let me be on top,” he returned playfully.
“You just don’t work hard enough at it,” she said and slid her hands down to his neck, then to his shoulders and finally down to rest on his chest. She leaned forward and he could feel her breasts pressing against his back only moments before her cheek pressed against his.
“Such improper behavior for the office,” Roy murmured as he put his hands over hers.
“I thought you said we were leaving,” Riza said, and began to move her hands down even further.
“I did, but you seem determined to warm me up right here and now,” Roy returned. “And I’d hate to get in your way when you want to do something.”
She fingered the waistband of his pants for a moment, teasing him with the prospect of what was to come later, then said, “I’m glad you know your place.” Riza gave him a slow kiss on the cheek, then pulled back and started walking toward the door. “I’ll meet you in the lobby.” And with that, she was gone.
Roy slumped in his chair and let out his breath, which misted slightly in front of his face. Her teasing had gotten him excited and had made him forget the cold, if only for a moment. His cheek tingled warmly where she had kissed him and he moved his hand up to lightly touch his face. Smiling to himself, Roy dropped his hand, stood up, and pulled his coat on, then hurried out of his office after grabbing a stack of paperwork he knew he’d never work on at home. He hummed quietly to himself as he walked quickly down the hallway, thinking that perhaps the breakdown of the heater at work wasn’t so bad after all. Just a quick ten minute walk in the snow, then there would be a warm fire, fine wine... Riza... plenty of things to keep him warm.
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