Fic - "What Happened One Night"
Mar. 23rd, 2009 10:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rajTitle: What Happened One Night
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
raja815
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG
Characters: Heymans Breda, Riza Hawkeye
Summary: Words like "off limits" exploded across his mind.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is © Hiromu Arakawa. I will make no capitol benefit from this.
Notes: I wrote this for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fma_fic_contest for the prompt "Whisper." I'm just getting around to reposting it here. I've wanted to write this pair for ages; somehow this prompt gave me the plotbunny that actually got it done. Awesome.
Breda was surprised at the taste of beer on her mouth for only a moment. It had been wine he was expecting, something exquisite and refined, surely not the everyday brew he and the other guys favored, but a few moments into the kiss he knew that was wrong and he’d been foolish to think it. Beer suited her perfectly, the way guns suited her perfectly, uniforms suited her perfectly, the army suited her perfectly.
Riza Hawkeye was no ordinary woman, after all.
“We can go to my place,” she murmured against his lips. Not a whisper, he thought, even though it came in little bursts of hot, moist air. It felt too loud to be a whisper, so loud it exploded through his mind like a bullet from a high-velocity rifle.
“Lieutenant Hawkeye,” he said, then stopped, feeling foolish. There were words exploding in his head, words like subordinate and loyalty and off limits. He felt he should feel guilty for even kissing her, but instead felt guilty that he didn’t feel guilty at all. He was a mess.
“What is it?” She was already reaching for her coat. Her posture across the barstool was almost feral, like a lioness in mid-pounce. He pictured her naked and his head reeled.
“Colonel Mustang will—” he started.
“Keep his head away from business that doesn’t concern him in the least,” she finished for him. Her eyes flashed vibrant amber, and he followed her out the door without a second word.
Author:
raja815Word Count: 250
Rating: PG
Characters: Heymans Breda, Riza Hawkeye
Summary: Words like "off limits" exploded across his mind.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is © Hiromu Arakawa. I will make no capitol benefit from this.
Notes: I wrote this for
fma_fic_contest for the prompt "Whisper." I'm just getting around to reposting it here. I've wanted to write this pair for ages; somehow this prompt gave me the plotbunny that actually got it done. Awesome.Breda was surprised at the taste of beer on her mouth for only a moment. It had been wine he was expecting, something exquisite and refined, surely not the everyday brew he and the other guys favored, but a few moments into the kiss he knew that was wrong and he’d been foolish to think it. Beer suited her perfectly, the way guns suited her perfectly, uniforms suited her perfectly, the army suited her perfectly.
Riza Hawkeye was no ordinary woman, after all.
“We can go to my place,” she murmured against his lips. Not a whisper, he thought, even though it came in little bursts of hot, moist air. It felt too loud to be a whisper, so loud it exploded through his mind like a bullet from a high-velocity rifle.
“Lieutenant Hawkeye,” he said, then stopped, feeling foolish. There were words exploding in his head, words like subordinate and loyalty and off limits. He felt he should feel guilty for even kissing her, but instead felt guilty that he didn’t feel guilty at all. He was a mess.
“What is it?” She was already reaching for her coat. Her posture across the barstool was almost feral, like a lioness in mid-pounce. He pictured her naked and his head reeled.
“Colonel Mustang will—” he started.
“Keep his head away from business that doesn’t concern him in the least,” she finished for him. Her eyes flashed vibrant amber, and he followed her out the door without a second word.
