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Heated With the Enemy - Chapter 1
Heated With the Enemy
by moonstardutchess
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Libraries: Drama, Fullmetal Alchemist, General, Lemon, Romance, Series
Published on Sep 11, 2009 7:16 pm / 9 Chapter(s) / 0 Review(s)
Updated on Sep 11, 2009 7:16 pm
Riza Hawkeye learns that sometimes it takes a serial killer, sex, and jealously to get the man you want.
Chapters
Feelings of Steel
Chapter 1
Heated With the Enemy
Author: MoonStarDutchess
Chapter 1: Feelings of Steel
Disclaimer: I don’t own FMA
AN: Full Metal Alchemist and all its characters are the property of Hiromu Arakawa. No profit was made from this fanfiction. The only things that I do own are the OC’s. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of original characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author holds exclusive rights to the overall course of the plot. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Feelings of Steel
Riza Hawkeye was beyond frustrated at the current happenings around the office. Try as she might, she could barely concentrate on her paperwork due to the "noise" coming from none other than her commanding officer, Roy Mustang. As usual on a Friday, he was talking on the phone to his current "slut of the week" and ignoring his paperwork. That was what she was defining as noise and if one heard what he said to her, they would have to agree wholeheartedly. Usually, she just ignored it but the fact that she actually knew this slut caused her more frustration than normal.
The woman in question was the point of discussion in the women's locker room and the talk of all the men in the office and at the range. She was a new waitress that came in from East city, but it certainly wasn't her waitressing abilities that had the men's tongues rolling. No, it was the fact that she was an auburn haired woman with a waist the size of a pencil and a brain to match. The biggest thing on this lady was her boobs that had most of the women questioning whether they were filled with silicone or saline.
She wanted to smack every man in headquarters and shoot off their penises with her rifle. Men didn't care about a brain or skills. All they cared about was a tiny waist and big boobs. They didn't care if a woman had an IQ of a graham cracker or that she couldn't tie her shoe without falling forward from false weight.
She sighed inwardly. Though she found Roy to be extremely intelligent, she hated to say that he was like all the other men at headquarters, perhaps even worse. She finally looked down at her form, signed it, and took another from the pile beside her, to find that it was her last one for the day. She quickly jotted down her signature and then turned to Roy.
She growled when she saw what she suspected: none of his paperwork was completed. Not one sheet. That meant that if she didn't want him to be reprimanded, she would have to stay behind and do it. She growled again and gripped her pencil in her hand until it broke. She was tired of staying behind to do his work while he went out and she decided, while taking in his lazy appearance, that she wouldn't do it anymore. She drew her gun and hesitated slightly. Rumors ran rampant that she used her gun to threaten Roy, and if she did followed through with her impending thoughts, she would bring truth to the rumors. She stared at him for a while and when he propped his feet upon the paperwork, she decided that she didn't' give a rats ass anymore. She cocked her gun and Roy turned to look at her upon hearing it. His eyes widened as she pulled the trigger, hitting the screw in his chair, causing it to fall apart and sending him to the floor.
The phone receiver flew from his hand and hit the floor. Riza could hear the slut's voice over the phone calling Roy's name and she was tempted to pick up said receiver and tell her he was busy. However, she refrained from doing so.
Roy stood and dusted himself off. "Why'd you do that!" he snapped at her, while straightening his jacket.
"To keep you from getting demoted," she snapped back. "Your paperwork is due this evening. I suggest you do it!" She clicked the safety on her gun and stuck it back in her holster.
"I was hoping you'd hel-"
"I plan on going home on time tonight sir. If you want to do the same you should get to work."
Roy's mouth dropped in shock. "Who's the commanding officer here anyway?"
"I wonder that sometimes," she stated flatly.
He walked over to the phone and picked it up. "Sorry about that Stella. I have to get back to work but I will see you tonight," he said.
Riza held back a menacing growl when she heard the woman say, "Is that mean, ugly, unfeminine lieutenant aggravating you? Why don't you fire the old hag or something?" Riza narrowed her eyes dangerously at Roy. She was just following the rules and she was only twenty-five, which was still considered young by society's standards. She wasn't gorgeous but she thought she was pleasant in the looks department, and; of course, she was female. She even wore dresses on her days off.
"Something like that Stella," he said. "I'll talk to you later." He then hung up the phone. He turned to Riza and smiled nervously, only to have her continuing glare directed on him. He felt like he was sweating bullets. "Sorry about the comment," he said.
Riza sighed and walked over to sit at her desk. "Why? You didn't say it after all. Right?" she questioned.
"Right, I didn't say it," he said.
"I mean you only agreed with her," she stated, putting emphasis on the work agree.
"Right I only agr-wait! I didn't agree with her!" he protested.
"You said, and I quote, 'something like that' then hung up. That sounds like an agreement to me."
Roy walked over to sit on the edge of her desk. "Oh come on Riza, don't tell me that her comment hurt your feelings. Riza, you are thicker skinned than that."
Riza turned her back to him and removed her book from her purse. She sat up straight and opened it. "You should do your work sir," she said, refusing to answer his question out of fear that he'd see through her perfectly placed mask. She would've denied the hurt of course, but the truth was that while Stella's words stung, his response to them was more painful. He acted as if she didn't have feelings when he knew everyone did. Perhaps it was her own fault for playing the ice queen card. However, it didn't really matter whose fault it was. Things were the way they were and it never changed and never would.
She felt Roy spin her around in her seat so that she was seated toward him. He bent over so he was eye level with her. She forced herself to meet his gaze, pasting her cold glare in her eyes and the stern mask she'd perfected onto her face.
"It did," he said, sitting up straight and laughing. "Riza Hawkeye let a woman like Stella Carver hurt her feelings. I never thought such a thing would ever happen."
She gripped her book tightly in her hands refusing to confirm, but unable to deny his statement.
"Riza, come on. You've had more criticism from-"
"Enough sir," she stated, cutting him off mid sentence. She hated that he didn't realize it was what he was doing that was hurting her more than that woman's words ever would. The fact that she cared more than she should for him, knew almost everything about him, and he knew nothing about her and cared no more for her than he would a friend (and sometimes she even wondered if he thought that highly of her). She stood and shrugged on her coat.
"The work day is over for me sir," she said, her voice slightly shaky. She cursed inwardly at not being able to hide the fact that she was upset. She grabbed her purse, put her book in it, and then slung it over her shoulder. "Goodnight sir," she said and started to walk away.
She stopped when he grabbed her hand. She turned to look at him and saw that he was looking at her with confusion.
"Did it get to you this much? Riza I can tell when you are upset. I've never seen you like this."
She jerked her arm away and faced him fully. She clicked her heels together. "Lieutenant Feelings of steel Hawkeye is leaving duty at 1700 hours sir," she said, then quickly left the room.
Roy plopped back down, sitting on the edge of her desk once more. He was greatly annoyed at what transpired. No, annoyed wasn't the word. Confused was. Yes, confused was the perfect term.
Riza normally wasn't the type to let people like Stella bother her. She never got angry over something so caddy. Her feelings were always perfectly calm. Even when she was angry with him or one of the men for not doing their work, a perfect example being when she shot his chair tonight.
He directed his gaze over to the rubble that used to be an assembled chair, and started to laugh. Riza was quite a woman indeed. She was smart, funny, talented, kind, beautiful…" Roy suddenly realized what he thought. His mental processes focusing on that last word in the long list of adjectives that described his adjutant.
He leaned back slightly and thought more about her looks. He found himself realizing that he loved it when she smiled, or when she chuckled. He liked it when she took out her clip and her hair flowed down her back. He adored those hazel eyes of hers that looked at him and displayed emotions that she'd let him see at times. She wasn't magazine pin-up, double D breasted gorgeous, she was just…just…Riza. He couldn't describe her beauty, because for him, words would really be a waste of breath.
Before his thoughts could go any further, the phone on his desk rang. He stood and walked over to it. Already knowing that it would be Stella.
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Riza sighed in frustration as she walked home, her exhalation of breath turning to a white cloud because of the cool weather. She pulled her coat tighter around her and picked up her pace. Suddenly, she found herself flat on her back, looking up at the darkening sky. She cursed over falling on the ice and sat up. She stood carefully and picked up her purse, not bothering to care about whether someone saw her fall.
Someone saw her fall…that small thought brought forth more and more but they had nothing to do with falling in a physical sense. She was a fool to have fallen in love. She should have transferred when the first feelings of romantic love toward Roy Mustang began. She was a fool for looking forward to seeing him every day despite how much it hurt to know he didn't care. She wondered how he got past the wall that she'd erected around her heart. She wanted her heart to freeze up the way everyone already thought it was, she wanted him to get so cold that he'd run away and take the pain she felt with him, and she knew…that she was lying to herself.
She didn't want it frozen and she didn't' want it to stay down. She wanted to be loved by someone. She wanted to be looked at in a way that told her she was the most precious thing on the planet, the way Maes Hughes used to look at Gracia when he was alive. Above all, she wanted Roy Mustang to be the one to do those things for her.
She chuckled bitterly as she turned up the street that led to her small home. She was the furthest thing from what Roy Mustang wanted in a woman. He wanted long legs, which she didn't have, and double D breasts, yet another asset that the fates didn't see fit to bless, or curse, her with. Roy didn't care if a woman was smart or skilled. As long as they looked good and would spread their legs at proper times, he would go for them.
Sure, she could act all easy and dress like a slut to get his attention. She could even spread her legs and he would probably fuck her until she was sore. However, she didn't want a quick fuck and run with him. She wanted a relationship with him.
She stepped upon her porch and stuck the key in the lock. After opening the door, she walked inside and then closed it. She hung up her purse and coat and suddenly noticed that Hayate hadn't come to greet her like normal. Then she remembered that he was staying with Fuery for the night. She sighed and began walking toward her living room. She started to flip on the light when a voice caused her to freeze.
"Welcome home lieutenant."
The voice was stern and his tone brought an extreme sense of foreboding. She slowly reached for her gun and turned around only to find the gun dropping to the floor and a hand around her neck. She was pushed back against the wall, the pictures hanging on it falling off, and the frames shattering as they hit the floor. Her arms were being held above her head and already going numb from the intense pressure that the intruder was putting on them. The intruder's knees were pressed against her legs so she couldn't kick him. She tried to swallow but found it useless because of his grip around her neck.
She directed her gaze up and her heart dropped as the light shining through the pale curtains of the window illuminated crimson eyes.
