And barely a moment passes before she's back, she is rather good at this.
" Be careful, it's still hot.
And I know you have a habit of burning your tongue. "
He wouldn't be Roy if he didn't push his luck every now and again, especially when it came to her.
〝 Okay, okay―
No need to be so naggy, now! 〞
He rolled his eyes, grabbing a pen and beginning to do his work.
Oh, he's pushing his luck-- or at least, that's what her glare is telling him.
" . . . Truely. It has been too long.
I shall return with our coffee in a moment, do try to get some work done. "
A smile forms on his lips when he hears her voice soften―now this feels more like the Lieutenant he got to see that night.
〝 I would definitely appreciate the company! Feels like we haven't had proper one-on-one time in ages! 〞
He teased with a beaming grin.
Perhaps it was the sigh or the guilt finally catching up to her, but she let's out a sigh of her own. Vocie softing.
" . . . Do you want me to get us some drinks ? It may take a while to get though all this, you could use the help.
He can tell that―
He's not sure how he should feel about it, but he still lets out a defeated sigh.
〝 Right, my apologies― 〞
Reaches for a pen.
〝 I shall get to 'em right now. Don't worry, Lieutenant.
Thank you for bringing them to me. 〞
" You said you would get to it last time.
And now, once again, they are all days late. "
Her tone is so. . . lacking of any emotion, any of the softness of there special night.
One can only imagine what the reason for that must've been—
Roy visibly jumped when the papers hit his desk, her stern voice sending shivers down his spine.
〝 L-Lieutenant!! 〞
Coughs, a blush coming upon his features.
〝 U-Understood, I'll get right to it— 〞
She. . . hasn't spoken to @fIamesofjustice since there little vacation.
Well, not until now. Putting papers on his desk with a cold stone stare.
" You work, sir. It's all a few days late. "
@fIamesofjustice + any second under his eyes. Such a strong woman made so frail by him.
She lets out a shaky breath, her real name. . .
❝ That I. . . can do. . .
𝑅𝑜𝑦. . . ❞
@fIamesofjustice She fidgets ever so sightly, not against to this of course just. . not yet used to the feeling of a gentle touch. Sure, she has been in . . bed with a man before. Not in a long while but. .
God, this feels so different. So gentle. She's weak to his touch, like she'd crumble +
@fIamesofjustice + earned the right to one peaceful night. . ?
Oh, she rarely feels his hands without his gloves around them. . . it makes her heart flutter. .
❝ Surely you are aware by now that I too. . . care deeply for you ?
I'd follow you into hell if you asked it of me. ❞
@fIamesofjustice She chuckles lightly at his comment, always disregarding rules it seems.
❝ I don't think that's quite how it works, Colonel. ❞
Right now, however, maybe she can pretend that for once, fate may work in their favour.
Surely, after all, they've been though. . . they have +
@fIamesofjustice + ❝ I didn’t say it was a bad idea. . .
Just not very smart.
I’m. . . pretty sure there are rules from pinning you co-workers under you, hm? ❞
@fIamesofjustice Reassured she was, the smile was melting right though the last line of defence she still had up. Being under him like this. . . Even in the dark he could likely see her blushing, the outline of her figure shifting nervously in his gaze. Like she has to appear a certain way. +
@fIamesofjustice + shade of red. Not to mention the way he saids her name. . . Or well. Code name.
She might very well break if he saids Riza.
❝ This is. . .
Not a smart idea. ❞
@fIamesofjustice It was a reassuring action, more proof that this wasn’t some sweet dream she had lost herself in. As she has done in the past a dozen of times.
The act of being under him however, makes this feel more real then she might be able to handle. Her breath picking up pace, a dark +
@fIamesofjustice + kiss somewhat even more electric than the first one and she loses her sense of reason all over again, tugging him closer till the bodies are pressed together, lost in the darkness of the stormy night.
@fIamesofjustice For however long he's dreamt of it, she would bet she's dreamed to it a dozen times more.
Of course, the little break away gives her just enough time to realise the situation she's in. The situation she shouldn't be in.
❝ Sir, we shouldn't-- ❞
An she's cut off again with a +
@fIamesofjustice + She can't bring herself too.
Her eyes flutter shut and she presses up against him, hand going from his check to his hair as she tilts her face to the side.
This was really happing.
@fIamesofjustice + joy that comes with the very idea he might return her feelings. They had jobs. He was her Colonel, she was his Lieutent
And this was a breath of several different codes all at once.
She should pull back for both their sakes, pretend this never happened but. . . +
@fIamesofjustice + shakey hand cupping the side of his face ever so gently. She was close. So close he could likely feel her warm breath on the cold night air.
❝ You . . .
Really are a stubborn man, Colonel. ❞
@fIamesofjustice If her walls were crumbling before, they feel like shattering now. Heart beat picking up speed to where she could hear the sound of it all too well in her ears.
He made a promise like that. . ?
❝ You have. . .kept your promise all this time. ❞
She seems inch closer, a +