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Title; The longest elevator ride
Rating; PG
Fandom; Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters; Riza Hawkeye & Zolf J. Kimblee
Summary; Enclosed spaces and these two do not mix well.
Wordcount; 311
Note: Written as a gift for Ange.
Hawkeye was beginning to wonder whether perhaps she should start taking the stairs.
The doors to the elevator in Central HQ slid smoothly shut and the slight increase in pressure as it started to make its way up went unnoticed. Because Hawkeye was watching the light of the elevator tick from 1 up to 2 to 3-
It was stopping. Damn.
The packet of papers she held needed to go to the fifth floor.
"Good morning. How good to see you, Lieutenant."
Hawkeye's face flickered briefly into irritation. Right. This was why she needed to take the stairs.
Because the man who'd stridden into the elevator and now stood leaning back into the corner, arms folded across his chest, was smirking knowingly, daring her to be short with him. Knew she couldn't afford to. Cocked an eyebrow at the pause she'd allowed to elongate rather than replying.
He'd done this every time he'd caught her in the elevator.
She really needed to start taking the stairs. She hated the way he shaped his words so smoothly, rolling double meanings and veiled threats off his tongue like compliments.
"Kimblee." It was an acknowledgment, an acquiescence, and a reminder that she was not without her defenses. Wished she could wipe that smirk off his face, and knew she couldn't.
The trip between the third and fourth floors took forever. He'd taken advantage of the slight slowing to push himself off the wall and stand in front of the doors, staring at the Lieutenant through the reflection, fingers interlaced behind his back, palms outwards. Couldn't help but let the slightest of hums escape as the elevator dinged 4. Her face reflected in the doors was always priceless.
Hawkeye was beginning to dislike the fourth floor intensely. She always saw it with the afterimage of his smirk on the elevator doors burnt into her eyes.
Rating; PG
Fandom; Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters; Riza Hawkeye & Zolf J. Kimblee
Summary; Enclosed spaces and these two do not mix well.
Wordcount; 311
Note: Written as a gift for Ange.
Hawkeye was beginning to wonder whether perhaps she should start taking the stairs.
The doors to the elevator in Central HQ slid smoothly shut and the slight increase in pressure as it started to make its way up went unnoticed. Because Hawkeye was watching the light of the elevator tick from 1 up to 2 to 3-
It was stopping. Damn.
The packet of papers she held needed to go to the fifth floor.
"Good morning. How good to see you, Lieutenant."
Hawkeye's face flickered briefly into irritation. Right. This was why she needed to take the stairs.
Because the man who'd stridden into the elevator and now stood leaning back into the corner, arms folded across his chest, was smirking knowingly, daring her to be short with him. Knew she couldn't afford to. Cocked an eyebrow at the pause she'd allowed to elongate rather than replying.
He'd done this every time he'd caught her in the elevator.
She really needed to start taking the stairs. She hated the way he shaped his words so smoothly, rolling double meanings and veiled threats off his tongue like compliments.
"Kimblee." It was an acknowledgment, an acquiescence, and a reminder that she was not without her defenses. Wished she could wipe that smirk off his face, and knew she couldn't.
The trip between the third and fourth floors took forever. He'd taken advantage of the slight slowing to push himself off the wall and stand in front of the doors, staring at the Lieutenant through the reflection, fingers interlaced behind his back, palms outwards. Couldn't help but let the slightest of hums escape as the elevator dinged 4. Her face reflected in the doors was always priceless.
Hawkeye was beginning to dislike the fourth floor intensely. She always saw it with the afterimage of his smirk on the elevator doors burnt into her eyes.
