Disclaimer: Unfortunately Roy Mustang isn't mine…nor is anyone else.

Author's Notes: This is a collection of fics I'm writing for the LJ community 50reactions. That means they're not chapters of the same story, but several one-shots that really have nothing to do with one another. I've rated the whole thing PG-13 just to be safe (even I never know when a curse word will slip in), but I'll post the rating of every different fic as I post them. Also the "themes" for each chapter are based around things in chemistry…though you don't have to know any chemistry to enjoy the fic!

Title: Slumber
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist
Characters: Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye
Theme: #14—Reactivity
Warnings/Ratings: G
Synopsis: Sleep is good…


It was quiet in the office for once. Roy had never realized just how much noise his subordinates caused…until they were gone. Roy sighed as he gazed out of his window, his head resting on his hand. The only one left was…

Riza Hawkeye.

His brown eyes drifted over to the blonde woman sitting by the window. He raised an eyebrow as he noticed what she was doing.

'That can't be right. Is Riza…actually sleeping,' he thought. His gloved hand dropped to the desk in shock. He had worked with Riza for as long as he could remember and he had never seen her fall asleep. Roy couldn't help but smile as he watched her.

Her blonde hair was pulled back in a bun but still a few wisps of hair escaped; caressing her pale features. Even in her sleep she had a slight scowl on her face…as if displeased with something. 'But it's softer somehow,' he thought.

As if sensing his stares Riza opened her eyes halfway to glare at Roy, "Can I help you sir," she asked.

Roy chuckled, "No, just keep sleeping. It gives me a chance to relax as well," he said leaning back in his chair.

The woman frowned and sat up, fully awake now. She pushed her chair back and stood up; walking over to the colonel. He smiled at her but she continued to glare at him. The staring contest seemed to last for forever but it was only a few minutes before Riza finally sighed and averted her eyes from Roy's intense stare, "You're impossible."

Roy reached up and caressed Riza's cheek, brushing her loose blonde hair out of her face, "And you should go back to sleep…you're cute when you aren't holding me at gunpoint to do my work."

"I can't do that sir."

Roy raised an eyebrow, "And why is that?"

"Because there's nothing I enjoy more than watching you work."