71 for the writing drabble!!!!!!
Thank you for the “Kiss me, quick.” prompt, Ana!!! I was especially inspired by this image of Breda catching Roy and Riza kissing~ SO I HOPE YOU ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT CAUSE I DID.
It was swift. It was brief. But Heymans Breda stood in disbelief.
It was just a peck right on the lips. They didn’t hear him come in the room. They didn’t see him standing there. But he was rooted where he stood as they leaned in towards each other. And for a second, he remembered thinking, “Don’t they know they’ll clash heads moving in like that?”
And he felt so stupid, which hadn’t happened in a while. Heymans Breda was lauded for his smarts. He graduated with honors from secondary and top of his class in the academy. Density didn’t exist within Breda’s head.
They moved away from each other just as swiftly as they closed in, smiling at each other. Not in the way he’d look at his mother. Then they noticed him. And it was probably the shock, or the belief that if you push something away enough, it’ll go away. It wasn’t the case of this Second Lieutenant. The Colonel and Lieutenant coughed dismissively and went about their business.
It was after the fact, when there was time to process, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t caught the Colonel tell her, “Kiss me, quick.”
He approached Hawkeye later in the day. He respected her as a woman, as his superior, and most importantly, as his friend. Which is why he had no qualms approaching her as she fidgeted with files in the empty records room with a deadpanned face. “What was that?”
“What was what?” She answered him.
Riza Hawkeye talents spanned across many things, lying and denying was not one of them. Breda’s eyebrows raised in astonishment. She didn’t even look him in the eye to respond. His head moved in front of hers, “Don’t play dumb. I know what I saw.”
A lesser man than Breda would have missed it, now he knew the Colonel wouldn’t have missed it. She gave him the most stoic look, her signature look, and told him. “We’re just friends.” The subtle red tinge of her cheeks and the quiet hitch in her breath gave her away, despite her best efforts to keep it steady. She turned, files in hand.
He taunted after her, “Friends don’t kiss.”
She twisted around posthaste, the slightest release of panic in her round, pretty eyes. But this was his Lieutenant Hawkeye, hardened from the ravages of war, and the stare made him feel like he was who kissed the Colonel.
