"Aaaaarrrrrrgh!"

The small chocolate-haired librarian who sat on the stool slammed the open book down on the table. It was late, and most everyone had already gone to bed. Sheska lifted her glasses and rubbed at her heavy eyelids, wishing she could be off-duty now. She was being forced to stay up all night and research information regarding the Philosopher's Stone by Maes Hughes. Sheska set her glasses back down on her nose and dragged her gaze across the open book's printed pages, not hearing the first few knocks on the door of the study.

With a tired effort, Sheska raised her head. The doorknob turned, and with a soft click the door eased open. In the threshold stood the blonde-haired woman, Riza Hawkeye, still in uniform, still wide-awake.

"Are you alright?" Lieutenant Hawkeye asked deeply.

At first Sheska couldn't formulate her response, because of her fatigue. Hawkeye stepped quietly into the study and closed the door behind her.

She said, "Do you need to sleep?"

Sheska nodded zombieishly. Hawkeye came over, and just as she was passing behind Sheska, she accidentally brushed her thumbnail across Sheska's back. Sheska had removed her uniform top hours ago, so she only wore a white t-shirt with her uniform bottoms. But when Hawkeye's thumbnail glided over Sheska's back, Sheska arched her spine and let out a high-pitched squeal. Hawkeye stopped in mid-step and watched Sheska.

Noting Hawkeye's stare, Sheska chuckled nervously and waved it off. "Sorry, I'm just, y'know, tired."

Hawkeye came back and stood uncomfortably close to Sheska. The librarian shrunk in her seat. She knew that the Lieutenant wasn't anyone to screw with; Hawkeye had a gun and tons of combat expertise to boot. But suddenly, something pointy and firm prodded Sheska in the back. She almost fell off the stool -- Hawkeye caught her one-handedly.

"H-Hawkeye, ma'am, what're you doing?"

The Lieutenant touched her finger to Sheska's lips, silencing her. Sheska's thoughts drifted to worries of what would happen if someone walked in and saw her and Hawkeye in this sort of position. Sheska started to sit back up onto the stool, and the stone-faced Hawkeye dug her fingers into Sheska's tender sides. The librarian let out a wild whoop of laughter, thrashing her arms and legs. Hawkeye clapped her hand over Sheska's mouth, muffling her cries as the former lifted her down to the floor and put the librarian into a submission hold.

Sheska's thoughts raced as fast as her heart as she struggled fruitlessly in Hawkeye's iron-vice grip. Sheska couldn't make any noise, and, as Hawkeye clamped Sheska's legs between both her thighs, her energy depleted instantly. Sheska's glasses went askew as Hawkeye started tickling her navel area and waistline.

It was going to be a long night.