Lips.
Riza Hawkeye loved pretty much everything about Roy.
From his ocean black locks that brushed her face to his arms that held her. She loved his warming smile. She adored his thousand mile deep orbs. Riza loved everything Roy, but if anyone had ever asked her what was her favourite thing about Roy, her undoubted answer would be his lips.
Oh, how Riza loved Roy's lips.
How demanding and rough they could be at times, almost as if he wanted to engulf her. And how tender and sweet they could be at others, like he wanted to savour every flavour of her skin.
Yes, Riza Hawkeye loved Roy's lips.
His lips were the things that whispered sweet comments into her ear in the break of dawn when they awoke. They were the things that muttered husky comments in the dead of night. Sometimes, they pulled on her skin so sweetly she groaned in her euphoria of pleasure. They left butterfly kisses on her eyelids and they framed the teeth that tugged and nibbled on her skin. They pushed onto her own set of pale lips, sometimes crushing them against her and sometimes just barely brushing them.
How talented Roy was with his lips. And how she loved his lips.
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Er. Don't know where this idea came from, but. That's that..
