I don't own FMA. I do own Kendra though. This chapter is very...mature..and was really weird to write seeing as it was my first scene like this..so be nice (I also like reviews :D so you should leave some!) If you notice any spelling, grammar or anything else let me know! Thanks!
An hour later, I had gone through 10 targets and about 100 bullets. The glasses I wore on my eyes began to leave marks and I removed them and my earplugs for a few minutes as I rubbed the bridge of my nose. My head hadn't cleared at all. I could only think of Mustang the entire time I was there. He was really confusing. Did he know about my feelings for him? Not even Havoc knew. And Havoc was the closest thing to family I had. I groaned and rested against one of the tables. I pushed my bangs out of my face and reached up to my hair, pulling the elastic out. I let my dirty blonde waves loose across my shoulders and chest. My hand's run through my hair with a frustrated sigh. Why were men so frustrating? Why couldn't they just come out and tell you their feelings?
I let my hands fall into my lap before I brought them up to rub my arms slightly. It wasn't cold but I had a slight chill. Then again I wasn't firing my weapon anymore and my body was beginning to cool down as I sat their in a tank top. I looked around for my jacket but couldn't find it.
"Looking for this."
I looked up and saw Mustang holding my jacket on one of his fingers. He walked towards me but I couldn't move. The way the low light created shadows on his face made him even more handsome then usual. I hadn't thought that was possible. He held my jacket out to me and I grabbed it, slipping it back over my slim shoulders. I didn't bother re-buttoning it since I was heading home. My day had ended a half an hour ago.
"Thanks," I said softly as I felt the heat rising on my face. I didn't know if he could see the sure-to-be brilliant shade of red on my cheeks, but I didn't want him to so I looked down at my shoes, suddenly finding them very interesting. I felt Mustang move closer and when I moved my head to meet his gaze, I found his face very close to mine. Our breath mixed together and I noticed how his eyes seemed to sparkle in the limited light. They were like little onyxes.
"Colonel, what are you-," I started before I was cut off by his lips pressing into mine.
My arms immediately moved to his shoulders and I pulled him closer. I should have pushed him away, told him this was way unprofessional; that I didn't mix my personal and professional lives. But I couldn't. My heart soared and when we broke apart, I felt it was blocking my airway as I tried to breath right again.
Mustang smirked and rested his forehead against mine. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. When your hair is down, you are simply gorgeous."
I tried to look away and to stop the blush from rising in my cheeks from the husky tone in his voice, but it was impossible. Not to mention I'd never been called pretty, let alone gorgeous.
"That was really unprofessional, Colonel," I said breathlessly. I didn't sound seductive at all. Just like I'd been under water for too long.
"Don't call me Colonel. It's a professional title, and these are not professional circumstances."
"What do I call you then? I only ever call you Colonel, or sir. And I only ever use Mustang when I talk with Havoc," I rambled.
He smiled. "Roy would be nice, Kendra."
The way he easily used my first name and the way it rolled off his tongue like it was suppose to be there gave me goosebumps.
"Okay then…Roy."
He smiled and before I knew what was happening his lip crashed into mine again. He pulled away all too quickly.
"Why don't you stay the night with me tonight?"
As much as I wanted to say he was moving to fast, my rational thoughts weren't winning at his point. I had wanted to be this close to him for so long that I was just going with it. What happened next was up to my heart. So instead of saying no like my brain said to, I nodded and bit my lip as he pulled me through the hallways and down the streets outside by the hand, leading me to his place.
When we got there he didn't even wait to close the door. His lips were on mine again as he kicked his door shut and reached behind him to lock the door while his other hand held my waist. My arms were around his shoulders and then he was pushing me backwards. I don't know when but my jacket was somehow shed as was his. We broke the kiss long enough to pull our boots off and then our lips crashed into each others again.
His lips moved from mine and made their way across my cheek to my jaw. He planted little kisses along my jaw line and made his way down my neck. He hit my sweet spot and I tried to stifle a moan. He looked up and smirked at me, his eyes shining at his new discovery. He bent his head back down and began nipping and sucking at the spot until I moaned loudly.
"That's exactly what I wanted to hear," he murmured huskily in my ear before claiming my lips once more. He continued to push me backwards now, I couldn't tell where we were heading but I didn't care. The kiss was broken quickly to take off my tank top and was continued as I moved my hands to quickly unbutton his shirt. I pushed the shirt over his shoulders and let him shake it off the rest of the way. The back of my knees ran into something and I was pushed back onto what I assumed was a bed as I laid on it. My breathing was rough as I tried to regulate it. Mustang stared down at me, his eyes shining.
"God, you are beautiful."
I blushed a bit. My mind was finally becoming rational again but then he was on top of me and all rationality was out the window as our lips connected once more. I felt him unbutton my pants and remove them with very few movements. I unbuttoned his pants in return and he kicked them off leaving us both in our undergarments. He began to kiss down my face again. He went from my lips to my chin down my neck to my collarbone and then to my bra. He reached around my back and unclasped it, throwing it off the bed and continuing his way. He took one of my nipples in his mouth and began caressing it with his tongue.
I squirmed. He reached up and began to play with the other one. Squeezing and flicking. I couldn't take it anymore and let out a moan. He smirked into my breast before letting go of both of them and then kissing his way down my stomach to the band of my panties.
"Nice lace," he said as he fingered the waistband. My face warmed and became warmer as he pulled them off with his teeth.
I was now fully naked while he still had his boxers on. Rationality kicked in again and I knew this was wrong. He was my superior officer and I worked under his command. This wasn't suppose to happen. But my heart…I wanted this. I needed this. Before my brain could make me do something stupid and embarrassing, I grabbed his head and pulled his lips to mine. As I did that, he slipped a finger inside me. He added a second and slowly began to move them in and out. As he became faster, he added another finger. He pulled back from the kiss and slowed again.
"Take me now," I growled as I pulled him back into a kiss.
I hadn't realized he took his boxers off but I didn't care. He entered me and at first it was painful but as he thrusted into me over and over, it became more pleasure then pain. He moved his face from mine and buried it into my neck as he sped up. I felt myself reaching my climax and gripped his shoulders with my fingers. I felt him move faster and could tell he was getting there too. We called out each others names as we both climaxed and he fell to the side, exhausted and spent.
I curled up into his chest as he pulled a blanket over us and I smiled. Rational or not, that was definitely the best decision I'd ever made.
"This is going to make work a bit weird," I yawned.
He laughed. "Get some sleep and we'll worry about that in the morning."
I nodded and smiled as I fell into the world of dreams.
