prompt: "good girl"
pairing: royai
characters: riza hawkeye, roy mustang
warning: sexual situations
It was hard to suppress a shiver as she felt his gloved hand drift down her spine. The texture was something that she found difficult to define even at the best of times – and now, lying on his bed with her hands gripping the sheets tightly, Riza wasn't sure she could even define what she was feeling, let alone be coherent in her observations. There were the parts of her body that were reacting against the rough of his gloves – little shocks, little sparks trailing in the dips and shadows of her back – and then there were the parts that were not, free from the sensation that was as uncomfortable as it was pleasurable.
She shifted slightly, angling her hips a bit lower into the bed, desperate to relieve the ache that had settled in-between her thighs, low and thrumming and heady. She heard him laugh softly and his hand paused over her hip, fingers curling up to her waist and fucking shit, she wished she hadn't let him in on this little secret of hers: it was so much easier to deal with when it was just her, alone in her bedroom with a nicked glove and a bottle of wine. Now he used this knowledge against her whenever he could – whenever he would accept paperwork from her he would deliberately arrange his fingers against hers; he'd suddenly gotten it into his head that he needed to reach for the door just as she was reaching for the door and –
She tried to swallow a gasp as his hand shifted over to her inner thighs, rubbing against the overly sensitised skin carefully, but not higher where she wantedneeded it to be.
"Is this okay?" he asked, carefully moving her hair to the side, and placed a kiss on the top of her backbone. Riza huffed, rolling her shoulders back and shrugging nonchalantly.
"It's fine," she said shortly, closing her eyes momentarily as his index finger scraped against her skin harshly in painpleasure.
"Methinks the lady doth protest too much," he replied, dropping kisses along her shoulder and grinning into her skin as he suddenly dipped between her folds and she couldn't help it, it was too much and he was too much and if he didn't stop teasing her she was certain to –
The angle of his fingers shifted slightly and the moan she let out was obscene. "Or do my ears deceive me?" he continued, his other hand pressing flat in-between her shoulder blades and Riza didn't need to see him to know he was smirking as her hips lifted involuntarily, seeking the friction that his fingers were barely providing.
"If you ask nicely I might listen," he teased and she bit her lip and dropped her head back onto the bed in defeat.
"Please?" she asked quietly. His fingers twisted again and she cried out against the sensations. The hand resting between her shoulder blades moved up to stroke her hair and she shuddered.
"There's a good girl," he soothed. "You're doing so well Riza, you're so beautiful when you're like this-" a finger sunk into her and she didn't bother to stop the moan this time, "-all hot and wet just for me-"
"Please, Roy," she asked again, biting her lip as a finger drifted over her clit. Every inch of her was hypersensitive and even with his glove getting steadily wetter the friction was becoming too much.
He clicked his tongue in disapproval. "Please what?" His fingers stilled and she whimpered a little at the sudden loss.
"Please," she managed, arching her back as best she could, hearing his uneven exhalations as she did so. "Please, sir."