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Something in the back of Mackenzie's head hummed to life. It caused her lungs to exhale deeply, while her body tensed and stretched itself out. Lazy heavily lashed eyelids attempted to open, but the warmth that surrounded her being made a compelling argument to stay in bed and just return to the throes of sleep. Attempting to open her eyes again she squinted at the early morning rays that were just beginning to peak and shed down. Roy's relaxed baby face came into view as the grogginess of sleep retreated. Silver drank in every feature because it was rare that they got to enjoy something so simple as the act of sleeping in the same bed: his face seemed so calm to the point that it took years off him, his long eyelashes twitched occasional from the hidden eye movement, and his released small puffs of air through parted lips as he breathed. It had been months since they had been able to see each other, let alone getting the chance to be this close together without the eyes of the public.
"Morning sleepyhead," whispered Mackenzie. She freed her right arm from underneath Roy's protective one that wrapped around her waist and with careful movements she brought it up to stroke his left cheek. Ebony eyebrows twitched as a quiet groan escaped from the sleeping individual. "We have to get ready because we spar today, and it would look weird if you were seen leaving my room so early in the morning." The response she got was Roy's dark head moving from her view to rest against her chest and his body moving around to press itself closer to her warmth. "Maybe if you're lucky and you get up within the next five minutes than we can grab a shower together," she baited him.
"Okay, okay," breathed Mustang, "I'm up." His voice was gruff, but he had managed to push himself away from Mackenzie's body and sit up. Light pops and cracks filled the silence between as Mustang's spine straightened out. He turned his head to face her, hair askew, and smirked slightly. "You promised me something?" he purred.
Rolling her eyes, Mackenzie pulled the sheets off her body and turned to get out of the bed, but her left hand was pulled back. Looking at her love she noted that he only wore a shirt and pajama pants. However, she was greeted with puppy eyes as she gazed at his face. "If I promised you something, then we should probably get going."
"But no morning kiss?" That caused M.J to smile and crawl back towards Mustang's body. Carefully she had swung her right leg over his stretched-out legs and seated herself against his upper thighs. Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled them closer, while his arms snaked and tightened around her waist; as they trailed those fingers managed to slide underneath her own t-shirt. "I love you," whispered Mustang into her ear. One of his hand reached up and his fingers combed through her long hair.
"As I love you." She smiled against his neck because a devious idea crept into her head. Strategically, Foxtrot began kissing Roy's collar bone before slowing creeping upwards towards his lips. Her touch was light as a feather, causing Mustang to groan with pleasure. As she reached his lips Mackenzie pulled back and smiled; her ring laden fingers pressing against the soft skin of Mustang's cheeks. There lips met tenderly.
Soft breathes were released as they pulled apart slightly. However, Roy cupped the back of her head with his large hand and smashed his lips against her, not caring if he had just bruised their lips. Instinctively, Mustang's body jerk up between Mackenzie's spread legs. He broke the kiss as he moaned, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Ahh," he breathed, as another instinctive thrust occurred.
"Hmmmm," moaned M.J, who had bitten her lip to remain somewhat quiet, "L-let's move this to the shower." Quickly, she twisted and got off of Mustang, who was just as quick on his feet. He grabbed her hand, his bracelet making a soft sound as it moved due to gravity. With a glance back, M.J blushed because she saw the front of Mustang's tented trousers. "Excited?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Mustang's voice was gruff, but for a different reason than before. "I'm about to become one with the one person I love most."
Thankfully, due to Mackenzie being a Major General she had her own bedroom and attached shower. Due to her being the only female alchemists she got her own floor. As the pair moved towards the bathroom their bodies began to press together, Mustang's body behind hers. His hands moved up and down her side. He relished the breathy moans she released whenever he touched her skin, which was beginning to burn up. As he teased her with his hands, she used her rear to caress against Mustang's tented heat. Her knee bumped the tub, which she responded by bending over to turn on the water. However, she bent lower at her hips, causing her body to move against Roy's front and for his eyes to catch her every movement. The water erupted out of the faucet and the room began to steam up due to the heat level that she had selected.
Turning around, M.J pushed her hands underneath Roy's shirt and let her fingers trail up against muscles. She enjoyed each bump that she felt against her palms. "Hmmmm, your shirt," she eyed Mustang's eyes, "Off." With quick movements she had yanked the shirt up and over her lover's head, while his arms released around her to reach up. Another tug and Roy stood before her with only his pajama pants on; she tossed the shirt aside.
"Equivalent exchange." Mustang grabbed the edges of her t-shirt and pulled up, removing the offending article of clothing. The sight that was before him made Roy believe that he should be praying to some unknown God that he didn't believe in: his eyes drank in the bareness of her chest. Unlike Havoc, who relished in huge boobs, Mustang preferred small to medium size ones because he could easily fit them in his mouth or cup them fully in hand. Before him were two perfectly equal globes that seemed to fit perfectly in his hands; there were two rosy looking numbs that stood erect and desired his attention. So, he lowered his head and brought on into his mouth as his hand caressed the other.
"Ah!" moaned M.J as her chest was assaulted. "Hmm, you're so good!" Gentle, yet strong squeezes with a tender thumb caressing the nub with the upmost care. However, it was the robust sucks around her other breast that made her knees weak because with each pull she felt something muscular trace around her nipple. Without realizing it, her fingers twisted themselves into Mustang's hair. "Roy . . . Roy . . ." M.J arched into Mustang's body, causing a moan to vibrate through her own chest. She could feel his hardened heat radiating between her legs.
The slight buck from M.J sent a wonderful thrill down Roy's back because his sensitive organ relished any touch that was received, especially from the one he loved most. He loved to feel her nails grazing his scalp, pulling at his hair: it meant he was doing a job at pleasuring her. "I think it's," Roy lost his train of thought because thinking while in the throes of passion was not a good idea. "Shower," he managed.
"Pants off," reminded Foxtrot before kissing him passionately. She felt his hold on her loosen, so she took the opportunity to sink downwards. However, she made sure to make every movement south worth it for Roy's pleasure. More light kisses mixed with light sucks of pressure against skin that could, unfortunately, be covered by clothing later. Sinking to her knees she reached her target, feeling the warmth against her face despite her goal being covered. "Let's get these off." Her fingers teased against Mustang's hips. Small swirls were trailed against his skin before hooking into the flimsy material of his pants. A quick jerk and the pants laid against the cool tiled floor. "Kinky," she snickered under breath because the moment Mustang's pants were off she was met with a rather a thick piece of flesh before her eyes.
"Hmmm," Roy moaned. His now free member felt better outside of it's former confines. "Underwear, I have learned, is just a horrible and uncomfortable barrier, especially in situations like this."
Raising a questioning brow, M.J smirked. Knowing she had to play this off perfectly for the buildup, she began to make a show of licking her lips. Mustang released a slight moan, for he knew how skilled that tongue was. "Do you want it?"
"God yes; please yes." Leaning in, she took Mustang's heated length into one of her hands, and slowly gave the tip a gentle lick. The Colonel closed his eyes at the sensation he was feeling. Not one for wasting time, M.J lifted the member up and licked underneath it from the base to the head. The tremors she felt from Roy said it all, so she engulfed his member slowly while making sure add a strong suck when she fit all that she could into her mouth. Yes, she had gotten lucky with the fact that her lover was gifted below the belt, which was an added bonus. "E-uhhh!" Roy combed his fingers through her hair but gripped it when the feeling became too much.
With a smirk, something that Mustang could feel, Foxtrot slid her head back to the tip. On the way back, her tongue added pressure to the underside of Mustang's thick rod, while at the end said appendage circled the head. He wanted to thrust but knew better than to because it would be hard to explain a sore throat and bruise lips to their commanding officers. Mackenzie repeated this a few times. After a few bobs she used one hand to stroke the amount length her mouth and throat couldn't touch and the other to massage and tug her lover's balls. The sounds the man began to make made her wet. Hell, it was to the point that M.J was willing to bet that her under garments and pants were soaked through.
"Enough," Mustang commanded. He pulled his hips back and out of his love's mouth. "I don't want to cum just yet." He reached out his hand, waited for her to join his, and then lifted her up to a kiss. Roy could taste himself on her lips, but that didn't stop him from pressing against her lips hard and using his tongue to pry her willing lips open. The warmth of her mouth fueled his passion towards her.
"Help me," she whispered when they broke the kiss for air. Her eyes darted downwards to her pants. With a nod, Roy slid his fingers under the fabric of her pants to pull them down, but Foxtrot took his hands in hers before holding their arms up, so she could turn her back against his front. With his arms crossed against Mackenzie's front did she release his hands. "Gotta make you work for it."
With a smirk, Mustang just resituated his fingers beneath the fabric of her pants and pulled the thin pants down around her ankles. It was when he was starting to stand up did he realize why she had turned her back towards him. Obsidian eyes met with tanned cheeks and y-shaped lace hugging his wife's hips but disappearing between those supple globes. "Oh," he breathed excitedly, "You know how to tease your husband so very well."
"I know you love the lacey thongs the most, so . . ."
What was he going to do with this woman when they were actually public with their relationship? Hell, he knew he would ravish her in every way, shape, and form. But, to have a woman that knew him so well was going to make Mustang question even himself. "So prefect, so very perfect . . . and mine." He grabbed around her chest, allowing his one hand to caress the one side of her throat while he leaned down to caress the other with his lips.
"No marks," warned Foxtrot.
"Right." Roy knew better, so he reframed from sucking the sweet skin of his wife's neck. The hand that was caressing her throat moved to massage her breast. All the while, his other hand traced down her lithe sides and hovered above Mackenzie's covered region. The lace tickled his skin as he teased her. With hesitation, he slid his hand against her skin and beneath the lacey thong. Mustang relished at the smoothness that met his fingers, but it was the dampness that made him smirk the most. "Did I do this? Is this what I do to you?" he asked rhetorically.
"Ah," blushed M.J as he felt her husband's finger outline her most sensitive of places, "You always do this; so hard to ignore my feelings for you sometimes and just climb you like a tree in public."
"That would be hard to explain to the brass and the Fuehrer," bristled Mustang. Slowly, he allowed his fingers to press against her warm flesh and let the natural curvature of her womanhood guide him to his destination. "It's relieving to know that you want me so bad," he whispered into her ear before pushing a finger into the wet opening.
Foxtrot's body jerked against Roy's body, while her closed as she felt the warmth spread more. "I've missed this so much: to be one with you."
"Then let's be one," said Roy, who had wiggled his finger around enough to earn him another moan. "I want you now."
Silver eyes looked up at him seductively. "Then claim me," breathed M.J.
Removing his finger, he slid the thong down and off of his wife with the damned pants. "Shower." Mustang stepped into the warm spray, while Foxtrot followed. With a smirk, he lifted her up and pushed Mackenzie's upper body against the cool wall; Roy's one hand tucked under one of her legs to help keep it wrapped around his waist. The other hand grabbed his searing member, causing him to moan at the touch, and directed it against the blessedly wet opening.
Obsidian looked into hooded silver eyes, while a smile was shared between them. Said smile led to a gentle kiss between the two. During that moment Roy pushed in and didn't stop until he was all the way in. M.J's head jerked against the wall and her mouth opened to release a voiceless moan. Quickly, Roy pulled out and thrust back, causing the body beneath him to jerk against him. Arms encircled around Roy's head as his wife's forehead rest against his own. Breathless moans were the only replies between the two.
Mustang kept a steady pace as he looked his lover in the eyes. They didn't waver from his and it was because of that that the Colonel could see every emotion his wife was feeling and vice versa. The feeling of being connected again was almost enough to make him cum on his own, but he knew that his wife was already close. "So tight," murmured Roy. It was true. He had been met with mild resistance upon entering and said resistance was still present, but – thankfully – yielding to his need. That fact alone made Roy love Mackenzie all the more because it meant that she hadn't been sleeping around in the time they last saw each other. "Love you," he gasped.
However, Mackenzie knew that her husband was close the instant he pushed in because he was keeping a relatively fast pace. Also, Roy was rather pinkish in color compared to his usual pale complexion, which was something that he typically kept during sex – besides a blushed face. "There!" She pressed her fingers into the back of Roy's shoulders as he hit it. "Yes! There!" Arching her back towards her husband's body M.J felt it: Roy had paused his thrusts to grind against that spot. "Ohhhh~" White was taking over her vision as she clung to Mustang tightly. Another quick thrust and she came unwound. Her body tensed against Roy's.
"Almost there." Mustang wrapped his free arm around the small of Mackenzie's back and started a brutal pace. He thrusted fast and hard in an attempt to chase his own orgasm. When he felt Foxtrot tense in his arms and the dripping wetness from where they were connected he knew that he had satisfied her well. However, the amount of pressure that she exerted onto his encased length caused him to gasp hard. Knowing that he was close, Roy pulled out and thrusted back inside the warm hard, enjoying the renewed tightening of her channel. God couldn't have created something better in the Colonel's opinion: a channel that was tight, smooth like velvet, and naturally so wet that he didn't need to try hard. For this he was thankful that this woman, who clung to him, loved him dearly. "I'm going to-" Roy's world went dark for a few seconds as his body pushed hard into Mackenzie's. Then, he just stood there, pressing M.J into the wall, and gasping hard. He had cum hard and it felt fantastic to have such a release; Mackenzie shivered as she felt the molten fluid shot deep into her being, warming her from the inside out.
"Love you," she whispered in his ear before kissing his temple.
He was gasping hard. Hell, Roy felt winded from once and he knew that they didn't go at it for long. "It's been too long since we last did that."
"In the shower, yes, and in general, yes."
"Hmmm." The last of the tremors from his release echoed throughout his body. Carefully, he pulled back and stood straight; his arms supporting the body that was suspended in the air due to the height difference. "I love you so, so much." With a final kiss, Roy pulled out of her relaxed body and took pride as trails of white began to stream down and paint the inside of M. J's leg's white.
Foxtrot blushed as the warmth rushed down her legs and into her husband's view, but she leaned into his body to enjoy the moment together. "We need to get clean and ready for the day," she concluded, "And I won't go easy on you during the spar."
"Like I would ever dream you would."
Silver looked up into obsidian as Mackenzie reached for the soap and began to lather her hands. "I can't wait for the day that we can truly be husband and wife, no more hiding this."
"It's the path we took, but I wouldn't take it back for a second." He moaned as he soap lathered hand massage against his chest. "You spoil me."
"Now, imagine when we're public and can live together," though Mackenzie out loud.
Closing his eyes and enjoying the delicate nature of the hands that slid all over him, Roy thought about that time. "Then I can finally give you a proper ring to show everyone that you are mine."
"Ring or no ring I will always be yours, as you will always be mine."