Hawkeye closed her eyes, her hand moving up to tangle itself in the Colonel's raven hair as their lips moved against each other.
Every kiss, every time their lips connected, they were reminded of the rules that they were breaking, the lines being crossed in so many ways. But hidden, unspoken, inside of these reminders, was the fact that this moment felt more right to them than anything else in the world. As she slipped her hands between them to unbutton his shirt, Riza knew that even if the world stopped turning at this exact moment, everything would be alright, as long as she was with him. She lifted her upper body so that he could slip her out of the top of her uniform, leaving only a tight-fitted tee shirt and her bra underneath. Roy kicked off his boots, and she pushed one off with her foot, then the other. He looked down at her and grinned. Riza laughed, pulling her hair out of it's clip. Nothing healed her long since broken heart faster than seeing him smile down at her, his eyes glowing in the darkness. His face was soft and warm, but his eyes were dark and serious, full of fire. He wanted her more than anything in the universe and she knew it.
She slipped quickly out of the bottom of her uniform, leaving only a white cotton pair of panties and her top. There was a pause. For a moment, the two of them just gazed at each other, thinking about the consequences of what was about to happen. Hawkeye shivered, the cool chill of the night air from the open window moving over her skin.
To hell with consequences.
Riza lifted her arms above her head, allowing him to pull the tee shirt off of her with ease. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes as Roy left kisses in a line down her neck, and across her shoulders. Tilting her head so that Roy's lips could gain easier access to sensitive spots on her neck and shoulders, Hawkeye felt her heart beating faster, and she could feel his, pounding against her chest. Suddenly, his hand rubbed against a bruise on her upper arm, and she winced.
Roy looked down at the bruise, and then seemed to understand. For the first time, he actually looked at her altogether, his onyx eyes taking in all of her bruises, carpet burns, her cuts and scrapes. "...I did this to you, didn't I?" His voice was low and quiet.
Hawkeye pulled herself up, brushing bangs out of her eyes to give him a long, pleading look. "...Roy, please, not now, not here..."
"I'm sorry." He kissed her again, his hand running through her hair. Roy slowly leaned over her shoulder and inhaled, taking in her scent. "I can't do this now."
"Roy, don't let that stop you."
He gazed at her for a long time. "I can't go on until you tell me that you love me. I won't be able to live with myself, feeling like I took advantage of you again."
This hurt her. She touched his bare shoulder, looking into his eyes, then brought her hand back down to rest on her knee.
"...I love you, Roy. You could never take advantage of me, not as long as that's true."
Roy seemed to take a little while to register this. Finally, he turned to her with humor in his voice. "Well, I suppose we could settle this properly," He teased. "Shall we take this outside?"
"Oh, no, Colonel," She teased back, playfully gathering her things and slinking over to the door. "Upstairs will do just fine."
Well, now, there was a side of Riza Hawkeye that Roy had never seen before. He smirked, also picking up his shirt and boots.
"You ready to make a run for it?"
"Absolutely."
She laughed. "Ready? One..."
"...two..."
"THREE!" They shouted in unison, flinging open the door and rushing out, up the stairs, across the empty hallway, into another stairwell, another deserted flight of stairs... in their underwear. Hawkeye laughed as she ran. It was surreal; how in these past few days, the strict and stern female officer had turned into this emotional terror, and then to feeling like she was free again. Because that was Roy's charisma. That was how he made her feel.
They swung open the door to his room, and slammed it behind them, Roy pushing her up against the wall to kiss her again as the clothing that they had been carrying dropped to the floor softly. She giggled softly against his lips, fumbling for the light switch on the wall behind her. He pulled her hand away and flicked it off, pressing his forehead against hers. "Hm," He smirked again, pushing her backwards untill she fell backwards onto his bed, and then following her down. Riza held back a soft sigh of pleasure, arching her back so that he could unhook her bra with one hand, which was impressive, even for someone like Roy Mustang.
