A/N: This is a very lemony chapter. Just a warning. This includes involvement with BDSM, standing for: Bondage & discipline, dominant & submission, sadism & masochism.

Just a clarification before we begin: The person who plays the roll of Dominance is usually the "top", and usually enjoys sadism; the enjoyment of inflicting pain to others. The person who plays as submissive is usually the "bottom", and usually enjoys masochism; the enjoyment of having pain inflicted. It's extremely intimate as you need to have a base of trust with the person you're with.

There's usually a safe word during these practices, such as "Yellow" and "Red". People use safe words to make sure both persons are enjoying themselves (I made it so Riza and Roy have a safe word).

Also, this has edgeplay, knife play to be specific. Knife play includes knives, daggers, swords, to be used to cut away clothing, scratch skin, etc. You have to be extremely careful with this, so I imagine a lot of trust needs to be entrusted. Using sharp tools means cutting skin, blood loss, diseases, etc. Not recommended that you just "try this out" at home.

I'm also going to warn that there is some things that may trigger some people with Depression, and those who Self harm. In the beginning, Roy tells his story about the orphanage in a series of journal entries.

So... enjoy!

When they made it back to the hotel, the two headed with the others for dinner. Some pasta cuisine; fit for royalty.

"Well they finally had Elicia, when are you going to have kids, Riza?" Rebecca was begging, "Please, please, please."

"No, no, no. I'll have them when I'm ready; which isn't now, if you must know." She sipped her water, asking a waiter for lemons.

"Perfect, thank you." She quietly said to the man, plunging the sliced lemons in her glass.

"You aren't drinking, lieutenant?" Breda joked, "I mean, seriously, it was like you were a complete different person."

"Don't get your hopes up, I need a break from it again."

"Riza used to be quite the party gall if you didn't know," Rebecca winked, "I will say she did handle her liquor a lot better last night, though."

"I handled it best before the academy, really." She muttered to herself, looking through the menu.

When the waiter came over again, "Yes, the Fettuccine Prosciutto," Being asked a question, "Yes, with the peas and cream sauce."

Their conversation was light until she remembered something, "And can I get a side of sliced tomatoes as well in a balsamic vinegar?" The man gave a suggestion, "Yes, the onions and peppers would be great, thank you."

Havoc whistled, "Who knew the lieutenant had manners?" He teased, the table being surrounded with joining whistles.

"I can dispose of them as easily as you, if you'd like."

"So dry, lieutenant." He 'tsk'd' at her, "If only I could change that,"

Roy was oddly jealous about how they were with each other, furrowing a brow in distaste.

"I'm pretty sure if you could I'd be like all the other girls you flirt with."

"Did you mean, swooning, and drooling over moi,"

"No, I meant stupid and easy to play."

"Hey," Rebecca defended herself, Hawkeye patting her shoulder with a, "There, there."

"Plus, I think I told you that first day that I didn't appreciate you flirting with me."

"Maybe you're just a bitch." Havoc shrugged his shoulders, ignoring the blondes glare.

"So you want to flirt with me, and then insult me? Oh, yeah, I can totally see how all the girls are swooning as you say." She rolled her eyes. Her tomatoes arrived, smelling wonderful.

She hummed when the food met her tongue, "I don't think I ate anything except for that yogurt, today," Her words left as she finished her first bite, reaching for another one.

"Is that really that good?" Rebecca huffed, Hawkeye's eye's bulging, "Yres," Her friend covered her mouth while giving the simple answer.

"So you play piano?" Breda snickered at his boss.

"Well, I might as well explain myself. It started like this,"

[Flashback]

His parents were dead.

Dead.

D-E-A-D.

He had to run this fact in his head a few times, before looking out the window, expecting them to return home.

Even worse, he'll be going to a foster home. He heard what it was like, about the garbage bags, with very few belongings. It wasn't going to be easy at all.

He kept a journal.

Day one,

'Nancy welcomed me to the home.

The kids laughed at me and told me I was a sissy, but that doesn't exactly make sense as I'm a boy. I'll have to look it up in a dictionary, if there is one.'

Day nine,

'I looked up the word Sissy finally, it's apparently said to people that are weak. These kids aren't very nice, they call me weird names and one of them kicked me my second day, and hid my journal. I just found it today, and they laughed on how I had a diary. It's a journal, I tell them. A journal. My own journal.'

Day eleven,

'I saw a girl with blonde hair today, she was really pretty. She had a book in her hand, but didn't notice me. She was talking to someone at a park, until she was yelled at to go back home.

I guess everyone has their own problems.'

Day fourteen,

'Aunt Chris was able to visit me today, and took me to the park. She even got me an ice-cream cone, it was strawberry. The boys again laughed at me for having a 'girly' taste for things. My 'sisters' stuck their tungs (spelling?) at them, and said some mean things back. I don't even think the words they used were allowed to be spoken, like, woah. They used *those* words?
They said the words, 'fuck off'.
Shh, don't tell anyone I wrote that. Please.
Thanks for listening to me, I really appreciate it.'

'I lost track of how many days it's been, it's been a month, though. I haven't been writing because I've been getting 'punishment'. AKA, bruises on my face, arms, and legs.
It's not fun here.'

'I've been hiding my journal inside my pillow-casing, the one inside the slip cover. Chris isn't happy with my arrangement (place of being, looked it up. Oh, I also looked up tongue. It's not tung, silly me.), and is trying to get me back with her. It's been a month and a week since I've been here, no one really cares about me except for Chris. I hope I go home soon.'

'My sisters have been teaching me about hair and makeup, and again I got laughed at! Those guys are so mean! I don't understand why they're being so cruel.'

'It's been three months, and I think I'm something called 'depressed'. The boys here have been punching me to the point of nosebleeds, and I've been hearing rumors (you know, talk) that someone is going somewhere else soon. I hope it's me. I don't feel like being here anymore. It's hard to breathe around here, and I think it'd be best to just disappear.'

'I've been hiding in the closet for fifteen minutes, it's been a few days since I wrote last. I needed to get away from them. They don't care. They never did. I don't like it here. I want to be gone. I want to be somewhere else, anywhere else but here.'

'I've talked to my sister Vanessa, she helped with my wounds from earlier today. I had a really bad nose bleed, and my forehead was bruised and puffed out from it. It sucks here. She told me how I should try writing poetry, but it's easier to just let it go like this. I'm sorry for being such a pain in the ass. I don't care if I'm 'cussing'. I don't care. I want to be dead and I am so sorry.'

'Someone in the park actually talked to me, but only to insult me on how I smell like trash. I know I smell like trash. I haven't been able to bathe in five days. It's been five months. I don't know how much I can take anymore. I'm breaking to the point of extinction. It's like drowning in my own pile of trash. What trash? Me. That's what is trash. I'm drowning in myself.'

'The only friend I have is you, journal of... me, I guess. I miss mom and dad. Why did they have to be dead? It's the weekend, and we'd be on a picnic. I wonder what would happen if I was dead, maybe we'd be in Heaven enjoying one right now. It is three-thirty.'

'Six months. Six months of pain. Six months of suffering. Tommy covered my mouth and nose with his hand today until I was completely out of oxygen. I'm curious on what would happen if he continued, if I actually died. Tommy is mean, and he's fat. He's a brunett with stupid sunglasses, and he acts like he's cooler than everyone.
Nancy stopped him before it was too late, I guess.'

'I forgot to tell you, those months ago on the rumors? It turned out to be the fat guy Marcus. He sat on my stomach and forced me to not breathe, and punched me if I bit his hand to get away. He's gone. He has been for awhile. I forgot to tell you, I'm so sorry.'

'Guess who's leaving? Probably not me, the gossip is too hopeful for someone like me. A stupid, hopeless, nobody named Roy Mustang. It's not going to be me. It couldn't be.'

'Holy crap was I wrong. Chris got custody. She actually did it.
I'm still really depressed.
This is the happiest thing that's happened since..
I don't remember. I feel dead.
I still want to die.'

'I'm going to therapy.'

'I went to therapy, and the guy Eric gave me a stone that I promised him with. Whenever I'm sad, I can just rub on it with my thumb, and it's supposed to soothe me. I don't see what's soothing about a smooth rock.
At least it looks like the color of moms eyes.'

'I accidentally broke a glass in the kitchen and broke down in front of everyone. I feel so stupid. It's just a glass, why am I anxious over a stupid glass? It shattered, and I don't know what to do. I feel like my head is going to explode, and I feel like crying.
Well, shoot, I am crying.
Stupid tears.
Stupid me.
Shut the hell up, me.
I'm so sorry, journal. I need to calm down. I am so sorry.'

'Apparently I'm dealing with trauma from that stupid place.'

'I'm being given piano lessons to cope with my pain.'

'I thought about poetry, but I'm too scared it's going to end up badly. I'm such a coward. Weakling.
Weak.
I am weak.'

'I found a couple people in the park doing something called 'Alchemy'. It's kind of weird, but I like it. Do you think it could accept me, too?'

'I told Chris about the Alchemy, and she found books in the basement about it. They were my fathers, apparently. He never told me about it, but he studied mainly in agricultural alchemy.
Weird.'

'I found this in my room, in my closet. It's been a few years, and I've gone to the hospital twice now for, 1, thinking about harming myself, and, 2, then actually harming myself. Chris cried with me both times, begging me to not do it again. She's forcing someone to make sure the shower is at one level of heat, all the time. Or at least at a cold level tolerable, only able to range to a point of heat that won't ever hurt me. I ended up burning my skin forcefully, and I have a few scars on my back from it. The doctor said it would heal after time, but I'm still depressed. I don't know what to do.'

'I just want a pain that I can control.'

'Did I mention I've still been on the piano lessons? I'm in year five, and I'll be thirteen soon.'

'I did it! I did a transmutation! I was able to make a flower crown! For once I'm able to do something! I don't know what possessed me to make the transmutation, but I did it! I just put a pile of daisies, tulips, and daffodil's together in the middle, and tried to image the crown part of it, and bam! It's so cool! I gave it to Chris, and she said it was beautiful. She hung it above the picture of my parents in the entryway.'

'It's my birthday, and Chris threw a small party for me. The cake was double chocolate, and it's starting to feel like home again.'

'I made a few more crowns for the sisters for their school show, and they told me everyone was jealous. The flowers I used were moms favorite: Carnations. Chris is jealous, too, I think. She misses having mom around, we all do.
God, I miss her.'

'Chris found a flyer in the neighborhood stapled to a tree, apparently, and is thinking I should see to it. It was a flyer for alchemy training, but I don't think I'm skilled enough. I'm barely old enough, the flyer said to have ages 15 and up. This will have to wait for awhile; I'm only thirteen.'

'I'm practicing more with alchemy so in those few years, I'll be ready for that dude. Someone said he was crazy and let no one study with him, but I'd like to beg a differ. I'm different. I'm better. I am Roy Mustang.'

'I almost forgot, Vanessa is teaching me table etiquette tonight. She said there's a cute girl there at Hawkeye's. But since when have I cared about girls? I don't care about girls. They're kind of dumb to obsess over. I'd rather just have a friend. Not a girlfriend, but a girl friend. Girl-friend. Wait. A friend who happens to be a girl.
Yeah that works. Damn it, I'm getting flustered.
I don't care about girls, I swear!'

'I decided to put off my piano studies, it's been another year, and I don't need them. I'm perfect on it, and I only need to play a few times a year.
Moms birthday, Dads birthday, and their death day.. I don't need anything else. I'm okay. The scars healed on my back, and I'm ready to move forward. I'm okay.
I am okay to move forward.'

'I'll be sending in papers soon for . He wanted to know my knowledge, and send in the best package of alchemy I could offer. I'm sending a picture of a sculpture I've been thinking of; Mom and dad holding hands with a flower crown.
The masterpiece will stay at home with Chris.'

'I finally created it perfectly after my fifty second try. Moms hair finally flows the way it did, and dads bow tie is on straight. Her dress goes the way it did back then. It has no color, it's grey, but it still marks how they were. It's going to be 'planted' into the back garden. I'm going to miss home so much when I go. Chris is opening a bar in central, and she told me how the girls will be working for her.
Family is family, even though the girls and I aren't even related by blood. They've been the best sisters anyone could hope for, though.'

Even though a few of the girls accepted the job, the others went off to the outskirts of Central, and helped gather information for his mother. A couple of girls were picked up when legal to move themselves, as they came from the girls orphanage home. No families.

But that didn't stop Madame Christmas to treat them like family, having dinner with them more than she does with Roy.

He left out the drastic parts of the hospital stays, the reasoning's, everything that may lead to extreme pity. Riza didn't know all of it, she didn't even know about the journal he kept with him. He still has it tucked in one of his alchemic notes at his home. It's all packed in a box, but it's there.

He kept seven months worth of the orphanage stay, and continued at the hospital. Then there was a few notebooks filled with information about staying at the Hawkeye's.

The group just stared, completely taken aback to his words. They didn't need to know the rest, except for the fact he was beaten to a bloody pulp by other kids.

No one needed to know the rest, only that he picked up piano for his parents.

Riza wasn't shocked, but she knew he was leaving things out. It's the way his eyes hang over his head, ignoring the pitiful looks from his subordinates.

He was also ignoring her.

She took another bite of her meal, chewing it slowly to the person playing the piano in the next room.

Rebecca had a look in her eye: protectiveness. If Hughes was here, he'd have the same emotion in his eyes. It wasn't like her friend to be protective over Roy, but she didn't mind it.

He carried onto his story, leaving out the fact he studied at her fathers. He instead told them about the once a month going to his mothers, seeing his sisters that weren't related by blood. They were family, she understood this well, but she couldn't help getting extremely defensive when Vanessa would flirt with him.

Even worse, he flirted back.

She knew it was for work, she knew this. She knew without Madame and the sisters, he wouldn't be moving forward. It irritated her that he'd flirt back, but it's not like they're completely dating. They are each others, but she still wondered if all those nights without her, he'd be with another woman other than her. He did, but they were worthless to him, a penny to be spent to the ponds wishes.

She wants to know what he's hiding, but she doesn't at the same time. She didn't wait for him, and neither did he.

He told them about the sisters, mostly Vanessa, on how they taught him on beauty-care. He left out Riza, knowing her before the war.

It had to be done. No one can know. Hughes could know, but that's about it. Rebecca doesn't exactly keep secrets. She's a bird, tweeting the information to anyone, singing on how she knows something, and the other doesn't. It's the only real thing she dislikes about her best friend.

Rebecca only knew he trained at her house. She saw the burned tattoo. She helped with the healing process.

She's the bird that's free, while the Hawks Eye is trapped somewhere hidden. She's free to do what she wants, and Riza has to keep her eyes on one person, keep him in line. She'd have to shoot him if he didn't, and she couldn't let that happen.

It couldn't happen. She wouldn't be able to live alone. She sticks in groups, and he was the one leading it.

He poked her thigh, handing a small piece of paper.

'I'll tell you the rest if you wish to know. I have nothing to hide from you. We'd have to stop at my house, though.

Roy.'

She let a small smile slip, tucking the note in her pocket, tapping his foot twice with the toe of her shoe.

"Sorry," She whispered to him, smirking to herself.

It was a small signal they made those years ago, two taps for a message to start, or one if it was a slip of paper. Two taps back to understand they started a private conversation of their own.

It had to be more secretive now they were in the military.

"You never really said if you liked your hair, or not,"

"Maybe I don't need to say anything. I haven't taken it down, have I?"

After they all parted ways, he promised. He promised to show her, so they ended up taking a long trip to his home in the East, right by the command center. It took awhile, but not too long. She stared at him while he shoveled through boxes of things, then finally reaching his wanted notebooks.

The notebooks were falling apart, and she didn't know what to think at first, she never knew about them.

The first notebook was of his childhood, beginning at the foster home. He only told stories, but it was never told like this. Never the raw abuse, the details.

The second notebook was shortly written after staying at her fathers, being the student he was. She only had a faint idea of his words, but didn't realize the truth.

'I arrived at the Hawkeye's today, and told me he had high hopes of me, and the introduction was very brief. It was like he was consumed into a desperation of seeking out truth, retreating back to his study after saying Hello. He wasn't too bad, I guess.
What's mostly interesting from this entire house is the blonde Miss Hawkeye. She just put me in my room I'll be staying in, and I don't mind it here. There's something disturbing about this place though, it's making me break into a cold sweat. Like a distant memory.'

'I remember writing less frequently than this, I know it was never this much. But I can't stop myself from wondering about his daughter, her brown eyes are like a void I can't seem to run away from.
I'm curious on how things will turn out for us, but so far she's amazing. She took on the entire chores of the house when her mother passed away, and her cooking is brilliant. She's a year younger than me, and I shouldn't be allowed to think about her. But for some reason, I just can't prevent myself to hold back on these thoughts. I wonder if her hair is as soft as her voice, sometimes.'

She blushed as she read through the notebook, Roy was on the couch relaxing as she read. She was relieved he wasn't looking at her.

'Remember when at the foster home I was beaten to a pulp? Master wants me to kick him with alchemy. He's a dumb-ass if he thinks I'll move on with that. He yells at me frequently, until I feel as if my ear drums are about to bleed and explode.
But then she calms me down in seconds, as if she has my sanity in her pocket, locked away somewhere distant, but never far away.'

She doesn't remember the yelling all too well, but she feels the voices roaring in her bones. That feeling at that house, it was like a never ending summer storm. It was peaceful, but there was always something wrong. Something to cause the tinge of paranoia deep within her.

'Miss Hawkeye slapped me today for accidentally touching her rear end.
I deserved it, but seriously? It was a pretty nice butt.
I'm still not sure how I feel about this. It's embarrassing to talk about, but I'm doing it anyway. Not like anyone will read this or find it. Remember at the foster home where I hid it in the zipped pillow sheet? Same concept I'm using. No one notices because it's one I have way behind my other two pillows. It's really nice here, even though my cheek is still burning. I'm sure Master would have killed me in seconds if he knew about it, but she swore to secrecy. I'd have it no other way.'

This was the first time she ever slapped him, and now it's a regular everyday thing. 'Funny,' She thought to herself.

'Miss Hawkeye insists I call her Riza, even though it's just... It's not natural, is it? I had to say it a few times (Okay, like twenty-four, but who's counting?) to get the feel for it. It's weird. Riza Hawkeye. Riza Hawkeye. Riza Hawkeye. Riza Hawkeye.
Riza Mu-
Nope.
Not going to dream like that.
Bye, journal. Good bye.
(For now, anyways)'

'It's a Saturday, and I asked Master if I could take Riza with me for a few errands earlier. I almost lost track of her and decided selfishly that I would hold her hand for the rest of the way. Until we got to the corner of the street, of course. Master didn't suspect a thing, too involved in his research. I feel pretty smug about this, even though I'm fluttering like a small school girl. Maybe I am a school girl. Holy shit, am I a girl?...
...
Just checked, still a dude. I seriously had to check, okay? What if I was suddenly replaced with female anatomy? That would be terrifying.
Anyways, as we were doing errands, she found a poetry book she liked and I bought it for her off the money I get for small jobs near the neighborhood.
I just pulled weeds for a lady down the street and placed in daffodils, and that was enough for the book.
She kept hugging it like it was a treasure. The Hawkeye's have tons of books, but they aren't filled with one's a teenage girl would want to spend her time with.
They're all alchemy, no romance, no poems. Nothing to relate to, all nonfictional, nothing to dive for a dream. She told me books are expensive as she looked at the cover, forcing herself not to look through the pages.
She reminded me of my sister Vanessa when she got a new set of makeup, or figured something out for hair.
But it never gave me chills or made my chest flutter to the image of her dancing down the streets with the new book latched against her chest.
It was happiness at its finest, and for once I felt filthy rich.'

Little does he know, she still has the book locked away in her closet, in a music box she got as a child.

'I asked Master if I'd be able to take her out the house again, and he said to me, "Don't interrupt my work, do what you please, and don't ask again."

He told me straight forward, as if trusting me with everything. It burned deep within me on how much he doesn't care enough for Riza. I'm still curious on how she's so warmhearted, caring so deeply for others when she hasn't been properly taken care of herself.

.

I found her indulged with the book I got her two weeks ago, again. I think this is the seventh time I've seen her read it. I asked her if she wanted another, and her eyes were bright with excitement. This is as close to the sun I'll get.

.

Apparently that last statement wasn't true.

She kissed my cheek, and I burned up into a pile of goo, unrecognizable from the true skin I live in. I felt all the atoms and stars around me completely stop for a moment as she did, reducing back into ash and returning to the shapes of true design.

I didn't know how to speak, and the trip back was quiet, but peaceful as she giggled and danced away from me, running back home.'

Riza remembered this clearly, and doesn't remember sitting in the chair. She was unable to stop reading. This notebook was all about them. Her, she should correct.

'Home has an entirely different meaning when I'm with her, sitting on the piano bench and playing a small tune as her dress hugs her waist and flows around her small body. I didn't realize there was a piano until she pointed it out to me across the kitchen. I told her how I used to play frequently, then suddenly stopped after awhile. What I didn't tell her is I only play during special occasions, but whenever she asks me, I'll play. I don't mind if it's for her.'

'Sometime after our first kiss together, I ended up realizing the pain was coming from her all at once. It was a pleasant pain, but it's because she smells like the garden back at home. I thought for a moment, just a moment, that mom and dad were back, smiling at me straight in the face. I swear I saw their faces in the window, but it was just a few school kids laughing as they stalked us. I ended up blushing furiously, and she just pecked my cheek.'

'She said it would be okay, but for some reason I'm just as paranoid as her father. Thinking he could walk in at any moment given, yelling at us for even sharing that kind of romance.'

'Her eyes burn my skin off, but it's a pain I wouldn't trade for anything.'

'I got extremely embarrassed when our kisses lead to something more passionate, showing the arousal unexpectedly in my trousers. She laughed softly and told me it wasn't that big of a deal. I have no idea if that was a pun, or if she was being serious. She confuses me greatly and I enjoy it so much for unknown reasons.'

'I bought her another book today, and her father has been looking at me as if he wanted to kill me for getting so close to his daughter. He probably does, and I don't blame him.'

'I woke up to the creak of my bedroom door opening, and her face was covered in tears. Her lips were slightly pursed and she hid her face in the pillow in arms.

Nightmare, my mind screamed.

She crawled into my bed moments later, and we just laid there in each others arms. She didn't want to talk about it, but for some reason I could see the dream in her eyes, dulling away the color of her iris'. Her eyelashes sticking together from the tears, and I don't want to even start on how much it killed me. I kissed away her tears, and she wiped away mine. I didn't realize I started crying, but I did.

She asked me for a bedtime story, and I told her about the one with the princess saving the prince. She laughed, and said it reminded her of us. Always saving my ass when I should be protecting hers. I was about to argue, but her lips pressed to mine before I could speak.

God, please don't ever take this away from me.'

"Things haven't changed all that much, have they?" Riza said softly as she turned the page delicately, continuing her read. She felt his arms drape around her shoulders, sighing into the nape of her neck.

"No, they haven't." She concluded as shivers went down her spine.

'Please don't have her father kill me, please don't have her father kill me, PLEASE don't have her father kill me.
I don't regret it one bit, but..
Please. Do. Not. Let. Her. Father. Kill. Me.'

'Her father hit her this afternoon. I don't know who he is anymore, but did I ever know him before? I don't think I have, and for some reason my mind is telling me it's happened more than once. I don't want to believe it. I don't want to think about it, but blood rushed to her face, bruising on her cheek, jaw, and nose. I can't think. I should have protected her, but I couldn't. I wasn't awake. I didn't know.

Her grandfather is a... weird man, in summary. He said he would teach me chess. Riza will be taught by the maids on cooking, as if hers isn't good already.'

'He threw condoms at me.
Fucking.
Condoms.
Then he threw a herb mix in a vile to Riza, and let me tell you, we were a blushing mess. I didn't break eye contact with the man, telling myself if I just.. tried hard enough, my eyes would peel and I wouldn't see him anymore.
Can he please dissolve into dust or something? This is just weird. He's weird. This situation is weird. Old man has some weird moves, and I feel like he's trying to play at something.
Dear journal, please imagine me making weird warrior noises and doing stances towards the dude. He wants a war? Come on, fight me.
I need to take a cold shower.'

"Dear journal, please imagine me making weird warrior noises and doing stances towards the dude. He wants a war? Come on, fight me." She quoted towards him, breaking out into snorts and giggles.

"Oh, whatever." He muttered into her throat.

"Dear journal, the crazy grandpa has been teaching me chess, and I haven't beaten him once. He's an ass-hat, and I feel like he'd be great at embarrassing donkeys and rambling about how awesome he is, and hopefully a llama will spit in his face. Wow, Roy, you sure had quite the grudge towards him." Riza clicked her tongue, chuckling as he pinched her side. She closed the notebook, moving to the next.

'Poetry?' She noted to herself before moving on to the page.

'You were a ray

Of outstanding sunshine

The brightest of stars even

When the sky wasn't

Ever so clear'.

'When you are in their arms

You would think

You could be there

For eternity

Just being there

Embraced in their empathy.'

'When you think of pain

You never think of people

Around you bleeding

Out in agony

Eyes clouding and becoming the

Dullest of colors you could ever see.

Maybe it's a sign

That I could never

Save them for myself

But those visions

Will always be pressed into

The back of my mind'.

They all looked to be stained with water and coffee, maybe even tea. Then there was burn marks. Some of the pages looked so fragile, like they could flake into your hands if held too firmly. It reminded her of him.

There was something written in a different language, she was guessing ancient Xingese. Turning the page there was a translation:

'BY ROSA LEAH PROCH: PAGE 107, PARAGRAPH SEGMENTS 5-11

"Silk, the thinnest of fabrics;

Loved and caressed until it was made into perfection.

Sometimes I sit at my desk at school,

And I wonder if I'll ever remember how rough and tainted your skin feels.

It was always something I could never describe

Because even you were too perfect for my own being.

I am a delicate rose, petals as white as the snow on our mountains;

I fall and I will scatter,

Never to be placed together.

I am the poison you offered your foes,

Leaving them all for dead."

"I was never one to cry,

I concealed my feelings as best as I could,

though today I'm not sure it's possible."

"I love my life,

But I'll admit:

I absolutely hate when my souls being is away from you,

Never once again seeing the light from your beautiful brown eyes,

My Dear."

"I said,

"Don't leave me behind."

But you did so anyways, I'm not sure if I'll forgive you.'"

He crossed it out, reversing it to: 'I never said not to follow me, but you did so. I still don't know if you knew the words behind my eyes that day, Riza.'

All of it translated and reversed between the two languages, and she admired the way her name was written in Xingese. It wasn't any different from Amestrian speech and literature, but it was more unique than anything.

But that was it. The only pages that were filled, "When did you write these?"

"During foster care, then during the first year of military, and Ishval." He told her simply.

"So you took your sisters advice?"

"Only for those times."

"I noticed how my name is different,"

"It's not that different from what it is. Just written and said different."

He kissed her neck lazily, forcing her breath to hitch, snatching his hair in hand, "That's not very nice, Riza."

"Neither is you toying with my body, sir." She grunted when he bit her neck a little too harshly, "And I thought you would only slap my ass," Her voice had a more playful tune to it. He smirked.

"Well it's occupied with a chair at the moment."

'This is bad.' Her mind screamed, 'But to hell with it.'

She allowed his lips to roam, and God did it feel beautiful. It's not like anyone was with them, or checking up with them.. It was just them, and they left before anyone could really catch up and find the two.

She felt a light sucking on her shoulder-blade, 'When did my shirt sleeves fall..?' The button-up was down to her elbows, slugging off her arms slowly.

"I'm not going to be able to.." She hummed as he sucked on the back of her neck, pushing her hair aside, "To move in a bit.. Let alone respond.."

Heat was pulling down to the pit of her stomach, and damn it, she was just throbbing for attention, "I missed this," She trailed off dazedly. For once it felt as if she was telling the complete truth.

"Does this mean I'm allowed to continue?"

"Maybe a little more," He slid his hands down and up her thighs, until reaching her sweet crevice. A small moan escaped when he brushed his fingers over her, ever so softly.

"More," She commanded with a whine, jerking in her seat when his hand slid on her. He raised an eyebrow, "It's been awhile.." She responded.

"Hm." He started to turn his body to the front of her body, kissing down her chest and navel, reaching the bottom of her shirt. Her belt hugged her undershirt. Slowly unraveling the shirt and unbuttoning her pants.

"You know, I would be fine with this wasted, too." She reminded softly.

"Like you've said," He kissed the top hem of her underwear, "It's been awhile."

"Roy, just fuck me already."

"You're greedy,"

"I've never been one for patience, sir." She clarified as her hands wove into his hair.

He mumbled something as her legs lifted so he could remove her pants, "Hmm?"

"Lee-kzrah." He pronounced clearly, tongue rolling on the R, throat bouncing on the K, "Thought I'd actually say it other than write it."

"I don't," She paused, "Oh," She understood quickly. It's her first name in Xingese.

"I don't know about you, but I like your name just the way it is." He spoke softly, kissing her bare thigh.

"I don't care either way as long as it's me," She hummed, "Tell me more things."

He spoke a fluent sentence in Xingese, more soft tongue rolling in the process. His voice became gruff with certain words and phrases before translating, "The bumblebee fell over the disgusting band of tigers that are on the prowl, Miss Hawkeye." She wasn't expecting that, "Where exactly did you learn Xingese?"

"I had to, your father forced me to read with some phrases hidden in Xingese phrases. Though, I'll admit, I knew some back when I was younger. Mom fought with dad, and later I found out it wasn't fighting." He placed kisses up her thigh, "It was sexual aggression."

"How about you tell me about it,"

He spoke another phrase, shorter than the others, "It's something you speak rather frequently. Get back to your desk and work." She gulped before he nipped at the lace of her panties, groaning involuntarily, "Damn it."

He pushed her calves up to the arm rests, "It's a good thing you're still flexible."

"I have to, or I won't be able to do my job-," She moaned and threw her head back, his fingers ran down her opening, "It's not nice for you to do that without warning," She whispered shakily.

"You do realize," His fingers lightly ran over her clitoris, "What we're doing, right?" Her voice wasn't the only thing shaking now. Her whole body was shivering in anticipation, "Fuck you."

"Oh, no, no. You have it all wrong," He removed her underwear, "I believe it'd be correct for you to say," He sucked on her upper leg, "Fuck me."

"Roy," She called out.

"Beg."

"You're insane,"

"I'm not asking."

"So it's an order?" Her lips quirked up.

"Beg." He licked teasingly next to her lips, receiving another luscious moan. Her hands were threatening to clench in his obsidian hair.

Her hands screeched at her, silently begging to move him closer to the right spots.

"I'm not letting you win again."

"Again?"

"Before I went to the academy," She gasped when he took a testing taste, "In the," She took in a shaky breath, "Empty room, learning his secrets," His fingers were so delicate, and damn it her body wanted more. She lost control of her hips as they rocked into his touch, "Pl.." She groaned as she almost let go.

"I'm not letting you win."

"As you said," He wasn't going to give her so much attention, though he did take a teasing suck at her clit, a moan echoing throughout the rooms. She hushed herself with soft whines when he stopped. Eyes closed, lip being teased with teeth and tongue.

"You might as well let it go, I'm going to win. I always do." His pants were suffocating as her voice filled the room, breaths heavy.

She didn't respond.

His tongue twisted around her opening and sensitive areas, her hands clawing at the chair.

Her legs started to twist and twitch when he continued, hands pulling his hair towards her as she convulsed with an orgasm.

"That was fast," He commented.

"Go to hell," Her legs tightened together when he moved away.

"Not going to beg yet?"

'Damn it all.' Her mind whispered, 'Let go. Just let go.'

"Not enough," She was dizzy from her first climax, but, "It's not enough," She quickly pulled him in, tasting herself on his lips, "Not," Kiss, "Enough."

He smiled, chuckling as he picked her up, "At least you're actually responding with words this time around." She looped her arms around his shoulders, straddling his waist. She repeated herself over and over, kissing his neck, "Not enough."

She didn't take anymore time when he set her on the edge of the bed, her legs backing up while her hands dragged him by the collar. Hands possessive with unbuttoning his shirt, removing from his pants, unzipping as they kissed. She pulled at his hair, deepening every kiss little by little. She was a woman enthralled.

His hands were so soft due to always wearing his gloves. It was the only real thing that felt the same physically, not even his dark hair could compare.

Every osculate of theirs were on the same passionate level, lips bruising lips. Grunts and moans matching, whines when they parted for one second as he pulled off her shirt. He had to stop and stare with hooded eyes at her physique.

"How long are you going to keep me waiting, colonel?" She teased, showing her teeth in a half smile.

"Oh, not much longer. Though," He traced down the valley of her breasts with a finger, "It is fun to torture you. When did you change?"

"Oh you mean the get up? At the hospital, before we left for food." He raised an eyebrow in question, "Rebecca had a few of my clothes with her."

"You're sure this isn't hers?"

"She's a length or two bigger than me around the waist. We are the same cup size, if you must ask." She stroked his stomach with her foot, "Come on, I'm not going to wait forever."

He leaned down to kiss the top of her foot, bending it slightly to then kiss the arch.

"Why is it that you somehow accustomed to a smell of gun powder over the years?"

"You do realize I liked guns back at fathers, too, correct? I just wasn't allowed to touch them."

"He'd probably rather have you touch those guns than this one right here," She covered her face and laughed, "Oh my God, shut up." He could hear the smile in her voice.

"Should I serenade you in bed?"

"Please don't."

"I'm wounded, Riza."

"You can be tone deaf, that's all."

"Your laugh is tone deaf." She gasped at him, "Roy!"

"I'm sorry, I saw the chance and took it on accident." He kissed her belly button.

"On accident."

"Yeah, on accident. See, you understand." She squirmed when he toyed with her nipples for a few seconds, whimpers daring to escape. She was still laughing, muttering, "Tone deaf." Under her breath as more moans moved past her lips.

"You did say not enough. Is this enough yet?"

She could feel the heat being placed back, sweeping warmth and a pulsing discomfort into her lower regions.

"Damn it, Roy," She gasped.

"Is it enough?" He kissed her breast, then sucking on her peak gently. She was pushing herself into him as her back arched from the sensation. His tongue swirled until a soft pop entered the room, a chill forming to the spot. He swept her hair back from her face, "Is that a no?" She didn't realize she had a death grip on his shoulder.

She nodded shakily, soon hearing the shifting of his clothing going down his thighs. She kissed him, the small exchange soon turning into a wild fire again. She felt his lips on her neck again, sucking and teeth pulling, ears being insensitively bitten. Hands found hair, pulling and bringing each other back to one another's lips, being bruised with so much force.

The kisses became softer, slowing down until he pulled away.

"I love you, you know."

"Thank you," She smirked.

"Riza, kind of killing the mood.." He jerked when her hands brushed over his length.

"No, I'm not."

"Such a tease. Say it back."

"Orders at a time like this? Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"I could be ordering you to do worse."

"Like what?" Her voice was husky in the wide room. He bent down into her ear, whispering lowly, "I could be having you turn around, bend over, and let me just drill you from behind, oh so properly. Do I dare go on?" His thumb moved over her clitoris, bringing another soft moan into the room.

She caught her breath again before speaking, "Go on."

He rolled his tongue behind the shell of her ear, "Should I order you to not suppress anymore of your delicious moans?"

She hummed, "Mm, you know you could do better than that, colonel."

"Keep calling me colonel and I'll be ordering you to sit on my desk at work, lieutenant."

She couldn't hold back anymore as she pushed him back on his bed, straddling his hips. She bit his neck, groaning with him, "Sorry, sir, I can't keep waiting anymore." She said into his jaw. She inhaled sharply and whined when he harshly smacked her behind. Her hips rubbed against his during this moment, evoking another deep sigh from the two.

She nipped and kissed her way down to his navel, undressing him completely. She wrapped her mouth around his member, taking his length completely, bobbing her head up and down. Light whimpers and groans came out from the man. She removed her mouth, dragging her tongue on the underside of him, and his voice stumbled as he moaned loudly.

She wiped her mouth, and smiled at him, "I did say how it's been awhile, yes?"

"Like hell it's been awhile," His voice was heavy as she traced his size with her fingertips. His heart was hammering in his chest.

"I don't ever lie, now do I, colonel?" She positioned herself above him, rocking herself onto his shaft. He sat back onto his elbows, biting his lip to restrain himself from forcing himself into her.

She clawed her nails smoothly down his chest, and fuck he couldn't hold back anymore. He shamelessly entered her without a word, and her eyebrows creased and she pleaded as he switched their positions, quickly thrusting into her.

He stopped for a moment, "Sorry," She kissed his cheek.

"Please." She hummed.

He took a steady pace, until she pulled at his hair, biting his ear, "I did say please, sir."

He grinned viciously, pounding into her deeply, receiving a hiss. Her knees flew upwards for better access, another moan being sent into the room.

"Roy," His name was a prayer, and she couldn't stop repeating it.

She forgot how thick and hard his cock was when inside her, always seeming to send her over the edge without fail.

"Oh god," She whimpered as he lifted her legs by the knees, continuing to pound into her. She climaxed again, and she thought she couldn't anymore. She was proved wrong when his thumb was back on her sensitive nub, rubbing so fucking gently, and she turned into the pillow and nearly screamed from the next orgasm. She was sure he'd have claw marks on his back for the next few days. He hissed into her ear, biting her neck as she came with a passion.

"You just can't go easy on a girl, can you?" She asked dazedly as he rocked into her repeatedly.

"Well, it has been awhile, Miss Hawkeye," He teased into her ear, running his tongue behind her earring.

"How much stamina do you have, exactly?"

"Hm, it's only been about ten minutes,"

"Well, fuck me," She whined as he grabbed her ass, "I haven't had you in awhile, but I still know something that will get you just as gone as me," She purred in his ear, tugging his lobe with her teeth, "Mind if I turn around like you kindly said before?" She smirked when hearing the eager groan he gave her in the nape of her neck, "Is that a yes?" She ground her hips against his, feeling him deeper inside her.

"Gh," He started to groan, finally.

"Holding back on me, sir? You know better than that,"

God, she was sweet talking him, and it felt so good. His nails were crushing into her hips, and damn Hughes was right. It felt so amazingly right, and he didn't have a worry about anything in the world right now.

"Fuck, I love you," He groaned in her ear, kissing her cheek with harsh pressure. Her thrusts were meeting his, and, "Shit," He was moving wantonly, moaning with her as her tight walls clenched around him over her next orgasm that shook around him. Her pants were heavy and she was near wheezing over the effects of him ramming so deep within her. Her hands raking down his back over and over again was drawing blood, and he was so turned on that this was his making.

He was gone, biting down on her bare shoulder, kissing her with a fire he held in the back of his mind for so long, too long. She moaned and whimpered with him as his cum drizzled out of her tight pussy, staining his bed with her scent. Their kisses became lazy, and he felt his racing heart go back to its slowed pace, a beat he swore he felt go down before hers.

Her mind was on a high, an overload from the orgasm after orgasm, and they both just wanted this to last forever. The careless sex, the pillow talking.

They cuddled and kissed, laughing lightly as he was still buried deep inside her.

"This can't last forever, you know," She said to him.

"Marry me." He blurted out, chuckling as her eyes widened, "I'm serious, Marry me."

"Roy,"

"Marry me." He repeated. A smile firm on his face, and definitely not removing itself anytime soon.

"Roy, we can't."

"Marry me."

"Roy, we seriously can'-" He kissed her on the lips, dodging her words effectively. He savored her taste before speaking again.

"Marry me. Just," Kiss, "Just Marry me. It doesn't have to be now," Kiss, "Just Marry me."

"Then when?" He kissed neck, then pressed his lips to hers in attempts of removing the pain in her voice.

"How about," He kissed her nose, "How about when I'm Fuhrer," Forehead, "And we can talk about it more then?"

"I wouldn't be able to guard your back," She whispered hoarsely.

"We'll talk about it," He kissed her temple, "Okay?"

"Okay,"

"Wife," He smirked.

"Roy.."

"I can dream." He defended.

"...Husband." She shook her head, "I like Roy better."

"Do you like Husband more than sir?"

"...Maybe," She pondered on this for a moment, "Maybe." There was a light tint of red in her cheeks, "We might as well thank our friends for this,"

"Why?"

"I'm pretty sure they've been trying to set us up for awhile, Roy."

"Do you think Rebecca and Havoc are-,"

"Yes, they are together. They were naked in bed,"

"Embarrassing!" He teased.

"Like I said before, it's just the aftermath of sexual intercourse."

"Were you jealous?" He had a smirk smashed onto his face, "Were you?"

"Maybe because for the last weeks we've been dodging this moment," She paused, "Or should I say past year?"

"And like I said before, Riza," He guided her face up to see his, "You aren't a one night stand."

"I'm not sure," She averted her eyes.

"You're not a substitute," He clarified, "Call me cheesy as hell, but no," She leaned into his hand on her face, "You're more than that. Way more than that, Riza,"

"Could have been cheesier, so I'll deal," Her voice was playful and she smiled, eyes still closed.

"Sleep?"

"Sleep sounds amazing right now," She nodded her head, then let out a small whine, "Roy,"

"Hm?"

"You're still," She didn't dare to move her hips.

"I'm still what?"

"Um," She gasped when she rose her body in the slightest, "Still inside me.."

He kissed her shoulder, "We could go again," She felt his lips widening into a toothy grin.

"Damn it, Roy, you will be the death of me," She grumbled, "I hope you don't expect me to move, I'm sore as hell. I can't even move my legs, Roy. What the hell?"

"I guess I'm too hot for you, turning you into a puddle of hot, hot, hot damn."

"That was terrible, you are terrible."

"Hey, at least you're the hot one!" He heard her mutter, "I better be,"

"What's that?"

"I better be! It's not easy being a lady-," He kissed her, pulling out. He sneered at the loss.

"Fucking hell, how big are you?" Her fingers ran through her hair, "No wonder I'm a hot mess,"

"Is this out of normal?" He glanced down to his crotch, her eyes peering away from it, "Not when all the guys you meet are just, er," She gulped, "Well they just can't really compete, alright? Can we sleep now?" She rushed the words from her vocals, and sighed with ease when he kissed her collarbone and cuddled while facing each other. He wasn't about to get an accidental boner from her butt rubbing on his manhood, even though he was already painfully erect.

She pulled his face to her shoulder, and her voice was so gentle like always. So unbelievably gentle, feather like kisses on his cheek, trailing to his chin, only to meet his lips again. She always knew how to calm him down in seconds.

Still, unfortunately, had a hard on. She kept touching him, and her hair kept brushing against his neck and chest. Her nails lightly went down his arms, up to his collar bones, and shit she was going down towards his hips.

"Devil woman," He gravelly said. Her hands traced their way up to his sides again.

"Just let me play with you for awhile longer, sir," Her voice was just as raspy in texture, "Allow my stamina to get back up," She paused her movements, leaning into his ear, "After all," He nearly bucked up into her hand as her fingers delicately ran down his shaft, "You did fuck me senselessly,"

"You need to be more fragile with me, sir." He groaned in response, "Be gentle with me, but make love with me like I'm a whore, make sense?" His breath was ragged and heavy, she was getting him so close just with all the foreplay and dirty talking. He grabbed at her hips, and she hummed, "Ah, ah, ah, sir. I didn't say you could touch me," He swore he could hear her lips turning up into a half smile.

"But-,"

"No but's, sir. No touching me, or it's off. Understand?"

"Why-?"

"Why? Sir, do you have to ask? I'm doing exactly what you did all those times," She nibbled at his neck, soothing it with her tongue, "I'm driving you insane, aren't I?"

'Yes,' His mind called. His body only shook when her finger slid down the slit on his member, tracing the small 'V' on the underside of his cock.

If there was a definition in the dictionary for agony, he would find it hard to believe Riza Hawkeye wasn't set as an example. She was torturing him. She knew every part of him like the back of her hand, and she was taking advantage of the fact she knows all of his buttons. Every single one drove closer to a higher velocity of the torment, and he had to use every bit of himself to hold back from taking her right then and there.

"I wanna-, God, Riza," He moaned uncontrollably and whined as she took her fingers, creating a ring on the base of his cock.

"You're not allowed to come, sir." She twisted her lips into a smile.

"Fuck," His hands were pulling on the bed sheets, and she took her time examining his muscular arms, scrapes and burns created from the war and small missions. She admired his abdomen, twitching from all the things she was doing.

"You're very red here," She circled a finger around the crown of his manhood, enjoying the reaction she received. He was biting onto his lip, and she could feel him throbbing for her, wanting to release.

"Maybe if you say the magic word, sir." She pushed him onto the bed, "Move and you'll regret it, sir."

She left the room, seeing her go into her bag, a different pair of handcuffs coming to view.

"Where do you-,"

"These are military issued, sir." She quirked up her lips, obviously continuing to enjoy herself.

"Do you get turned on from other peoples pain, Miss Hawkeye?"

"Maybe I do,"

She kissed his wrists before placing the handcuffs on them, and left again for something else. 'A rope?'

She tied the rope into the headboard, and connected with the center piece of the handcuffs. She was using the military standard of tying more than one person together in a line, a way designed for no escape. 'Damn it,' He cussed again in the back of his mind.

"I enjoy you being completely helpless to me a lot more than the pain, sir," She hushed, running a finger down his chest.

"How many times are you going to leave the bed?" She didn't answer as he saw her rear move gently with her movements, coming back to the bed with a blindfold.

"You're okay with this, aren't you?" His heart was racing, and she noticed the slight fear in his eyes. "Hush, Roy. Remember our safe word?" He had to think a moment. It's been such a long time.

"Heartbeat?"

"Heartbeat." She kissed his forehead, "You remember why it's heartbeat?"

"Because it's something we don't exactly have control over," Another kiss on his nose.

"Good boy." She praised him. She gave him another solid kiss on his mouth, lingering there until he felt the ice fabric of the blindfold.

She traced his muscles with her fingers, until she reached all the way down to his feet. She noticed deep scar tissue in his thigh, one from a mission they were on two weeks after the war. Hayate was at Shells, and Rebecca was with the team. When they weren't expecting anything, a shot came from the south and created a flesh wound in her colonel's leg. She was lucky, a minor wound on her arm from a rifle in the distance.

She soothed the tissue with her thumb, placing a lingering kiss on the wound. He healed nicely, but it was sensitive. Another scar on his forearm, the war.

She knew him so closely, and it was easy for her to track every single one of these marks left behind.

His hip was injured when he was little, another child threw him from the balcony and had broken his left arm. He told her about this the second she saw the scars from the surgery. He told her if he didn't, he wouldn't be able to play piano like he does every so often.

She kissed every area she could, and she could see all the tension leaving his body.

Shoulder; war. Bruising on his chest; at work he hilariously got accidentally punched by Armstrong. Little does he know, that accident was Rebecca pushing him while he ripped off his shirt. She had to hide in the bathroom immediately afterwards.

He was calm at the same time he wasn't, he felt her soothe all of the areas with small kisses that stayed for random times. He also felt her hair go all over his body. This was always the most intimate time of their affairs. He'd be held back like this, blinded, and she'd do everything she wanted. She was memorizing, and he wasn't going to stop her. He didn't mind when she did this. She was always more gentle at these moments.

She's strict, pushy, and always scolds him when he does wrong. And then there's times like this where she's so sensitive towards him.

"It's been awhile," He wanted to soak his fingers in her hair.

"Since I sewn a new batch of your gloves? Yes," She kissed another small scar, "Can we flip you over?" He nodded, feeling the rope being untied delicately and pulled back together after he comfortably flipped on his stomach.

She kissed between his shoulder blades, massaging them with her knuckles and fingertips. She found a few more of his scars, ones from when he burned his own back in the shower at his home. She saw the outline of different burns, nowhere near what she suffered.

His stress was falling away, every kiss seemingly taking away past pain.

"I meant it's been awhile since you.. since we've done something like this," Another peck on the small of his back.

"Yes, it has," She rubbed her hands down his back, kissing the scratch marks she left just a little bit ago, "I really beat you up, Roy," She laughed softly, "Sorry." She pressed her lips again and again up his back, until she reached his lips. She turned his head, controlling him into her mouth.

"Better?" She asked, he nodded lazily.

"Yeah," He was still happily hard, and she seemed to notice as she moved her fingers in front of him, other hand coming from behind and softly cupping his balls. He groaned into the touch.

"Don't get too excited, I'm not done yet." She was probing at his ass with her fingers.

"I'm not sure whether to say Heartbeat or not," He chuckled at the odd sensation, "What the hell, Riza?" She giggled, "Riza, this is just weird,"

"Hm, if you say so," She lightly scraped her teeth along his shoulder, removing her fingers from his ass, "You always did like this more anyways," She ringed her fingers around the base of his shaft again, other hand massaging his balls again. He wouldn't get any friction even if he did rock into her hands.

"Damn it," He hissed. She was sucking on his shoulder.

"I can always stop,"

"Please don't,"

"You didn't let me finish. I can always stop and flip you back over,"

"Continue with this little story," He grunted.

"Flip you over, suck all the cum you have left in you, let you fuck me until we're both too sore to move," She was such a tease, "And I might just let you fuck me on that nice desk you have downstairs in the study."

"How turned on are you, Riza?"

"Take a hint?"

"Very?"

"Oh, yes." Her voice went low, "I'm so fucking turned on, Roy," She was basically moaning in his ear, "God, what I'd have to just let you pound me all night long."

"Fuck," Pre-cum drizzled down to her hand.

"You could take me from behind, and I'd still just be screaming." She placed an open mouthed kiss to his shoulder, "Oh God, Roy," She whimpered teasingly, "Oh, fuck me." He was close.

"Do you want to cum, Roy?" She bit on his earlobe, moving her hand shortly from his base. Rough black hairs tickled her hand when she moved away, and he moved into the hand closed around him. Only drips of cum got out, and she kept her hand back where it was again.

"Do you?" She rarely got seductive like this, it was completely different from what he normally saw. Hell, he couldn't see a thing.

"Please," He begged, nearly stuttering the words out.

"Please what?"

"Let me fucking cum, damn it,"

"You sound desperate,"

"Please," He didn't give a damn if he sounded needy, he was.

She inched her hand back again, and in the back of his mind he saw her smirking, "Please."

Another couple inches. He plunged and whined when she moved her hand back.

"Learning your lesson, sir?"

"What's the lesson, exactly?" He paused, "Say please?"

Another pause, "Do my paperwork?"

"Well, yes.." Their lips brushed, and he forgot how much static was created when she just touched him. Electricity was going through his veins as his breath went heavy as they kissed. He couldn't see. His sense of feeling was heightened, all around him was the scent of her perfume she rarely wears. He heard the growl starting way back in her throat, coming out like a puff of air, only drenched in desire.

"What were we talking about, again?" His smile was toothy and she slapped her forehead against his sticky skin.

"Your lesson, sir."

"Treat you like a lady?"

"Maybe,"

"Hmm," He felt his eyelashes move against the blindfold, "Treat you like a lady, love you like the little slut you are?"

"That's one of them you should keep in mind," She lightly raked her fingernails down his back, body twitching at the action. Hell, his entire being was fidgeting at her movements. Her words, her voice. And God kill him because this is the most torturous situation he's been in. He got everything he wanted, except when it came to Riza. She egged him on, putting him into the corner, pushing him and never exactly giving into anything.

"Maybe tell me what the lesson is?"

"No, I like it better in a position," She drawled out a moan from him, just tracing her tongue up his neck, "When you're at the most vulnerable point, sir."

"As in?"

"Well, take a look at the situation you're in, sir. You're wide open," She stroked his member with the back of her finger. He was starting to recognize everything about her body like this. The small cut she got from the papers last week. He knew her knee was slightly bruised. He felt the slight curve of her foot at the edge of his. He couldn't see, but at the same time he could.

This was intimacy at its finest. Last time they did anything like this was a few years ago. She asked him if he was okay with 'Something new'. He didn't expect it at first, but it feels new every time. He finds things about her and himself that he didn't know before. He didn't recognize the slight bend of her hips until they were both searching blindly in the dark of the old study in her fathers basement. The only time he was allowed in there was if he checked with Master first. There were stacks and stacks of books, going all the way to the ceiling- all very old, and could be sold for thousands.

She found how to press his buttons- scratching down his back, the small area below his ear, and biting usually turned him on the most. He found she enjoyed getting her ass smacked the second time they practiced these erotic sensations, and he was roughly scolded until she pulled his hair and moaned into several orgasms the rest of that night. She didn't understand why it was so arousing, but damn it got her going. It was captivating when he pulled her hair.

It was such a stress reducer for the both of them.

She rubbed his arms catlike, stretching her body above him as she kissed the nape of his neck, "Are you getting sore?" He took awhile before telling her, "Yeah."

She loosened the rope, helping him flip over on his back. Her hands found the knot she tied to the bed, slowly undoing it and coming down to remove the cuffs.

Her lips were so soft, kissing the skin around his wrists.

"Not going to remove the blindfold?"

"Not yet," She purred into his neck, "I still want to do a few things." She explained. He felt something rough and wiry against his skin, running past his nipples and abs.

"Wh-Hah, what is that?"

"Take a guess," She ran the object along his arms.

"W-well," He breathed in, trying to concentrate on the thing touching him.

"Rope?" She gave him a kiss, "Very good, sir."

He heard some rattling, and jumped at a cold sensation touching him. She chuckled when he squirmed under her, muscles flexing towards the cool object.

"Can you feel what this one is?"

She ran it up his left arm again, and to his neck. He gasped at the different smoothness it offered. It ran down his thigh, rubbing against his erection as she still held him at the base.

"F-fuck."

"Can you tell yet?" She removed the item, but then he felt the same tool being set around his shaft. He gasped and groaned at the feeling, hips leaving the bed.

Her mouth smiled against his skin, "Guess correctly, and maybe you'll have some release soon, Roy." She whispered, circling the piece around his penis, "We both know you've been ready for quite awhile, sir." Riza's words cooed into his side.

Even more cum slid down his thick cock, and she bit his lip rather intensely. He huffed out air, feeling as if he was about to burst.

"Please, Riza,"

"Find out what the object is, Roy,"

"Such a tease," He arched his back, and his brows furrowed.

"Oh, but I'm enjoying this, aren't you?" When he didn't respond, she allowed him to feel the smile on her lips, pressing them to his chest. She lingered there for awhile until he caressed her thick hair. She mouthed the words, 'I love you' slowly into his chest, making sure he felt the syllables and letters. She looked up to a big smile. His hands bringing her up for a kiss.

"I love you, too, but come on, Riza."

"I told you if you'd guess correctly, I'd let you find your release." She ran the cold item against his midriff again, "This is pretty easy,"

He thought it did feel familiar.

He noticed two circles, the coldness. 'Metal?'

"Are these those handcuffs?" She kissed him again, throwing the cuffs to the other side of the room, clanking with the closet door. She stroked him and his legs automatically spread to the pleasure he was finally being given. Something was somehow missing.

"Can I ask something.." Her actions halted, and she leaned into his neck. "Do you have those knives...?" His neck was kissed.

"Be right back. You can remove the cloak if you want." She pressed her mouth to his forehead, and he watched her hips swing back and forth as she left the room.

He heard the kitchen sink downstairs being run, and it came to a stop after a few minutes. He listened to the light footsteps going up the staircase, and she came back into the room with the knives they got a couple years back. She placed the flat side to his skin, "Not too warm, is it?" He shook his head, licking his lips.

She tapped his hand holding the blindfold, and he breathed deeply.

He placed the fabric back on his face, covering his eyes. He felt the heated metal glide around his body, down his chest and past his hips. She used the tip of the blade, scratching lightly on the arch of his foot. He flinched a bit, growling in the back of his throat. He never understood why edgeplay was arousing for him, but the feeling sent adrenaline in his veins.

She scratched the knife past his thigh, hearing him whisper, "Heartbeat," Indicating she was too close for his comfort.

Riza smirked, removing the knife from the sensitive area. She kissed his thigh and hips, lips brushing his erection. He sucked in air viciously, "Something the matter, sir?"

"N-no," Roy stammered out, "Continue."

She kissed the tip of his hard-on, another hiss escaping into the room. She gazed up at his expressions as the knife came back into view, pressuring the back onto his chest, letting the heat set onto his skin. She listened to him hum behind closed lips.

He almost objected when she took the blade away, but when she took him into her mouth, "Fuck," Was the only word that could leave his mouth. His hands eased through her hair, and she mewled against his size. He pulled lightly at strands of hair, more sounds escaping the depths of her throat.

She took his wrist, taking the blunt handle of the knife, pressing pressure to his hands, lengthening down the muscles of his hand and vein filled wrist. His arm shook from the coolness comparing to the warmth from the blade and her mouth wrapped around his manhood.

"I'm gonna-," He muttered, and she removed the knife from the play, head moving with a quicker pace. She tasted the bitterness of his cock, swallowing his juices as her hand laced into his own. She licked the remaining left behind on him, crawling up to him. She curled to his side, the knife being left by his nightstand.

He kissed the top of her head, removing the fabric around his head. He flung the fabric away from them, laying next to the woman, completely comfortable in their undress.

"God, Riza,"

"What about Him?" She said dryly, suppressing a chuckle from her own humor. She had to admit, she was hilarious. Roy shook his head.

"I forget how dominant you are, sometimes."

"Other than work?" He nodded. "Well, come on. It's fun being in charge once in awhile," He snorted.

"Since when is it once in awhile? You take whatever chance you can,"

"Oh, hush."

"Tired?"

"Mm," She responded, snuggling into his side. "We'll have to save your desk for another time." She kissed him gingerly for a few minutes, suddenly appreciative of the time off. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" She whispered to him, feeling across his arms and chest.

"I don't think so, Riza." She sighed into his lips once more, his hand reaching down between them. She slapped him lightly on the chest.

"Mm-mm,"

"You're still so wet,"

"I'm also tired, Roy." His hands were now creating small circles on her naked hips, chills activating throughout her spine. "Roy, stop that.." Her voice was a soft mewl, and she was still horny as hell. She usually could handle this, but his hands being anywhere near her bottom half was rather frustrating. "This is going to be one of those nights, isn't it?"

"Well, like you said," He pressed her lips into his own, "It's been awhile."

"Famous line of the night," Riza rolled and averted her eyes.

He only grinned when she pushed him back onto the bed, centering herself over him.

It was definitely going to be one of those nights.

A/N: Like any fifteen year old boy who is growing up, I thought I should keep Roy realistic in that part. Childish, caring, naive on life. That sort of thing. Especially on the childish part.

I've actually had conversations with guys on what they would think it'd be like to be a girl for a day, with a vagina and everything. They told me they'd be terrified, and didn't exactly know how girls used the toilets. Yay for sexual education totally sucking ass! Am I right? Or am I right?

Also, insight on the eight year old boy Mustang: I was in the hospital at one point for depression, teens, and there was a six year old in there who was half mute. He didn't speak much, but people said he was abused a lot and developed depression related symptoms and suicidal thoughts because of it. It's a sad little world we live in, isn't it? He always had his face stuck in a book. He was the coolest kid out of everyone there, even the girl with the sick drawing skills.

Reviews would be really appreciated!