A/N: Once again I have to thank the consistant readers... Thank you! Don't know when the next update will be, but I've not forgotten you or the story. I'm just a little strapped for time and working on several other projects, job hunting, working on a college transfer... Need I really say more?

Warnings: Um there's a lemon in this chapter...a big juicey one.

Chapter 24: Surprises

Anica awoke early as usual and just so Elicia wouldn't wake Roy while she was out of the room, she woke said small child and immediately hushed her. "Come with me, you can sleep on the sofa while I start on breakfast."

"Mmm," Elicia whimpered and reached for her.

Anica smiled and gently picked Elicia up. The simple motion of it made her weak muscles protest but she carried the little girl down the stairs and into the living room and placed her upon the sofa. Elicia curled up instantly with a yawn.

Smiling again and brushing Elicia's soft hair from her face, Anica left her for the kitchen.

She decided upon pancakes for breakfast and even made Roy's homemade syrup.

Roy awoke tired with a headache and a stiff neck to the sound of his blasted alarm. Anica and Elicia were missing from his bed but he could smell coffee and hear voices and giggling from downstairs. Ugh, he thought turning over and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He did not want to get up.

Slowly he rose from bed and dragging his feet made his way down the hall, down the stairs, and to the kitchen entrance. What he found was a sight made from a perfect, happy little picture from some fairy tale life he'd only dared dreamed of. Elicia sat at the table with her bear in the chair next to her. She was giggling from some secret with the toy. Anica stood at the stove cooking while Mrs. Garrison pulled orange juice from the ice box and began to pour it into glasses upon the already set table.

Elicia lifted her head and pointed. "Look Aunt Anica, Uncle Roy's up." Her little nose scrunched up. "And he looks terrible."

Roy caught Anica's snort but ignored it as Mrs. Garrison immediately went to fetch him some coffee. It was a routine thing now days Anica or Mrs. Garrison, who ever was within closer proximity to him, would get him coffee to wake him up.

He made a grumpy face at Elicia and growled at her. She squealed and then it turned into giggles as he came over to tickle her. When he was sure Elicia was about to die from laughing he slipped over, avoiding Mrs. Garrison and the cup of coffee to wrap his arms around Anica and buried his face in her neck and soft black hair.

"Morning," She replied softly.

"Mmm, you smell good," he muttered. "You made pancakes, and sausage."

"Mmm hmm," she paused, "You're awfully tense this morning. Didn't you sleep okay?"

"I'm stiff, got a headache." He replied.

"Okay, drink your coffee, take some aspirin, and eat breakfast."

Roy whimpered, holding her tighter.

"Go sit down Roy," She said softly.

"Come with me."

"I'm cooking; I'll be there in a minute."

He kissed her neck then did as he was told and just as he was seated here came the coffee. Elicia smiled and began to chatter about something, but what he didn't really understand and thankfully Mrs. Garrison slipped into the conversation. It was just too early and Elicia's mouth was moving a mile a minute. Roy had to wonder if his own father felt as blindsided as he did at the moment, as unprepared. If he'd had a good twenty minutes more to wake up he was sure he could give Elicia his full attention, but at the moment… eh, not so much.

Food was placed upon the table as was the bottle of aspirin and another cup of coffee. However Anica didn't sit to eat, she stood behind him began to rub his shoulders, finding all of the knots. It was nice, soothing, and god he needed it, but he wished she'd eat and get off her feet. Having little Elicia for the day would surely wear her out.

Anica smiled and gave the love of her life a kiss upon his cheek before sitting down to eat her breakfast. "Feel better?"

"A little, thank you," He replied. "So what are you going to do today?"

"Girl stuff," Anica replied. She slipped her foot up the front of his shin. She perked her brow and bit her lower lip.

Roy dropped his fork and cleared his throat, reaching for his cup of coffee. Anica had never done that before. He was used to it from other women but her? Was she showing him a more playful side she'd been keeping secret, aside from what she'd already shown him? Well what ever it was it was damned sexy.

"Girl stuff huh?" He said.

"As in not for men and boys to know," Anica replied. "Hurry or you'll be late."

Roy had to explain Anica's absence to Riza and Havoc before he could get to work. However he didn't really get much accomplished and figured it was because his wife wasn't here. He spent most of the morning trying to figure out just what girl stuff meant when it came to an aunt and her very young niece and well since he wasn't a girl, he decided to ask Hawkeye about it.

As usually Riza gave him an odd look. "I suppose it depends on the girls."

He perked a brow. "Elicia and Anica,"

"Your paperwork is due by noon sir," she replied.

"In other words you don't know." Roy said with a sigh.

"She's probably just taking Elicia to the park, to lunch, and maybe a little shopping or showing her something different. That would be my guess."

Roy sighed and rested his chin in his hand. "I miss her." When Havoc and Hawkeye both smiled, he realized he'd actually spoken aloud. Perturbed, he frowned. "Leave me alone."

"We didn't say a word chief." Havoc replied.

"You didn't have too." He muttered and began to work.

The house was quiet, dark, and seemingly devoid of life when Roy entered. He felt his heart fall a little, thinking she wasn't home yet, home to greet him with her pretty smile.

Sighing, he toed out of his boots and walked into the kitchen to poke around for something to eat until she came home. He'd make dinner tonight, what ever she wanted, but he didn't want it to go cold.

He decided upon a sandwich, made and ate it quickly, then headed upstairs to change out of his uniform.

Looking around his dark bedroom, he noticed in the fading light of day, it had been cleaned; it even smelled like furniture polish. But there was something different as well.

Just as his eyes made out what the difference was, there was a snap behind him and a thin line of fire circled the room, lighting the wicks of several strategically placed candles and the room became aglow with soft candlelight. The door closed behind him softly and a pair of soft hands rested upon his shoulders.

"I've never seen you light candles like that," Roy mused, turning to her. He could do it easily but he'd never thought to teach her this one.

"Well I am the Fire Dancer Alchemist," She whispered, her grey eyes glittering in the flickering light. She pulled the glove from her hand and let it fall to the floor.

"I missed you today," Roy said softly, letting his eyes drift down her frame. He backed up a little surprised to not find her normal nightgown but a dark blue satin… It came above her knees! His heart leapt into his head to do a happy dance upon his brain. Good grief this little number she was wearing was very skimpy, very low cut, very short, god he wanted to ravish her.

Anica blushed. The hungry look in his dark eyes made her knees weak. "I take it you like it?"

Roy smirked and fell to his knees at her feet. "I'm your humble servant."

She'd not expected him to say something like that. It was neither an order or all that romantic, however, she wasn't feeling entirely romantic tonight herself.

"Good," she said with a smirk of her own as she lifted her hand and ran her fingers through his hair.

Roy closed his eyes with a soft moan. He loved it when she did that. It felt so good and no one had ever done it right until her.

"Slowly take off your clothes and then lay on the bed." she whispered.

Roy could feel her slight tremble and could have turned the tables on her, taken her to bed and had his way with her, but he decided against it. He wanted to see what she had planned and typically he was the one in control.

So he stood and did as he was told like a good boy who knew he would get something special and nice.

Anica backed away and leaned against the wall, folding her arms over her chest to watch. Her husband, her teacher, her best friend, took his time baring himself and she couldn't bring herself to look into his eyes, just his beautiful body, mesmerized by the way the light of the candles bathed his fair skin.

She couldn't look into his eyes because she could feel him watching her intently, knowing he was smirking still. She envied his confidence for once and at the same time she loved it.

Then he lay upon the bed completely nude and calm as if it were the most natural thing in the world to him.

"So?" He asked after a moment. She was just standing there against the wall, barely breathing. "Do you like what you see?" She blushed a beautiful shade of crimson but didn't say a word.

"Do you want me to strike a pose?" He teased.

"Shut up." She bit, blushing harder.

"Yes Ma'am."

She hesitated a moment but motioned with one hand, "Raise your arms and spread your legs." At least that's what he thought he heard, he really couldn't tell, she was so bashful and quiet in the ordering.

"What?"

She blushed even redder. "You heard me,"

"Say it again," He just had to hear it one more time.

Suddenly her eyes narrowed and he did as he had been told.

That's better, Anica thought but let him stay like that for a moment longer. In her head this seemed simpler, easier. Now… she was so nervous, the butterflies doing a number upon her stomach.

But she left the wall and slowly made her way toward the bed with purpose. She'd prepared the bed this afternoon almost as soon as she'd arrived home, having to ask Mrs. Garrison leave early.

Hidden in the folds of the comforter were two short pieces of cloth. She lifted the first and quickly tied Roy's right leg tight, but not so tight it'd cut off the circulation. Then she moved to the other side as fast as she could and tied his left leg.

"Do you really think I'd get up and leave?" He asked with a perked brow.

Anica met his eyes with a stern gaze. "Hush,"

Roy watched with another smirk as his previously shy and modest, beautiful wife came up the side of the bed and pulled a third cloth from under his pillow. He never would have expected her to play like this. Play they had and she had teased him a little before, but she'd never taken so many steps to dominate him like this. She'd have all the control and he'd be helpless to her unless he broke the ties that held him. It didn't bother him though just filled him with immense excitement, excitement she would see as soon as she looked.

He watched her slender fingers as she tied the last cloth frowned. "I recognize that fabric don't I?" It was a pale blue material and felt soft against his flesh.

Anica smiled a beautiful smile. "You should, you've slept with it often enough."

He'd slept with it? Suddenly it dawned on him and he grinned. It was the first nightgown he'd ever seen her in. "So does that mean you'll wear that one every night?" he asked eyeing the seductive piece she was currently wearing.

Anica shrugged. "Maybe, if you're good." Her eyes flitted down his frame to the juncture between his legs and her breath caught in her throat. She was still a moment then met his gaze with a smirk. Then next thing he knew there was a cloth over his eyes.

"Anica,"

"Shhhh," he felt her breath whisper against his ear. "It's alright." And then he felt her leave which made him a little nervous. A few seconds later the bed dipped between his spread legs and he felt the whispered tickle of her hair upon his skin.

He could feel her crawling up the bed, hovering above him and shivered more from anticipation than the feel of her hair which he loved. "Promise me you'll never cut your hair short."

"I promise," She replied mere inches from his lips.

She smiled, biting her lower lip, and pulled her head back as he lifted his head, seeking her lips.

"Kiss me?" He whimpered.

"You have coffee breath," She replied trying to sound annoyed.

"I'll go brush my teeth,"

"No,"

He groaned, letting his head fall back to the pillows. "Are you enjoying this?" He asked with a hint of a smile.

"Nope, not at all."

His retort died upon his lips where her fingers hushed him. Anica felt her knees begin to turn to mush when he kissed them, licked them. Leaning closer, she kissed his chin. He tried to chase her and she played with him, kissing his cheeks, the tip of his nose. She even kissed the blindfold.

But she wanted to touch him and feel his sinewy muscles twitch beneath her fingers. She began at his hands, rubbing down his arms to his chest and back up again before she set her mouth to his torso. His appreciative moans turned to groans of pleasure, doing nothing but encourage and excite her.

Roy remembered her gentle touch, the way her fingers had slid over his skin. It used to plague his sleep while he'd been in the west and then again when she was missing. It was no different now than it had been before, always curious, always wanting, always wonderful.

But her mouth, those lips and that hot tongue. He remembered it when it was kind and curious along his neck. This warm wickedness now was something entirely different and far better than any other woman's he'd had in the past. It made his head swim and his member harder; the brush of that gorgeous satin nightgown only teasing him.

He gasped as she toyed with his nipples. He whimpered as she traveled down his torso to his abdomen, her hands getting lower and he wondered if she would be curious enough to let him in her mouth. She'd never done that before and he'd never asked. He'd wanted it sure, just like any other man who walked the earth, but he figured over time she'd do it on her own.

Then he felt her hand take hold of him and he cried out to her.

"What?" she asked, surprise in her voice and all touching, all kissing and mapping of his body with her tongue ceased. He almost wept like small child.

Roy shifted his hips, his cock desperately seeking her warm hand again. "Why'd you stop?!" he growled in frustration.

"You yelled at me. I thought I hurt you or did something wrong."

It was so simple it was maddening! She didn't like yelling but what the fuck did she expect when she was doing all sorts of fantastic things to him?! Most people liked to know they were doing a good… Fine, he'd try and control his voice, what ever she wanted just so long as she came back and touched him again.

Clearing his throat, Roy nodded. "Because it felt good, now do it again."

"Oh," he heard her mutter. He wondered what her expression was, probably that cute sort of analytical look she sometimes got. "Demanding aren't we?"

"Honey, sweetheart, love of my life would you please touch me?!" he begged, wriggling on the bed.

"Sure," she replied and he felt the tip of her finger briefly touch the tip of his cock. Oh how he hated her!

"Smoldering sex kitten?" he threw out.

"Okay I'm leaving." She replied with annoyance.

"Noooooo!" He cried. If she left him here, like this, tied up, hard as rock, and blindfolded, he'd…

"No?" She interrupted his thoughts. He felt her finger again and lifted his hips to chase it.

"Please," He whimpered. "More,"

"How much more?" she asked and her voice had lost the playfulness from before, taking on a hint of desire that made him burn with more need than he ever thought possible. "Tell me what you want."

He wet his lips and swallowed. "Take me in your hand, stroke me."

Anica's eyes fell to his reddening cock. Was it painful to be as aroused as he was? What would he taste like, like this, for that matter what did he taste like here anyway? How would his sac feel against her tongue? Time to find out.

She did as he asked, stroking gently, lightly, all the while watching his skin begin to glisten with sweat, his chest rise and fall with his gasps, and listened to his moans. His arms even pulled at their bonds and by god he was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen in her life and he was completely hers.

She smiled, scooting down the bed and touched his balls. He cried out again, turning his head to muffle the sound. At first she played with them, rolling them with her fingers, massaging them and let go of his member. He whimpered and whined and she basked in the sound of his voice.

Then Anica dipped her head down and licked his sac, letting her tongue curiously explore. The sound that came from him held surprise and pleasure and it was beautiful. But she decided to have a little mercy and her tongue found his hot member.

She licked the pre-cum from the tip, tasting it for the first time. She didn't really like it and knew there would be a lot more very soon. That was okay, eventually she'd get use to his taste and with that thought she took him into her mouth.

Roy let out a guttural moan, thanking god half a dozen times for this. Her mouth and tongue seared him alive and while as inexperienced as it could be, it was still doing something amazing. The knots held good, keeping him from burying his fingers in her hair as he dearly wanted too.

He all but screamed as he came but she didn't stop, he could feel her sucking and drinking him down her throat even as he rode out his pleasure. He felt her gag and felt bad but couldn't find his voice or the mental capacity to apologize.

Finally she pulled away and rubbed his chest soothingly. And finally her lips planted upon his. Roy kissed her as if this would be the last time he'd ever get the chance, damning the ties that held him still.

She reciprocated, kissing him with just as much passion and finally pulled the blindfold from his face. When he looked into her stormy eyes filled with enough lust kill a man, he lifted his hips to bump against her, his desire awakening.

"I want you." She whispered.

He nodded with a smile. "I can tell,"

"Arrogant poof." She muttered against his lips and moaned as he rubbed against her again.

He might have laughed had the circumstances been different, simply because he'd never been called a poof before nor heard it come from her mouth in such a way.

Anica reached up and let one of his hands free after fighting with the knot for several annoying moments and he watched as her hand controlled his path to her body and down. He had a good idea where she wanted him and gladly slipped his fingers between her legs inside the warm furnace that was her.

They groaned in unison, her beautiful eyes closing above him. "You're so wet," he breathed. "So hot," and he stroked her from the inside with his fingers. Then she did something he never would have expected nor seen anyone else do. Her fingers joined his from behind, slipping along up and down, coating him with her own juices.

But it wasn't the end of the surprises tonight for she then took her fingers away from his and licked them clean. It was so damned erotic he almost came from the sight. And he nearly came again when she forced his hand away and took his fingers into her mouth and sucked.

"Baby," His voice husky and low, "Ride me,"

He helped, pulling her up upon his hips a little more and guided her down, trembling for the first time in years as he was buried so deep.

The next surprise was her pace. It wasn't hard, fast, and wild as he thought it would be, but rather slow and she… she ground her hips into him. Dear god in heaven the immense pleasure written upon her face was breathtaking!

"Look… at… me," he panted as he felt her begin to tighten around him. He wanted to see her eyes when it happened.

Anica wet her lips and slowly opened her eyes. "Roy," she whimpered, moving a little faster. She couldn't take much more of this, she was going to snap. He thrust his hips up to meet her and she broke, crying out, losing herself in his intense inky eyes.

She didn't know how, probably help from him as she could feel his hand gripping her waist, she still rose and fell and came again, this time him with her. When she started to move, he held her still.

"No, just untie my hand." He panted.

Anica fought with this knot as she had with the other then collapsed atop him. His hands gently, soothingly rubbed her back while his lips, kissed her head.

"You alright?" He asked after awhile.

She nodded and he began to play with her hair.

"Thank you," Roy whispered.

"My nightgown is sticking to me." She muttered.

He laughed and lifted her chin with love and mischief in his eyes. "Then take it off."

She smiled and sat up with him still buried inside of her. The movement felt so good she paused to enjoy it then pulled the damp satin from her body, tossing it aside. "You're not tired are you?" she asked, letting her fingers tap against his stomach.

Roy shook his head as he admired her beautiful lithe frame. "Nope, what do you have in mind?"

Once again he was surprised as she undulated her hips and ground into him. "Mm, take me from behind." She leaned down and kissed him. "Hard,"

Roy perked a brow. "Hard?"

She nodded and began to ride him a little, making him hard again. Then she left him with a whimper and turned around to untie his feet. As soon as he was free, Roy attacked her and teased her with his fingers until she began to plead.

It was too hard to deny her breathy pleas so he drove into her and gave her what she wanted, hard, and fast, hearing things from her he'd never thought he'd ever hear.

When all was said and done they collapsed upon their bed, limbs entangled, panting, sweat coating their bodies, and exhausted.

"So," Roy said sleepily half an hour later, "what sparked this adventure?"

Anica rolled to face him, her finger tips trailing up and down his arm. She sighed like one very contented cat and shrugged. "I wanted to surprise you."

He turned upon his side and kissed her lips tenderly. "Count me very surprised."

"Are you hungry?" she asked softly.

"Yeah, but I'd rather stay here with you for awhile. In a little bit I'll get up and make us something." He replied, brushing her hair from her face.

Anica smiled, scooting closer to him, snuggling, and closed her eyes. "'K,' love you."

He couldn't help himself and kissed her again. "Love you too."

Sometime in the middle of the night, Roy awakened with a growling stomach and to low burning candles. Anica slept peacefully curled against his side. For a moment he simply watched her, reaching out to pull a few stray hairs from her mouth. Then he sat up carefully, looking for his underwear.

"Come back," Anica murmured sleepily behind him. Her fingertips trailed down his back slowly.

Roy turned with a smile and a hand to rub her shoulder. "I'm going to go make us something to eat. I won't be long. You can go back to sleep if you want."

Anica shook her head. "Don't leave me, I'm cold."

Roy looked around the room for her robe and went for it. When he had it, he returned to her, lifted her into a sitting position, and wrapped it around her. Then he lifted her from the bed and began to carry her down the hall to the stairs.

She must be really tired for she didn't put up a fuss, simply wrapped her arms about his neck.

When he arrived in the kitchen, he placed her in a chair and hurried to get a blanket from the living room. Wrapping it around her, he kissed her sleep head. "Better?"

She nodded with a yawn. "Thank you,"

"Eggs and bacon alright with you honey?"

"Bacon takes too long," She whispered, reaching for him.

"Eggs and toast then?" He asked, letting her pull him closer and smiled as she rested her head against him with a hug. He pet her soft black hair.

"Okay,"

As much as he loved this, having her cling to him, it worried him. "Sweetie, what's wrong?"

She lifted her head and smiled. "Nothing, I just missed you today."

"You sure?" He asked.

"Yep, quit fussing and make dinner so we can go back to bed."

Chuckling, Roy leaned down to kiss her head. "Alright,"

He had dinner made in ten minutes and they ate quickly, leaving the dishes for later. Then it was back to bed where Anica fell asleep quickly in his arms where she was supposed to be.