The Secret Occupation

"Now this needs to come off and so do those." Riza unbuttoned his shirt and told him to take his shoes off. She walked over to her tape player and put a tape in; Roy recognized it as the drumbeat and music from the performance. She motioned for him to stand off to the side and handed him a pair of the shackles she had. The music restarted and she sat on the floor; she beckoned him forward and he stood in front of her, then she raised her arms. He put the shackles around her wrists and helped her stand up, just like he had seen Havoc do. Riza circled around him, her hips shaking back and forth as she moved around him. On the tape the cymbals crashed and he remembered this was where the lights went out; Riza suddenly stopped moving and twisted out of the shackles, then put them on his wrists. She stood facing him for another moment before she turned around for her invisible audience and began spinning and twirling, her skirt flowing after her as fast as it could keep up. Riza motioned for him to unhook the shackles and toss them to the floor, but he had trouble getting them off. She smiled and did it for him, his hands lightly brushing against her bare chest. She picked up the chain that hung loosely around her waist and handed it to Roy, hoping he didn't see how bad she was blushing. She reset her mind on getting the movements right and continued to dance with him. She got to the point where she was supposed to try and get away from Roy, but decided to change things a little. His eyes were seeing a form of heaven he wasn't sure he was ready to see; Riza's body was perfectly shaped and perfectly lean… and perfectly his. 'At least until the music stops…' He thought to himself as she spun around and lifted her leg again; he grabbed it and held onto it like he remembered seeing. Riza pulled his other hand around her waist and set it on her back, lower than he had originally thought Havoc's hand was resting. She pulled him forward and he leaned towards her as she leaned backwards. He froze instantly; 'Wait I know what I'm supposed to do here… this isn't what we should be doing.' He thought to himself as she looked up at him. Their eyes met and he recognized the look in her eyes; it was passion, lust, desire; everything Roy was feeling he saw reflected in her eyes. He leaned his head down and trailed his lips from her chin down to the valley of soft skin between her breasts. He could hear her breathing become faster and her chest heaved up and down as she tried to catch her breath; he could feel the pounding of her heart through his lips on her chest. He kissed the soft skin several times as he pushed the skirt out of the way, letting his hand travel up her thigh; he heard her gasp and she looked up, her eyes dark and half closed. She moved her leg and he let it go; she put her arms around his neck and jumped up onto his waist, wrapping her legs around him. He put his hands on her waist just as she leaned in and kissed him; the world around them seemed to disappear as they shared a kiss they shouldn't share. Riza trailed her hand through his hair and he let his hands drown in her long golden locks; she broke away from his lips and gasped for air, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Lieutenant… what do I do now?" Roy's voice was barely a whisper.

"Down the hall, last door on the right. That's where this dance is going to end…tonight…" She kissed him again as he slowly moved towards her bedroom. The music on the tape player could still be heard from the room as he gently laid her on the bed, and then settled himself between her legs. He leaned forward and kissed her soft lips, then trailed them down her chest again, ending right between her breasts. He heard her inhale sharply as his lips traced the swollen nipple and then took it in his mouth. His hand slid under her and found her lower back, pulling her body up towards his; he entwined his other hand in her hair, then caressed her cheek before sliding down further and rubbing his thumb over the other nipple. Her body arched up further towards him, the soft whimpering and moaning coming from her lips could scarcely be heard as the music in the background became louder, drowning out any and all conscious logic either of them had.

Her hands were in his hair, the black tresses slipping easily through her fingers; her body relaxed and he held her up, pushing his own erection into the thin layers the skirt put between them. He looked up at her face; her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. He released her nipple and leaned up to kiss her lips again; the nagging in the back of his mind that this wasn't right was about to overcome him. He stopped and removed his hand from her back, shaking his head; Riza's eyes opened and she sat up as he stood and walked out of the room. Roy turned and looked at her; she could tell he was fighting an internal battle between his mind and his heart.

"Listen Roy; this dance has to end somehow. We've been flitting around something like this for years; what better way to find out if the dance is worth it? I know this is forbidden by the laws of our work, but doesn't it feel right by the heart in your chest?" Riza walked over to him and rested her warm hand against the flesh over his heart.

"But I know this is something we could regret. What if you become pregnant? How will we explain this?"

"There's no chance of that… I can't have children…" Her head dropped and the tears welled up in her eyes. "All I've ever wanted is you; ever since I met you in Ishval, I've only wanted to be with you. But the very thing that brought us together is the thing that keeps us apart; the military and its rules."

"I'm sorry Riza… I didn't know… about you not being able to have children…"

"It's something I have to live with… the injury that caused it was something I couldn't avoid." The tears fell from her face as he reached down and pulled her chin up towards him.

"How about I make it up to you… right here… right now?" He led her back to the bed and made her sit down.

"Mmmfffmfmfm…" Roy didn't even hear the last words out of her mouth as he kissed her again. The tears dried up instantly and she relaxed once again in his arms; he kissed down the side of her neck and on to her shoulder. Her breathing was calm until he began to suck on the nipple that hadn't gotten any attention earlier. He reached under her and unzipped the skirt before pulling it off; the only thing left between them was his pants and the shorts she wore under the costume. He spent several moments kissing down the rest of her chest and on her flat stomach, paying extra attention to the large scar that went across the whole width of her abdomen. He moved his hands from her body and placed them on either side of her as he kissed her lips again; she could tell he was giving her one last chance to stop him before they crossed the line. She reached down and unbuckled his pants, letting them hang loose at his waist; he tucked his fingers under her shorts and pulled them down as he moved away from her. He pulled his pants the rest of the way off and tossed them onto the chair as he settled down between her legs. She wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles, the anklets jingling with their every move. He looked one last time in her eyes as he wound one of his hands into her hair and let it rest on the back of her neck. He put his other hand on her lower back and pulled her into him as he slowly pushed himself into her warm, tight body.

His vision exploded with ecstasy as he pushed into her repeatedly; he could hear her quiet moans and the clicking of the beads around her neck as they moved back and forth with his movements. The sheets were slowly being pushed off the bed as she gripped at them with the last of her strength. He continued to press on inside her as she began to moan his name.

"Roy…Roy… Roy…"

He leaned forward and kissed her lips again, this time letting her wrap her arms around his neck as she rocked her hips against his. She kissed him open mouthed and he touched the tip of her tongue with his; her body arched upwards at his touch as he began to rub his hand over her heated skin. They could faintly hear the music in the background; Roy recognized it as the part where he would be putting the shackles on her. He leaned back a little and unhooked the chain from her waist; he caught her hands and wrapped it around her wrists.

"This is to make sure you don't 'kill' me as we dance…" He whispered in her ear. He lifted her bound arms and held them down on the bed above her, continuing to slide in and out of her body. She moaned as the cold metal dug into her flesh, sending chills down her spine.

"You don't have to worry about that… I would never kill my mate." She whispered back seductively, rocking her hips against his with more force. He could see the sweat droplets beginning to form on her brow; he wiped them away as he noticed her whole body shone with sweat. He released her waist and let her lie on the bed without him holding her up; he leaned down and kissed the skin between her breasts before swirling his tongue around one of her nipples again. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to his climax; but he couldn't tell if she was too. He leaned his forehead against hers and looked down into her closed eyes; he kissed each eyelid before he noticed she was still biting her lip. Inwardly he smiled at her attempts to stay quiet; he knew just how to make her stop doing that.

"Riza; stop holding yourself back. You've never held back before, what makes this any different? I want to feel you move with me until you can't move any longer; I want to feel every inch of your skin until I know your body like the back of my hand; I want to feel you scream until your voice can't make anymore sounds. Don't hold back any longer; let me feel every ounce of your strength in these last few moments…" He whispered into her neck as her body tightened around him. His hand on the chain above her head had slowly lost its grip; she jerked her hands and they came free. She pulled the metal off her wrists and gripped his shoulders as he continued to push into her. He leaned down and kissed her lips again; she pulled his upper body towards hers, forcing his lips into hers with the last of her strength. His hands found her waist and pulled her towards him with hunger, hunger he never thought he could satisfy. Roy's lips found a soft spot on her neck and he kissed and licked it, sending her body into an upward spiral of pleasure. He heard her inhale right before she screamed, her body convulsing under his. The sound of Riza's voice, pure and unmasked filling his ears sent him over the edge; his body took over and spilled inside her, his moans and grunts accompanying her piercing screams. He could feel her body tense and relax under his; their skin was slippery and wet from their sweat. She panted under him, his arms holding him far enough off her so he wouldn't crush her as they waited for the euphoria to wear off. He pulled himself off her and laid down on the bed to her right; she snuggled into his heaving chest and kissed his lips. No words were needed; they knew how each other felt and words would just ruin the moment. He wiped some of her sweat-drenched hair out of her eyes and wrapped his finger around one of the golden locks.

The light from the street lamp outside filtered through the blinds and spread finger-like beams of light on the naked and sated bodies of Roy and Riza.

"I might need to leave soon… someone might come to ask what all the screaming was about…" He smirked at her and she lightly smacked him across the face.

"No; just stay the night with me here. If we're going to get caught, I want to make sure I've had a whole night in your arms. Everything we've done tonight is something we can get decommissioned for; at least it'll be worth it if we do."

"Don't talk like that Riza; no one is going to catch us. I'll leave at five o'clock in the morning; no one will see me leave." He pulled her tired body closer to his and she laid her head on his chest; they fell asleep together, the colonel and his lieutenant. The forbidden acts they had done that night reminded them they wouldn't be able to do this every night like a normal couple; it would have to be a special occasion, or a private viewing of her next performance…

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