Written for FMA_60min prompt [RAIN]. Usual warning that it was written in an hour.
The rain streamed down like bullets as Riza angled her umbrella over her Colonel's head. "We're almost there," she whispered, looking around the street uneasily. The downpour was unexpected, and she feared a killer lie in wait. "Go!" she snapped, pushing Roy by the small of his back with her free hand, then moving it back to her waist, inches away from her holster. They rushed down the street, their feet splashing in puddles until the safehouse finally came into view.
Riza's heart pounded as she opened the door and searched the apartment, a dark figure lurking in her mind. "Clear," she boomed, beckoning Roy inside and locking the door behind him. She breathed a long sigh of relief as she sat down on the sofa.
"It's freezing in here," Roy said, shivering.
"Did your vast network of secret bank accounts fail to pay the power bill again?" Riza teased.
"I guess so," Roy replied. He walked over to the fireplace and started fiddling with some logs before snapping his fingers to ignite a feeble flame. "I suppose we'll have to heat the place the old-fashioned way."
As Roy walked, water dripped from his hair and coat and onto the floor.
"Colonel, you're wet," Riza whispered, "Let me dry you off."
Roy nodded. She pulled off his coat and hung it in the closet, then removed his scarf, letting her fingers brush against his neck as she unwound it, before wringing it onto the floor. Then she started on the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them one by one, then tugging on the cloth to untuck it from his waistband.
"You're drenched to the skin, sir," she said, running her hands up and down his chest, "And that's a problem." She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and moved her lips close to his ear. "We need your alchemy to be in top form." She touched her lips lightly to the skin below his ear and trailed kisses down his neck. His pants were next, and she raked her hand across the front a few times before unzipping them and pulling them to his ankles. He stepped out of them and she added them to the rest of his drying clothing.
"The underwear is the most important part," Riza insisted, pulling at the band, "You can get all sorts of nasty colds from wet knickers."
Roy smirked before leaning forward and kissing her on the shoulder. "Well, I wouldn't want to take a chance like that."
Riza walked to the bathroom and returned with an armful of fluffy white towels. She dried off Roy's hair, then wrapped the towel around her hand and used it to dry the rest of his body. She started with his neck, and then moved it down his torso, paying special attention to his inner thighs, lifting one leg up and stroking the area a few times with the towel before moving on. She switched to his back, drying it off, then laying kisses where the wetness had been. She pressed the towel against his rear with a bit more force than was required.
"There," she said, with a smile, "You should be back to peak performance."
Roy snapped his hands, emitting a small flame. "Perfect. Now I need to dry you off too, Lieutenant, or else you're going to drip all over me."
"That does seem prudent sir," Riza replied. He was much less methodical, pulling off her coat, shirt and skirt in short order, and hanging them over the arm of the couch to dry. He unhooked her bra, and added it to the pile, and then tugged on her underwear. "I can't let you catch a chill either," he whispered, "Or who would take care of me?"
He pulled her towards him and kissed her forcefully on the mouth, one arm snaking around her, pulling her in closer, and the other pushing the back of her head so he could kiss her more deeply. Water dripped from Riza's hair onto the floor. "One moment," he said, using a towel to pat her head, then running it across her body.
Roy sat on the sofa and gestured to Riza. "Come over here, and help me warm up," he said, "I think I'm still a bit damp."
"Well, we can't have that, sir," Riza said, and sat on his lap straddling him. Their lips met, and his arms tightened around her while she ground against him, pushing herself up and down with her thighs. His hands moved to her breasts and she let out a small sound, grasping onto his back. She moved quicker, feeling his erection growing, but then he placed one hand under her bottom and the other around her neck and stood up, lifting her.
He walked over to a fur rug in front of the fireplace, and gently laid Riza down on top of it. Kneeling between her legs, he slowly nibbled her inner thighs. Riza whimpered. Slowly, he brushed his hand across her slit, and inserted one finger. "You're still wet," he taunted.
"It's the rain," Riza insisted, and Roy chuckled. Pulling her legs apart, he sunk into her, groaning slightly. She gasped and whispered, "Please, Roy, give it to me, please." He quickened his pace in return. She came with the force of a thunderbolt, moaning and gripping Roy's back, as he hissed and writhed.
Roy rolled over onto his back and gently pulled Riza on top of him. "We should get caught in the rain more often," he whispered in her ear. "If it brings out this side of you."
"I don't know what you're talking about, sir," Riza replied, laying her head down on his chest and kissing him lightly, "I just want to keep you safe."