Originally Published: July 5, 2021
Last Edited: September 9, 2022
A/N: As always, thank you for reading!
Chapter 23
Longing
Monday, September 30, 1918
Riza clutched her stack of finished paperwork to her chest as she walked down the hall at Headquarters, hair tickling the back of her neck as it swayed with each step. Hayate followed at her heel, tail wagging happily as he watched their passer-bys with vigilant eyes. The morning buzz of people filled the hall, some faces bright and alert, others fighting sleepy yawns.
Rebecca walked beside her, definitely more on the sleepy side. She'd complained when Riza had roused her earlier than she'd liked, insisting that 'Mustang can wait!'.
Pausing outside of the elevator, Riza hit the call button, grateful when it opened instantly. They stepped in and the door closed as Rebecca pressed the button for the third floor. "You know most people like to sleep in, right?" she grumbled, glancing at Riza. "Mustang probably slept in too."
"I just had an unexpected long weekend. I have work to catch up on," Riza protested as the elevator began to shamble upward.
Rebecca raised an eyebrow at her, her expression flat. "Right. So much work to catch up on," she drawled, bending forward and flicking the bottom of Riza's paperwork stack. "Don't lie, this is entirely about seeing Mustang again."
Sighing, Riza stared at the door sullenly. "I hardly slept last night. I'm worried about him and Chris. I just need to know he's alright."
"He's probably not even here yet. He's usually ten to fifteen minutes late anyway."
"Well, I'll be here," Riza countered as the elevator stopped, the door sliding open. She exited, her steps quick as she crossed the hall.
They entered the office to find Maria and Jean already there. Maria was pouring herself a cup of coffee, smiling softly to herself. Jean sat in his chair, stifling a yawn behind his fist, eyes flickering towards them as they entered.
Jean gave a distorted smile towards Rebecca before finishing his yawn. "Morning Major. Morning Catalina."
Riza glanced at the clock on the wall, raising an eyebrow at the time. "You're here early, Havoc."
"Yeah?" he shrugged as Rebecca moved over to her desk, shooting him her own smile.
"I only comment because you're usually late," Riza pointed out, moving to the out box and adding her completed paperwork to the pile.
"I'm not the only one," he pointed out, a sly smirk playing on his lips.
"Ross is usually early. Good morning, Maria," she added.
"Morning," she replied, a lively light to her navy eyes.
Riza moved over to her desk, pausing as she saw Roy's door open a crack, the light on inside. "Right, of course," Jean lilted, watching her reaction as he grabbed his pen and clicked the end. "Very punctual."
"I'm only punctual because Riza's a slave driver," Rebecca murmured to Maria as she moved to her own desk.
"Get your own car?" Ross suggested, a tinkle to her voice.
"Alright, what's made you so happy?" Rebecca accused, expression suspicious. "Did you get some attention over the weekend?"
"From an unexpected acquaintance," Maria conceded, a secretive smile on her lips.
Riza's attention was divided between the cracked door and the conversation as she moved the stack from her in box to her desk. The pull to go into Roy's office was a strong one, but she didn't have a reason. If she could come up with one…
"Ooo! Who? Do I know him?"
"Not him, but I believe you know of her," Maria answered cryptically.
"Oh, that's right! I forgot. Sorry," Rebecca rushed.
"No problem. My last three relationships have been with men, so I'm not surprised when people forget," she shrugged as she took a sip of her coffee.
Coffee. "Excuse me, but do you know if the General has gotten a coffee this morning?" Riza softly interrupted, glancing back at them. Jean snorted into his elbow, the sound possibly passing for a sneeze, but she suspected it wasn't.
"The pot was full when I got some," Maria answered, shifting to some of her paperwork. "Sheska must be around somewhere, because I didn't make it."
"Thank you," Riza offered, relief washing over her. She smoothly moved over to the coffee, grabbing a pair of mugs.
"So, who is she?" Rebecca asked, a playfulness to her voice.
"I don't think I should answer that quite yet. See, she's still trying to get over her last relationship and I don't want to push any lines until she's ready," Maria answered more cautiously.
"Mmm, I can respect that. Well, I hope it works out for you, Maria," Rebecca offered.
"Thanks. Oh, and don't tell Brosh. Last time I was in a relationship he moped for a month."
Rebecca giggled, "I remember. It's not like he can date you anyway!"
"You're one to talk," Riza whispered to the coffee, stirring the two cups, Roy's drink a darker brown and hers heavy on the cream and sugar.
"Good morning!" Fuery chirped as he entered. Hayate spun at her feet, yipping in greeting to his best friend.
"Go ahead," Riza released, setting the stir spoon aside. With her permission, Hayate padded over towards Kain as she took the two coffees, moving to Roy's office. Balancing both mugs in one hand, she rapped on his door.
"Come in, Major," he answered instantly. His familiar timber made her stomach bubble excitedly, heat rushing through her veins as her heartbeat quickened.
Pushing the door open with her foot, she softly closed it behind her before glancing towards his desk. He was already standing up, discarding his glasses on his paperwork as he swiftly moved to her. A warm smile brightened his freshly shaven face. She carefully moved a cup to her free hand so as to not spill.
"Good morning, my Love," he greeted, taking both of her elbows and supporting her arms as he ducked in, brushing an innocent kiss on her lips. The kiss still tingled like electricity and she eagerly returned his affection, humming softly. He pulled back, meeting her gaze as his thumbs rubbed her elbows lightly.
"Good morning to you too. You're not only early, but energetic," she noted, passing his coffee over to him.
With his free hand, he pulled her with him over to a couch. Setting his coffee on the table, he guided her onto his lap. She laughed softly as she settled, one of his hands rubbing her thigh warmly.
"I had some good dreams last night. All of them about you," he provided, a twinkle in his eyes.
"Oh? So next time you're having trouble getting some rest, I just need to leave you alone for a night or two?" She lifted her coffee, taking a sip.
His expression darkened, his grip tightening on her slightly. "Your pillow made a poor snuggle replacement. I would much prefer to have you."
She paused, reading his dark eyes intently. Setting her coffee aside on the table, she twisted towards him, wrapping her arms over his shoulders and toying with his soft hair. "At least you had something of mine, though I guess I had Hayate to snuggle. I'm glad you got some rest," she murmured. "How's Chris adjusting?"
"Well," he breathed, his gaze flickering to her lips. "She kicked me out early."
"Kicked you out? But it's your house."
"Which she's commandeered! I think she just did it so I could see you sooner," he added, leaning in.
She curled her fingers into the back of his uniform, inhaling shallowly as their lips brushed. Heat flooded her limbs as she pressed deeper into the kiss, moaning warmly as she slipped her tongue into his mouth. He met her, his hands sliding up to her waist as their mouths danced, her clothes already growing uncomfortably hot.
She lost herself in him, his hands softly exploring her torso and breasts, her own fingers admiring his taut muscles and digging into his hair. It had only been a few hours since they'd last seen each other, but it felt like years. Her body ached with emotional pain as she held fast to him, not wanting to be separated yet again.
He broke the kiss, gasping for breath against her skin. He pressed his forehead against hers, rubbing her back warmly. "Sorry. I need to stop," he whispered, squeezing her close.
She nodded, licking the extra saliva from her lips as she slid her hands to his pectorals, her own breath heavy. "Right. We got a little carried away."
Clearing his throat, he leaned back, looking her up and down. "I wouldn't mind if this was our morning tradition for the next two weeks." He gave her a cheeky grin, drawing a light laugh from her.
"You and I both know it will just make the rest of the day harder," she cautioned, slipping off of his lap and standing up.
He gave another attempt at clearing his throat, shifting on the couch. "Right. Well, I shouldn't keep you longer. Thank you for the coffee, Major."
She leaned over to pick up her cup before eyeing him. He shifted awkwardly, tugging at his pants before leaning forward for his own coffee. She moved a hand to brush at his fringe, drawing his onyx eyes back to her. Humming, she traced down to his jaw, following the smooth line absently.
"I didn't notice the shave," she commented. "Well, I did, but not while we were…"
He smirked, snatching her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "I'll grow it out on the weekends, then," he promised.
"Do what you want, Sir. I'll adjust," she shrugged, gently pulling free and moving towards the door.
"Ri," he called softly, drawing her to a stop, hand on the doorknob.
Looking back, she prompted, "Yes, Sir?"
He visibly chewed on his words, trying to decide what to say. Inhaling heavily, he tried, "Thanks for the coffee."
She chuckled softly, "You already said that, Sir."
"Well, I meant to say 'I love you' but I wasn't sure if that was allowed," he replied teasingly, tilting his head with a smirk.
A warm smile found her. "I love you too."
Instantly, the light in his eyes brightened, his smirk widening into a goofy grin. It reminded her of a kid who'd just won some candy. Smirking herself, she had to consciously clear her expression before stepping out.
Tuesday, October 1, 1918
Sweat made his shirt cling to his skin as he pushed his way inside the gym's metal double doors. He softly shook his head at the memory of the cadets who'd also been running around campus, acting startled or surprised when they'd recognized him running too. Inside the Officer's gym, at least the men would be more schooled to recognize that yes, even Generals exercise.
Reaching into his pockets, he pulled out some strips of cloth to act as hand wraps, his feet carrying him along the perimeter of the room, scanning over the other occupants and available equipment. There were about a dozen men scattered around, no female officers in sight. The only face he really recognized was Breda, reading the morning edition while he absently picked out a set of dumbbells.
Deciding not to bother him, Roy moved over to the bar in the corner of the room. He tucked the loose ends of his hand wraps into place, hovering over the bucket of chalk. He pulled his shirt off, the draft instantly cooling his damp skin. Tossing his shirt to the side, he dipped a hand into the chalk bucket, slapping his palms together absently as he stared up at the bar. Debating for a moment, he decided to go with a chin up, widening his stance before leaping for the bar. He latched on with both hands, crossing his ankles as his muscles strained.
He was admittedly out of practice, his regular visits to the gym having taken a backseat to allow for more time with Riza. He had to be more strict with himself in the future. Not that she'd said anything about it, but he'd caught her ogling his figure on more than one occasion. Not that she was with him because of his body, but he liked her awed stares, admiring touches, and the way he could physically dominate her while making love.
The thought had images of doing just that floating through his mind. Her smaller frame under him as he pounded into her, her pretty blush, parted lips, and bright, hazel eyes begging for more.
He exhaled in a huff, fighting the aroused heat in his blood as he tried turning his focus to what he was doing, shifting his grip. Pulling himself up, the familiar strain returned to his arms, back, and abdomen, accompanying the effort. He silently counted through reps, raising his chin above the bar before evenly lowering himself back down.
A new movement reached his peripheral as sweat began condensing across his bare torso and forehead again. Not wanting to lose his concentration, he kept his eyes forward, but the movement focused into a figure, drawing closer. Roy glanced over, instantly recognizing Armstrong's height and muscular build.
"Fuck," he grunted, mind panicking slightly. He always felt- inadequate when he was shirtless and working out around Armstrong. His arms instantly began betraying him, shaking as he reached his peak one last time. Lowering himself down, he released the bar and thumped back down to the ground. Panting, he massaged his palms as he turned towards Alex. "Colonel," he greeted, nodding to him.
"General Mustang," Alex returned, "Good form, but you seemed to be struggling."
Trying to shove aside his embarrassment, he conceded, "I've been slacking since we got back from Ishval. I just have to build back up again."
Alex gestured towards the bar, and Roy quickly stepped out of the way, stretching his wrists as fatigue threatened his muscles already. Alex stepped up in his place, dusting his palms with chalk. He could reach the bar without jumping, securing one hand on the metal before pulling his hulk up with ease.
"I know you've declined before, but my offer is still on the table," Armstrong reminded casually, making the one arm pull up look easy.
"No, Alex. I'm satisfied with my current results. I don't need to put on more muscle with your training program," Roy dismissed. He'd imagined it before, bulking up as large as Armstrong didn't quite look right in his mind's eye when combined with his own height and face. There was also the fact that he was well cut as he was. Military training had vastly improved his physique and he was comfortable with his current build.
"It's not my program. It's the Armstrong Family program that's been handed down the Armstrong family for generations!" Alex declared energetically.
"A tradition that should probably be kept in the family. No need to tarnish it with Mustang blood."
"Ho, but you're the current heir to the Armstrong family!" Alex exclaimed, switching arms on the bar with a ridiculous amount of ease.
Roy paused, staring at him. "Please tell me Olivier didn't go through with that."
"But she did," Alex had a menacing gleam to his eyes, his reps coming faster. "Olivier has never been one for tradition and now she has bequeathed our heritage to you."
"Alex," Roy started, lifting his hands placatingly. "If I ever inherit, I will hand the household immediately over to you. If you're gone, it will go to one of your sisters. You have my word."
"Olivier wouldn't like that," Alex determined, lowering his feet back to the ground, letting the bar go.
"Then perhaps you could challenge me the way she challenged you? If you beat me in combat, she couldn't be against it."
Alex chuckled with that, stepping over and thumping Roy's shoulder with a beefy hand. "A lesser man would be afraid to offer such a challenge. A lesser man would also be ecstatic about the easy inheritance."
"Money has never been my agenda. Besides, once Elizabeth and I get married, I'll be in line for the Grumman estate," Roy shrugged. "I might already be," he added, frowning slightly.
Alex's eyes widened, placing both of his hands on Roy's shoulders. Roy faltered, Alex's intense gaze and massive form almost threatening his smaller physique. "General Mustang," Alex began, "Due to the circumstances in which I found out, I felt it was inappropriate to offer my congratulations on your recent development with Maj… Elizabeth," he corrected. "So, I must offer it now. I have long thought you two would make an excellent couple under different circumstances. I will, of course, protect your privacy with my life."
Roy hesitated, lifting a hand to pat Alex's forearm appreciatively. "Thanks, Colonel," he smiled awkwardly, hoping no one was nearby.
"I'll also have you know I am certified to officiate marriage ceremonies. I would be honored if you considered me for such a service."
Roy blinked. "Oh… Well, we haven't thought that far ahead. I- I mean, we can't legally…"
"Of course not."
"And Grumman might want to…"
"I completely understand."
"I'll make sure she knows that you offered, and we'll surely consider…"
"That's all I can ask."
Clearing his throat, Roy nodded sharply, processing his jumbled thoughts more clearly. "It's hard to make actual plans in our situation, Colonel. I personally would be glad to have you officiate, but the Fuhrer might insist on that honor himself. We'll see when we reach that point."
Or they just might secretly elope as Chris had suggested.
"Whatever happens, it is sure to be a joyous occasion!" Alex pulled back, a bright smile under his mustache. "Now I must let such happy thoughts fuel my workout. Come, General!"
"Wait, I…" It was no use. Armstrong was already dragging him towards the dumb bells, and likely sore muscles for a week.
Wednesday, October 2, 1918
Coming back from the cafeteria with Roy's and her own food on a tray, Riza was surprised to find Brosh back in the office before her, his green eyes wide and desperate.
"Major Hawkeye!" he rushed, approaching her.
"Yes, Warrant Officer?" she answered briskly, pausing to speak with him.
"So, you remember that surprise party you agreed to for the General?" his voice dipped to a whisper, his gaze shifting back to the General's office. "I have the stuff ready, but I was expecting to have the Staff Office available during lunch so I could set up with Ross, Breda, and Fuery's help. But- the General never left."
"You know he's trying to catch up on paperwork without cutting into his time at home with his aunt," she pointed out, noticing a distinct lack of Ross, Breda, or Fuery about.
"I know," Brosh rushed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, "But I was hoping I could impose on you. Major, could you distract the General? Get him out for about half an hour?"
'Distract the General' had her mind instantly jumping to more sensual ideas, though Brosh shouldn't know anything about that. Her grip tightened on the tray with the memory of Roy's warm breath on her ear, his muscles flexing as he slowly thrust into her. Arousal instantly began pooling in her underwear as she had to fight to keep her face straight, not certain if she was blushing or not.
"Does it have to be out of his office? It'd be easier to distract him inside."
"I mean, I don't want him to hear anything and question what's going on," Brosh provided. "I was going to move some desks around."
Riza glanced down at Hayate, watching her with perked up ears. "I'll get him out," she finally seceded.
"Thank you, Major! I'm going to go tell the others we're good to set up," he rushed, slipping past her and out the door.
Exhaling softly, she moved to Roy's door, balancing the tray in one hand before knocking. "Come in, Major," he called, his summon familiar.
She opened the door, poking her head in. He was standing with his back to her, leaning a shoulder on the window frame as he looked out. "Sir?"
"It's nothing," he dismissed, pulling away and drifting towards his desk. "I'm just feeling a bit cooped up. I'll get past it."
"Sir, perhaps you should take a break," she prompted, Brosh's hope riding on the tails of her waist cape.
He sighed, picking up his glasses. "Thank you for the suggestion, but I really shouldn't."
Damn stubborn man. Four years ago he would have jumped at the opportunity. Rolling her eyes, she glanced back to make sure they were alone. "Roy," she pleaded softly, looking back at him. He froze halfway through pulling out his chair, watching her with a perplexed crinkle to his brow. "Come with me. There's only so many good weather days left this year, and you really do deserve a break."
He still hesitated, chewing the inside of his cheek in thought. "With you?" he checked, eyebrow raising in question. "Wouldn't that be safer here?"
Yes, but that wasn't the point. Huffing, she turned on him, "Whatever. Come on, Hayate," she ordered, leaving his doorway. One, two, three steps, and she could hear his scramble in the office behind her.
She resisted a smirk as he latched his door shut, catching up to her before she exited the Staff Office. He slipped his hands into his pockets, strolling beside her. "Exactly where are we going, Major?" he asked lightly.
"Outside, Sir. You did seem overly interested in your window."
He hummed absently in reply as they waited for the elevator to shamble its way up to them. The door opened with a soft ding, empty inside. Entering, Riza reached for the first floor button, Roy catching her hand.
"Reez, where are we going?"
She met his gaze steadily, an apprehensive excitement behind his eyes. "I don't know, Roy. Anywhere, really. You just need a break."
"I want you."
As simple as the words were, it had her heart racing instantly, heat coursing through her veins and fresh arousal making her panties begin to soak. "I…"
The elevator jerked, beginning to descend. They broke apart, Riza hitting the first floor button just in case. "My car?" he proposed.
"Windows."
"The bushes down by the warehouses?"
"That doesn't sound very comfortable."
"Lets run home. We'll be back within the hour."
"Who's with Chris today?"
"…Bethany."
"Roy…"
"The showers."
"Sir," she protested as the elevator stopped, opening onto the first floor. Sheska and Fuery were outside, cardboard boxes in their arms.
"Oh! General Mustang!" Sheska squeaked, both of their glasses magnifying their wide eyes.
"Excuse us," Roy nodded absently, leading the way out of the elevator.
"Hayate, stay with Fuery," she ordered quickly, rushing to keep up with Roy, her boots thudding on the floor loudly. Hayate yipped in acknowledgement as her attention left him, focused on the General again.
His steps quickly carried them down the hall towards the communal bathroom off of the gymnasium. It took a lot of her willpower not to bite her lower lip in anxiety, her heart thrumming in her chest.
The real problem wasn't that he wanted to do this in a public place. No, it was she couldn't bring herself to put her foot down and say no. She wanted him too, and the distance between them the last few days had her desperate for a chance to feel him intimately.
Reaching the door, Roy pushed it open, only for them to immediately be met with the sound of running water. A muscle in his cheek spasmed as he instantly pulled away, continuing down the hallway.
"Sir," she tried.
He ducked to the other side of the hall, pushing open a door at random. The light was off, and he stepped inside, holding the door open for her. She didn't hesitate to follow, the light streaming in from the closed blinds gave illumination to a classroom of sorts with rows of desks.
The air was dusty, giving an unused scent to the space as Roy closed the door with a snap. "Fuck," he hissed and she turned to see there wasn't a lock. Roy quickly clapped his hands together, indiscernibly transmuting the door knob.
"General," she tried again, setting their food aside on a desk. He moved to the door at the back of the classroom, opening it to find a broom closet.
The tension in his shoulder finally melted as he closed the door dismissively, turning back to her. "Riza," he whispered, rushing over to her and lifting her by her hips. She clung to his arms as he spun her once before lowering her to the floor again, his smile warm as he moved to brush her cheek.
"This is reckless," she murmured, stepping flush with him despite that and wrapping her arms behind his shoulders. His erection pressed against her pelvis with the new position, sending excited tingles through her limbs. "I really was just thinking about eating outside."
"Of course you were," he teased, his hand slipping between them, rubbing against her core over her pants. "That completely explains the desire in your eyes."
Inhaling sharply, she held his gaze challengingly. "My eyes? You're the one who…"
"Shh," he urged softly, his forehead bumping hers as he moved to her belt, loosening it quickly. "Can I have you, Love? I know this isn't an ideal place, but…"
"Shut up," she interrupted as she grabbed his collar, pulling him into a deep kiss. He moaned against her mouth as their tongues rubbed deliciously, her breath quickening and growing shallow.
The sound of their excited make out echoed in the empty classroom. His hand slipped into her panties and caressed her soaked womanhood. She broke from his lips, crying out softly with the elation his touch brought.
"God, Roy, I want you!" she whimpered, tugging at his jerkin.
"Shh, we don't know how thick the walls are," he whispered, capturing her mouth again.
She moaned against him, loosening the clasps of his jerkin as his fingers rubbed her faster, toying with her entrance. An ache came from inside her, begging for him as he pushed her suddenly against a desk, the legs groaning against the floor as it moved.
Breaking apart, he pulled from her area, tugging her pants down hastily, leaving her panties in place. "Take your shirt off, Major," he ordered swiftly, kneeling before her and tugging at her boots and socks.
"Yes, Sir," she replied, perching on the edge of the desk as she quickly tugged off her jerkin and shoulder holster. As she moved to pull off her turtleneck, his mouth moved between her legs, nipping sharply at the inside of her thigh.
"Can I leave a mark?" he growled looking up at her with hungry eyes.
Excitement rushed through her, her neck prickling with the memory of his last hickeys. She nodded quickly, quivering as he softly began licking her inner thigh, kissing and nipping her skin teasingly. He finally chose a spot, his teeth digging into her skin gently as he began sucking.
With his mouth busy, he reached up, tugging at her shirt in silent prodding. Blinking in surprise, she offered a quick, "Yes, Sir," before pulling it off over her head.
He hummed warmly, sucking her harder before letting her skin go with a wet pop. He checked out the red flesh with a pleased light to his eyes. Looking up and eyeing her bra, he murmured, "Good girl," ducking between her thighs again.
She frowned at that, reaching down and smacking his forehead with the palm of her hand. "No," she snipped as he blinked, pulling back and staring up at her. "I'm not your dog, don't talk to me like I am."
Chagrined, he dipped between her legs again, his tongue pulling across the fabric covering her area. A shiver ran up and down her spine instantly, his apologetic eyes wide and dark, making her heart race faster.
"Roy," she gasped, spasming as she gripped the edges of the desk.
"Of course not, my Queen," he placated, his voice still that sexy growl at the back of his throat. The sound made her skin goose, her head tossing back as she moaned. His nose brushed across her pelvis, his mouth kissing her waist band before his teeth tugged at the fabric.
She whimpered, lifting her hips as his hands slid under her bum, pulling the fabric down. His mouth moved to her folds, instantly sliding his tongue across her and making her squirm.
"Oh- R-Roy, I…" she cut off as a rumble of footsteps and talking voices reached them from outside, growing as it drew closer.
Roy paused between her legs, glancing back as his shoulders clearly tensed. "They're not coming here. It's an unused room," he whispered, hands squeezing her calves, eyes glued to the door.
She shivered, heart racing as she waited for the group to pass. After what felt like an eternity, the rumble grew more distant, growing quieter and leaving them be.
Roy relaxed between her legs, turning back and looking up at her. "Do you want to keep going?"
She inhaled slowly, the room around them heavy with dust and a muggy heat she hadn't acknowledged before. The desk beneath her was terribly uncomfortable and the floor he knelt on was hard, polished concrete. Even the walls were a rough looking brick.
Grimacing, she softly shook her head. Her body groaned, her entrance aching in protest. "I want to, but- here?"
He glanced around, grimacing himself. "I see your point. I'm sorry, love. I was a bit desperate when I picked here."
"So was I," she whispered, running her fingers through his ebony locks. Groaning, she tossed her hair, staring up at the ceiling. "Oh, Roy, what are we going to do?"
"There's couches in my office," he teased, rubbing her calves warmly before picking up her panties, pulling them back on.
She looked back down, glancing at the fabric to find only clear liquid had soaked the light blue cotton. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to ignore the problem.
"Maybe another time. I think we'll be a bit occupied when we go back upstairs."
He hummed absently, moving back and grabbing her socks. She stood up, pulling her panties up the rest of the way. Glancing over him, she scowled slightly as she realized she'd only loosened his uniform jerkin and rumpled his shirt.
"I am disproportionately undressed compared to you," she pointed out, accepting her clothes from him as she dressed herself.
He smirked, "I moved faster, Major. Catch up."
"You had me take off my shirt," she pointed out.
"You could have ordered the same, my Queen."
"Shut up, Sir."
Rebecca was curled up on the other end of the couch, Hayate at her feet, watching her eat leftover cake from the party. "You can't have any, boy," she apologized. "Red velvet is just dyed chocolate. And you know better than to eat chocolate."
He whined, tilting his head to one side. Rebecca sighed, eyeing him before she scooped up some white frosting on her finger, smearing it on Hayate's nose.
Riza laughed as he perked up, trying to lick the frosting from his nose. "Rebecca! You're spoiling him!"
"Well, after he chose Mustang over me, I have to win him back. Does mean, old Mustang give you frosting? No he doesn't."
Hayate barked as if in agreement. Riza laughed again, absently rubbing her silky pajamas over the tender skin on her thigh. She smiled with the reminder of the hickey, a warmth growing in her chest.
"Hey, Reez, would you mind if Jean came over tomorrow?" Rebecca chirped.
"Is he staying overnight?" Riza asked, turning back to her own slice of cake.
"Mmm, will you say no if he does?"
Riza chuckled, "I just don't exactly want to hear your 'sexcapades'. If I can hear too much, I won't agree in the future."
"You're not going to keep an ear to the door, are you?" Rebecca challenged, pointing her fork at Riza accusingly.
Riza scoffed, "No. I'll most likely hide in my room, thank you very much."
"Alright. We should be fine then. So, can he come over?"
"Sure," Riza shrugged as the phone rang, warbling on its cradle.
Rebecca tossed her head back, reaching for the phone over the armrest she leaned against. She picked it up, holding it between her ear and shoulder. "Rebecca Catalina here," she answered, taking another scoop of cake on her fork. "Mmm? I'm not sure who Elizabeth is," her eyes flashed to Riza, a playful smirk on her lips. Riza sat up, alert. "James, you say? I don't know a James either," Rebecca winked, a shit eating grin spreading across her face.
"Becca," Riza hissed, hastily setting her cake aside and rounding the back of the couch, holding her hand out for the phone.
"… Damn it, Catalina. Can I just talk to her?" she could hear faintly from the phone.
Rebecca hummed, clearly amused as she passed the phone over. "Oh, looks like someone wants to talk to you," she said lightly, turning her attention back to Hayate.
Riza lifted the phone to her ear, body tingling in anticipation. "Hello," she offered, turning her back on Rebecca and leaning against the couch.
"Hello, Elizabeth," his voice was warm, dropping to a more comfortable tone. "I've missed you."
A smile tugged at her lips, her heart quickening. "James, it's good to hear from you. Forgive Rebecca, she's had too much cake today."
"Hey!" Rebecca protested.
Roy chuckled, "Can I talk with you in private? Is there another phone?"
She straightened, ducking to look at the phone cable connected to the wall. It would reach to her door, but not into her room, "Rebecca, is there another phone line in my room?"
Rebecca hummed, sucking on her fork. "I think so. You're welcome to move it in there. As long as you bring it back out when you're done."
"Can I call you back, James?" Riza asked.
"Ah, that's not the best idea. Momma Bear is snoozing right now. I'll call you back. Is five minutes long enough?"
"It should be."
"Alright, I'll talk to you soon," he promised.
"Right," she smiled, hanging up.
"Ooo, private call with James. I think I know what's going on," Rebecca teased. "Hayate, you get to stay with me. 'Kay."
Rolling her eyes, Riza quickly disconnected the cable from the wall. "I don't know what you're talking about," Riza informed, standing up and collecting the phone in her arms.
Rebecca peeled a wicked laugh, tossing her curly head back. "Oh, you will! Come on, boy. Let's give them some privacy in my room," she urged, standing up and moving to her door. Hayate followed instantly, a happy smile on his face.
Shaking her head, Riza moved to her room, quickly scanning the bottom half of the walls for the phone line. It was tucked between the bed and the door to the bathroom. She frowned, carefully placing the phone on the floor, plugging the line back in. She would have preferred to have it on a desk or dresser, but it was just one phone call. It should be fine.
She moved back, closing her door gently and turning the lights on. They flickered slightly, a yellow hum coloring the room.
She returned to her bed, sitting on the edge and waiting impatiently. She stared at the alarm clock on the dresser under the window, softly chewing on her lower lip as she watched the second hand rotate. She wasn't sure when exactly he'd called, but she watched anyway, anxiously waiting.
When the phone finally rang, she jumped, skin prickling as she bent down to pick it up. Lifting it to her ear, she answered, "Hello?"
"Elizabeth?"
"R- James," she confirmed, her free hand rubbing her knee eagerly.
"Are you comfortable?" he prompted, his voice holding a sultry hint.
Her brain began cranking around that tone, questions popping into her head as she frowned slightly. "I'm sitting on the side of my bed. Why?"
He hummed warmly, "Well, since we can't be together tonight and our rendezvous this afternoon was interrupted, I'd like to try something with you," his voice dipped, growing more heated.
Her legs twitched, squeezing together as arousal leaked from her core. "Sir…?"
"Are you interested?"
Heart racing, she glanced at the door, mind trying to catch up. "I…" Rebecca. That witch! She'd known!
"I'm in our bed, Elizabeth. I brought my phone upstairs for this. I'm wearing my plaid flannels, no shirt. The lamp on your nightstand is on."
She could picture it, the phone to his ear as he leaned back on the pillows. His washboard abs and scar would be illuminated by the warm, golden light, that taunting v plunging below his low waistband.
Her breath hitched, more liquid soaking her panties for a second time that day.
"What are you wearing, Àirén?" he coaxed, voice titillating.
"My pajamas," she answered, scooting back further on the bed, laying down with her head on the thin pillow, her free fingers toying with her row of buttons. "I just laid down."
"I can lead, Love. I know this might be awkward for you," he offered, tone gentle.
She nodded, quickly realizing he couldn't see her. "Alright. That'll help." A thought suddenly hit her, making her scowl. "Wait, have you done this with other women too?" she demanded.
"No! No. I… No I haven't," he rushed, verbally relaxing as he replied.
She relaxed too, trusting his sincerity. "Alright. Go ahead, Sir."
"Elizabeth, you sound like you're talking with your boss," he teased, "Relax. It's just me."
She smiled weakly, staring up at the ceiling. "I might call you the wrong name," she admitted, very aware of how thoughtlessly his name escaped her lips while they made love.
"Hmm, you have a thing for your boss, don't you. Should I be worried?"
"No," she smirked. "Unless you're the jealous type."
"I think I am. Major, unbutton your shirt for me. Slowly."
She inhaled with the command, heart racing as she reached up, fighting her oversized buttons loose. "Sir," she murmured.
"Are you wearing a bra?"
"No," she whispered, pulling her shirt open, exposing her nipples. The image of him laying back in bed found her mind, her hands trembling as she imagined a tent in his pants. "Can I…"
"Hmm?"
She paused, chewing her lower lip. "I don't know what I'm doing, Roy."
"It's okay. I- I'm new to this too. Just- pretend I'm actually with you."
"I'd rather be there," she confessed.
He grew quiet, a silence separating them. "Come over."
She sat up, jerking the phone with her. "Can I?"
"Riza," he began, voice warm and full of affection. "This is your house too. You can come over whenever you want."
A giddy grin broke across her face as she climbed off of the bed. "I'll be there soon."
He chuckled softly, "Alright. Drive safe."
She hung up, rushing to button up her shirt again as she grabbed her slippers. She quickly unplugged the phone and move it back into the living room. As she bent to plug it in again, she called, "Becca, I'm going to take the car."
A thumping came from Rebecca's room before she poked her head out. "What? I thought you were going to have phone sex, not real sex."
Riza couldn't help but flash her a smile, snatching the keys from the counter. "Maybe another night. Bye," she waved, ducking out of the apartment door.
She could not get there fast enough, practically skipping to the car, she had to mentally school herself as she drove out of the parking lot. She snorted a laugh in her hand as she realized Roy's last order had likely been much needed for her to get there in one piece.
Drive safe.
So she did, fingers tapping impatiently on the steering wheel until she reached his street.
Her skin crawled and, heeding her gut, she slowed, turning off her headlights. The street was quiet, a few house lights on and glowing through window panes, the street lamps lighting the sidewalks. She scanned bushes and the edge of fences, frowning as her mind pulled up memories of Annette's pictures. She couldn't see anyone prowling, and before she knew it, she reached his house, parking in front of the sidewalk. Shutting off the engine, she paused a moment, rubbing her thighs uncomfortably as she realized she'd left all four of her pistols back at Rebecca's apartment. She hadn't let herself leave home this defenseless for nearly a decade.
Inhaling sharply, she climbed out of the car, locking it behind her before running to the porch. She swiftly unlocked the door, ducking inside to find the lights mostly off, the upstairs hallway lit as per usual.
She eased the door shut, locking it quietly. Stepping out of her slippers, she left her keys in one, avoiding the threat of them jingling. She then climbed the stairs as softly as she could manage, instantly ducking right into the master bedroom.
Roy was sitting on the edge of their bed, a grin lighting his face as they're eyes met. "Riza," he breathed, waiting for her to close the door.
Once the latch clicked into place, she pounced on him, both of them tumbling onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs. She gave a soft squeak of excitement as he squeezed her waist tightly. Rolling her under him, he hovered over her with his midnight eyes shining.
"I know you got here fast, but it felt like forever!" he gushed in an excited whisper.
"Waiting for your phone call felt the same. Oh, Roy," she wrapped her arms behind his shoulder, pulling him tightly down so their chests were flush. She nuzzled his neck, pleased to feel the slight prickle of his jaw against her skin.
"I'm so glad you came. Riza- I have to be the happiest man alive right now."
She laughed out loud, quickly hushing herself as she bit her lip. "That's a bit egotistical of you, Sir. Surely, somewhere, someone is so happy they're dying from it."
"I don't think you can actually die of happiness, my Queen," he countered, shifting above her. His erection brushed against her pelvis, making her shudder as a heat mixed with her joy.
He pulled back hesitantly, eyes trying to read her. "Do you want to…?"
She nodded swiftly, a shy smile tugging at her lips. "Please."
"Do you need play?"
She smirked, gently bobbing her hips against his once. "No, but I'm not against it."
His gaze darkened with a sensual heat. He lifted himself off of her, arms braced on either side of her shoulders as he hovered over her. "As my Queen pleases. I thought I told you to unbutton this," he teased, moving a hand to pick at her top button, undoing it.
"I did. I had to fix it so I could come over, though," she grinned, shifting her hips and raising her knees, legs wide below his waist.
He hummed darkly, unbuttoning the second. "Sounds like an excuse, Major."
"Did you want Rebecca and anyone I came across to get a view of my breasts?" she teased, lifting a hand to his collarbone, caressing the contours of his neck, shoulders, and pecs absently.
He scowled slightly, "No."
"Then don't complain," she smiled.
He growled, roughly pulling her shirt open, exposing her breasts. He bent down, taking her nipple into his mouth, sucking warmly as his tongue swirled across its peak. She spasmed under him, her smile vanishing as her back arched involuntarily. "Oh," she huffed, heat flooding through her.
He made quick work of her last two buttons, his hand moving to her other breast and massaging it in time with his suckling. She squirmed slightly, eyelids growing heavy and closing as she tilted her head back and to the side, her hair scrunching under her. His mouth switched breasts making her whimper, an insistent ache growing between her legs.
After his repeated treatment on her second breast, his mouth began dragging up to her collarbone, then to the base of her neck. He bit her, sucking on the spot intently as his hands cupped both of her breasts, kneading them gently.
She moaned, heat flooding her veins as her skin prickled. Breath growing heavy, she fluttered her eyes open, staring at the cracked open door hazily. She blinked, gaze focusing as she realized Chris was peeking in on them.
She was smiling softly, watching Roy give her a hickey like a proud mother. Riza's eyes widened in shock, Chris starting slightly as she realized she'd been noticed. Her surprise melted into a playful smirk and she lifted a finger to her lips, gesturing for her to not say anything, then waving for them to continue. With that, she eased the door shut, leaving Riza bewildered.
Breath still short, she looked back up at the ceiling, swimming through emotions before deciding- she didn't care. Of all people to spy on them while in the middle of foreplay, Chris was the least concerning in the entire world.
She laughed breathlessly, slipping her hands to Roy's hair. "Roy, go down," she urged, her core begging for attention. "N-no. Get in me. Please," she begged.
He growled warmly, hands slipping down from her breasts to tug her panties and pajama bottoms down. He finally let his bite at her neck go, licking the sensitive skin soothingly as he drew back, pulling the fabric completely loose and tossing it aside.
He brushed the hickey on her thigh with the pad of his thumb, looking terribly pleased with himself. "Are you sure, Love? I just got started," he offered, charcoal eyes burning brightly.
"Roy," she scolded softly, reaching down and tugging his own pants and boxers down to his knees. She took delight at the sight of his impressive length springing loose. "Switch me."
He blinked, "Switch you?"
"Yes. I want to be on top," she insisted, pushing herself up to her elbows, her open shirt falling from her shoulders to the bend of her arms.
He settled into a smirk, lowering so he was inches away from her face. "Make me," he rumbled, his hand slipping between her legs and caressing her area.
Fire burned in her, fueled by his touch and his challenge. Gasping a breath, she raised her hips, curling her thighs tightly around his waist and crossing her ankles behind him. There was a brief second his eyes widened in shock before she had them flipped, his breath puffing out of him in a rush.
Pulling her shirt off the rest of the way, she tossed it aside. Adjusting her legs out from under him, she felt his erection against her rear as she bent down, her hair curtaining their faces. "Checkmate, my King," she breathed before capturing his mouth, kissing him heatedly.
He groaned, bucking under her, but his flannels and boxers were tangled around his knees, limiting his movement. Laughing, she broke from her unrequited kiss, thumbing his wet lips teasingly. "Relax. I just want to play a little. You can lead again in a minute," she promised.
There was a spark in his eyes, an almost dangerous light. "You're playing with fire, Àirén," he warned, voice husky.
A coy smile tugged at her mouth as she moved her thumb from his lip to his chin. "I lit this fire," she whispered seductively. She brushed her lips against his, testing if he was willing to return this time. He tensed, a hand firmly grabbing the roots of her hair and pulling her deeper. Moaning, she opened with him, their tongues gilding in the warm heat of their mouths.
His hand relaxed in her hair, absently tangling in the golden waterfall as his other hand brushed her waist, sliding across her skin. Moaning happily against his mouth. She shifted her hands to his shoulders for support, moving her hips down his body. He tensed as their sexes slipped across each other, but she didn't stop until she had cleared his length, letting it prod into her lower belly. Settling on his thighs, his hand at her side skimmed down to her rear, twitching slightly.
He tensed again, pulling his hand from there, the sheets tugging beneath her knee as he gripped them instead. His other hand fell to her collarbone as he broke their lips apart.
"Sorry," he whispered, dropping his lips to her throat, kissing her warmly.
She shivered as his kisses fell to her breast again, her mind trying to catch up. "Roy?" she asked, checking on him.
He shook his head swiftly, pulling away to murmur, "After," before kissing the hanging peak of her breast.
Letting it go, she shifted down a little more. "Roy, it's my turn," she reminded, pushing his shoulders back down to the bed, pulling his mouth away from her chest. She collected her hair to the side, tucking it between her neck and shoulder as she leaned in, lightly kissing his throat.
She hadn't explored his body as much as he had explored hers, but she was determined to do just that. Moving her lips to his clavicle, she ran a hand smoothly across his chest, feeling his heavy breath rise and fall. Her fingers absently brushed across his hardened nipple, her ears pricking as his breath hitched ever so slightly. She looked up at him, finding his heavy, ebony eyes watching her, his lips slightly parted. On impulse, she shifted her mouth, licking his nipple as she pinched the other lightly. He gasped softly, the muscles in his neck visibly flexing.
"Do you like that?" she asked, surprised. He inhaled, speechless as his cheeks grew pink. "Don't worry, General, I won't tease you much longer," she promised sultrily, moving over to give the other nipple a single lick as well. She thought she felt his length twitch against her abdomen in response.
"Riza, what are you up to?" he asked, his voice surprisingly calm.
She smirked, dipping to his navel. Running her hands down the hard bumps of his abs, she dragged her tongue up his center line and sternum, pulling away as she reached his clavicle. "I'm about to let you know," she murmured, her heart beginning to speed up again in her own chest. She gently brushed his lips with another kiss, pulling back as she moved her hips further down, sitting on his calves which were still tangled up in his flannels.
"Riza…" there was almost a warning to his tone, but not quite. Sitting up, she looked over his naked torso, her fingers slipping to that wicked v of his. She slowly traced the shape with the tips of her index fingers down to his pelvis, her eyes focusing on his length. "Ri, you don't have to…" he suddenly protested.
"I want to," she interrupted, her voice feeling small. Glancing up at him, she met his wide eyes as he lifted himself up to his elbows. "Tell me if I'm doing it wrong."
"Ri…" She bent down, heart thudding in her throat as she took him into her mouth for the first time.
Once again she was struck by how big he was as she closed her lips around him. She'd grown accustomed to his size inside her and in her hands, but in her mouth was a different matter entirely.
She hesitantly ran her tongue up his shaft, making his breath come in a strangled gasp. Worried, she looked up to see his body taut, his fists curled into the sheets as he watched her with a level of unrestrained arousal on his face she'd only seen from him when climaxing. Skin prickling in excitement and increased pressure to do this right, she closed her eyes, trying to take more of him into her mouth. An instant gag reflex made her pull back to a more comfortable depth. Thinking quickly, she focused on moving her tongue, sliding it across his head and shaft quickly as she sucked lightly.
He groaned heavily, her eyes flicking up again to see him tossing his head back, falling back to the bed as something salty hit the back of her throat. "Ri! I- I can't…! S-stop!" He squirmed under her as his hips thrust up into her mouth invasively.
She instantly pulled back, covering her mouth with the back of one hand, letting the other rest on his hip as she watched him pant heavily on the sheets, growing still. "Did I do it wrong?" she asked, not thinking she had, but he had told her to stop.
He lifted his head, looking down at her, a flash of concern on his face. He scrambled up, breath still heavy as he cupped her cheeks between both of his hands. "No. Fuck, no. I just almost exploded in your mouth. I didn't want to come this early. Not without pleasing you. And- it's just rude doing that your first time giving oral!"
She laughed weakly, relaxing with his rushed and heavy breathed assurances. "I think you still did. I tasted something salty."
His face flooded a bright crimson. "I am so sorry! I…"
She reached forward, brushing his fringe off of his forehead just for it to fall right back. "Shh, it's fine," she whispered, eyes dropping to his lips. She leaned in, closing their distance and kissing him slowly. He hesitated a brief moment before returning, his hands sliding to her jaw and neck.
She hummed softly, breaking apart an inch and fluttering her eyes open, meeting his own heavy lidded gaze. Shifting off of his calves, she climbed up into his lap, straddling him as her ass dipped into the gap between his legs. "It's your turn, Sir."
He inhaled sharply, holding up a finger, "One moment, Love," he whispered, twisting and reaching for his nightstand.
"Roy…" she started, her mood dropping as he opened the drawer, pulling out a condom.
He turned back to her, tearing the package open. "Yeah?" She hesitated, watching him lower his hands between them, readying to roll it on. He paused though, focused on her face. "What is it?"
She met his gaze, lips parting to speak. She was late- but- it was still too soon. And part of her was wildly against telling him while they were living apart. She was nervous and scared every time she thought about it, but she also didn't want to ruin this by worrying him too.
She decided not to tell him, but she had to say something. She gently grabbed his wrist, rubbing the bundle of veins and nerves on the base of his forearm. "I don't like how the condoms feel. Could we- look into a different option."
His expression softened, his concern melting to sympathy. "I thought so. You get a bit tense every time I put one on."
Her cheeks heated as she looked away, glaring at the blankets. "I know it's to protect me, but- it felt better without," she whispered.
He gently rubbed his scruff against her cheek, nuzzling her ear as he rolled it on. "We can look at different options, my Queen. Vanessa will probably be glad to help."
She nodded mutely, trying to relax. "We can do that in a few weeks," she agreed, "It doesn't make as much sense right now."
"Alright. Next time I see her I'll mention it. Do you want to keep going?"
She pulled back, meeting his gaze again. She nodded, brushing her thumb along his jaw affectionately. "Yes, please."
His hands slid to her rear and pulled her up, flush with his manhood. She gasped as their sexes slid across each other, his length between her folds as he gently began rocking their hips together, pulling her closer in time with his thrusts.
She moaned, warming back up instantly as she rolled her neck, her hair shifting across her shoulder blades and spine. She moved her arms around his shoulders, thrusting in time with his movements as his head kept rubbing against her clit.
"Oh, Riza," he rumbled, nuzzling his scruff against her ear, his heated whisper ringing in her soul. "You're so wet."
"Roy," she whimpered, tightening her arms behind his neck.
He hummed, purposely rubbing his jaw along her cheek, the familiar prickle making her skin tingle. She gasped, gripping at his shoulder blades, her finger buds and short nails dragging across his skin. Her nipples and core began to tingle, her climax slowly beginning to build.
"Riza," he whispered, his lips softly beginning to dust kisses across her jaw and throat.
"P-please! Oh, Roy," she cried softly, her voice sounding foreign to her own ears.
He inhaled heavily, running his tongue along her windpipe, his rutting against her unrelenting. "Please what?" his husky breath prodded. "I can't help you unless you tell me what you need."
A whine grew in the back of her throat, a burning where she needed him most. She dug her fingers against his scalp, his hair tangling between her fingers. "I- I need you…"
"Yes?" he teased, pausing their friction, his tip pressing against her entrance.
"There! Roy, please!"
He inhaled sharply, his muscles winding up under her grasp. She waited with baited breath until he slowly pushed up into her, her body stretching around his length.
He gasped heavily, pulling back to look at her as he rutted into her. She squeaked as his second thrust brought her to her climax, her head spinning and body burning with unadulterated pleasure.
"Oh, you were so ready for me," he growled as she spasmed, thrusting against him instinctively. She could only whimper in response, her breath shallow and her body trembling. He kept pulling them together, thrusting into the motion as he watched her with lustful eyes.
Moaning as she slowly came down from her high, she dropped her face against his shoulder, gasping for breath as she tried to recover. His continued thrusts made it difficult.
"Ah, I need to make you come again, don't I," he rumbled against her ear, giving a hard thrust. She whimpered, clutching to his biceps. "I'm going to fuck you silly, Riza Mustang. Only you. Again and again and again."
She moaned softly in the back of her throat, meeting his thrusts as she slipped a hand across his muscular back, digging her fingers into his hair. She lifted her face, staring hazily at the bed's headboard. She wished there was a mirror there. She wanted to watch him through it. She could picture it though, his broad back and her face pressed against the side of his as he thrusted into her. Closing her eyes, she nuzzled his neck, pressing kisses to his skin, her mind obsessed with his smooth friction inside of her.
He groaned, hands moving to grip her thighs as he rolled them over. Their sexes separated as he moved to finally pull his flannels off of his legs, freeing himself.
Biting her lower lip, she adjusted under him, "Roy, get back in me," she begged, her core aching without him.
He returned his focus to her, a determined heat in his eyes. His scared palms found her bent knees, resting atop them as he spread her legs a little wider and pushed them back towards her. Her feet came up off the mattress as her breath grew more shallow again, anticipation pounding in her veins.
"Sorry, my Queen," he murmured, his tip brushing across her area. She shuddered, fisting the sheets as he settled against her entrance again, pushing smoothly into her. She sighed with relief, a shiver running up her spine. "Better?"
She moaned in agreement, pressing her cheek against his and nodding. She let go of the sheets, hugging him as they both began rocking together. He shifted his face, tracing gentle kisses along her cheek and jaw. His lips found hers, but it was far from a passionate display. Warm and affectionate and endearing, they kissed again and again and again.
He inhaled heavily, guiding her arms from around him, entwining their fingers together as he pinned them to the bed. Shifting above her, he thrusted into her harder, making the bed groan with soft squeaks. His kisses deepened as his tongue finally slipped into her mouth, drawing a moan from her again as the affectionate heat in her body began to burn with more lust.
Craving more friction, she clutched to his hands, desperate to meet his thrusts with the same fervor. He broke partially from her mouth, shifting to bite at her lower lip before trailing nips along her jaw and throat to her clavicle. Tossing her head back, she shuddered as he latched onto one of her breasts again, his tongue swirling as he sucked heartily at her tit. Moaning his name, she squirmed under him as a tingle of pleasure began blooming inside her again.
Panting, she pulled her legs around him properly, crossing her ankles behind him as she let him take over. His thrusts were to pleasure her, his lips leaving her breast to venture aimlessly across her skin. His mouth left her skin, his face lifting so he could meet her eyes, his gaze hazy from lust. "Reez," he whispered, his thrusts coming harder and faster. "I want you to come for me."
His words sent an electric thrill through her veins, a soft gasp escaping her lips. He let her hands go, shifting his weight to his elbows as he dug his hands into her hair, tugging and playing with her locks half mindedly.
"What do you need, my Love? I'll give anything for you to come."
"Roy," she gasped, moving her hands to his shoulder.
"Ri, come with me," he nearly begged.
Tensing under him, she shuddered, digging her heels into his lower back. "Roy, touch me!"
Instantly, his hand jumped to obey, slipping between them as he rubbed her clit in time with his thrusts. Her breaths came as gasps, her body trembling as she hovered on the edge for far longer than she ought to.
Then it crashed over her. Fire and euphoria washed over her in wave after wave as she thrashed under him, crying out helplessly. A light sparked in his eyes as he gasped, a shudder rippling through him. She did her best to hold his gaze, his thrusts rushed and deep as his cheeks flushed, his lips parted as he watched her with awe, soft, breathy groans escaping his throat with each thrust.
Jerking under him a few more times, they both eased to an end, growing still on the mattress. Panting, she lowered her legs back to the sheets, quivering. His own breath was heavy, sweat glistening on his forehead as that glow remained in his eyes.
"D-did you come?" she asked, voice still higher pitched than usual.
He nodded as he bent down, pressing his sweaty forehead against hers as his hand in her hair dragged through her locks slowly. "Riza," he breathed, "Oh, my Love. I've missed you. Stay with me. Our bed is so cold without you."
Exhaling heavily, she slid her hands across his shoulders, smiling softly. "Is that an order, Sir?"
He smirked. "It can be, but I shouldn't have to."
Her smile warmed as she moved a hand to his cheek. "Of course I'll stay."