This is for the FMA_60min prompt [SNOW]. Usual warning that this was written in an hour.
Riza Hawkeye shivered as she brushed the snow off of the collar of her great coat. The wind was becoming increasingly frigid with each gust, and it cut through the gaps in her uniform as it sailed over the top of Fort Briggs. Riza scanned the area below through the sight of her rifle, the visibility so poor that she was unsure she could distinguish beast from man. She patiently waited. There were two hours more until her shift was over and she could retreat into the slight warmth of the Fort.
Riza's hands burned as she tried to warm them by a heating grate after she returned indoors. She hadn't yet removed her icy boots or large coat, finding it too cold, even though the snow melted on her collar and dripped down her neck.
"You'll get used to it after a while," a voice said. It was Olivier Armstrong, who had seated herself near the grate as well. Riza watched as she removed her white gloves, seeming impossibly elegant against the gray backdrop of the Fort. "I'll tell you a secret," Olivier went on, "I know some special tricks to keep warm."
Olivier stood up, and gestured for Riza to follow with an almost come-hither motion. Or maybe she was just imagining it. She'd been rather taken with the Major General ever since she'd arrived at Fort Briggs to fill in for a sick officer. Just looking at Olivier, Riza felt like a blade of grass beneath a gardenia. They walked a long way until they got to a door.
"These are my quarters," said Olivier.
Riza let her imagination run wild for a moment, picturing what the quarters of a noblewoman General must look like, but when she peered inside, they were the standard gray, only larger and with more furniture. Olivier led her through a door to the side.
"There's a bathtub in there," she indicated, "Only one in the Fort. You're welcome to soak in some warm water."
"Right now, sir?" Riza asked, thinking it awkward to bathe while a superior officer waited outside.
"Sure," Olivier replied, "I'm going to sit and do some paperwork, and if I have to leave, I trust you to dry off and lock up."
Riza nodded, shedding her uniform as soon as Olivier left. She started filling the bath, reading the labels of endless bath salts and oils, some which appeared to be made expressly for the Armstrong family. She eventually selected a salt with a combination of lavender and sandalwood. Riza settled herself in the water, still contemplating the oddness of such an unsolicited favor.
A rustling sounded outside of the door. "Can I come in?" Olivier asked.
Riza hesitated.
"I always make sure to ask," Olivier went on, "I was raised with servants bathing and dressing me, so I'm used to it, but I sometimes forget that it makes other people uncomfortable."
"Um, okay," Riza said, shifting her position so that she was deeper in the water. Rationally, she knew that Olivier must understand that combat training didn't always result in her own slender physique, but still was tempted to hide her muscular body.
"Thanks," Olivier replied, "I'm also freezing."
As she strode in, Riza's jaw dropped. The Major General was completely naked. Riza tried not to stare, but also not obviously avert her eyes. She'd assumed Olivier wanted to come in and talk, not share the bath with her.
Olivier walked towards the tub with a bit of a flounce, causing her breasts to sway, occasionally obscured by her golden hair. Riza took a deep breath. Her body was perfect, from her tight shoulders to her narrow waist, to her taut thighs. Riza tried to keep her eyes away from the narrow bar of hair between her legs. Olivier swung her leg over the side of the bath and sat down, then leaned backwards and sighed, her hair curling in the steam.
Riza stammered. Olivier's breasts bobbed above the water, inches away from her, and she endeavored not to stare. She wasn't turned on at all, Riza tried to convince herself, this was just a normal, professional meeting with another officer, who happened to be naked and extremely hot. Olivier snickered as if reading Riza's mind, then moved one hand underneath the water and gently brushed Riza's thigh.
Riza gasped in shock, and Olivier tittered. She placed one hand on each of Riza's thighs and began groping more harshly. Riza closed her eyes, breathing deeply as excitement built between her legs.
"You've been staring at me with your tongue out all week," Olivier whispered, leaning forward to speak into her ear, then pressing her lips against her shoulder.
"I try not to," whispered Riza, eliciting howls of laughter from Olivier. She reached for Riza's breasts and began massaging them. Riza let out a small sound.
"But don't worry," Olivier sang, "I've also been taking the odd glance at you." Her lips were red and full and her eyes were deep, and Riza gazed at them intently. Olivier moved in for a kiss, holding the back of Riza's head firmly, not letting her move or pull away until she was finished.
"Now turn around," Olivier demanded, grabbing Riza by the shoulder. The Major General pulled her close so that she was sitting between her legs, her ass right up against Olivier's pussy. Olivier gripped her breasts, and then stuck one hand between her legs, and Riza tried not to moan.
"Oh, you are eager," Olivier whispered, stroking more firmly. Riza writhed, the pleasure mounting, but Olivier held her in place.
"More," Riza whimpered, "Please, sir."
Olivier laughed as she removed her hand, licked it and returned it to Riza's breast with a splash. "I'm in charge here," she whispered, in a voice that was as harsh as it was seductive, "So let me know when you are ready to accept what I am offering."
Riza nodded, whimpering and willing Olivier to continue. She breathed a sigh of relief as Olivier's hand returned between her legs. Olivier's fingers penetrated her and she gasped. "I'm close," Riza whispered.
"Yeah, you are," sneered Olivier. As her fingers plunged, she bit into Riza's neck and the Lieutenant cried out. Olivier pulled Riza closer, and she could feel the Major General rubbing herself rhythmically against her bottom, inhaling each time the pressure mounted, her fingers moving at the same pace. Riza's moans turned to howls.
"Quiet, Lieutenant," Olivier snapped, plunging in her fingers more deeply and bending them as her thumb sailed across the Lieutenant's clit. Riza bit her lip as she came, barely suppressing the cries that flowed out of her mouth as she clamped down on Olivier's fingers over and over.
"Are you warm yet?" the Major General teased. Riza could only nod as she panted, Olivier's arms still tight around her.