There is NOTHING more irritating then finding a bunch of typos AFTER you've published a story. I went back and fixed the last chapter, hopefully I found all of the typos.
Roy awakens to the suns rays hitting him in the face. Groaning, he throws his forearm across his eyes, only realizing afterwards that Riza isn't laying against his chest like she was when he fell asleep.
Where is she?
He sits up and looks around, sighing with relief when he sees her on her side, the covers pooled at her waist as her back faces him and his bedroom door. He can't help but smile at the sleeping form of his new bride, bending down to press kisses along her shoulder blade.
Riza moans softly, slowly drifting awake.
"Good morning, darling." He said, kissing her neck.
"Good morning to you too." She sighed happily.
"How are you feeling?" He asked.
"A little sore. But I actually don't mind it." She admits, turning her head to kiss him on the lips.
Before they can proceed any further, however, they are interrupted by a rapid thumping on the other side of his locked bedroom door. Sighing in annoyance, Roy gets up and out of bed, pulling on his slacks from last night, as Riza turns her head to face the window, pretending to still be asleep.
Roy unlocks and opens his door, internally irritated but not surprised to see Berthold on the other side.
"Yes?" Roy asked, swallowing a yawn.
"I need to travel to the nearby town for supplies. I'll be back by Tuesday. Make sure you study." Berthold grunts.
"Yes Sir." Roy nods.
"And tell her to keep quiet. She isn't supposed to be enjoying herself when she pleases you." He snarls, pointing to Riza's "sleeping" form.
"I understand Sir. I'll tell her when she wakes up."
"As your wife, it's her job to be awake before you." Berthold scoffs.
"She needs her rest. She's of no use to me exhausted. I'd prefer her to at least be conscious when she's pleasing me." Roy said, crossing his arms.
Berthold let out another scoff, and rolled his eyes, but left without uttering another word. Roy waits until he's heard the front door slam shut, before he closes his bedroom door again, flopping down onto his bed as he lets out a loud groan.
"Goddamn I hate that man." He snarled.
"And I hate that I have to talk about you like that around him. It's sick and wrong." He added, turning to face her.
Riza had since rolled over, and was now facing him.
"As long as you don't treat me like that in private, it doesn't bother me if you speak about me like that when my Father is discussing me with you." She told him.
"What?"
"I mean it, Roy. Honestly." Riza cooed.
"I'm more upset about the fact that I wasn't supposed to enjoy last night then anything else." She admitted sadly, rolling onto her back.
"A woman is supposed to enjoy sex. If they weren't, a woman would never feel aroused." Roy told her, sitting up in his bed.
"Besides, there's a positive to him being gone for two full days." Roy smirked.
"What's that?"
"You can be as loud as you want to be." He grinned down at her, causing her cheeks to flush.
"Roy?" Riza asked softly.
"Yeah Riza?"
"I wanna..." she sighs, trailing off.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Roy questioned, concerned. If something was bothering her she needed to tell him so he could try to make it-
"I wanna have sex again!" She blurted out.
Ohh.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"I do if you do." Riza nodded.
Roy leaned down over her, encasing one of her nipples in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the bud.
"Ooh!" Riza moaned loudly.
He took one of his hands and slipped it under the covers, down the smooth skin of her stomach, passed the patch of blonde curls, arriving at the slick flesh between her thighs.
"Roy." She gasped, feeling one of his fingers dip inside of her.
"Riza, is it okay if we repeat what we did last night?" He asked her, his mouth going from one breast to the other.
"Y-Yes." She groaned, hiding her confusion. Why is he asking that? She had already told him she wanted to have sex again.
Sitting up, Roy pulled the covers off of her, leaving her body completely exposed. Instinctively, Riza spread her legs, expecting to feel his member enter her. Instead, she lets out a shocked gasp when she feels his lips press against her inner thigh.
Oh. He meant repeating this.
Using his fingers to part her folds, he licks his lips at the sight of her womanhood. Wet and oh so pink and absolutely his to taste. His tongue pressed between his fingers, swiping up to her clit.
Like her, Roy wasn't very experienced in having sex.
He'd only done it once before last night, a week before he left Central to study Alchemy. It had been short, awkward, and he certainly hadn't done this. (He wouldn't even know what to do if he hadn't heard his oldest sister Cherry discussing it with the others when he was eleven.) His first time had been with a woman of the night- an actual woman of the night, not one who put up a front like his sisters did- that was a decade older then him. She'd provided the condom, but if his Aunt ever found out? She'd slaughter him and the woman.
"Oohh!" Riza cried out, clenching his hair as he lapped at her sex.
"Fuck!" She yelped, bucking her hips as he sucked on her clit. Her hands fly to her face, clamping over her mouth in horror when she's realizes what she's just said.
Roy pulls away from her and starts laughing.
"I didn't even think you knew that word, much less did I ever expect to hear it come out of your mouth." He says between cackles, kissing the juncture between her thigh and womanhood.
"Roy." Riza groans, frowning. She finds the whole situation embarrassing, and him finding it hysterical isn't helping.
"Don't get upset, dear." He tells her, sinking a finger into her as his mouth goes back to her clit.
Riza is practically writhing at this point, hands covering her mouth to hold back her moans. Roy ends up having to use his free arm to hold her steady, his forearm slung across her stomach to keep her lower half still so he could pleasure her.
He could feel when her orgasm arrived, her walls clenching his finger as her juices leaked out onto his tongue. She tasted absolutely delicious and he couldn't get enough of her.
When he pulls away to look at her, Riza is an absolute mess. Her face is flushed and she's panting heavily as she comes down from her high. There's a boost to his ego at the knowledge that she was like that because of him.
"Why are you still wearing your pants?" She asked him, still panting.
Roy quickly shed his pants, and for the first time Riza was able to get a good look at his member. He was thick and large and had Riza's jaw hung open in shock.
"How much of that fit inside me last night?" She yelped.
"... All of it..." Roy told her. Which was the truth, every inch of his dick had fit inside of her.
"Oh my God." Riza gasped, the back of her head hitting the pillows.
She bends her legs at her knees, spreading her legs as he positions himself in front of her. Roy sinks inside of her to the hilt, letting out a shaky moan as her warmth envelopes him. He takes her hand and places it where they're joined, letting her feel that, yes, all of him did fit inside of her.
He rests on his knees and grips her hipbones as he slides in and out of her, picking up speed with each trust. Riza was moaning with every trust, sometimes his name, sometimes God's, but each sound she made was music to his ears.
She felt so good, her walls clutching his member in a vice like grip. Roy knows he's going to have to pull out soon, they can't start a family. Not now. Not while they still live with her abusive and neglectful Father, not when he's about to be gone for over two years. He can't leave Riza and a baby- their baby- alone in an empty house with a monster. Especially if they end up conceiving a daughter instead of a son.
He doesn't pull out in time.
He swears under his breath, as he quickly removes himself from her and finishes cumming against her thigh. Despite the amount he shot out against her skin, he can already see a trail of milky white liquid seeping out of her opening.
Riza doesn't say anything, she doesn't move, doesn't even breathe. She can feel his seed trickling out of her and on to his sheets, and she knows Roy is pissed at himself because of it. He's still snarling under his breath as he cleans her thigh off with a rag, and gets dressed in a pair of clean clothes from the wardrobe in his room.
Riza stays quiet as he does this. She's scared. Not because Roy is angry. Not because they might've just conceived a child that he didn't want this soon into their marriage. No, she's scared because she enjoyed it. She enjoyed feeling the small amount of warmth he spilled into her before he quickly pulled out of her, the rest of said warmth landing onto her thigh.
"R-Roy?" She mumbled softly, finally speaking up.
He looks at her, and forces himself to calm down, because he knows his behavior is starting to make her nervous.
"Yeah Riza?" He said quietly.
"I heard... rumors... that there were certain tea blends that can help prevent, this, from happening. Is that true?" She asks.
"They're not... very reliable. Aunt Chris says anyone that uses them and gets the results they want are just lucky." He informs her honestly.
"Most we can do is just wait and see." He groans, rubbing his eyes.
"I'm sorry." Riza mumbles, finally sitting up.
"Don't be. You have no reason to be. It's my fault. I knew I should've bought preventatives when I went into town Friday. But I was an idiot and didn't." He sighed.
Riza simply frowned, reaching over the bed to grab the shirt he had worn when they got married, slipping her arms into the sleeves and buttoning it up. She climbs out of his bed to look for her underwear, the hem of his shirt stopping midthigh.
"You look nice in my shirt." He tells her, causing her to blush.
"I'm gonna go make breakfast. Do you want anything in particular?" She asks him.
"Whatever you want is fine." Roy shrugs.
"Pancakes it is."
They eat their breakfast in utter silence.
Riza knows that a part of him blamed her. She had been the one that wanted to have sex.
"Roy?" Riza asked, finally speaking up.
"Hmm?"
"Why are you so against us having a baby right now? I-I know you gave me an answer last night, but it just seems like there's more to it." She wondered.
Is it because you don't want to have a baby, or because you don't want to have a baby with me?
Roy exhaled, putting his fork down onto his empty plate.
"I'm gonna be gone for over two years, Riza. Which means you will be here, carrying our child, alone with your Father. I won't be able to protect the two of you from him if I'm gone. And while I don't care about the genders of our future children- I'd be just as happy with all girls as I would be if we had all boys or a mixture of both- I don't want to have to worry about our baby if it's a girl instead of a boy." Roy sighed.
Riza's eyes widened at what he told her. "You... you don't think my Father would ever hurt-"
"Yes. I do. In fact I would be more surprised if he didn't hurt the baby." He said bluntly.
Riza grows silent, standing up and taking their dishes, putting them in the sink.
"Riza?"
"Yes?"
"If you do end up becoming pregnant, I want you to go live in Central with my Aunt. You and the baby will be safe there." Roy said, his tone informing her that it wasn't a suggestion, but a command.
He lets out a groan when he realizes what he'd just told her and the way it had come out of his mouth.
"We haven't even been married a full twenty four hours and I'm already breaking my promise to you about not making you do anything you don't want to."
He feels her arms wrap around his neck as she stands behind him, resting her cheek against the top of his head.
"There's a difference between you giving me an order because you want to control me and giving me an order because you're worried about the safety and well-being of me and our possible unborn child Roy." She cooed, kissing his temple.
"Oh crap!" He yelped, quickly standing up.
"What? What's wrong?" Riza asked, worried.
"My Aunt doesn't know that we're married." He stammered.
"There's a payphone in town, between the town hall and the general store. We can go there and you can call her. We can also buy some preventatives." She suggested.
"Even I do end up pregnant, I think it would be wise to use them."
"Yeah. Better safe then sorry." Roy agreed. "Go get dressed and I'll meet you outside.
Riza comes out six minutes later in a pair of overalls, an old t-shirt, and a pair of worn out sneakers.
Her Father never allowed her to wear anything other then skirts or dresses, so since he was gone she was going to take full advantage of her freedom.
"Hop on." Roy told her, patting his back. She put her hand on his shoulders, and jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist. He moves his arms behind him, supporting her with his forearms as he carries her, piggy back style, towards town.
"You don't have to carry me, you know." Riza told him, resting her head on her shoulder.
"I want to." Roy smirked.
"... Do you think we'll ever get used to being married?"
"Probably not. I never thought I'd be married at eighteen. Did you ever think you'd be married at fourteen?" He asked her.
"I had a feeling I'd be married by sixteen, but no, I didn't think it would happen this young. It's... scary. I don't mean being married to you is scary, just being married in general is." She answered him.
"I understand completely. I still think that you're too young to be married- I'm never going to not think that."
"I know you don't want kids now, but when do you want them?"
"Definitely after I'm back from the Academy, when we have our own place and we are far away from this backwards ass town." He told her.
"And then we start on the baby making?" She asked.
"And then we start on the baby making. How many babies do you wanna have?" He questioned.
"Lots... and lots... and lots of babies." She grinned, kissing the side of his neck between each word.
"At one point in time, I had fifteen foster sisters." Roy told her.
Riza pulled away from his neck and cringed. "Not that many babies!" She cried.
"How about we keep it in the single digit range?" She suggested.
"Sounds like a plan."
They make it to town and Riza hops down when Roy gets to the phone booth.
He let out a shaky breath as he puts in a cenz coin and dials her phone number.
"Hello there! Madam Christmas' Bar, Cherry speaking! May I ask who's calling?" Riza heard a bubbly voice speak over the other end.
"Cherry. It's Roy. Put Chris on the phone." Roy asked. Riza found herself snuggling up to him, his arm wrapping around her waist to hold her closer to him.
"Sorry, Roy. But Madam Christmas is busy balancing the checkbooks. Can I take a messa-"
"Cheryl! Put. My. Mother. On. The. Phone!" He snapped, growing annoyed. Riza winced, not used to him sounding so angry.
"Hey Madam! It's Roy, he wants to speak to you!... He won't let me take a message! He's being stubborn!"
They both hear silence for a few minutes. During that silence, Riza sees a familiar face coming out of the general store, a happy gasp leaving her mouth.
It was Jane.
"Psst, can I go talk to my friend Jane?" Riza begs him.
Roy looks at her like she's grown a second head. "What am I, your owner now? Go have fun." He said, pulling his arm away from her as she runs towards Jane, throwing her arms around her.
"Hello?" A gruff voice speaks over the phone.
"Hey Mama!" Roy grinned.
"Why do you insist on calling me that when you call me from that Podunk town you've been staying at these last few years?" Christmas groaned.
"Because no one here knows what you look like, thus you don't have to worry about your reputation." He told her.
"What is it you wanna talk to me about, Roy boy?"
"I... kinda got married yesterday." He quickly tells her, holding the phone as far away from his ear as possible.
"YOU DID WHAT!?" Christmas screamed.
Meanwhile, Riza and Jane were sitting on the steps of the town hall, chitchatting as they watched- and overheard- Roy getting yelled at over the phone.
"So, how was the wedding?" Jane asked her.
"Honestly? Kinda boring. Nothing like those little fairy tales made them always sound. Mostly it was just us signing a bunch of papers. Took us longer to get to town then it did actually getting married." Riza shrugged.
"And the wedding night...?" Jane asked, wanting to know every juicy detail.
Riza's face turned bright red. "It was nice. It hurt at first, we all know it's going to. But Roy was so considerate. He asked me multiple times if I was okay, if I wanted to stop. He didn't force me to do anything that I didn't want to do." Riza explained.
"You also won't believe what he did, before the actual sex happened."
"What? What did he do?" Jane asked, keeping her voice down.
Riza bit her bottom lip and whispered into her best friend's ear "He put his head between my legs."
"No!" Jane gasped.
"Yes!"
"But guys don't do that around here. It's something only girls are expected to do that." Jane reminded her.
"Must be a Central thing." Riza gushed. "Because he did it again earlier this morning."
Jane's jaw hit the ground.
"And he did it willingly? Like he didn't act like he didn't want to do it?"
"No, he wanted to do it. Truth be told, I think he enjoyed it more then I did- which is saying something." Riza smirked.
"But I'm gonna miss him." She added with a frown.
"What do you mean?"
"He's leaving to join the military at the end of next month. I won't see him again for over two years." Riza pouted.
She was going to miss him, and with the possibility of a baby being on the way, she was going to miss him even more.
"Do cadets not get any leave time?" Jane asked.
"Not that either of us are aware of. As far as we know he gets an unlimited amount of letters, and a five minute phone call every other week."
"That sucks. What are your plans for when he gets back?"
"Get our own place as far from here as we possibly can and start a family." Riza told her.
They were silent for a moment, as Jane studied Roy's features. He clearly wasn't a full blooded Amestrian, but she couldn't place his features to a specific ethnicity.
"Hey Riza, where is Roy from again?" Jane asked her.
"Amestris, born and raised. But his birth mother is from Xing. Not sure if he has any other ethnicities in him though." Riza said.
"I heard a... rumor, that men who have Xingese blood are... small, in their pants." Jane said, fighting off a blush.
Riza's spine went ramrod. "If he's small, I'm glad I'm not with someone who's big! Because oh boy." Riza said, letting out a whistle, her and Jane both squealing with laughter.
As her and Jane cackled, Roy continued speaking to his Aunt.
"Why are you so pissed, you told me to do it. You wrote in your letter, and I quote: Ask for her hand yourself if you're so worried." Roy reminded her.
"And so you asked her Father if you could marry her?" Chris scoffed.
Roy could hear one of his sisters, possibly Vanessa or Cherry, in the background scream "Married? Roy got married!?" but she was ignored by his Aunt.
"Hell no! I told him how I thought what he was doing was cruel to her. His response? Take her if you want her. I figured being married to me was better then being married to a man twice my age." He sighed.
"He essentially gave her to you? Just like that?" Chris asked.
"Yes." Roy told her.
"Huh. I wonder if he wanted you to marry her the whole time, and was just waiting for you to say something about it..." Chris suggested.
"I never... thought of it like that." Roy mumbled.
"How many suitors did he reject for her before you finally spoke up?" Christmas asked.
"Seven that actually showed up to the Manor. I don't know if any sent letters or telegrams."
"Interesting. Any chance I can expect some grand babies soon?" Her tone told Roy that the answer had better be no.
"Hopefully that won't happen until after I'm finished with the Academy."
"Where's she gonna stay while you're gone?"
"I dunno. I want her to stay with you and the girls up there I'm Central, but her Dad's health isn't as good as it used to be. Part of me wonders if that's why he married her off so young, so he wouldn't have to worry about her after he was gone. Because I don't think he has more then a couple years left- if that. He's mean to her, but for some unknown reason she still cares about him. I honestly think she'll stay here." Roy sighed.
"You know, you could always just order her to stay with me. It's pigheaded and not how I raised you, but husbands do it all the time." Chris reminded him.
"I promised her before we got married I'd never force her to do anything she didn't want to. But I did tell her staying with you was an option."
Christmas snorted into the phone.
"Sounds like she got a good one. Where's she at now?"
"Talking to a friend from school. Her Dad won't let her go to school anymore since she's married- a stupid rule of his honestly, but his house his rules- so she's essentially saying goodbye. She actually asked me if she could go talk to her, like she needed my permission. What am I, her owner?" Roy scoffed.
"Roy boy, you're her husband now. In some parts of the country, you essentially are her owner." She sighed.
"Oh." Roy grimaced.
"Anyway, I got to go. I expect to hear from you again before you get shipped off to the Academy." Christmas ordered.
"Yes Mama." Roy laughed.
"Don't call me Mama!"
Click.
Shaking his head, Roy hung up the phone, and walked over to where Riza and Jane were sitting and laughing. He leans down to kiss Riza on her cheek, earning a happy sigh from her.
"Do we need anything from the store besides what we mentioned earlier?" Roy asked her.
"Just some groceries and cleaning supplies."
"Oh crap! I gotta go, my Mom is expecting the groceries she sent me to get! Bye Riza!" Jane yelped, standing up and grabbing her purchase and running down the road.
"Bye Jane!" Riza hollered after her.
Riza waited outside the general store while Roy went in to get the groceries and condoms, to scared to go in with him.
"What's the big deal?" Roy had asked her, confused.
"Father says only whores use preventatives. I don't want people seeing us together when you buy them and having it get back to him." Riza mumbled.
"Oh. Okay. What other supplies all do we need and I'll get them."
"Bleach, laundry powder, milk, and a loaf of bread." She told him.
"Okay. Wait out here please." He said, walking into the store.
While she waits, she sees one of her and Jane's classmates, Molly Brown. Molly was the prettiest girl in town, with strawberry blonde hair and bright green eyes. It surprised Riza more then anything that Molly was still unmarried.
But Molly was also the meanest girl in town. Maybe that's why she's unmarried?
"Oh looky. It's the farmer girl." Molly sneered, looking Riza up and down.
"Hello Molly." Riza said, letting no sign of emotion show in her words. She crosses her arms behind her back, hiding her wedding band from the other blonde.
"I can't believe your freak of a Father thinks he's gonna find some poor man to marry you. He'll have better luck selling you at a county fair." Molly scoffed.
Riza remained quiet, biting her tongue. She isn't ready to announce to the world that she was in fact married now. Not that it mattered, her classmates would learn tomorrow at school from Jane why she wasn't going to be coming back.
"Everything okay Reez?"
She turns around and sees Roy standing behind her, a paper sack in his arms, and she's relieved that she can't see his wedding ring with how he's holding it. Riza nods, ignoring Molly.
"C'mon then. Time to get home." He said, walking down the road with Riza following after him.
"See you around freakazoid." Molly yells after Riza.
They're halfway home before Roy speaks up about what he had overheard.
"So you wanna tell me what that was all about?" He asked her.
"That's Molly. She's just a bully. No big deal." Riza shrugged.
"Riza, it is a big deal. What'd she say to you?"
"She called me a freak, said my father would never succeed in finding me a husband. I just ignored her."
"You didn't tell her we are married?"
Riza shook her head no. "She and everyone else at school will learn from Jane tomorrow that we're married."
Roy frowned at her, bending down to kiss her forehead.
"I suppose no longer having to deal with her for eight hours a day, five days a week is the only plus side to not going to school anymore."
"Honestly, the only things about school I'll miss are Jane and my teachers. Everyone else sucks." Riza sighed.
They finally make it back home, walking through the front door. Riza takes the groceries from him and puts them away in the kitchen. She's confused to see that the main reason why they even went to the store isn't in the bag.
"Hey Roy? Where are the..." She trails off.
"I put them in my back pocket."
Thank God.
She walks back into the living room, a small smile on her face.
"What's that look for?" Roy smirked at her.
"Do you wanna test out the preventatives?" Riza asked, her face flushing.
Roy grinned at her, leaning over to kiss her on the mouth. He puts his hands on her thighs, and Riza instinctively jumps to wrap her legs around his waist, as he carries her up the stairs.
"Please don't drop me!" She begs between giggles and kisses.
Riza let out a happy coo, snuggling into Roy's chest as he stroked her hair.
"Sex is nicer with a condom. I don't have to focus so much on not finishing inside of you." He sighed, kissing the top of her head.
"You know, my Father did tell you that you needed to study while he was gone." Riza reminded him.
"I am studying." Roy cries defensively.
"Oh really? What have you been studying?" She asks.
"All the ways I can get my lovely wife to scream my name." He smirked, earning a playful smack to the chest.
"Grow up Roy." She giggled, kissing his neck.