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Chapter 16
Riza hummed as her raven-haired husband pressed his soft lips against hers, and slipped his tongue inside her mouth to entangle it with hers. His hand travelled to her sleep shirt, unbuttoning all the buttons, and cupped her bare breast, his fingers pinching and rolling the now erected bud.
He released her lips just to lace a nipple in his mouth, and he nipped and suckled on the teat, eliciting her to moan. He played with her other breast with a hand, and the other one slowly moved south, gently caressing her stomach, then her thighs. She whimpered as he released the bud and adverted his attention to the other one, and his finger on her thigh hooked around the hem of her panties and slowly dragged them down her legs.
"Roy..." She sighed, and he placed his lips on hers for a brief kiss before grinning at her and moved down to plant kisses on her breasts, stomach and inner thighs. He nipped on her inner thighs, leaving red love bites and teeth marks.
Riza let out a gasp as he pushed two fingers in, and slowly thrust them in and out of her whilst pressing his thumb against her clit. She grabbed his arm as he inserted another digit and increased his tempo, and he cupped her cheek with his other hand and covered her mouth with his, muffling her moan.
She looked at him through half-lidded eyes with slight confusion when Roy pulled his fingers that were coated in her arousals out, and immediately cried a pleasured one when he moved his mouth to her womanhood. He rested her legs on his shoulders whilst holding them tightly, restricting them from moving, and she felt him smirk against her as she squirmed under him when he lapped on her arousals and swirled his tongue around her clit.
She let out a loud moan as he sucked hard on the bud, and she clenched the bedsheets in her hand, arching her back. She whined when he suddenly pulled away, though her protest was soon cut off as he positioned himself against her slick entrance.
"Riza..." He leant forward and whispered huskily against her lips, and she responded with a moan of his name and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a deep kiss, their lips moving feverishly against each other's as their tongues tangled.
He let out light grunts as she pulled away to press her lips against his jaw, trailing light kisses along his jawline to his collarbone. He leant his forehead against hers, staring deeply into her lust-filled, honey hazel eyes. and sighed her name again.
She whimpered in anticipation, and moaned when his tip touched her entrance—
Riza gasped and abruptly opened her eyes, though soon narrowed them as the morning sunlight entered them, and she sat up. She heaved a few light pants, her cheeks and ears were a light shade of red and sweat drops rolled down her forehead. The blush on her face darkened when she felt something warm and wet pool on her underwear, and her face was bright red as she realised she just had a wet dream about her husband.
Oh god... She glanced at the clock; she woke up thirty minutes earlier than usual. She quickly got off the bed and took a new set of underwear and clothes, and rushed towards the bathroom.
She sighed as she entered the shower stand, and lifted the tab, twisting it towards her left. She rested her forehead on the cool marble-tiled-wall, the blush still evident on her cheeks.
Does he have that much of an effect on me? She thought to herself, closing her eyes as the warm water rained on her. Haven't seen him for eleven days, after all.
She missed him, though she doubted that she would confess it first. Worry filled her mind as she then remembered that Roy would be meeting the young Drachman king, and she wondered if he had woken up, or departed already.
Should I call him? She thought as she washed the shampoo off her golden hair.
She soon finished her shower and got changed before leaving the bathroom. She glanced at the telephone and adverted her attention back to the blowdryer on her vanity desk. She squeezed her damped hair with her towel and placed it neatly on the bed, and reached for the blowdryer.
A sudden ring from the telephone startled her, and she immediately stood up and went towards the bed whilst glancing at the clock. She chuckled to herself, he would usually still be sleeping by now.
"Hello?"
She first heard a yawn, then a very sleepy mumble of 'Riza'.
She let out a chuckle. "Good morning, Roy."
"Mornin'." He mumbled back.
"How was your sleep?" She asked, "Did you just wake up?"
"No, I woke up an hour ago 'cause we're leaving soon, thought I should call you before I leave." He let out another yawn. "I didn't get much sleep last night."
"Nervous?" She teased.
He hummed. "And how was yours?"
A blush surfaced on her cheeks as she recalled the vivid dream she had, his touch and his sweet murmurs... "I-It was fine. What's your schedule for the trip?"
"It takes five hours of train ride from the border to the capital, and thirty minutes of car ride to the palace, so when I get there I'll be having a late lunch with Yuri." He replied, "I'm most likely going to be staying there for a night, then go back to Briggs for one more night, then back to Central."
"Oh." She said. "How many people are you bringing with you?"
"Havoc, Falman, and a squad of Briggs soldiers." He replied, and she heard a faint sound in the background, then heard her husband grunt a respond and groan.
"What's wrong?"
"I have to go now." He sighed, and his tone softened. "I love you, Riza. I'll see you in a few days."
"I love you too." She smiled. "Good luck."
"Ugh, my ass is numb." Havoc groaned as he stepped out of the train, and stretched his arms and back, then cracked his neck.
"What are you going to do when you're going to Xing?" Roy snorted, "It's a sixteen-hour train ride, just to the West of Xing. Plus, it's a non-smoking train."
"Wha— Have mercy on me, sir!" The Lt. Colonel whined as he took out his cigarette pack and lit one, and placed it between teeth.
Roy took the cigarette from his mouth before he could inhale it, and he glared at the blonde man as he gestured towards a black car. "What are you doing? The car's here."
"Just one puff, please." Havoc begged, and the raven-haired man sighed and returned the cigarette, enticing a grin from him. "Thanks, sir."
...
"To be honest, the people here a lot different from what I've imagined." Havoc said as he stared outside the window with curious, blue eyes. "And the city looks really... nice."
Roy hummed and nodded in agreement, and raised a brow in surprise when he heard the driver chuckle. "The late King is quite an extremist, after all. He invested all the money on the military and the capital city, so other places don't look as nice as this city."
The vehicle came to a stop as it arrived in front of the gates of the grand palace, and Havoc watched in awe as the gate doors opened. The car drove in and stopped in front of the entrance.
The driver exited the car to open the door for Roy and said. "A lot of people were very excited when the King announced about the peace treaty, Führer Mustang. We..."
"...I understand." Roy offered a smile, "I was overjoyed when I received his letter. I'm glad I'm not the only one who feels so."
The driver bowed and he nodded, and followed one of the butlers into the main hall.
"A peace treaty with Drachma!? Really!?" Rebecca gasped and asked.
Riza nodded. "They're going to Drachma today."
"Well, that's something I'd never expect to happen." The dark-haired woman said. "When are they coming back?"
"In two, three days," Riza replied, and her assistant grinned, enticing her to raise a brow. "What is it?"
"You miss him, don't you?" Rebecca teased. "You haven't seen him for two weeks, by the time he comes back."
"Well... of course I do." The First Lady muttered, "I haven't been separated with him for this long since he appointed me to be his adjutant. But he's doing this for the nation, I can't stop him from protecting our country just for my sake."
The dark-haired woman sighed. "That's not what I mean."
Riza gave a slightly puzzled expression.
She heaved another sigh. "Never mind, it's alright."
"Okay." Riza merely said and shrugged. "If you say so."
Rebecca hummed, though she mentally sighed a disappointed one, and she uttered. "How lucky of you, to be able to get married to a man like that."
"What now, Rebecca?" The blonde woman chuckled.
"I want to get married too! I'm already in my thirties now, and I'm still single!" She cried exasperatedly.
Riza let out a hum. "What do you think of Lt. Colonel Havo—"
"No."
An amused chuckle. "Why not?"
"He smokes too much to my liking." She had a disgusted look on her face. "Have you ever kissed a heavy smoker before? It's like licking an ashtray."
Riza's brows knitted to a frown. "I can understand why you wouldn't want to. What about Captain Fuery?"
"Hmm... too young. Wait," Rebecca suddenly said. "How old is the Drachman king!? What's his name... Yuri!"
"Fifteen years younger than you."
"What?" Rebecca whined, "You've got to be kidding me. What about the prince of Aerugo?"
"I think he's in his eighties," Riza replied nonchalantly and peered up at her assistant. "You never know if the Lt. Colonel tastes like an ashtray. Unless you kissed him before."
"Did not!" She howled. "Then does that old prince have a son that's not too old or a grandson that's not too young?"
"I think he has two sons, but the older one is married. I don't know their ages though." Riza said, and scowled. "Back to work, Rebecca. And why would you want to marry a prince?"
Rebecca pouted.
"Plus," Riza gave a teasing smirk. "Why would they find a foreign woman in her thirties?"
"Hey! That's a bit too mean of you!"
...
Riza glanced at the clock in the room which showed 4:30.
"Worried?" She heard her assistant sigh and ask, and she averted her attention to the black-haired woman who held a small box in her hand. "Quit worrying, Riza. Do you not trust him or something?"
"Of course I am." She said, crossing her arms. "And what is that?" She nodded towards the box.
"This?" Rebecca lifted it and grinned. "Caramel crêpe cake."
"When did you get it?" Riza sighed as she watched the dark-haired woman take out the plates and utensils.
"I called the shop at lunch," Rebecca replied, and carefully cut the cake and placed it on the plates before preparing tea. "What tea do you want? We have jasmine, black, green, peppermint and chai."
"Chai, then," Riza said, then knitted her brows. "What makes you think it's tea time?"
"Oh, relax, Riza." The dark-haired woman ushered as she placed the plates on the coffee table, then helped pour the tea. "There, come here before it cools down."
The blonde woman sighed, and placed down the paperwork she was working on and walked towards the coffee table.
"Good, good." Rebecca nodded as she sat down next to her. "You need to relax, Riza. You've been staring at the clock since we got here for every ten minutes."
"...Did I?"
"Mmhmm."
Riza heaved another sigh and took a bite of her cake. "Can you blame me for worrying?"
"No, but you worry too much," Rebecca said as she munched on hers.
"...I've been by his side for years, after all." She muttered. She heard Rebecca huff, and she spoke with a slightly bashful tone. "What?"
"Relax, Riza." Rebecca said again, "Hey, at least it's with the new Drachman king. I'd be a lot more worried if it were with Creta."
"...I guess you're right." Riza uttered.
"I'd still be pretty worried if it were with Aerugo." Rebecca took another bite, "Good thing your grandpa did something about it to temporarily stop the war, but I can still feel the tension."
Riza let out a light chuckle, and the dark-haired woman continued.
"If you're that worried, you should go with him next time." She said, "Oh, and, didn't you say that Mrs Bradley organised the events for the Aerugonian prince's visit? You can do that if the Drachman one visits Amestris."
Riza hummed, considering the idea, and nodded in agreement with a smile. "True."
Rebecca heaved a heavy sigh. "When will the Roy Mustang of my life come?"
Riza let out a light-hearted laugh. "Are you still on about that?"
"Seeing you act like a damsel in distress waiting for her husband to come home, well, yes."
"Damsel in distress?" Riza repeated, feeling slightly irked.
She took the First Lady's left hand and uttered as she stared at her rings. "When will I be able to wear these?"
"Who knows." Riza shrugged and took another bite.
"I even caught the bouquet at your wedding."
"By shoving the crowds out of the way and sprint with the speed of sound? You certainly did." Riza said with an amused smile. "No one who attended my wedding has gotten married so far, so you must be next."
"Really?"
She nodded. "You can be the next damsel in distress."
It was Rebecca's turn to laugh. "Damsel in distress with guns and knives."
"H-How was your meal, Führer Mustang?" The young Drachman king asked nervously, his fingers fidgeting.
"It was wonderful, King Yuri." Roy said, "I've never had Drachman cuisine before, so it was a very nice experience."
"I apologise for not being able to join you, Führer." The King said embarrassedly, a Drachman accent coating his words, "Unlike my father and my siblings, I was born with a weak body."
Roy shook his head, "It's quite alright. Thank you for having us, King Yuri." Then spoke, "Though I must say that I was surprised when I read your letter."
"Ah— Thank you for accepting the offer!" Yuri said, flustered, then quietly said. "That's the least I can do for my people. I hate war; I hate seeing soldiers having to die in a one-sided war they were never obliged to fight in... I could never understand father's thoughts, he believed that wishing for peace is for cowards." His face paled as he offered a weak smile. "My siblings would shun me when father was still alive because to them, I was the outcast, and it is very sad considering their ages. The second oldest one is only thirteen."
I know, Roy wanted to say, and he nodded. "It is very brave of you."
"Thank you..."
"And it seems that a lot of people are very happy with the idea of a peace treaty." He said.
The King nodded. "There are a few people in the military who look up to him, but not the civilians since he invests all the tax they paid on the capital and the military. There still are a lot of people suffering from poverty in Drachma." He clenched his fists, "I can't bear to watch the downfall of my country, I—"
Yuri was suddenly interrupted by a fit of violent coughing of his own, and Roy watched in concern as the sixteen-year-old boy covered his mouth tightly with a hand to desperately muffle his coughs whilst his butler rushed towards him and pat his back soothingly.
"Are you alright? Don't force yourself." The Führer said when the coughing stopped.
Yuri heaved deep breaths and pants before weakly replying, "I-I'm sorry... Führer Mustang..."
"It's fine, King Yuri." Roy said, "We can discuss this later when you're feeling better."
The boy managed a smile, "T-Thank you..."
"—Drachma should pay reparations to Amestris for bypassing the treaty and the damage caused during the invasion."
The young king nodded and lifted his pen up to sign the treaty.
Roy studied the boy's expression as he read the terms, and he too signed the contract, then stood up as he offered the boy a grin and a hand. "I look forward to working with you in the near future, King Yuri."
The boy accepted the hand firmly and returned the grin, confidence and determination evident in his pale blue eyes. "Likewise, Führer Mustang." His grip tightened, "I'll create a more powerful Drachma than father could ever imagine."
THE
TREATY OF PEACE
BETWEEN
DRACHMA
AND
AMESTRIS
Signed at Drachma, May 28th, 1921
A/N: I guess this sums up the Briggs/Drachma trip! Not sure if the pace was a bit too fast, but I hope you enjoyed reading it.
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