Chapter 30

"Everything is going smooth and well with your pregnancy, Mrs. Mustang! The baby is very healthy in there." The doctor smiled brightly, and Riza heaved a relieved sigh. "You are currently in week 15. How are you feeling lately?"

The First Lady returned the smile, and replied as she caressed her much more evident belly. "Much better. The morning sickness has completely stopped since two, three weeks ago, and my cravings have begun."

"That's wonderful! What do you happen to be craving at the moment?"

"S-Sweets..." Riza admitted sheepishly, her cheeks tinted in light pink from embarrassment.

"That's fine, but be careful not to have too much sugary foods everyday. I suggest making a plan for your diet to limit your daily sugar intake." The doctor reminded.

Riza nodded. "Noted. Thank you very much, Doctor Bailey."

The blonde woman blinked when she left the Doctor's room and noticed a slight change with her assistant's appearance. She eyed the dark-haired woman's outfit – long-sleeved little black dress, black high-heeled over-the-knee boots and a beige long coat. She then moved her attention to her face – gold smokey eyes and bright red lips. "...Lovely outfit, Rebecca. I'm impressed that you have gotten changed and done your make-up within fifteen minutes. You have plans for the evening?"

Rebecca crossed her arms and stated proudly with a grin, "Actually, yes, I do. Don't expect for me to stay single forever."

"And does your date happen to be a Lieutenant Colonel with ash-blonde hair and blue eyes?" Riza asked, secretly very happy for her best friend and she continued teasing as they headed out of the hospital to their vehicle. "I must say I'm a bit disappointed. You never told me anything about you and Lt. Colonel Havoc. Since when?"

"You didn't tell me that you had hots for Führer Mustang before you accepted his proposal, as well." Rebecca snorted and retorted.

"Well you found out about his proposal before I did–"

"Winter solstice." Rebecca cut her off as she took the car keys and unlocked the door, opening the door to the front passenger's seat for the pregnant First Lady. "So two weeks ago."

Riza thanked her as she climbed in the car, and checked the time on her watch. "What time is your date?"

"Seven-thirty, why?"

"I would like to know the details," The blonde stated, and narrowed her eyes as she smiled slyly, "We have plenty of time, now, spill please."

...

"Ah, one more thing you should know. Not sure if you have read the newspaper today." Rebecca said.

Riza shook her head, "No I haven't read the newspaper yet. What is it?"

"You should remember him – Doctor Jacob Campbell. Drug trafficking, drug-facilitated sexual assault to multiple women, several attempted sexual assault, therefore fined twenty-million cenz and imprisonment for life, due to the amount of dangerous drugs trafficked. That was the conclusion of the verdict given this morning."

"I see..." She muttered, and asked. "Any other news?"

Rebecca hummed, closing her eyes to try remember the details on the news. "Ah, yes. Do you remember Sophie Zachmann, the lady that glared daggers at you when she recognised you to be the Führer's wife? She was associated with Campbell."

Riza frowned, taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"They had been acquaintances for a long time. She was the one who gave him the aphrodisiac drugs, and I don't think it's a coincidence with the incident when we visit the hospital in summer." Rebecca said, her tone turning serious. "She has been found missing, likely to be escaping but a few teams in the military has been sent to arrest her. But Riza, I believe that you had always been her target since you've gotten married."

The First Lady stayed silent, but nodded as a signal for her to continue.

"Especially now that you're pregnant, you need to be extra alert, and we can't risk for Sophie Zachmann to pop out of nowhere, or even someone like her who idolise the Führer, to harm you." She placed her hand on top of hers, "Riza, please allow me to recruit more body guards for you. I know you are fully-capable in self-defence, but still..."

Riza squeezed her hand as she offered a very delighted smile. "Okay, I understand. Thank you, Rebecca." Wrapping her arms around her best friend, she grinned happily, "A bit weird-sounding for me to say, but I'm glad you're my best friend."

The dark-haired woman immediately returned the hug, and feigned crying. "I'm so touched that you had finally realised."

Pulling away from the hug, they blinked then laughed joyously.

Finishing her post-shower skin-care routine and blowdrying her golden hair, Riza stripped the body towel off her and replaced it with her bath robe, and squeezed her still slightly damp hair gently in the towel before placing it a side.

She opened the bathroom door, frowning when she didn't see her husband in their bedroom. Must have a lot of paperwork, she thought to herself. Looking at the calendar, she suddenly thought of the conversation she had with him on Winter Solstice, and she chuckled inwardly as she was reminded that they hadn't interacted since she announced her pregnancy to him.

Sudden images of the past interaction they've had displayed in her mind, and her heart skipped a beat when she realised her body had automatically reacted to her thoughts as she felt slick moistness in between her thighs. She sighed, seemed like she really missed them.

...

A knock on the study room's door momentarily took Roy's attention away from the reports, and he mindlessly spoke. "Come in."

The door opened, and from the sounds of the footsteps approaching him, his stress lifted and the frown on his forehead disappeared. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he placed his own on top of it. "Still working, Roy?"

He turned to face his wife, her hand still in his, and gently tugged her to let her sit on his lap. "Almost done. Go to bed first if you're sleepy, I'll be done in fifteen minutes."

Riza cupped his cheeks when she noticed dark eye circles and pulled his face closer to examine them, using her thumb to caress them soothingly. "Didn't sleep well recently?"

"Just a bit busier than usual." He replied, "It'll be over within this week."

"I see..." She got off his lap, and sat on the sofa next to the desk. "I'll wait."

He nodded with a smile, but within five minutes his frown reappeared as he scanned through the documents and jotted down notes on another sheet of paper. She looked over to him when he let out a sigh, his youthful appearance seemingly aged along with the increasing stress he bore. She raised a brow, what was he working on? She was no longer allowed to look through the reports since she retired from the military, and she secretly felt discontented.

A very unusual idea popped up in her mind, and as if she was no longer in control of her body, she watched and felt herself slowly walk towards her husband.

"Riza? Anything wro–" He cut himself off mid-sentence when she suddenly settled on his lap, wrapping her arms around him. He hitched when she placed featherlight kisses behind his ear and nape, then started to unbutton his sleep shirt.

Unbuttoning the last button, she leant away from his neck to kiss and run her tongue down his toned upper torso. She got off his lap and kneeled in front of him, gently biting his lower abs, before fully averting her attention to his now erected manhood. "Roy..." She sighed, signalling him to lift his hips.

The Führer gulped as he felt the tip of his ears burn, and complied, allowing her to pull his pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles. She took his erection gently and immediately wrapped her mouth around the tip, enticing a grunt from him as she swirled her tongue around it, before she peered up at him and took in more of his length.

He groaned, but unable to look away from her eyes that were filled with desire – something he hadn't seen in what felt like a long time.

She suckled, running her tongue up and down every centimetre of him whilst playing gently with his testes. She felt her heart skip a beat and her womanhood getting wetter as he moaned her name huskily, and she felt his warm palm rest on her head, lightly pulling her mouth closer.

Grinning to herself, she released his manhood and placed a few kisses on his shaft as she asked teasingly. "I hope I've helped a bit with your stress?"

His cheeks were painted rouge and he was already left panting short breaths, and he rasped. "I hate to say this, darling... but your teases are making me more stressed."

"Are you close to coming? Then would you like me to continue like this?" She chuckled, wrapping a hand around his shaft and sliding it vertically at a torturously slow pace, then licked her lips and moved to tease his head with the tip of her tongue. "Or would you prefer me to use my mouth?"

The flustered Führer let out another groan, "For god's sake, Riza, please–"

"Yes? I'm listening." She smiled sweetly, resting her chin on his lap as she watched his face grow redder and he raised a hand to cover his face in embarrassment.

"...M-mouth."

Good boy, she was close to saying, but took his length back into her mouth, closing her eyes as she hummed and suckled, then briefly averted her attention to his testes with her mouth before moving back to his shaft, running her tongue along the slit of his tip.

"Riza, I–" He panted, his whole body tense.

"No worries, Roy..." She said, continuing the motion with her mouth. Though fully prepared, she nearly gasped when he released his load, though she immediately swallowed them all, and gazed into his eyes softly when he wiped her lips gently with his thumb, and tiled her chin up to fully face him.

He fixed his pants before he lifted her up from the ground, settling her on his lap. "Who knew you were such a teasing woman?"

"I'd say it's just a little revenge after all the times you have teased me before, don't you think?" She whispered back, "Though I do hope that it had helped a bit. You seemed very stressed."

Roy smiled. "Thank you, Riza, it sure did help." His smile widened to a smirk as he muttered huskily. "Though I don't think I can focus on the reports anymore."

Riza stifled a gasp when he curled his arms around her back and legs and carried her to the sofa, then placed her down.

He hovered over her whilst being careful not to press any weight to her stomach, and planted kisses from her forehead to her lips, then down to her neck. He slipped a hand down between her legs, stroking her through the fabrics of her underwear and sleep pants, smirking. "I can feel that you're soaking wet already."

She responded with an embarrassed whine, and he quickly and roughly unbuttoned her sleep shirt before dipping down to briefly caress and fondle her ample breasts, then kissed his way down to her belly. He pulled her pants and underwear off her hips and legs, and put them aside.

He grinned, "My turn now, darling."

She shuddered at his boyish grin, feeling her heart beat increase its pace in anticipation and excitement as he parted her legs, continuing his trail of kisses from her inner thigh to her center. Her legs quavered lightly and she let out a moan the instant he latched his mouth to her soft and wet core, enticing him to add more pressure with his tongue.

He rested her legs on his shoulders, his hands firmly gripping them as he continued tasting her. He pressed his tongue against her, lightly intruding the tip of his tongue inside her entrance, and he chuckled to himself when she rested a hand on his head, lightly gripping his hair as she locked her legs around his shoulder, pulling him closer.

Caressing her thighs, he ran his tongue in a circling motion, then a vertical motion, his tongue close to touching her bundle of nerves as he did so, earning an impatient whine and a tug on his hair, and he smirked against her before releasing her legs around his shoulder and pulling away from her womanhood.

"Enjoying yourself up there?" He asked, the devilish smirk hanging on his lips that were coated in her arousals, whilst he caressed her thighs.

"Roy, please..." She begged, her cheeks red as she panted.

He hummed as he dragged a finger across her slit, then inserted it in her. "Would you prefer me to use my hands, or..." He teased whilst inserting another finger and slid them slowly in and out of her, before dipping down to fiddle her erected button with the tip of his tongue. "Or would you prefer my mouth?"

She mentally cursed, resisting the urge to pull his hair, and she gasped another moan when he increased the pace of the thrusting with his fingers, hitting the right spots.

"Yes, darling?" He kissed the surroundings of her clit, but never touching it directly, driving her insane.

"... Both..." She managed, her hands grasping the sofa and her legs trembling.

"Hmm... greedy," He feigned surprise and leant forward, hovering over her and whispered with a grin, "Good girl."

She tried to glare at him, but faltered as he pressed his lips against hers, and she felt her lips melt helplessly against his passionate kiss. She moaned his name as they kissed, and a louder moan ripped out from her throat when he placed his lips back on her clit, teasing with his tongue whilst playing with her soaked entrance with a few fingers.

He suckled on the bud, quickening the pace of his fingers until she cried and her lower body quivered under the pleasure she hadn't felt for three months. Licking her womanhood clean, he kissed her belly and pulled away.

"First orgasm in three months?" He teased, and she huffed.

"Same goes for you, shouldn't it?" She panted back the reply.

"You're right," He said, and helped her sit up, then smirked. "Though I'd like to share another one with you."

She blushed and nodded, quietly murmuring. "The bedroom."

...

The blonde woman hurriedly helped her husband get rid of his pajama pants, nearly heaving a relieved sigh when they were both finally naked. He climbed on the bed, wrapping his arms around her as their lips met for a fervent kiss, and they mutually deepened it as their mouths opened, tangling their tongues together.

"Oh, Roy..." She sighed as they pulled away from the kiss, her eyes staring deeply into his.

Said man took a hand and kissed her palm, then asked with a boyish smirk. "How would you like to do this?"

His eyes widened when he felt himself suddenly fall backwards, and his back landed on the soft yet firm mattress as he watched his wife hover over him and sit on his lap, her wetness smeared on his shaft, returning the smirk. "Let me be on top once in a while."

The grin returned on his lips and he placed his hand on her buttocks, squeezing them. "Don't say it as if I never let you be on top, plus, you seem to enjoy it a lot when I'm on top." He slipped a hand to rub her clit with a finger, his grin turning wolfish when she bit her lip. "Perhaps the strict and stoic hawk's eye secretly wanted to be dominated in bed."

"Or perhaps it's just that I didn't want to hurt your pride." She sighed in pleasure as she slowly took him in, moaning as she sank deeper, and bashfully spoke. "Feels like you've gotten a bit bigger."

"I can't tell if you're demeaning or boosting my ego, darling." Roy joked, and grunted when she moved slightly. "God, Riza, you're so tight."

She started off by rocking her hips slowly, biting her lip to muffle the moans as she manoeuvred his rock-hard length to hit the right spots, and she gradually increased her pace as she rested her hands beside his head, allowing her hips to do the work.

He heaved sighs and managed a grin. "Forgive me for this one time, darling."

Just when she wanted to question him, she interrupted her own thoughts and the words about to come out with a loud moan as he gripped her cheeks and thrusted up, deeper into her. She gasped in between her broken moans and his continuous thrusts, "I thought I–ah, I was being in charge..."

He shot her a wink, "Sorry."

She matched his upward thrusts as she pounced, their bedroom filled with sounds of skin-slap-skin and their moans and groans. She laced her fingers in his, crossing their fingers and tightly holding each other's hands as waves of pleasure rushed through.

"Roy," She cried, and he grunted as she squeezed him. "I– I'm..."

"Come, Riza." He moaned back, "Come for me."

They rocked their hips against each other's, grinding until they both met their highs, and they slowed down their pace as they rode out the orgasm, his seeds spilling inside her as her inside twitched.

Pulling out, she laid down beside him as she panted, then leant over to kiss him. "I need another shower now."

"How does a bath sound?"

She raised a brow, "Don't tell me you're planning to go for round two in the bathtub."

He chuckled, and touched her sensitive entrance, inserting a digit and enticing a shaky moan. "Round three in the bathtub, and round two here as we wait for the water to fill."

Slapping his hand away, she sat up. "I don't think I would want to get rough in the bathroom, and I don't think I have the stamina to do it again now."

He pouted, "Riza..."

"Though a bath does sound nice before bed," She turned to him, "We're not doing it inside though."

"Yes, ma'am." He sighed as he got off the bed, and smiled down at her. "I'll go prepare the bath. Lavender?"

She returned the smile and the kiss as he pressed his lips against hers. "Yes please, thank you Roy."

A/N: Quite a fluffy and steamy chapter? Riza is more than one-third through her pregnancy, and her cravings officially begins ;) Though she still has a long way to go.

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