At 11:00 am, Roy and Riza's train entered Central City's train station.
"Do you see your Aunt or one of your sisters anywhere?" Riza asked him.
"Nah. She's not expecting me to arrive for another hour or so. I told her I was gonna leave your house at six am, and we left before then. Do you wanna explore Central or go straight to her bar?"
"I'd rather go straight there and get everything over and done with."
"I understand. Do you wanna walk or do you want me to hail a cab?"
"I don't mind walking." Riza shrugged casually.
Madam Christmas' Bar was located in a corner on the lower side of Central City, a roughly thirty minute walk from the stain. On the outside it wasn't much. Roy and everyone from her minuscule hometown who'd ever visited the capital had made all the buildings seem huge and grand. But Roy's childhood... home... seemed no more extravagant then the pub in her own town had.
"It's... not what I was expecting..." Riza told him.
"What were you expecting?" He asked, an eyebrow raised up.
"For it to look... gaudy..." she said simply. Roy let out a bark of a laugh as he opened the front door, walking inside with Riza behind him.
"Roy's back!" A woman with long sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, not much older then her and Roy, said happily from behind the bar, her face turning towards the closed door in the far corner of the bar.
"Nice to see you again Vanessa." Roy grinned, waving at her.
'Oh so she's Vanessa.' Riza thought.
He'd mentioned lots of his "sisters" over the years, but the main two had been Vanessa and Madeline.
And then Vanessa saw Riza standing behind him.
Gasping, Vanessa rushed towards the door to open it, revealing a set of stairs going up.
"Roy brought home a girl!" She shrieked happily, turning towards her foster brother and his guest.
"Hope you like hugs. Because you're going to get about a dozen of them." Roy whispered, informing Riza of her fate.
She gulped as Vanessa grabbed her arm, pulling her out from behind Roy, holding her cheeks in her hands as she examined the nervous teenager.
"You must be Riza." Vanessa cooed, pronouncing her name with an i sound instead of an e sound.
"Riza." She said, correcting the pronunciation.
"Oh Gosh. I'm so sorry!"
"It's okay."
Before anymore conversation could be had, half a dozen young woman had entered the bar from the steps, all varying in hair and eye colors, heights, and bust sizes. The only commonality they had that Riza saw was that they were all skinny and very, very pretty.
And they all had the same opinion on Riza.
"Roy! She's so adorable!" They all shrieked, each and every single one of them pulling Riza into a bear hug, their various perfumes overwhelming her.
"Nice of you to tell me you were coming home early, Roy-boy." A gruff voice sounded off in the main room of the bar.
Riza looked up and saw a heavy set woman, around her Father's age if not older, with long dark hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. She had a mole on her makeup covered face, a cigarette held between two sharp manicured nails, and a dress that showed more cleavage then Riza had to offer.
"Hey Ma!" Roy waved at her, grinning sheepishly.
"Don't call me Ma. Makes me sound old." She grunted, eyeing Riza up and down, smirking at the teenager who was visibly nervous in her presence.
"Huh. You know your earlier letters said she gave you the impression of a kicked puppy. Now I understand why." Chris shrugged, taking a drag of her cigarette.
"Aunt Chris, me and Riza need to speak to you. In private." Roy informed her, his tone telling her this was serious.
"Alright." Chris said, walking back up the stairs as her nephew and his friend followed her.
"You girls better behave yourselves!" She yelled over her shoulder.
"Yes Ma'am!"
The three walked up the stairs in silence, the top of the stairs leading to a hallway with lots of doors, each door having a plaque with name on it. Vanessa... Madeline... Sherri... Lola... Tammy... Jennifer... Brittany... Riza read all the names, wondering if the doors without names were empty bedrooms or a different type of room. They walked to the end of the hallway, Chris unlocking a the doorknob so they could enter, shutting it once Riza entered.
"Should've known you'd bring home a stray." Chris scoffed, shaking her head at Roy.
"Half my girls downstairs are here because Roy felt sympathy for them and told them about my place." She said to Riza, offering her a small smile to the visibly terrified girl.
"How old are you again, sweetie? Not entirely sure when your birthday is."
"I just turned fifteen a few weeks ago."
"You're not the youngest girl I've taken in. Not by a long shot."
"I don't care what you say Aunt Chris. She's not going back there." Roy said sternly, crossing his arms.
"Thatisn't your decision to make." She said gruffly, before turning back to Riza.
"Are you happy at home with your Dad, little girl?" Chris questioned her.
"If I was, I wouldn't be here Ma'am." Riza said honestly, deciding right then and there that she wouldn't mention Roy's threat to kill her Father unless he did first.
"Your old man as bad as Roy made him seem in his letters?"
Riza gulped, turning to face Roy.
"Might as well show her now & get it over with." Roy sighed, locking the door so none of the others could barge inside.
Chris looked at him with confusion, but was even more confused when she saw Riza sit on her bed and remove her sweater, shielding her breasts with her arms.
"It is on her back." He hissed angrily.
Cocking an eyebrow up, the middle aged woman walked around to view Riza's back, gasping in shock at what she saw.
"What... what is this?" She asked, her question more directed towards her nephew instead of the girl who had the answers to any questions she might've had.
"I don't know. I saw it early this morning and I saw red. I helped her pack her things while her Dad was still asleep and we left." Roy told her.
"How did Roy see it?"
"He didn't knock when he came to my room to say goodbye, walked in on me getting dressed." Riza said, eyes cast down at the floor.
"You're an idiot." She snapped at her nephew, before standing back up.
"What even is this tattoo of?" Chris asked, turning back to Riza.
"The secrets to Flame Alchemy..." she said lowly.
"Oh my God." Roy groaned, face in his hands.
"He tattooed fucking alchemy research notes on his prepubescent daughter." He spat.
His Aunt sighed, deciding right then and there that the best place for this girl was here with her, Roy, and her girls. But she still had a few more questions for her.
"Now tell me, Riza, what are the chances of your Father waltzing into my bar in the next day or two to drag you back home? Because my girls and I will fight tooth and nail to keep you here, but I need to know if we have to be prepared."
"I highly doubt that'll happen. He doesn't have the address to this place, and I only told him that I'm from the Central part of Amestris, not Central City. That and he doesn't leave his study for days at a time." Roy scoffed.
"He doesn't even know what day it is half the time, I could barely get him to eaton most days. By the time he figures out I'm gone, he won't even know where to start looking." Riza mumbled.
"And that's assuming he even cares enough to look." Roy added.
"Well it's settled then. Before Roy leaves in a few days, he'll help you settle in one of the empty rooms. Can you cook?"
"Yeah, but only those with a death wish would willingly eat it." Roy smirked.
"I knowI raised you better then that, boy!" His aunt snapped at him.
"I'd be insulted, but that's honestly an accurate description of my cooking." Riza said, shrugging her shoulders.
"If that's the case, then you can help Nessa with laundry duty."
xXxXxXx
Despite practically mauling her with hugs when she arrived, Roy's sisters pretty much left her to herself to get settled on her first day in their home, which Riza was extremely greatful for.
The room Madam Christmas had given her was small, six by eight, with the only furniture being a double bed, night table, desk, small bookcase, and a wardrobe. The floors were a dark walnut color, the walls a plain white color, with a single small window was on the wall opposite of the door.
It was small and dark, and made Riza feel more at home then her larger, well light bedroom back at her Father's home had ever made her feel.
"I know it's pretty boring, but Christmas makes the empty rooms basic, it allows the girls to decorate however they want." Roy told her, standing in the doorway.
"I actually really like it." Riza smiled, as she began taking out the small knick knacks and books from her school bag to decorate the shelves and desk with them.
"Are there any hangers in the wardrobe?" She asked him.
"There should be, assuming one of the girls didn't take them. They do that all the time. Which reminds me, I need to go see if I still have mine." Roy said, quickly ducking out of her door to enter his room across the hallway.
"Oh come on!" He groaned loudly.
"Which one of you took all of my hangers!" He yelled, stomping down the hallway, his footsteps drowning out the sounds of Riza's giggles.
She couldn't help the feeling that swelled in her chest when she thought of Roy. He had done so much for her in the last twenty four hours, and she had no idea how to repay him. The only thing she'd ever had of any sort of value had been her virginity, and she had given that to him willingly. Roy was, for the last three years of her life, her only friend since her friend Abby from school died from pneumonia when they were seven, and the only source of kindness she'd experienced in her childhood home her entire life.
Riza doubted she would've survived her teenage years if Roy hadn't been there.
xXxXxXx
At six pm that night, Madam Christmas' Bar opened, and Roy's sisters, all of which were over the age of eighteen, started their shift, serving drinks, taking food orders, and flirting with the men who entered the establishment.
Riza sat quietly on her bed, reading a book. She barely got into the first chapter, before the door opened, Roy stepping inside, the door clicking shut behind him.
"Hello." She said smiling at him.
"Hey."
"What's your Aunt doing?" Riza asked him.
"Bartending."
"For how long?"
"All night. Or at least until two am. Why...?" Roy asked, growing confused at her questions.
"Lock the door." Riza ordered, biting her bottom lip.
"Riza. We can't." Roy groaned.
"Why not? Everyone is downstairs. We were quiet last night, we can be quiet now. You know you want to." She cooed.
"If my aunt finds out she'll slaughter me! She will chop up into tiny little pieces and hide me in the wal-" Roy's ramblings were cut off when something landed on his shoulder. He stopped, taking the object off his shoulder and examining them, his jaw dropping when he figured out what it was.
Riza's panties.
"Pretty please Roy?" Riza begged, sitting on the edge of her bed and opening her legs as wide as her skirt would allow.
Roy just stared at her, weighting over the pros and cons of her request, feeling his cock twitch in his pants. Both of his heads were fighting over the what the rest of his body was going to do.
In the end, the head in his trousers won.
Roy turned and with a flick of his wrist, her bedroom door was locked. Riza got off of her new bed, went over to him and kissed him squarely on the mouth, jumping up and wrapping her legs tightly around his hips.
"Christ you are a fast learner." Roy groaned between kisses, wrapping his arms under her ass to keep her 's only response was to laugh.
"But seriously Reez, we need to be quickand we really need to be quiet. We'll be lucky if only get fifteen minutes before Christmas sends up one of the girls to go looking for me. Or worst, comes looking herself." Roy told her, walking towards her bed.
"I can live with fifteen minutes." Riza moaned, trailing kisses along his neck, grinding her center into his hard on, earning a groan from him.
Roy laid her down at the foot of her bed, her butt on the edge of the bed while her legs hung off the end. He pushed her skirt up to her hips, before sinking a single finger inside of her to test her wetness, groaning when he discovered she was soaking.
"Oh God." She moaned. "Roy. Take your pants off."
"Riza, this is only your second time. We don't need to jump in so fast-"
"Roy Mustang. I'm wet, you're hard, and we have a limited time window. Now shut up, drop your pants, and fuck me!" She snarled.
Roy smirked at her, licking his lips. "Gone is the shy girl who grew up at the Hawkeye Manor, huh?" He said, unzipping his pants and removing cock.
"Gladly." She moaned, arching her back as he sheathed himself inside of her in one harsh thrust.
While the first time they were together could be considered love making, the second time around was straight up fucking. Roy was not being gentle in the slightest and Riza was loving every second of it.
"Ohh fuck." She moaned, his nails digging into hips as he pounded into her. Roy's goal was to make them both cum as quickly as possible. The sooner they finished, the less likely Christmas or one of the girls were going to catch them.
"Goddamn." He grunted through his teeth, as he felt Riza's walls pulsed around him.
He was able to thrust inside of her once... twice... threemore times before spilling himself inside of her once more, both of them gasping and moaning as they came down from their shared high.
Roy pulled out of her, groaning softly when he saw his cum leak out of her for the second time in twenty four hours.
"Someone enjoys watching their seed spill out of me." Riza smirked, chuckling as Roy's face turned red.
"We can'tdo this again before I leave. I'm serious Riza. We can't." He told her as he pulled up his pants and handed her her underwear.
"I know." She said with a shrug.
She pulled her panties back on and stood up, readjusting her skirt and straightening out the comforter she had been provided, thankful that the material was white. Less likely for anyone to notice any stains. She wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning up to kiss him softly on the lips.
"Hey, Roy?"
"Yes?"
"Do you... do you want me to wait for you? While you're gone?" Riza asked softly, eyes glancing down at their feet.
Roy's eyebrows shot up, a small smile gracing his lips.
"Of course I do. But..." he said, trailing off.
"But?"
"Only if it's what you want. I don't want to force you to wait for me if it's not what you want." Roy told her, wrapping his arms around her.
"If I didn't want to wait for you, I wouldn't have brought it up." Riza smirked, smiling as they shared another kiss.