Guyssssss. One sin left! Excitement is running through me, but at the same time I'm almost a little sad...BUT fear not! After the Seven Deadly Sins there will be a new Royai story...so yeah. Check it out when it happens! Hope you enjoy this, by the way it is M-RATED. So all you little children shade your eyes.
Lust
They had never really gotten past the door. Roy would always stay on step below the landing, rocking on the balls of his feet, Riza unlocking the door. He was there to walk her home, to make sure she got home safe. Only on Fridays was he allowed to enter her home at night. It was a Saturday he made it past the door. Their feverish glances and occasional unprofessional touches had finally gotten into his head. He had let out his demons, his eyes almost losing. That's when he said it. It was his fault, she kept getting hurt because of him. That she was taken from him by Bradley, and they were both stuck. Neither one knew what to say. A loud smack echoed. It was the only thing Riza knew. She had hit him harder than planned, but it was painful to see the hurt in him, to see that he blamed himself for any injury she had ever acquired. He was shocked for a second before catching Riza's hand in his own. He pulled her into him, only familiar with the feeling of folding into him when she was a child. Curling her arms into his chest, she let him touch her, pressing against her lower back.
He smelled like ash and flesh and whiskey. She thought she hated the smell of him, but it somehow drew her in. Always. It was then that he bent, pressing his lips against her temple. It was unknown boundaries.
"What are we going to do?" He had whispered. He was depending on her certainty, on her strength that had always pushed him to do the right things-
"I don't know…What can we do?" She had nuzzled her nose against his throat, bringing her arms around his neck. Her eyes were closed, her face not particularly sad, but the closest he'd seen her to happy in a long time. He bent, pressing a kiss onto her lips. It was soft and gentle, and everything she didn't know him to be. He took her face in his hands, unclipping her hair so he could run his fingers through the thin strands. And he kissed her again, pressing her against the hard wood of the door, jabbing small splinters into her back. But she didn't care. The feeling of Roy's lips against her own made her body ache with a longing she had never felt with any other man-not that she had ever really loved any other man-but Roy had stolen her, completely.
His breaths were heavy ghosts upon her skin, leaving a hotness that caused her own to become weighted with each kiss he laid. It was as though her breath stuck within her body, and each breath taken was one less than she needed. And yet, there was still urgency for privacy, it was just a dismal nagging in Riza's mind that they needed to get out of plain sight. That even though she was being shielded by Roy's body-which was ever more distracting-she knew they needed to stop. She knew this was against regulation. She knew but she wouldn't stop.
Grabbing for the cold door handle, she twisted it, feeling the waft of air inside on her fingertips. Hooking her fingers in his lapels, they stumbled backwards, his foot wrapping around the door, closing it. She could feel her body heating up, her heartbeat speeding as she felt his lips on her jaw, traveling down to her neck, before he moved back up, holding her face steady with his hands.
"I-"But Roy cut her off, pressing hard, and pushing her against the door again. Riza, caught up in his passion, pushed his greatcoat back over his shoulders, tearing the fabric away from his chest, taking no care of the carefully placed golden buttons. She may have torn off one or two, but she didn't care. She wanted him; he wanted her.
Roy picked her up as her legs wrapped around his waist. The friction caused him to groan into her mouth. Their kisses were becoming sloppy, both were distracted by the other's feverish touches that were turning into lingering caresses. Roy's hands were ice against her skin as he pulled away her coat, pushing the black turtleneck up to her collarbone, not wanting to break away from her lips.
"Mphf," Roy groaned again, unfastening Riza's pants with one hand, the other held her against him. She broke away, pulling the useless shirt off, throwing it in a pile with Roy's greatcoat. And before she knew it they were in a heap on her bed, Roy's shirt removed, his belt dangling from its loops.
"Are we really doing this?"Riza was pressed into the mattress, her hay-blonde hair splayed behind her. Her fingers inched slowly from his solid chest, softly running along the muscle until she traced his collarbone and moved to touch his hair. She had never looked at Roy this way. He was no longer just attractive, but handsome in the most terrifying way. Not at all how she had seen him before.
He had the look of a foreigner. Not quite like the round eyed, fair-haired people of Amestris. His almond eyes were more dramatic against his pale skin, the black of his hair looking much darker than it would have. And it seemed almost impossible to pick out his pupils from his irises. Those blackened eyes were like pits, black holes that were almost unreadable. Almost. She could see underneath his blackened wall he put up, screening others from seeing his vulnerabilities and fears. But she could see them, could see that he was the same man he was when she was a child. Arching her body towards him, she connected their lips once again, her skin sliding on his. Gooseflesh rose on her milky skin as he lingered for a moment before sitting up to remove her boots, as well as his own, stripping them of their socks and pulled away his pants.
"Is this really what you want?" Riza held her arms out, inviting him into her embrace, kissing him passionately before he broke away.
"I-" she stuttered,"I want this. I want you." The latter became a whisper as he ran his cool hands up and over her stomach, causing the gooseflesh to return. Roy's hands moved swiftly over her, reaching to her back as he tried desperately to unclasp her bra. She pushed his hands away, almost laughing that the always-confident man had shaking hands and wobbly knees. She pushed the lame fabric away from her shoulder, feeling a little embarrassment at being bare in front of her long-time friend and subordinate. But the thought fled from her when he spoke.
"You're beautiful." And her cheeks flushed as he pulled her close, running his hands along her body, carefully as though she was fragile. She pulled him closer, urgency back in her movements, and she ripped away the fabric in between them, feeling the lust in her heart aflame. Her body was hot, perspiration collected on the curve of her hips, and Roy's own body was slick with sweat and salt and the aroma of him. It was overwhelming. His lips burned against her skin, lingering for a second on her breast where the curved flesh curtained her heart. Her breath caught before she pulled him up to her lips, wanting to feel him on her again. They were a tangle of flesh now, each one getting impatient for the other. Fabric littered the ground, Riza felt Roy's breath against her neck before he entered her, before the pleasure of flesh upon flesh became painful with the feeling of becoming one. His body shivered with the sharp cry she had let out, and he kept whispering apologies in her ear until she quieted him with a string of kisses that made her body tremble.
He pressed against her, beginning to move slowly. Riza bit her lip, tightening her grip around his neck, her knees turning into his lean hips. He stopped. The fear evident in his eyes. She was losing him; he was afraid to hurt her. She was fragile to him, and he knew he was holding her. Not just her body but the very presence of her, the woman he loved. The woman he would never think of living without. It was then it hit her, she was his most precious person, his life, as much as he was hers. She pulled him back, a kiss reassuring him. And he was. She held him taut, keeping her face buried in his shoulder, her knees felt his muscles move back and forth as he turned her pain to pleasure.
His breath was heavy in her hair when she felt the first piercing shot of ecstasy nagging at her lungs, closing off her airways, seizing her body, threatening to send her body and mind over the edge. She wanted to feel him moving against her forever, always above her, keeping her safe, keeping her warm. He was her protector, the holder of her innocence and maturity. He was always there.
She gasped again, this time her head blanked, making it impossible to think about his ribs, chaffing her breasts, or the deep, soft moans escaping him. She didn't notice her labored breathing, or her wandering hands as she tried desperately to hold on, to grip him, and she found his shoulders, bracing herself against him as she soared. His lips automatically traveled to hers like second-nature, and her body lurched beneath him.
"I love you," Roy had gasped, and Riza fell even deeper into her lust, so much farther in love with Roy. Because she couldn't lie to herself anymore, not now. Now that he had captured her, touched her, made love to her. His body was moving faster now, and she moved her own to match his pace, to keep her body aflame. His hands explored her, holding her firmly. Her body trembled, the white-hot feeling from before engulfing her entire body as her chest heaved, searching for air that couldn't be found. And Roy was in the back of her mind, the feeling of his breath burning her skin as he too felt the pleasure, and the deep grumble escaping his throat vibrated on her before they collapsed upon each other, holding the other closer than ever imagined.
His body was no longer overwhelming, no longer overbearing. No, he was comfortable now, and Riza felt her heart rate slowing, trying to beat normally, but she couldn't grasp the feeling of calm when he was beside her like this, tucking away her hair and touching her prominent collarbone ever so softly but with enough pressure to make her feel grounded. He was everything. He had always been everything. Her past, her present, her future. His dreams were her dreams. They always had been. Riza pulled herself onto him, leaving her head on his chest, contented to hear the pitter-patter of his heartbeat as he relaxed into her.
"Riza…" He had whispered to her in their silence. She moved so that her head rested on the pillow next to him, letting his black eyes search her carmine ones.
"Roy..." She smiled gently, her short fingernails raking back his unkempt hair before she gave him a peck. She felt her eyes slowly closing, struggling to keep her eyes open to watch his own eyes closing.
