Riza paces back and forth I her room, "Fuck… Fuck! Why the hell did I do that?" She said to herself, growing more angry with what she had done. "I just fucking walked out, brilliant, just brilliant!" She continued. She calmed down a bit when her anger faded into sadness. She sat at the end of her bed and took a moment to think. Drowning in thoughts she flopped backwards and is now laying down. "How am I going to face her again" sadness and worry laced her words. "What is wrong with me?" She asked as she gave a heavy sigh.
The next morning came slowly as both Riza and Oliver didn't get much sleep. It was the day of the mission. Riza has been thinking about this mission all night.
Oliver is in her office. She's been doing work all night. It's 5am and the sun doesn't rise for another hour. Riza and the mission team prepare for their hike to the base area near the Drachman camp. Half an hour to go and Oliver makes her way to where the mission team are. Her hearts pounding knowing she's going to have to see Riza again. She keeps a hard and cold exterior but inside she was all over the place. She never felt like this before. It's a mix between guilt, sadness, and nervousness. No matter what she may be feeling on the inside she cannot show it, as she feels that a strong leader should always have a clear rational head. To command her soldiers without regrets. However she couldn't help but feel a sick feeling at the base of her stomach. The seven soldiers stood and gave a salute to their commanding officer as she walked into the room, Riza included. Riza maintained her composure but her eyes kept looking away, unable to look at the elder blonde. She felt the same way as Oliver however with more guilt and anger. She was angry with herself for running and guilty for leaving Oliver with no explanation. But how could she tell her?
Oliver stood in front of the seven soldiers and explained a few things before they left. "As there are eight of us on this mission I expect that it goes smoothly. You have all had the right training for this, and I know it has been cut short but we have to move now to be one step ahead of them. You'll be in pairs as there are four tents. One of you will be carrying the tent and food supplies, the other will be carrying the first aid kit and the weapons needed for this mission." Her voice cold and stern, showing no emotion. "Any questions before we leave?" She asked. She was met with silence. "Ok then let's go"
It took them 12 hours to reach the base area and throughout the whole journey Riza and Oliver never spoke a word to each other. Riza also tried her best not to make eye contact with the other blonde, but sometimes their eyes would meet and she would just look away. With guilt and sadness building up I her eyes. When they reached the area the pairs split up and set up their tents. The team split up to make them less obvious, having four tents all next to each other would looks suspicious if found.
Riza put up the tent as Oliver went through one of the bags for food. It was all in the form of bars, and all high in nutrients and flavourless. They couldn't start a fire as it would give away their position. Riza finished putting up the tent and started moving the bags inside. Oliver was looking over the mission map to double check the positioning. She was only checking the map because she wasn't ready to face Riza. Riza was also dreading this part of the mission, she knew it was going to be awkward but the worst thing that had been bugging her for the last 12 hours was not know how Oliver felt. She always had a straight, stern expression which she just couldn't crack.
As night fell, the two blondes sat in their cold tent with only an oil lamp illuminating the inside. They ate their tasteless meal in silence and after only making light conversation about the mission the next day. "So, erm, what's with the turtle neck?" Oliver asked suddenly out of topic. The question had been nibbling her brain since the first few times they met.
Riza slightly set back from the question answered "Well ermm," their was a small pause as she was thinking of a reason. 'Shit what do I say. I can't tell her about my back' she thought. 'Ohh wait,' "It covers a scar on my neck, you know from the promised day, I don't really like people looking at it so I cover it"
The ice between them broke a little as they felt more comfortable in each other's presence. "Ohh, why don't you like people looking at it?" Oliver asked bluntly, but trying her best to be caring.
"I dunno, I guess I feel that people may find it ugly" she looked away, sadness building in her eyes.
"Well if it makes you feel any better, I have my fair share of scars. But they just show people what I've been through, it shows them that I'm strong. Strong enough to get these wounds and push through the pain and carry on." Oliver sat their shocked at what just had just come out of her mouth. But seeing Riza still looking quite sad, she slowly moved closer and gently pinched Riza's chin with her thumb and her knuckle and slowly lifted Riza's head to look at her. Riza looked at Oliver. She hasn't seen this side of her before. The open, caring Oliver. She just wanted to tell her everything but she's too scared.
Oliver leant to kiss the younger blonde, stopping just centimetres away. Waiting for Riza to make her move, to kiss her or to turn away. Just when Oliver was beginning to doubt, Riza leant forward and started to kiss the blonde. Oliver's hand caressed Riza's soft cheek as their kiss deepened. Oliver slowly moved from Riza's lips to her neck pulling down part of her turtle neck to expose the scar on her neck. She gently kisses it causing Riza to heavily exhale. "It's beautiful" Oliver said after coming away and kissing Riza on the lips, the kiss was small and short. "Goodnight Riza" Oliver said as she laid down to go to sleep.
"Goodnight" Riza said quietly as she too laid down to go to sleep.
The following morning came surprisingly quickly. As the two blondes woke, they found themselves holding each other in their arms. Riza didn't move, as Oliver's right leg was wrapped over the top of Riza's. The younger blonde could feel the other woman's perfectly sized breasts on her back and her arm laced round her waist. Riza had to admit she loved this. She wanted to make this moment last, as she is experiencing Oliver's softer side once again. These moments don't come by often and Riza wasn't going to ruin it. Oliver woke a few moments later. Quite startled at the position she woke up in. She quickly moved herself off of Riza. "S-Sorry about that" Oliver apologised.
"Don't be, it's ok" Riza reassured her.
The team didn't waist time in packing up and heading out once more to complete the mission. The walk to the Drachman Camp was quicker and easier, they left the tents and unnecessary equipment at this base area and only carried their weapons. Two hours into their walk they reached the enemy camp. Without any words exchanged the mission team placed themselves in various spots around the camp, undetected. The six soldiers blocked off any possible route of escape, Riza was placed up high on a pile of snow covered rocks. Clear view of the whole camp, providing backup when needed. While Oliver being Oliver, she was to walk into the camp to try and 'reason' with them. She wanted to hear what they had to say. About her and the treaty.
Once everyone was in position Oliver walk right into the middle of the camp. About ten enemy soldiers surrounded her. 'She's crazy' Riza thought. "Well now I see why it's taking so long. Making all of these preparations before your visit. I was starting to wonder when we were going to see you again" she said in a cocky, sarcastic way as she turned to face the camp leader.
"Now, now what do we have here, huh? A stray Bitch" he said.
"Tch" Oliver gave him a smirk, fire in her eyes. "Ohh so it looks like you have balls afte-" Oliver's sentence was cut short by the sound of a gun. She turned round to see a man dead on the floor with a knife in his hand just inches away from her. Riza noticed that the camp leader gave a small signal to the men to attack. Once Oliver realised what was going on she drew her sword and charged at the leader. Surprisingly light on her feet as she twisted and turned, dodging the mans counter attacks. The rest of the enemy soldiers were being taken care of by the six ground soldiers. Riza shooting anyone they had missed, but also keeping an eye on Oliver.
Riza assessed the situation and thought the ground team was doing fine without her help and adjusted her position slightly to give Oliver support. Unknown to Riza that her slight movement was spotted. Oliver still fighting with the camp leader, she didn't expect him to be any good at close combat and was struggling a little. That's when Riza shot the man in the arm. Consumed by pain the man lets his guard down, which gave Oliver a small window to attack.
Her sword covered in a deep red and the man lying dead on the floor in front of her. His blood contrasting with the white snow, it's warmth melting it. She looked up to Riza to give her a smile, a look to say thank you and excellent job. But all her expression dropped and her face went blank as she saw drips of red coming from her position on the rocks. In a blind panic she sprints across the camp, where the ground team were still fighting, but winning easily. 'FUCK! Please be ok Riza please' she thought as she was running towards the blonde. When she reached Riza there was a man laying in a sea of red. Riza had shot him. His blood flowing down the side of the rock. 'Thank fuck' she thought and sighed in relief.
Riza sat there against a rock, Oliver had noticed Riza was holding her shoulder. "Your hurt?!" Oliver asked but it sounded more like a statement. Gunfire stopped and a soldier from the mission team shouted up at Oliver.
"Mission success. All enemies killed, I'm calling in the clean up squad!"
Oliver looked down from the rocks and nodded her head. She looked back at Riza who was now standing up. Oliver opened her mouth to say something to the blonde but was interrupted. "It's just a scratch. I'm fine" Riza said as she let go of her bloody shoulder and grabbed her gun with her now bloody hand. She walked past Oliver and walked down to meet with the rest of the team. Oliver flowing close behind. They all had their fair share of injuries but nothing to serious.
They walked back to their base area where they left their tents that morning. The walk took a bit longer as they were exhausted. It took them three hours and was now late afternoon. The team put up their tents again to leave for Briggs the following morning. As soon as their tents were up they took care of their injuries, each cleaning and binding their wounds. Oliver and Riza done this in their tent as Riza's wound was in an awkward place. She needed to take her top off in order to clean it and didn't want to do it I front of the men. Oliver had a small cut on the top of her thigh, slightly to the side, where she got caught by the camp leaders blade. Oliver ignored it as she was more focuses on Riza's injury. The bullet went straight through Riza's shoulder, just beneath her collar bone leaving and entrance and exit wound. The bleeding had stopped but it needed to be throughly cleaned to prevent infection.
"You need to take off your top so I can clean your wound" Oliver said bluntly and she looked through the first aid kit for what she needed.
Riza was reluctant about taking her top off, any wrong movements could expose her back. But she couldn't clean her wound herself, so she complied with Oliver's request and carefully took her top off. Leaving her in a bra. Her shoulder was covered in blood. "Has it gone straight through your shoulder?" Oliver asked. Riza took her opposite hand and felt the back of her injured shoulder, she quivered in pain.
"Yes" she answered and she brought her hand away.
"OK, lay down" Oliver said opening a bottle of disinfectant to clean Riza's wound with. "This is going to be rather painful, I won't lie to you" she said pouring the liquid on a clean cloth. Gently wiping the blood off of her shoulder before cleaning the wound itself. Riza shivered as it was cold on her skin. Then all of a sudden a wave of intense pain took over her senses as the liquid was poured into her wound. Scrunching up her face and gritting her teeth trying not to scream in pain. Riza's body shook as she was fighting the urge to stop Oliver.
Riza body relaxed as she passed out due to the immense pain. Oliver thought that this was a good thing, knowing that she doesn't have to hold back and can now clean Riza's wound without causing her anymore pain. She was finished cleaning the front of Riza's injury when Oliver had to move to the exit wound. She stood up and grabbed the unconscious blonde. Carefully turning her over, unaware of what she was going to discover.
Oliver's eyes widened and her lips came apart as her jaw dropped slightly. "Shit" was all Oliver said. However her mind was running wild. 'What? That tattoo, the scars? Why would she want to hide it from me? Was this the reason she left that night? Did she not want me to see it? Should I look at it some more?... I better not, I don't think she'll appreciate it.' All of these questions where dancing through her head. She shook her head and stepped out of her trance. Focused on just the exit wound and the exit wound only. After the wound was all cleaned Oliver took the bandage from the kit and wrapped it around Riza's shoulder. She then turn Riza back over again and placed a blanket over the top of her.
Riza woke up half and hour later. Oliver was cleaning her injury on her leg and didn't notice that Riza had woken up. Riza seeing the bandage on her shoulder, she knew Oliver had seen her back she was so adamant to hide. "You saw didn't you?" Riza said in a slow and sad tone that was laced with worry.
Oliver looked up. "Ohh good your awake, how are you feeling?" She asked not hearing Riza's question.
Riza didn't respond to the elder blondes question. Riza looked up and looked Oliver in the eyes. "You saw, didn't you?" Riza repeated herself, sounding more worried.
"Yes" was all Oliver said. Riza looked down, 'That's just fucking brilliant isn't it' she said in her mind. Fearing that Oliver was disgusted by her back, she prepared herself for rejection.
"Riza" Oliver spoke quietly, still looking down, she was angry and you could hear it in her voice. Riza looked at the elder blonde, worried and scared of what she was going to say, she could tell she was angry but wasn't sure who it was directed at. Riza sat up. She didn't reply, she didn't want to. "Who did this to you? The tattoo? The scars?" Silence fell again. "Don't tell me…" Riza looked at her confused. Oliver looked up and looked straight into Riza's amber coloured eyes. "Don't tell me this was Mustangs doing" Riza was shocked at what she said.
"No, no it's not like that, I.. Ermm" Riza cut herself short. Trying to gather her thoughts, thinking carefully about what she was going to say. Riza paused and sighed heavily as she closed her eyes, thinking. Oliver just sat there looking at the younger female. 'Well I might as well tell her' Riza thought. She trusted her, she knew Oliver wasn't the type of person to gossip or even share a personal conversation with anyone for that matter. "When I was younger my father studied flame alchemy, Roy was his apprentice but he left to join the military when he was old enough. My father grew more obsessed and wanted to protect his research, knowing how powerful flame alchemy can be. He…" Riza choked on her words slightly "He tattooed his research on my back when I was fifteen. I never wanted him to but he held me down, saying this is the only way to protect my precious research... I joined the military soon after his death." Oliver sat there her eyes wide taking it all in.
"And the scars?" Oliver asked politely.
"After the Ishvalan war Roy found me. He was actually quite shocked to see me. We hadn't seen each other in years. Anyway, knowing how much destruction and devastation flame alchemy had caused I didn't want anyone else to know it. So… I asked Roy to burn my back. To detach me from the burden my father placed upon me. And yes he did say no, even after I begged him countless times. He only agreed to do it after I said, if you don't do it I'll find another way to remove it. So he did. I owe Roy my life, he released me from my fathers burden, I was able to live as the real me and not as my fathers legacy." Riza looked at Oliver, she was shocked at her whole story. Riza wasn't able to figure out her what she was thinking. It was just a blank expression. "I ermm, I also lied to you" Oliver snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Riza, as if to say continue. "That's the real reason I wear turtle necks. It's because it covers part of my neck, I'm sorry. I panicked".
"No. I'm sorry you had to live through that. You really are the strongest woman I've ever known" there was a pause before Oliver started again. "Is that why you left that night?" Oliver's voice was soft, and caring. Riza nodded her head embarrassed.
"I've been rejected and called ugly too many times, I couldn't bare the thought of you doing the same" Riza explained.
Oliver moved forward and placed her hands on the sides of Riza's neck. Her fingers just under her ears and her thumbs stroking her cheeks. She was close enough to see her own reflection in her eyes. "Your beautiful. Scars, tattoos, they tell a story. Yours may not be a happy one, but that story made you who you are today. The person I… err, I fell erm... for" Oliver's cheeks went bright red. Riza could feel the heat coming from the blondes face as she was struggling to speak. It was extremely rare to hear Oliver lost for words and seeing her blush this much, and Riza wanted to savour the moment.
Riza leant in and kissed Oliver softly. This kiss was short and sweet, Riza spoke as she came away for the other pair of lips "I know… I fell for you too" she gave a warm smile then leaned in for a more passionate and deeper kiss. Riza crawled forward pushing Oliver backwards onto her elbows to prop herself up. They broke away in desperate need for oxygen.
"What was that?" Oliver asked as she caught her breath.
"Picking up where we left off" she said seductively giving Oliver a lust filled smirk.
Oliver smiled as she leant up and kissed Riza's neck causing her to moan. "Then what am I doing with my top still on?" Oliver asked as she giggled into Riza's neck. The warmth of her breath sent shivers down Riza's spine, as she straddled Oliver's hips. Unbuttoning her uniform. Their both in their bras now. Oliver arched her back so Riza could unhook her bra. She done it with ease, releasing two big, perky breasts. Her nipples grew hard at the temperature inside the tent. It was slightly cold but was getting much warmer.
"How do you hide these underneath your uniform?" Riza asked. "I have trouble with mine, but these are… Ahhh" Riza was cut short by her own moan as Oliver grabbed her ass and pulled her closer.
"I have my ways" Oliver replied mischievously and with a smirk.
Oliver sat upright, Riza still on top of her. Oliver wrapped her hands around Riza's waist and slowly moving her hands up towards her bra. Her hands moving over the raised patches on her back. Riza's bra was unhooked and on the floor soon after, Oliver didn't waist time. They weren't as big as the Ice Queen's but they were still a fun size.
Oliver looked up at the blonde in her lap and took one of Riza's nipples in her mouth. Riza gasps at the sensation she's needed to feel for so long. Oliver licked and twisted her tongue over Riza's erect nipple. Squirming at her touch. The soft quiet moans from Riza are Oliver's reward. Oliver squeezed and pinched Riza's free nipple to increase her partners pleasure. "Ahhh, O-Oliver" Riza moans causing Oliver to smile against Riza's breast, her nipple still in her mouth. In that moment Riza gently pushed Oliver so she was lying down and placed her lips around one of Oliver's pink buds. Establishing her dominance in this situation.
Oliver arched her back wantonly,gasping at Riza roughness. Riza clearly knowing what she was doing, sucked and nibbled on her breast. Her mouth on one and her hand on the other playing and teasing Oliver. Oliver gently grabbed Riza's chin and guided her mouth to hers, going in for a deep, passionate kiss. Tongues dancing and twisting in each others mouths.
Riza cupped Oliver's breast and slowly felt her way down her stomach until she reached the top her trousers. She felt for her belt quickly loosening it, heart rates rising with anticipation. Riza used both hands to slowly pull Oliver's trousers off, leaving her in just her pants. Riza stroked upwards against Oliver's now soaked underwear sending a wave of pleasure through her body. Riza smirked at effect she was having on the elder blonde. She stroked her again, teasing her. Oliver broke her lips away from Riza's, "P-Please" Oliver begged against Riza's lips. Riza smiled at the woman underneath her, thinking 'The notorious leader of Briggs, begging'. Riza loved to hear the blonde beg. It turned her on. So she stroked her again but slower then before. "Please, S-Stop teasing me" Oliver pleaded, her cheeks glowing bright red.
"But your begs turn me on" Riza replied seductively. "I want to hear more" she smirked as she placed her hand just below Oliver belly button slowly moving down and underneath her underwear, stopping just before she reached her clit.
"Please, I… I want you, please" Oliver begged more between kisses. Riza then moved her fingers over her clit and Oliver gasped against Riza's lips and pushed her hips upwards wanting more. "Ahhh" Oliver's breathing became heavy as Riza started to move her fingers against Oliver causing her to make womanly moans. Surprising for Riza to hear. She toyed and played with Oliver's clit until she thought she was ready for what's to come.
Oliver tightened her hands on Riza's back as pleasure took over her senses. Riza doesn't mind Oliver pinching and scratching her back, that just means she's doing a good job. Riza starts to kiss Oliver's jawline, making her we down to her neck, when she slipped a finger inside. Oliver gasped at the sudden movement and started moving her hips against Riza's hand. Riza still kissing and sucking at her neck adds another finger and begins to thrust them harder and deeper. Riza felt her walls tighten as Oliver was getting closer. Riza took her thumb and rubbed it against her clit, still pumping hard. Oliver's grip on Riza's beck became stronger. Strong enough that it would leave bruises. Her breathing got quicker and heavier. "I'm… I'm gunna… C- Ahhhhhh Fuck" Oliver was sent over the edge, Riza's was still thrusting, trying to prolong her lovers orgasm. As Oliver's intense wave of pleasure died down her breathing went back to normal. "That was, amazing" she said softly looking at the younger blonde on top of her.
Riza smiled in the crook of Oliver's. "I'm glad you liked it" she slowly pulled her fingers out of her and laid down beside the panting Oliver, still being very careful with her injured shoulder.
Oliver caught her breath back and with one quick movement she positioned herself on top of Riza. "Huh?" Riza said. Not expecting this at all.
"Now it's my turn" Oliver said as she kissed and sucked on Riza's neck, whilst playing with her nipples.
"Uhh Ahh" Riza tired holding back her moans.
"Moan for me, you heard me begging. So I want to hear you moan… moan for me" Oliver begged, knowing now she couldn't refuse. Sliding her hand down to Riza's trousers. Unbuckling her belt which took off her gun holsters as well. Oliver's lips moved down from Riza's neck, to in between her breasts, slowly kissing her way gown Riza firm, toned body. Oliver reached the top of Riza's trousers. Slowly pulling them and her pants down at the same time. Riza squirmed in anticipation.
Oliver kisses and licked the inside of Riza's thigh just below her opening. She spread her legs a little wanting Oliver's touch, needing Oliver's touch. Oliver grabbed the outsides of Riza's thighs, running her warm, moist tongue over Riza's wet folds. "Fuck, uhh" Riza moaned pushing her hips closer to Oliver's lips.
Oliver carried on running her tongue up and down Riza's opening. Feeling Riza quiver with each touch, and each stroke of her tongue. Riza's heart rate increasing and breathing became more rapid as Oliver slid two fingers into Riza. "Ahhh Yes! Yes" Riza moaned, encouraging Oliver to go deeper inside of her. Twisting and sucking on Riza's clit as she found a rhythm with her fingers, Riza moving her hips for that extra contact and friction. The rhythm was speeding up and going deeper, her tongue rubbing, twisting faster.
Riza's body tensed up and she cried out in ecstasy reaching the apex of her orgasm. "Ahhhhh…,W-wow, what was that?" Riza asked as she was coming down from her pleasure overload. "That was fuck… Fucking amazing" she commented as she was catching her breath.
The following morning they woke up spooning each other Riza on the inside and Oliver on the outside. Their hands interlocking as they woke up from their nap. They both looked well rested but tired at the same time. It was a long night they had.
They reached Fort Briggs after a few hours of walking. Riza was due to leave for central the next day so Oliver and the mission team invited her for celebratory drinks for their success on their mission. Riza and Oliver spent the night with each other again that night. It's safe to say Fort Briggs will be requesting the 'skills' of The Hawks Eye much more frequently for future 'Missions'.
Sorry for the wait, this chapter took longer to write as it is much longer. This is my first ever smut piece, so I hope I didn't disappoint you guys. Anyway it was fun to write this and I hope you liked it too.
(Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of its characters)