Hey remember what i said in the beginning of the last chapter?
"they will stay within the bedroom ;) And no these are not lemons. Well more like moments infused with fluff and intimacy."

Hehe, you must be curious what's this about? xD
The thing is, this one-shot was written for 'Royai smut week' which was celebrated just now in Tumblr . There came this prompt and i couldn't help but write for it :'D

It's a lemon, and no not very explicit. More like soft smut. Does the term like 'soft smut' exist? :'D Please let me know.

I know, i am refraining from my words, but i inserted this chapter because it does contain intimacy :3 and also because i didn't want it to go to waste :P

P.S. who don't like reading lemon, can always skip this chapter :')

And now i will shut up.

Chapter 02
Anywhere but the bedroom

Riza let out a contented sigh as she snuggled into her fiancé's arms. To think you don't need a particular thing, when deep down you were craving for it unknowingly. Riza Hawkeye wasn't least bit expecting that she was gonna get laid tonight. Nothing suggested she would. The day started like any other day, with September sun warming up the Amestris and from there onward, the usual hustle and bustle began. From attending phone calls to running from department to department, from arranging meetings to filing documents, the sniper's hands were full. Despite working around the clock, the work still wasn't done. Riza had no choice but to bring some of it back home. She could always do it tomorrow, but Hawkeye was never the one to delay. The burden would only increase. And with that conclusion in her mind, she started doing paperwork, back aching and eyes swimming in fatigue.
For the next two hours, there was no sound except for the scratching of a pen on a parchment and an occasional whoof from Hayate when it was his dinner time.

Riza was working on last of the forms, when she heard the rattling of a key on a lock; Roy was home. She didn't look up when a pair of feet entered into the living room. She did greeted him though;
"Welcome back"
"Hey"

Roy threw his overcoat on the sofa whilst loosening his black tie. After slipping off the gloves, he sat down heavily next to Riza, the couch sagging from the impact. He then leaned back, resting his head on the edge of a back cushion.

"How was Madame Christmas?" Riza asked, knowing full well where he was.
"She's fine. Told me she just brought a new bar in another town"
"That's sounds nice"
"It is. From now on, I won't have to keep up with her reprimanding remarks any longer" Roy told her, rubbing his forehead tiredly.
Riza chuckled "You still have to visit her though"
"True" he sighed.

Roy then brought his hand forward, placing it on the lower back on Riza, lightly rubbing the spot with the pad of his thumb.
"How was your day?" he asked softly.

"It was usual. Nothing out of the blue happened, except that Rebecca told me in lunch that she might have finally found the one…"
"Really? Well good for her!"
"I know" Hawkeye agreed, pulling out the last paper from the manila folder. Thank Goodness, the work was almost done now.

"Do you happen to know who's the lucky guy?"
"No, but considering Rebecca's nature, she herself will confess it to us soon"
"True" Roy frowned "You sure it's not Havoc, right?"
"I highly doubt it's him"

It was quiet for a while. The pain in her back was numbing now, all due to him constantly massaging it with his scorched fingers.

'This feels great. It's like my muscles are getting untangled. Was I seriously this stressed out and woah!'

Riza's train of thoughts got interrupted when Roy slipped his hand inside her shirt, tracing the lace embroidery of the brassiere she wore, making its presence known.

"Just what do you think you are doing?" she asked, her tone intentionally calm.
"What do you think?" He whispered, lips ghosting on her ear shell.

A tick appeared on Riza's forehead. Should have known, Colonel never answers straight. Why did she even bother? She berated herself inwardly.

"Roy, kindly remove your hand from my shirt. I am working"
"Then hurry up, Hawkeye"

Riza paused. Well, this was new. Usually he would whine by uttering sentences of how lonely he is and how very much he misses her, when they were practically living together. For an added measure, he would plead too by making a puppy dog expression that the Lieutenant would have no choice but to give in.
Right now was nothing like that. He was being very forefront by boldly groping her like that. Plus the tone! It sounded dark, mysterious and so seductive.
Riza refuse to meet his eyes, because she knows what will happen. One glimpse and that would be enough to crumple all the resolve she was cradling precariously.

She gasped when she felt her nipple being pinched between his thumb and his forefinger, raising the Goosebumps on her arms.

"Roy!...what…."
"I am motivating you" He told her innocently "So you can work faster"

Motivating you my ass, Lieutenant thought. How can she concentrate when he was feeling her up like that? It was really distracting.

"Colonel!" she warned.
"Yes?"
"Stop it right now or else….."
"Or else what?" He asked smirking. He was mocking her threat, jerk.

Roy slipped his other hand inside her plain pajamas and was now gently squeezing her thigh, to which Riza squirmed. This was one of her weakest point.

"I am waiting…Riza" The name rolling of his tongue, like petals coming apart from a flower.
"I…"

Oh screw it! Throwing the pen away, she turned towards him and kissed him hard.

Riza could have easily overpowered him and could have continued working like nothing happened.
But here's the thing, Riza Hawkeye can never work if she's this hot and bothered. She really can't. And it's not that she didn't try. She did, but the task ended up being ruined.

Work being incomplete is not good, but butchering it is unacceptable. Which is why Riza decided to put off work and to concentrate on this.

Mustang's skilled hands quickly unbuttoned Riza's shirt, revealing to him a set of ample breasts clad in a lacy bra and toned stomach. Once freed with the shirt, he reached for her trousers, but Riza's hands beat him there. He looked at her questionably.

"Not here….." she managed to gasp out "Let's go to bedroom"

Roy looked at her before capturing her lips. Between kissing, he growled out "Anywhere, but the bedroom!"

Say what?! Riza inquired inwardly. Was he crazy?! They can't do it here on a couch! What if someone sees them from the window in the corner of a living room? Plus there was Hayate as well, who's bound to wake up from the sounds they were procuring. They were being so loud!
Riza try to tell him all of this, but damn Mustang wouldn't even let her articulate words properly with all the intoxicating touches he was bestowing on her body, let alone speak. Was he being stubborn or horny? Or both?!

Grabbing the top of her both arms, Roy made Riza lie on a couch, her blonde hair fanning out and it creating a deep contrast against the dark hue of a cushion. Kissing the tip of a nose with affection, he went towards her neck and placed wanton kisses there, his hands wandering everywhere. Riza closed her eyes in bliss. Her one hand slipped into Roy's hair, to keep him there, while another went towards his shirt, pulling it out from the tucking of his pants. She wanted to run her hands around his torso too. Roy smirked against her skin, before helping her getting rid of his clothes and whatever she was left wearing with. Riza blushed, the color crimson flaming her cheeks, when her underwear came off. Despite doing it so many times, the lieutenant still appeared flustered, after being undressed. Roy finds this habit of hers so endearing.

Before going towards her breasts, he nuzzled his nose on the space between them, inhaling the soft scent of lilacs. Not lifting his face, his lips travelled on the skin until they reached her nipple. He sucked on it, to which the blonde woman let out a series of breathless moans. Wanting to hear more of her lovely moans, he inserted his finger in her clitoris, which was now dripping wet. Riza jolted when she felt another finger added into her. He was getting off on the expressions she was making, damn sadist! She was going to make him pay.
Without a second thought, she grabbed his manhood, effectively wiping the smirk from Roy's face. He narrowed his eyes at her. Riza only shrugged nonchalantly.

Hey, all's fair in war and sex, she conveyed through her thoughts.

"Is that so?" He murmured. He smiled which albeit made Riza uncomfortable. What was he smug about, when she was having an upper hand here!

"Don't you think we have played enough, Lieutenant?" he teased.

Her brown eyes widened in shock. He was indirectly blaming her for delaying it, when he was the one who started it all! Trust him to play dirty. Unconsciously she tightened her hold on manhood at which Roy groaned.

"Oh I am fine with the pace we are going" she answered, rather demurely.

Roy scowled. Riza couldn't help but laugh. It was the truth after all. He wanted to get laid tonight, not her. She was just leveling the field.

He pulled his fingers out her. Riza pouted. She was really enjoying that. Though disappointment quickly got replaced, when Roy licked his fingers shamelessly. Being filthy while looking graceful should be counted as one of the skills and perhaps illegal as well, Riza deduced, the heat rushing to her cheeks again.

Once the fingers were cleaned, Roy's hands went down, carefully unclasping the hold of his fiancée on him. Bringing both of their hands above their heads and interlocking them, he plunged into her. Both groaned out in pleasure. They shouldn't have waited. This was too good. The tightening of her hole around his length was beyond comparison.
Their bodies moved in sync and in rhythm, the sweat trickling from their skin in thin rivulets. Their moans echoed, creating a symphony of broken and paused sighs. Their breathing was loud, which was beyond embarrassing, but neither of them cared. They were lost in a moment. Before they knew it, ecstasy came to them, engulfing them and eventually drowning them in the pits of harmony.

A shiver went through a body, to which Riza was cuddling. Murmuring against his skin, she asked;
"Are you cold?"
"I am fine Lieutenant, go back to sleep"
"Okay"

Another shiver, which nearly made his teeth rattle.

"Are you quite sure?"
"Why did you have to open that window?!"

Riza chuckled. Being blamed for getting laid was enough. He didn't need extra helpings of being liable by blatantly refusing to take all of this to the bedroom at the first place. No, thank you very much.

Hawkeye shifted to get up but Mustang wouldn't budge.

"I am not going to bedroom"
"Then?"

Riza rolled her pretty brown eyes, before she slid down the arms caging her. Grabbing the overcoat, she threw it over them, making sure it was covering their naked bodies from every inch.

"You give a whole new meaning to 'Are you cold?' Lieutenant" Roy commented impishly.
"Please! The credit is due to you. It's because of you, we are here Colonel" Riza scoffed, shooting down his suggestion of this idea being corny. It was nothing like that. She was being adjustable and Mustang should appreciate that.

Which he did by kissing her forehead, murmuring "I love you Riza"

Riza blushed. Before sleeping, she spoke, ever so softly, but Roy heard her.
"I love you too"

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