Skin

Riza stared adoringly at the man who took off her tights with special care. The mattress was soft under her weight, and the pillow so smooth.

It was rather fresh outside, but the room was warm; or they were, at least. The night ahead would only be theirs.

Roy stretched one of her legs and held her heel over his shoulder. An arm was firmly around her knee while a hand ran slowly up and down her bare skin, feeling and enjoying every inch he touched.

Riza closed her eyes to savor the moment. She had never told him, but she had very sensible spots along the expanse of her legs, and she was in awe at how Roy always managed to find them. She was lucky that apparently legs had always been his favorite female attribute.

He kissed her calf and she opened her eyes. She saw the fascination with which he was looking at her and she knew she would have to be patient tonight; he'd want it to last.

"I've been waiting all evening for this," he said. "You've been tempting me during the entire dinner with that skirt, crossing and uncrossing your legs like it was no big deal." He stared at the discarded skirt on the floor for a moment, and frowned before staring at her again. He said with distaste, "Everyone was looking at you."

Riza smiled. No; it was a smirk. "I heard of this rumor again, that you plan on changing the uniforms. I thought you might like a preview of what would come with that."

Roy sighed and shook his head. "I won't do it; I know it would be inappropriate and even impractical for movement." He shrugged. "But a man can dream, right?"

She smiled. "Dreaming is fine."

He kissed her under her knee and she shuddered.

She touched her finger to her chin. "I wonder, though…"

Roy looked up.

When she looked at him, she asked, "What is it about legs that you like so much? How come you're not breast-crazy like most men?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I'm surprised you ask. Don't you know the answer to that?"

"Should I?"

Roy smiled and planted another kiss on her skin; her thigh this time, and she took a deep breath.

"Your legs are perfect," he said, more to her body than to her face. "I could never get tired of looking at them." His eyes fixed on hers and he said in almost a whisper, "And so you know, they're the only pair of legs I've ever been interested in."

Riza rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless. Roy dropped her leg slowly and crawled up the bed to be over her torso.

"And although I love your stomach…" he continued, kissing her beside her bellybutton. "…Your breasts..." he said before another kiss and a gentle caress above her bra. "…And even your shoulders…"

When the kiss to her shoulders came next, she hugged him and pushed him against her.

"…I know how hard it is for you to have to hide them all the time."

She looked at him immediately, having not anticipated that.

"I know why you don't like summer," he said soberly. "And a decent cleavage that fits your needs is hard to find."

Her eyes softened once more but she couldn't find her voice; not yet.

Roy moved and returned to Riza's legs, holding the other one this time.

"And so because your legs are the one part of your skin that is the most beautiful, and you can show them whenever you want to…"

A single finger graced her calf and she gasped.

"…I'm a leg man."

She was about to reply, but when he squeezed her thigh all she could say was, "Oh."