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Games without Frontiers
Chapter 29: Que Quema
Rating: M for Lemony Goodness
Soundtrack: Perverso – Tiziano Ferro
Roy tried. He really tried. He allowed Riza to reserve one of the private reading rooms and blocked off four hours in which to prepare himself for the re-assessment. Four. He could accomplish a lot in four hours.
And for the first hour, he was good. He studied. He took notes, he expounded on the current theory ticking in his brain to the tune of 400 words in a brand new notebook. Then his hand got a cramp and his eyes crossed, and he couldn't have told anyone the difference between hydrogen and helium, and he needed to take a break.
But he couldn't. Because the minute he pushed his chair back, and the scrape of wood on the floor filled the quiet of the room, he heard the hammer of the gun cock and looked up to see Riza, in her own chair, gun pointed at him. She hadn't even looked up from her book. She wasn't kidding either.
"You do want to pass, don't you?" was all she said.
"I have to go to the bathroom," he lied.
"Tie it in a knot."
"Riza!"
"Sit down, sir. The door is locked and I have the key. You want to pee. Huh, don't even speak to me of needing to pee. Read a few more books and we'll see."
Grumbling, he did as he was told. It was a good thing he really didn't have to piss. He could see now that he would have to be the good parent around the household.
Finally, he found a volume that captured his attention for more than five minutes. In fact, the book had him so enraptured, that the world around him faded to a mere blur. How it had managed to make it into his pile was a secret he would take to his grave. He could feel his nose touching the page, but he couldn't seem to move it.
Unfortunately, his avid attention raised his First Lieutenant's suspicions.
"Sir, what are you reading?" she asked. Before he could even open his mouth to fashion a reply, she slipped the book he had from its neat little hiding place inside of the one-hundred-year-old journal. She gazed at the cover for a moment.
"Pillow Book?" She glared at him. "What does this have to do with alchemy?" She cracked it, flipped a few pages.
Roy groaned and sunk an inch into his seat. Definitely the good parent. Anything you want to do that's fun, kid, come to me. Because your mother will kill it before it takes its first breath.
It didn't take her long before she snapped the book shut, eyes bugging, and almost rapped him on the head with it. "That–that–," she sputtered, her face a delightful shade of pink, "That–that–was not,"
"Alchemy?" Roy said, blinking innocently.
She slammed the book on the desktop and primly returned to her own work, lips pursed.
Roy sighed and dragged another pile of papers in his direction. It was an old dissertation (of his) on the variations of circles used to manipulate hydrogen. He sighed again. He'd been such a dry ass when he was young.
A few moments passed in reserved silence, broken only by Riza's occasional muttering about "damned smut". Roy hid his grin behind his book, wondering how long it would take. Apparently, something there had impressed her sweet, still-virgin mind.
Not long, apparently. As he peeked over the top of his old journal, he could see her eyes wander back toward the pillow book time and again. He waited.
She had to believe he wasn't looking at her because the way she slid the book off of the table was priceless. And she did exactly the same thing he'd done; fit the trim volume between the pages of the book she had in front of her.
He waited some more. He wondered how long it would take her to get to page twenty-seven.
Roy could actually hear her breathing hitch as she reached the page with the folded back corner. He grinned.
"How...?" he heard her murmur.
"What?" he called. "Did you say something?"
"No," she outright lied.
He lifted the book back to his face and waited.
He heard her gasp. "Physical impossibility..."
"Are you all right, Lieutenant?"
"Yes, sir." She was frozen like a deer caught in the sights of a hunter, book (or books) poised in place, her legs primly crossed at the knees.
He would never have thought that a pregnant woman in uniform could ever possibly make him heated below the belt, but looking at this woman sitting there, face turning pink, nibbling on her bottom lip...
He stood and finally decided to put her out of her misery. He moved slowly, watching her watch him. He crossed behind her, peering over her shoulder, making sure his lips barely brushed her ear.
"I like that one best," he whispered, pointing to a contortion that even in his wildest fantasy he couldn't hope to accomplish.
"Wha–?" She turned her head to follow the direction of the couple pictured in the illustration. "H-have you actually did that before?"
He looked at her, that soft, pinked cheek so close to his mouth and had a remarkable idea. She would probably say no. No, not probably, definitely she would say no. For a moment or two.
"Would you like me to show you?"
She turned, then leaned back so she could see him better. "Are you insane? Didn't I tell you that–,"
He really couldn't resist. Her bottom lip was all pink and swollen where she'd nibbled. And they were in a locked room with no windows, no way for anyone to see.
He kissed her.
It was their first within the walls of Eastern Headquarters. He saw her eyes widen, registering the event in her memory, then close, as she gave a little moan.
It was Roy that broke the kiss, only because it was becoming hard for him to breathe and there were parts of him clamoring for a little more room to move around in.
"Didn't I tell you that we shouldn't do this here?" she finished, if a bit breathlessly.
"And who is going to see us?" he said with that slow, slow smile he knew turned her insides to jelly. He touched his lips to her throat, right where it met her shoulder, in a spot he knew would make her tremble. "The door is locked, so you said yourself, and where are the windows?"
"Still... it's not... right." She faded as he took another little nip at the sweet skin behind her ear.
"And we're here for another two and a half hours, not to be disturbed." He peered at the book again, turned a page, and pointed. "This one is fun too."
She closed the book and moved away from him. "You are supposed to be preparing for an examination, C-Colonel," she stammered. "And... There is no way you'd know about that – position!"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"It's physically impossible to perform. I mean, she's all..." she waved her hand. "And then he..."
"Yes, and yes." He moved up to her. "Would you like me to prove it can be done?"
"Roy...we are on duty..."
He chuckled and planted a kiss on her lips again. This time he put a bit more into it, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. He cherished the moment, knowing that in a few months holding her this tight would be a challenging feat, to say the least. "Actually, we're not. Havoc is. We're studying."
She put her arms on his, pushing slightly. "No, you are supposed to be...stop it... studying."
"My eyes hurt. My neck is stiff." And that wasn't all that was stiff, now. "I need a break."
"Too bad."
"Riza..." He brushed the tip of his tongue behind her ear again and felt the tremble all the way to her feet. He put just enough of a plea in his voice. It would melt her that much he knew. "Please?"
She groaned under her breath and pulled back, giving him a look full of heat. "I can't believe you..." she started, then took his face in her hands and pulled him in for a kiss that threatened to take the top of his head off.
And like a switch, they were both galvanized into action. He moved her backward, heading for the nearest wall. She was opening his jacket and loosening the top three buttons of his shirt, putting a hot kiss right at the base of his throat. "I swear, you are corrupting me beyond all belief," she gritted out. "Just this once, you hear me? One time."
"S all I need," he muttered, hitching her against the wall, holding her carefully still. He placed a finger on her lips to quiet her. "Not a sound. Never know who could be listening at the door, hmm?"
He could see the idea creep into her brain and take root. She moaned. He chuckled, surprised. The danger of discovery was doing something to her, something he never expected.
He hitched the hem of her skirt up, up as high as it would go, moving one hand up from her knee, over her the smooth skin of her thigh and over the firm round curve of her behind. His other hand encountered the garter belt and he leaned back with a small smile of surprise.
"Shut up," she said before he could comment on the illicit piece of lingerie. "It's more comfortable than what they want us to wear."
He had nothing to say; it made things easier for him anyway. And to think, all day she'd been walking around, that tiny piece of silk rubbing against that soft, smooth skin. He moaned, and dug his fingers into her ass as he pressed her into the wall devouring her lips with his. The smallest sound escaped her lips and he stopped.
"Not a sound, remember?" he grated. "Or I'll stop."
"You are a bastard."
"Actually, my parents were married when I was born," he told her, running one hand from behind her to the junction of her thighs. He let his fingers delve into the dark, hot wetness he knew was there. Yes...oh, yes, she was wet.
And he was harder than the stone walls encasing them in this room.
He removed his hand only long enough to pull at her jacket, flip the buttons on her shirt with a well-practiced move until she was open to the waist. He took a moment to consider his handiwork, thinking she looked magnificent with her hair still up, those glasses on, and her chest heaving slightly.
Hungrily, he wrapped his mouth around one of her super sensitive nipples, tonguing it until she squirmed. Her hands dug into his shoulders as he worked, moving from one nipple to the other effortlessly. Her breasts were fuller, firmer, with tiny, tiny blue veins spreading from her areola outward. It made him insane. He traced one with his finger, then followed it with his tongue.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders so deep he could feel her nails through his jacket.
"I promise..." he growled, "I'll read a thousand books if I can just..." He nuzzled her breast one more time and lifted his head, watching the play of emotions wash over her face. He figured that the Fuhrer himself could walk in the room and she would probably shoot him between the eyes for interrupting them.
He took a step back and took her around the waist, turning her quickly so that she was facing the wall before she knew what he was about.
"Roy!" she gasped his name before clamping her lips shut.
He pressed himself against her back, whispering into her ear, "You tell me when I'm going too far, all right?" And he placed a gentle hand over her breast, waiting a moment for her to protest. "No way that I want to hurt you."
She whimpered very low in her throat and he moved back a half-step, taking his hand away. Had he reminded her of-?
The look she threw over her shoulder should have incinerated him where he stood. She told him in a clear voice. "I know the difference between you...and him..." Then she turned back and pressed her forehead lightly against the wall. He heard two soft words come from her. "Don't stop."
He processed that for a good minute. And he was undone. The wave of heat washed over him so fast it left his nerves raw and throbbing. He moved back and again put his hand on her again.
His other hand fumbled with his own trousers, opening them and pushing/pulling them down just enough to free his cock from where it had been protesting its imprisonment. He pressed against her again, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to him. "This is so wrong..." he said, feeling her wetness, feeling it cling to his skin like liquid velvet." So...damned...wrong..."
She writhed, she pressed herself against him and...
Almost violently, he grabbed her underwear and pulled. He heard a slight rip before they moved down and out of his way. The sound made her jerk. He looked up at her, checking. Her eyes were wild, but she hadn't moved or protested. He moved his hand again, this time to run it down her back. "Riza...are you...sure...?"
"Just hurry up, damn it!" she hissed. "You got this started, now finish it, for goodness sake...oh!"
She hadn't even gotten halfway through the sentence before he moved, angling himself just right and sank deep. He had to stop for a moment because from this angle, and with her tensing around him, she was so tight...so hot. She was scooting back, giving herself more room and angling herself just right.
And the low whine that came from her...his hips gained a mind of their own then, moving as if he brain had completely disconnected from that part of his body. He pulled her back against him, as close as he could, thrusting deep enough to make her eyes widen and make her stand on the tips of her toes.
"Like that?" he growled. "You want me to...finish it like...that?"
She frantically nodded and tried to move, but the way he had her pinned made it impossible. He pulled her face around, just enough to lick the corner of her mouth.
He thrust into her a couple more times before his rational thought returned, reminding him quietly to be careful of the baby. He moved her back to the wall, allowing her to arch her back again just enough, just enough for him to feel every single inch of her sliding over him, slick, smooth, oh so sweet and tight. He kept both hands on her hips, steadying her as he thrust, hard and sure, holding on to the rhythm as if his life depended on it. The idea that they could be heard through the locked door made him even harder, so hard he thought his brain would just leak from his ears.
Her body trembled and shook under him, making his eyes roll back in his head. He could feel her gasping for breath under his hand, could feel her moving her head back and forth, and could hear the sounds in the back of her throat.
Like a current passed through him, the tightness coiled near the base of his cock and spread, making his arms and legs tingle, his back spasm, as he came, cursing into the back of her neck. Then she tightened around him, tight like a vise, her cry muffled.
Lifeless, boneless, he slipped out of her and almost fell to his knees. Riza collapsed lightly against him, allowing him to wrap and arm around her waist and hold her up.
When he found the power of speech again, he asked her. "Are you all right?"
She didn't answer for such a long time, he grew worried. Straightening, he turned her to face him.
She raised bleary eyes to his. "If you ever do that again – here at work – I will kill you," she said evenly.
He smiled back and kissed the corner of her mouth. "You liked it."
"That still doesn't make it all right to ... ravage me here, at work. At work!"
"You liked it," he repeated, stepping back and straightening his clothing.
"Completely outside the realm of what is safe," she continued, buttoning her shirt with trembling hands. "You morally bankrupt..."
"You...liked...it," he told her succinctly, running a hand through his hair to put it back into its usual randomness.
"All right, I liked it!" She said, then looked over her shoulder guiltily at the door. "But it was still wrong," she hissed.
He grinned fully and helped her with her skirt. "That's why you liked it. Go ahead. Admit it."
She gave him a narrow-eyed gaze. "I believe you have about a thousand books to read, Colonel," she told him. "I suggest you get to it."
He stared at her as she finished straightening herself. She gave her hair a pat for good measure and walked – albeit shakily – back to her chair. He continued to stare as she picked up the book she had been reading and returned to her place.
Wandering back to his seat, he was amazed at how quickly she had floated back to earth and was back to her old self. He was slightly disappointed; he'd thought his performance was more earth shattering than that.
He dragged his feet on the way back to the chair.
"Oh, and, Colonel?"
He stopped before plopping back into the seat in a boneless heap. "Yeah?"
"You will pay for that tonight when we get home."