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Better than Pickles and Ice Cream (Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy/Riza)
Better than Pickles and Ice Cream
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cornerofmadness
Fandom- Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating - NC-17
Pairing - Roy/Riza
Timeline/ spoilers - light spoilers for anything past ch 100
Summary - they know what they like.
Word count - 1354
Warning - pregnant sex
Author's note - Written for the prompt - Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy x Riza: They are married and Riza is pregnant - "You know what I like." Thanks toevil_little_dog for the beta.
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"Right there, that’s perfect," Riza purred, her body loose and relaxed.
Roy’s fingers worked against the arch of her right foot. "I don’t see where you think it’s swollen, Riza. Your foot looks fine to me."
"Roy, there isn’t a part of me that isn’t swollen," she replied, her eyes not opening.
He paused for a moment to let his scarred hands rest before they cramped up. There had been time back on the Promised Day to use the Philosopher’s Stone to heal his eyes and Marcoh had taken care of the worst damage on Roy’s hands. Still, they bore the marks of Bradley’s swords and sometimes they ached. "I think you’re beautiful," he said, instead of protesting further. He had already learned not to do that during the first trimester. Joy didn’t begin to cover the way he felt about Riza getting past the morning sickness and hellacious mood swings. Roy had thought it was possible he might not survive to see his child born.
Four months along, Riza had stabilized out a bit. A rounded bump pressed against her dress shirt. He started massaging her feet again, letting her rest on the couch. He was determined to give her anything she wanted now that she was pregnant since he couldn't do anything else to help share her burden. "If you weren’t wearing the combat boots, maybe your feet would be so bad."
One eye cracked open, giving him a hint of the hard stare warming up in the wings. "I’m still your adjutant, General Mustang, and Fuhrer Armstrong’s newest ambassador needs his guard." Her eye shut again. "Though making you and Edward ambassadors at all speaks of impending madness on Olivia’s part."
He tickled her foot, making Riza squeal. "I’ll have you know, I make a good ambassador to Xing. It’s in my blood. I’ll grant you, mouthy, impatient Edward is a poor choice but he’s friends with the new emperor, so it only made sense. And, the ambassador would prefer his guard not to be pregnant and…" Roy stopped himself before he said ‘huge.’ "Well, pregnant is enough, especially since it’s my baby, wife of mine."
Riza eyed him again. "Roy…"
He held up his hands. "I know, you want to work. I worry. I can’t help it. I can’t stop worrying but I won’t stop you."
Riza sat up, leaning down to ruffle his hair. "I know you won’t and I will find something safer to do in the office once I start getting bigger. They only make gun belts so big and if my breasts get any larger, I won't be able to reach into a shoulder holster."
Roy ran a finger over the growing swell of one breast. "I like the breasts."
She snorted at him, batting his fingers. "You always liked them."
He kissed the top of her thigh. "I like your legs, too." Roy dared getting another swat to caress Riza’s breast again. "I like all of you."
"Roy, if you keep touching me like that…" Riza’s hand cupped his chin, tipping it up.
"You’ll ravish me?" he asked hopefully, making her laugh.
"Isn’t that how we got into this predicament in the first place?"
"Yes, but it’s not like you could get more pregnant." Roy ran his hand up her neck as he stood up. "I love how sensitive your skin is getting, how wild it makes you."
"Listen to you," Riza said, but Roy could see her pupils dilating. He knew this was going to be a very fun night.
He held out a hand to her. "Follow me before I sweep you up and carry you upstairs."
"Pftt, I’m getting too fat for that," she said even though they both knew it wasn’t true. Roy’s hands couldn’t reliably carry that much weight but it was better they didn’t address that.
He rested a scarred hand on her belly. "Definitely not fat, just more curved and more lovely."
"You’re always a sweet talker." Riza drew him in for a quick kiss then looped an arm in his, heading for the sweeping staircase.
In the weeks prior, he might have chased her up the steps but Roy worried about the silliest things. In that bundle of anxiety was the ‘what if he made her fall and something happened to the baby’ worry. He was already getting as bad as Maes and Riza wouldn’t hesitate to tease him about that. So slow ascension was in order but that didn’t mean they couldn’t steal caresses and kisses along the way.
Roy let her fuss with the bedding first and, by fuss, he meant 'watch Riza tear the bedspread down to the footboard.' She caught his wrist and spun him onto the bed. Riza straddled him, pressing his hands above his head. He grinned. "So, actually ravishing me it is, then."
She kissed him hard. "Like you’ll complain."
"You know what I like."
Riza slipped a hand under his shirt, tickling his belly button. "And you know what I like."
He definitely did. Riza liked to be on top and who was he to complain about that? Roy gently tugged her dress shirt off, then reached up to take out her hair clip. He liked seeing her hair down, loved the way it brushed her creamy skin. Roy always wondered if she knew how beautiful she really was. She hid under her uniform but Roy knew Riza enjoyed being feminine as well. He needed to find more chances for her to do so.
He trailed his hands down her neck, hurrying over the scar. Neither of them liked to be reminded of that time, but they were both so scarred, the trials of their life written forever in their skin, that it was hard not to remember the bad things that nearly separated them for good. Roy wasted no time in removing her bra. He had been serious about her sensitive skin. Riza’s neck arched as he feathered a touch down her breasts. Her nipples puckered and perked up under his fingers, making the blood flood and pool inside him. His growing erection pressed against his zipper.
He gently massaged her breasts before shifting her off of him. Riza let him escape. Roy kissed one nipple then sucked it between his lips. Teasing her with his tongue, he kissed and sucked at Riza as she dragged his shirt off, nearly taking off his nose in her haste. She unzippered him, giving his shaft a tantalizing touch before trying to tug his pants down.
Once there was nothing but skin between them, Riza pressed him back against the mattress again, dropping kisses against the scars in his palms. Swinging over him, she took him deep inside her in one smooth wonderful move. Their bodies knew each other so well that finding their rhythm was easy. Caressing his way from her neck, down over her breasts and that little swell of belly and back up again, Roy still couldn't believe how lucky he was to have Riza.
His fingers toyed with her nipples, giving them a little tender torsion, making Riza shudder on top of him. Smoothing his hands down to her hips, Roy thrust up more forcefully before his orgasm hit. Their bodies still slick and sticky, Riza stretched out on him, resting her cheek against his sweating chest.
"I love you very much," she whispered.
He ran his fingers through her hair. "I almost lost you. I think about that sometimes then I remind myself, we're both here, we're both in love and that love is about to multiply. I can't believe how lucky I am."
"Yes," Riza said, rubbing her cheek against his chest. "And soon you'll be able to terrorize Edward with your 'spawn'."
Roy laughed, tightening his arms around her. "And enjoy every moment of it. We should make a new one after that, to continue the horror of his life."
Riza shifted on him, hiking herself up so she could flick his nipple. "I'm not having a dozen kids just so you can torment Edward, just so you know."
Smiling, Roy drew her down for a kiss. "I'll take it under advisement." He kissed her again, still marveling that his life had finally turned out so very well.
Author -
cornerofmadnessFandom- Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating - NC-17
Pairing - Roy/Riza
Timeline/ spoilers - light spoilers for anything past ch 100
Summary - they know what they like.
Word count - 1354
Warning - pregnant sex
Author's note - Written for the prompt - Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy x Riza: They are married and Riza is pregnant - "You know what I like." Thanks to
evil_little_dog for the beta.* * *
"Right there, that’s perfect," Riza purred, her body loose and relaxed.
Roy’s fingers worked against the arch of her right foot. "I don’t see where you think it’s swollen, Riza. Your foot looks fine to me."
"Roy, there isn’t a part of me that isn’t swollen," she replied, her eyes not opening.
He paused for a moment to let his scarred hands rest before they cramped up. There had been time back on the Promised Day to use the Philosopher’s Stone to heal his eyes and Marcoh had taken care of the worst damage on Roy’s hands. Still, they bore the marks of Bradley’s swords and sometimes they ached. "I think you’re beautiful," he said, instead of protesting further. He had already learned not to do that during the first trimester. Joy didn’t begin to cover the way he felt about Riza getting past the morning sickness and hellacious mood swings. Roy had thought it was possible he might not survive to see his child born.
Four months along, Riza had stabilized out a bit. A rounded bump pressed against her dress shirt. He started massaging her feet again, letting her rest on the couch. He was determined to give her anything she wanted now that she was pregnant since he couldn't do anything else to help share her burden. "If you weren’t wearing the combat boots, maybe your feet would be so bad."
One eye cracked open, giving him a hint of the hard stare warming up in the wings. "I’m still your adjutant, General Mustang, and Fuhrer Armstrong’s newest ambassador needs his guard." Her eye shut again. "Though making you and Edward ambassadors at all speaks of impending madness on Olivia’s part."
He tickled her foot, making Riza squeal. "I’ll have you know, I make a good ambassador to Xing. It’s in my blood. I’ll grant you, mouthy, impatient Edward is a poor choice but he’s friends with the new emperor, so it only made sense. And, the ambassador would prefer his guard not to be pregnant and…" Roy stopped himself before he said ‘huge.’ "Well, pregnant is enough, especially since it’s my baby, wife of mine."
Riza eyed him again. "Roy…"
He held up his hands. "I know, you want to work. I worry. I can’t help it. I can’t stop worrying but I won’t stop you."
Riza sat up, leaning down to ruffle his hair. "I know you won’t and I will find something safer to do in the office once I start getting bigger. They only make gun belts so big and if my breasts get any larger, I won't be able to reach into a shoulder holster."
Roy ran a finger over the growing swell of one breast. "I like the breasts."
She snorted at him, batting his fingers. "You always liked them."
He kissed the top of her thigh. "I like your legs, too." Roy dared getting another swat to caress Riza’s breast again. "I like all of you."
"Roy, if you keep touching me like that…" Riza’s hand cupped his chin, tipping it up.
"You’ll ravish me?" he asked hopefully, making her laugh.
"Isn’t that how we got into this predicament in the first place?"
"Yes, but it’s not like you could get more pregnant." Roy ran his hand up her neck as he stood up. "I love how sensitive your skin is getting, how wild it makes you."
"Listen to you," Riza said, but Roy could see her pupils dilating. He knew this was going to be a very fun night.
He held out a hand to her. "Follow me before I sweep you up and carry you upstairs."
"Pftt, I’m getting too fat for that," she said even though they both knew it wasn’t true. Roy’s hands couldn’t reliably carry that much weight but it was better they didn’t address that.
He rested a scarred hand on her belly. "Definitely not fat, just more curved and more lovely."
"You’re always a sweet talker." Riza drew him in for a quick kiss then looped an arm in his, heading for the sweeping staircase.
In the weeks prior, he might have chased her up the steps but Roy worried about the silliest things. In that bundle of anxiety was the ‘what if he made her fall and something happened to the baby’ worry. He was already getting as bad as Maes and Riza wouldn’t hesitate to tease him about that. So slow ascension was in order but that didn’t mean they couldn’t steal caresses and kisses along the way.
Roy let her fuss with the bedding first and, by fuss, he meant 'watch Riza tear the bedspread down to the footboard.' She caught his wrist and spun him onto the bed. Riza straddled him, pressing his hands above his head. He grinned. "So, actually ravishing me it is, then."
She kissed him hard. "Like you’ll complain."
"You know what I like."
Riza slipped a hand under his shirt, tickling his belly button. "And you know what I like."
He definitely did. Riza liked to be on top and who was he to complain about that? Roy gently tugged her dress shirt off, then reached up to take out her hair clip. He liked seeing her hair down, loved the way it brushed her creamy skin. Roy always wondered if she knew how beautiful she really was. She hid under her uniform but Roy knew Riza enjoyed being feminine as well. He needed to find more chances for her to do so.
He trailed his hands down her neck, hurrying over the scar. Neither of them liked to be reminded of that time, but they were both so scarred, the trials of their life written forever in their skin, that it was hard not to remember the bad things that nearly separated them for good. Roy wasted no time in removing her bra. He had been serious about her sensitive skin. Riza’s neck arched as he feathered a touch down her breasts. Her nipples puckered and perked up under his fingers, making the blood flood and pool inside him. His growing erection pressed against his zipper.
He gently massaged her breasts before shifting her off of him. Riza let him escape. Roy kissed one nipple then sucked it between his lips. Teasing her with his tongue, he kissed and sucked at Riza as she dragged his shirt off, nearly taking off his nose in her haste. She unzippered him, giving his shaft a tantalizing touch before trying to tug his pants down.
Once there was nothing but skin between them, Riza pressed him back against the mattress again, dropping kisses against the scars in his palms. Swinging over him, she took him deep inside her in one smooth wonderful move. Their bodies knew each other so well that finding their rhythm was easy. Caressing his way from her neck, down over her breasts and that little swell of belly and back up again, Roy still couldn't believe how lucky he was to have Riza.
His fingers toyed with her nipples, giving them a little tender torsion, making Riza shudder on top of him. Smoothing his hands down to her hips, Roy thrust up more forcefully before his orgasm hit. Their bodies still slick and sticky, Riza stretched out on him, resting her cheek against his sweating chest.
"I love you very much," she whispered.
He ran his fingers through her hair. "I almost lost you. I think about that sometimes then I remind myself, we're both here, we're both in love and that love is about to multiply. I can't believe how lucky I am."
"Yes," Riza said, rubbing her cheek against his chest. "And soon you'll be able to terrorize Edward with your 'spawn'."
Roy laughed, tightening his arms around her. "And enjoy every moment of it. We should make a new one after that, to continue the horror of his life."
Riza shifted on him, hiking herself up so she could flick his nipple. "I'm not having a dozen kids just so you can torment Edward, just so you know."
Smiling, Roy drew her down for a kiss. "I'll take it under advisement." He kissed her again, still marveling that his life had finally turned out so very well.