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cornerofmadness
Fandom Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer not mine, Arakawa sensei owns all
Rating NC-17
Characters/Pairing Riza/Roy
Timeline/Spoilers Set after Ishbal, spoilers for where Roy learned his alchemy
Word Count 1,945
Warning does sexy food warrant a warning?
Summary Some days, they need to be comforted.
Author’s Note written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
springkink for the prompt - Fullmetal Alchemist, Riza/Roy: hurt/comfort - when he burnt her back to destroy her father's research on flame alchemy. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta.
XXX
When he burnt her back to destroy her father's research on flame alchemy, Roy thought that would be an end to them. How could she look at him after that, even though she had made the demand? Every time those deep, thoughtful eyes looked at him, how could they not see his fingers poised, ready to strike?
In spite of his fears, Riza wanted on his team, wanted to be around him. Roy would be a liar if he said that it hadn’t been an awkward couple of months. He couldn’t settle down around her. Riza eventually called him on it. When he allowed himself to relax just a bit, Roy realized she hadn’t joined him out of an overweening sense of duty. There was something deeper to her motives, a hint of the old feelings they had denied in their youth. Of course, now they had to keep on pretending they denied that love. Masks of professional detachment went on every morning along with combat boots and woolen uniforms.
So it meant they had to be crafty about finding alone time. Lucky for them, he had been raised by a spy. He knew about misdirection and stealth, had drunk of those waters all his life, so getting away this time had been fairly easy. Roy had planned to make the most of his little cabin in the woods. His mother had outdone herself with this lakeside cottage. He had drinks ready and waiting for Riza, who had to make a call, something to keep up the pretense she was on a long working weekend. The cottage’s setting was something out of one of Rebecca's romance novels. Roy always knew he was in trouble if Riza had borrowed one of those books from her friend. The stone fireplace had multicolored red, brown and grey rock with glittering pieces of mica in them, which captured the light of the fire he set earlier.
In honesty, fire no longer felt romantic to him, nor Riza he was pretty sure of that, not since the war. Still, the crisp night had already kissed frost flowers onto the windows. The fire made the room warm and inviting, if not inherently romantic. The smell of wood burning at least was sweet, free of the nightmarish odors of Ishbal. Riza had wanted this getaway for so long. He was not the only one with a core of darkness in him. Riza, too, had nightmares from the war, even now. Roy knew she woke sometimes, screaming, still feeling the burning kiss of his flames.
Roy knew she needed a little time to just relax and if he could help her do that, he would. He had set a couple books on the table, mystery for her, a poison handbook for himself – for the chemistry of it all, damn it. He wasn't thinking about taking out unruly subordinates or cruel rulers. He didn't want to presume Riza's only plan for the night was ripping his clothes off and doing unspeakable things to him. Okay, he'd probably speak those things to Maes while drunk. A radio played staticky music from the one and only channel it picked up.
“This looks cozy,” Riza said, coming out of the den.
Roy held a hand out to her. “Comfortable for a cold night.”
She brushed her fingers over his then sat next to him. Her gaze alighted on the two drinks on the table, a short glass of amber whiskey and a taller, wider one with a brilliant red liquid cupped inside. Fruit floated in the ruby depths and Xingese chop sticks crossed over the top of the taller glass.
“Now, what is that?” She nodded to the drink.
“Xingese Autumn Sunset.” Roy picked it up, putting it in her hand. “Aunt Chris said Mom taught it to her. Supposedly it's from Xing. You're meant to pick out the pieces of plum with the chop sticks.”
“And you get to watch my mouth as I eat.” Riza smiled.
“That is the general idea.”
She took the chop sticks in hand but sipped the drink first. “Mmmm, sweet.” Riza plucked out a sliver of plum that, if questioned, Roy would deny had been purposely cut to be somewhat phallic in shape. Riza very rarely wore lipstick but he didn't mind. Her pink lips formed around the sweet fruit and Roy felt just a little flushed. Definitely not from the fire. “I see the appeal of this. Your eyes are so wide I could fall into them.”
Roy ran a hand up her arm then rubbed the back of her neck. “I like the idea of that.”
He reached for his whiskey as she ate another sliver.
By the time she had all but made love to the plum pieces, Roy was half hard and at the bottom of his glass. He pulled her onto his lap as Riza sipped the sweet liquor that remained. He slipped his hand under her trouser's waistband and into her panties. She shifted a bit, giving him better access. So warm and wet, she was ready for him.
Riza set the drink aside and leaned in for a kiss. “Come on back to the bed room. I have all sorts of plans for you tonight.”
Roy could hardly ignore an invitation like that.
XXX
When he burnt her back to destroy her father's research on flame alchemy, Riza couldn’t believe the pain. It crystallized in a moment all the suffering her father’s alchemy had wrought. Briefly, she hated all alchemists and especially her father for making her an integral part in the holocaust.
She knew she would have terrible scars, but really, what did it matter? Her father had already left her with something that would require so much explaining to a man who, in all probability, would only be horrified.
Roy was horrified the first time he saw the scars he had caused. For months after joining his team, she had thought their relationship had shattered beyond her ability to put it together. He was so jumpy, she thought he’d never realize that her motives for joining him were less than pure. She still loved him, which was part of the reason she made that terrible pact with him. Of course, it took her a while to realize he agreed in part because he loved her and could never cause her the agony of killing him.
It had been quite some time since his first horrified look at those scars and yet Roy still wanted to see her naked. He usually had a lot of good ideas for seeing her naked and would surely try several this weekend. Riza had plenty of plans of her own. He thought she was still on the phone making the cover call but she spent most of the time putting touches on the bedroom.
Sometimes, she hated showing hints of weakness, like she had before coming to this cottage, but if she couldn’t show her fragility to Roy, who else could she reveal her inner pain? Roy knew her secret, had burnt bits of it away. He knew she often didn’t rest in the dark any more easily than he did. Some nights, they both needed comforting and that was when they stole nights like this.
Not wanting to waste any more of the night, Riza did a final check of her preparations before going back to Roy. When she did return to the living room, the drink he had waiting for her was a surprise.
Riza hadn’t been expecting the plum slices in the drink but even when Roy plotted out things for himself to enjoy, like her lips on the fruit, he technically gave her the keys to his castle. He was under her control from the moment she licked the first sliver of plum. Watching his eyes, clouded with lust, made her tingle, warm and swollen even before his fingers slipped into her panties.
She kissed him. “Come on back to the bed room. I have all sorts of plans for you tonight.”
Naturally, he offered her no resistance as she led him into the bedroom. Delicate red scarves draped the two lamps, casting crimson tinged light. The bedding, already turned down, had been spritzed with rose water and a bottle of similarly scented massage oil rested on the bed stand next to a bowl of honey puffs, little fried balls of dough smothered in honey.
She caught his face between her hands. “Undress me.”
His pupils dilated and he showed her he still knew how to undo buttons with his mouth. His tongue toyed with every bit of new flesh it bared. Riza played with his hair as he undid her zipper and eased her pants down. Roy kissed the inside of her thigh, making her quiver. He canted his eyes up at her, waiting for her to take full control. He always knew when she needed to. She flicked a hand toward the bed. Standing, Roy picked her up and put her on the bed. Riza took off his shirt then undid his trousers. She circled a finger over the head of his cock, waiting just behind the zipper. His breath hissed in.
Taking his hand, Riza tugged him onto the bed with her. He leaned over, plucking a honey puff free. Roy trailed it across her collar bone, leaving a sticky golden path then continued it down over her breast. With a soft word of encouragement from her, his tongue took the scenic route over that path. Her nipples hardened under his lips. Roy knew how to play her so well.
Wiggling free, Riza snared her own honey puff. She traced the bow of his lips with it before kissing the honey away. She popped the dessert into her mouth, letting the sweetness explode. He rubbed another puff along the curve of her calf, his tongue tickling her as he licked her skin clean.
“The oil, Roy,” she suggested.
Grinning, he tipped some of the rose scented oil into his hand. Riza stretched out belly down on the bedding. Roy straddled her, his hands rubbing the oil into her skin. He didn’t shy away from the scars he’d made on her back. He accepted her flaws, loved her in spite of them. He shifted around and started on her toes, working his way up. Riza felt loose and hot when his hand finally eased between her legs.
Her breath caught as his fingers circled her clit and dipped inside of her, finding all the hidden spots that made her want to melt. Roy’s fingers were for more than making fire. They worked a different kind of alchemy on her, bringing forth waters instead of flame. She moaned loudly as his hand slipped free. Roy leaned over to the dresser to get a condom.
Riza tugged it over his shaft but not before placing a kiss on the salty tip of it. She pressed Roy back against the mattress, stretching out on top of him. Draping one leg over his waist, Riza guided Roy up into her. She loved being like this, face to face, watching him as they made love, sweet and slow like the honey they both still had specks of decorating their skin. Their tongues and lips danced in time to the unhurried waltz their hips moved to.
Roy knew how to bring the woman out in her, strong and sure, before finally he reached a climax of his own. Afterwards, they remained in their warm knot of limbs, drowsy, happy. These stolen moments were all they had but neither of them would trade it for the world.
Author-
cornerofmadnessFandom Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer not mine, Arakawa sensei owns all
Rating NC-17
Characters/Pairing Riza/Roy
Timeline/Spoilers Set after Ishbal, spoilers for where Roy learned his alchemy
Word Count 1,945
Warning does sexy food warrant a warning?
Summary Some days, they need to be comforted.
Author’s Note written for
springkink for the prompt - Fullmetal Alchemist, Riza/Roy: hurt/comfort - when he burnt her back to destroy her father's research on flame alchemy. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta.XXX
When he burnt her back to destroy her father's research on flame alchemy, Roy thought that would be an end to them. How could she look at him after that, even though she had made the demand? Every time those deep, thoughtful eyes looked at him, how could they not see his fingers poised, ready to strike?
In spite of his fears, Riza wanted on his team, wanted to be around him. Roy would be a liar if he said that it hadn’t been an awkward couple of months. He couldn’t settle down around her. Riza eventually called him on it. When he allowed himself to relax just a bit, Roy realized she hadn’t joined him out of an overweening sense of duty. There was something deeper to her motives, a hint of the old feelings they had denied in their youth. Of course, now they had to keep on pretending they denied that love. Masks of professional detachment went on every morning along with combat boots and woolen uniforms.
So it meant they had to be crafty about finding alone time. Lucky for them, he had been raised by a spy. He knew about misdirection and stealth, had drunk of those waters all his life, so getting away this time had been fairly easy. Roy had planned to make the most of his little cabin in the woods. His mother had outdone herself with this lakeside cottage. He had drinks ready and waiting for Riza, who had to make a call, something to keep up the pretense she was on a long working weekend. The cottage’s setting was something out of one of Rebecca's romance novels. Roy always knew he was in trouble if Riza had borrowed one of those books from her friend. The stone fireplace had multicolored red, brown and grey rock with glittering pieces of mica in them, which captured the light of the fire he set earlier.
In honesty, fire no longer felt romantic to him, nor Riza he was pretty sure of that, not since the war. Still, the crisp night had already kissed frost flowers onto the windows. The fire made the room warm and inviting, if not inherently romantic. The smell of wood burning at least was sweet, free of the nightmarish odors of Ishbal. Riza had wanted this getaway for so long. He was not the only one with a core of darkness in him. Riza, too, had nightmares from the war, even now. Roy knew she woke sometimes, screaming, still feeling the burning kiss of his flames.
Roy knew she needed a little time to just relax and if he could help her do that, he would. He had set a couple books on the table, mystery for her, a poison handbook for himself – for the chemistry of it all, damn it. He wasn't thinking about taking out unruly subordinates or cruel rulers. He didn't want to presume Riza's only plan for the night was ripping his clothes off and doing unspeakable things to him. Okay, he'd probably speak those things to Maes while drunk. A radio played staticky music from the one and only channel it picked up.
“This looks cozy,” Riza said, coming out of the den.
Roy held a hand out to her. “Comfortable for a cold night.”
She brushed her fingers over his then sat next to him. Her gaze alighted on the two drinks on the table, a short glass of amber whiskey and a taller, wider one with a brilliant red liquid cupped inside. Fruit floated in the ruby depths and Xingese chop sticks crossed over the top of the taller glass.
“Now, what is that?” She nodded to the drink.
“Xingese Autumn Sunset.” Roy picked it up, putting it in her hand. “Aunt Chris said Mom taught it to her. Supposedly it's from Xing. You're meant to pick out the pieces of plum with the chop sticks.”
“And you get to watch my mouth as I eat.” Riza smiled.
“That is the general idea.”
She took the chop sticks in hand but sipped the drink first. “Mmmm, sweet.” Riza plucked out a sliver of plum that, if questioned, Roy would deny had been purposely cut to be somewhat phallic in shape. Riza very rarely wore lipstick but he didn't mind. Her pink lips formed around the sweet fruit and Roy felt just a little flushed. Definitely not from the fire. “I see the appeal of this. Your eyes are so wide I could fall into them.”
Roy ran a hand up her arm then rubbed the back of her neck. “I like the idea of that.”
He reached for his whiskey as she ate another sliver.
By the time she had all but made love to the plum pieces, Roy was half hard and at the bottom of his glass. He pulled her onto his lap as Riza sipped the sweet liquor that remained. He slipped his hand under her trouser's waistband and into her panties. She shifted a bit, giving him better access. So warm and wet, she was ready for him.
Riza set the drink aside and leaned in for a kiss. “Come on back to the bed room. I have all sorts of plans for you tonight.”
Roy could hardly ignore an invitation like that.
XXX
When he burnt her back to destroy her father's research on flame alchemy, Riza couldn’t believe the pain. It crystallized in a moment all the suffering her father’s alchemy had wrought. Briefly, she hated all alchemists and especially her father for making her an integral part in the holocaust.
She knew she would have terrible scars, but really, what did it matter? Her father had already left her with something that would require so much explaining to a man who, in all probability, would only be horrified.
Roy was horrified the first time he saw the scars he had caused. For months after joining his team, she had thought their relationship had shattered beyond her ability to put it together. He was so jumpy, she thought he’d never realize that her motives for joining him were less than pure. She still loved him, which was part of the reason she made that terrible pact with him. Of course, it took her a while to realize he agreed in part because he loved her and could never cause her the agony of killing him.
It had been quite some time since his first horrified look at those scars and yet Roy still wanted to see her naked. He usually had a lot of good ideas for seeing her naked and would surely try several this weekend. Riza had plenty of plans of her own. He thought she was still on the phone making the cover call but she spent most of the time putting touches on the bedroom.
Sometimes, she hated showing hints of weakness, like she had before coming to this cottage, but if she couldn’t show her fragility to Roy, who else could she reveal her inner pain? Roy knew her secret, had burnt bits of it away. He knew she often didn’t rest in the dark any more easily than he did. Some nights, they both needed comforting and that was when they stole nights like this.
Not wanting to waste any more of the night, Riza did a final check of her preparations before going back to Roy. When she did return to the living room, the drink he had waiting for her was a surprise.
Riza hadn’t been expecting the plum slices in the drink but even when Roy plotted out things for himself to enjoy, like her lips on the fruit, he technically gave her the keys to his castle. He was under her control from the moment she licked the first sliver of plum. Watching his eyes, clouded with lust, made her tingle, warm and swollen even before his fingers slipped into her panties.
She kissed him. “Come on back to the bed room. I have all sorts of plans for you tonight.”
Naturally, he offered her no resistance as she led him into the bedroom. Delicate red scarves draped the two lamps, casting crimson tinged light. The bedding, already turned down, had been spritzed with rose water and a bottle of similarly scented massage oil rested on the bed stand next to a bowl of honey puffs, little fried balls of dough smothered in honey.
She caught his face between her hands. “Undress me.”
His pupils dilated and he showed her he still knew how to undo buttons with his mouth. His tongue toyed with every bit of new flesh it bared. Riza played with his hair as he undid her zipper and eased her pants down. Roy kissed the inside of her thigh, making her quiver. He canted his eyes up at her, waiting for her to take full control. He always knew when she needed to. She flicked a hand toward the bed. Standing, Roy picked her up and put her on the bed. Riza took off his shirt then undid his trousers. She circled a finger over the head of his cock, waiting just behind the zipper. His breath hissed in.
Taking his hand, Riza tugged him onto the bed with her. He leaned over, plucking a honey puff free. Roy trailed it across her collar bone, leaving a sticky golden path then continued it down over her breast. With a soft word of encouragement from her, his tongue took the scenic route over that path. Her nipples hardened under his lips. Roy knew how to play her so well.
Wiggling free, Riza snared her own honey puff. She traced the bow of his lips with it before kissing the honey away. She popped the dessert into her mouth, letting the sweetness explode. He rubbed another puff along the curve of her calf, his tongue tickling her as he licked her skin clean.
“The oil, Roy,” she suggested.
Grinning, he tipped some of the rose scented oil into his hand. Riza stretched out belly down on the bedding. Roy straddled her, his hands rubbing the oil into her skin. He didn’t shy away from the scars he’d made on her back. He accepted her flaws, loved her in spite of them. He shifted around and started on her toes, working his way up. Riza felt loose and hot when his hand finally eased between her legs.
Her breath caught as his fingers circled her clit and dipped inside of her, finding all the hidden spots that made her want to melt. Roy’s fingers were for more than making fire. They worked a different kind of alchemy on her, bringing forth waters instead of flame. She moaned loudly as his hand slipped free. Roy leaned over to the dresser to get a condom.
Riza tugged it over his shaft but not before placing a kiss on the salty tip of it. She pressed Roy back against the mattress, stretching out on top of him. Draping one leg over his waist, Riza guided Roy up into her. She loved being like this, face to face, watching him as they made love, sweet and slow like the honey they both still had specks of decorating their skin. Their tongues and lips danced in time to the unhurried waltz their hips moved to.
Roy knew how to bring the woman out in her, strong and sure, before finally he reached a climax of his own. Afterwards, they remained in their warm knot of limbs, drowsy, happy. These stolen moments were all they had but neither of them would trade it for the world.
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