The Game's Afoot
Title: The Game's Afoot
Rating: PG
Universe: Fullmetal Alchemist
Summery: Roy tries to make it up to Riza.
It had been his fault. He was willing to admit it. If he hadn’t tried to run, Riza wouldn’t have been chasing him, and she wouldn’t have tripped over Fullmetal’s detached foot. Roy had just been grateful that the lieutenant hadn’t come out with anything worse than a twisted ankle and some bruises.
That had been three days ago.
Three days of Hawkeye refusing to wear the ankle brace and running (or more accurately, hobbling) around like nothing was wrong. This only served to make both her condition and temper worse. And that only served to make work more difficult for everyone.
Which was why Roy was taking matters - and possibly his life - into his own hands. Besides, he wasn’t about to pass up such a perfect opportunity.
“You wanted to see me, sir?” Riza said from the office door. She was almost able to mask the pain in her voice.
“Come inside, lieutenant, and close the door.” Roy said, folding his bare hands in front of him. His gloves could be seen poking out of his pocket. “Have a seat.”
Riza moved slowly across the office, every step pure agony. She sank gracelessly into the chair with an almost audible sigh. “Yes, sir?”
Roy stood up, circling around the desk until he was in front of Riza. With unexpected swiftness, he crouched in front of the lieutenant and grabbed her injured foot, deftly slipping off her shoe as he pulled the leg into a horizontal position. She tried to pull her leg back, but Roy held it firmly just above the swollen ankle.
“Just hold still.” He said, running surprisingly cool fingers over the hot, swollen flesh. “You’ve dislocated the joint, so I’ll just…” His other hand gripped the heel of her foot, and he pulled sharply and suddenly.
There was a loud pop, and stars danced in front of Riza’s eyes as the pain raced up her leg and set every nerve on fire. But the pain cooled quickly, drowned by a tidal wave of near euphoric relief. She let out a soft groan as every muscle in her body relaxed, suddenly releaved of the tension of the last few days. She barely noticed that Roy was still crouched between her legs, and that he had not yet released her foot.
His thumbs gently stroaked the sore tendons that connected her foot to her ankle while his other fingers traced the lines of her instep. He slowly twined his fingers between her toes, spreading them wide and kneeding the pale skin between, causing Riza to whimper involuntarily. Her foot twitched beneath his touch, and she weakly tried to pull it away. Roy kept his hold and favored Riza with one of his patented ‘humor me’ looking, still stroking the flesh between her toes.
The lieutenant watched with silent facination as his fingers traveled lightly across the ball of her foot, then traced the arch with his fingernails before pressing hard into the thick skin of her heel. His long fingers worked their way bck up again, pressing hard into her flesh and popping joints as he went.
Riza’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a moan of almost orgasmic proportions. Roy kept his head down as a smirk crawled across his lips. He didn’t look up again until his features were once again schooled into an expression of polite helpfulness. He picked up Riza’s shoe and handled it with the kind of reverence that was typically resevered for holy objects. “Better?” he asked, slowly slipping the shoe back onto her foot, his fingers still stroking the top of her foot lovingly.
Riza’s face was flushed, and her eyes did not quite meat Roy’s. “Yes, sir. Thank you.”
Roy helped her get to her feet and escorted her to the door, smirking on the inside.
Let the games begin.
Rating: PG
Universe: Fullmetal Alchemist
Summery: Roy tries to make it up to Riza.
It had been his fault. He was willing to admit it. If he hadn’t tried to run, Riza wouldn’t have been chasing him, and she wouldn’t have tripped over Fullmetal’s detached foot. Roy had just been grateful that the lieutenant hadn’t come out with anything worse than a twisted ankle and some bruises.
That had been three days ago.
Three days of Hawkeye refusing to wear the ankle brace and running (or more accurately, hobbling) around like nothing was wrong. This only served to make both her condition and temper worse. And that only served to make work more difficult for everyone.
Which was why Roy was taking matters - and possibly his life - into his own hands. Besides, he wasn’t about to pass up such a perfect opportunity.
“You wanted to see me, sir?” Riza said from the office door. She was almost able to mask the pain in her voice.
“Come inside, lieutenant, and close the door.” Roy said, folding his bare hands in front of him. His gloves could be seen poking out of his pocket. “Have a seat.”
Riza moved slowly across the office, every step pure agony. She sank gracelessly into the chair with an almost audible sigh. “Yes, sir?”
Roy stood up, circling around the desk until he was in front of Riza. With unexpected swiftness, he crouched in front of the lieutenant and grabbed her injured foot, deftly slipping off her shoe as he pulled the leg into a horizontal position. She tried to pull her leg back, but Roy held it firmly just above the swollen ankle.
“Just hold still.” He said, running surprisingly cool fingers over the hot, swollen flesh. “You’ve dislocated the joint, so I’ll just…” His other hand gripped the heel of her foot, and he pulled sharply and suddenly.
There was a loud pop, and stars danced in front of Riza’s eyes as the pain raced up her leg and set every nerve on fire. But the pain cooled quickly, drowned by a tidal wave of near euphoric relief. She let out a soft groan as every muscle in her body relaxed, suddenly releaved of the tension of the last few days. She barely noticed that Roy was still crouched between her legs, and that he had not yet released her foot.
His thumbs gently stroaked the sore tendons that connected her foot to her ankle while his other fingers traced the lines of her instep. He slowly twined his fingers between her toes, spreading them wide and kneeding the pale skin between, causing Riza to whimper involuntarily. Her foot twitched beneath his touch, and she weakly tried to pull it away. Roy kept his hold and favored Riza with one of his patented ‘humor me’ looking, still stroking the flesh between her toes.
The lieutenant watched with silent facination as his fingers traveled lightly across the ball of her foot, then traced the arch with his fingernails before pressing hard into the thick skin of her heel. His long fingers worked their way bck up again, pressing hard into her flesh and popping joints as he went.
Riza’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a moan of almost orgasmic proportions. Roy kept his head down as a smirk crawled across his lips. He didn’t look up again until his features were once again schooled into an expression of polite helpfulness. He picked up Riza’s shoe and handled it with the kind of reverence that was typically resevered for holy objects. “Better?” he asked, slowly slipping the shoe back onto her foot, his fingers still stroking the top of her foot lovingly.
Riza’s face was flushed, and her eyes did not quite meat Roy’s. “Yes, sir. Thank you.”
Roy helped her get to her feet and escorted her to the door, smirking on the inside.
Let the games begin.