Prompt 325, Use a Line of Poetry, "Have Some Shakespeare with Your Coffee"
Title: Have Some Shakespeare with Your Coffee
Author: chobot_so_hot
Series: The anime was in my mind as this was written
Word Count: 724
Rating: PG-13, for some suggestive imagery
Characters: Roy/Riza
Summary: Domestic fluff between husband and wife
Warnings: Brief sexual reference
Note: Sorry if I messed up any FMA references or impossibilities, or if the writing is just terrible. I'm quite rusty about all this.
As Colonel Roy Mustang became conscious to the world around him, he made the immediate observation that today was going to be a lovely day. All was quite picturesque: sunshine filtering in through the bedroom window, reaching across the room to illuminate the immaculate placing of trinkets and items throughout. The curtains had been tied back, and the window was lifted enough to let in the softest waft of a breeze. Mustang curled himself upwards, letting the sheets pool at his waist while he gave a wide stretch- and a wide yawn. Sighing, he then reclined backwards, resting on his hands as he further observed his surroundings. He smelled the faintest scent of coffee still lingering in the air, and made the executive decision of choosing the caffeinated beverage over remaining in bed all morning. Or, at least the rest of the morning he had left.
Padding softly into the kitchen, his wife gave him a curt “Good morning,” along with a brief appraising glance towards his whole person. Mustang got his designated unmarked, generic white coffee mug and filled it full with the steaming liquid. He then reclined, completely nude, against the kitchen sink to sip his beverage. Riza was enjoying coffee from her own similarly marked mug, reading the day’s paper.
“Good read?” Roy questioned, shifting his weight.
Riza’s right eyebrow gave an involuntary twitch; she turned to the next page and gave a noncommittal grunt. With a growing smirk, Mustang regarded the light dusting of pink across his wife’s cheeks. He then looked at Riza- really looked at her, his friend, lover, and wife. He took in the sandy color of her hair and its flat silky texture, stopping at an even cut line covering her shoulder blades. Her bangs were slight mussed, not yet pinned back with the rest of her hair. Her face encompassed the sun kissed glow of the morning, only broken by a scattering of darker freckles. Chocolate brown eyes stayed intently focused on the words before her, eyebrows ever so slightly pulled forward to further bely her concentration. Her delicate nose stood at a straight point, her breathing measured and even. And her mouth, relaxed, remained devoid of any need to convey emotion outside of content.
Mustang imagined feeling the soft, pink inside of that mouth, tasting the sweet residue of the cream she’d added to her coffee. He moved his eyes down, down the smooth milky length of her neck, the soft cotton of her night shirt, the light blue of her night bottoms. His thoughts returned to their night before, the calm togetherness of their love making, running his hands along her skin, everywhere. Feeling her around him, encompassing him, nails skimming softly along his back, and then pressure, dragging harder, finally digging into him more, asking for more, deeper- impossibly deep, falling and succumbing to the long slow pulses, the burning waves of fire that crashed over them both again and again. He had watched her fall apart, overwhelmed, completely destroyed and vulnerable there in his arms; and he now watched her here, composed, his Riza, his unshakably strong wife. His chest swelled with pride, and his heart swelled with love for this woman.
His cock also swelled with blood for his erection. All for her.
He turned and topped off his mug, then moved to the other side of the table and seated himself. Riza gave no indication that she was tracking her husband’s movements, bodily functions, or the openly lecherous look now aimed her way- complete with the leering eyebrows and sleazy half smile. She was, however waiting for it- whatever completely ridiculous flirtatious comment Mustang had saved up in his mental “How to make Her Swoon” archive.
The silence and staring continued, until at last he spoke:
“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”
Riza looked away from the morning paper and gave the Colonel a cutting glance.
“I’d rather yee didn’t.”
She turned back to her reading with a quick snapping of the paper, drawing the drooping headlines taunt with tension and obedience. Roy rumbled a laugh that never left his chest, and propped his forearms atop the backrest of his chair. He settled and turned to the kitchen window above the sink, admiring the beautiful start to the morning.
Author: chobot_so_hot
Series: The anime was in my mind as this was written
Word Count: 724
Rating: PG-13, for some suggestive imagery
Characters: Roy/Riza
Summary: Domestic fluff between husband and wife
Warnings: Brief sexual reference
Note: Sorry if I messed up any FMA references or impossibilities, or if the writing is just terrible. I'm quite rusty about all this.
As Colonel Roy Mustang became conscious to the world around him, he made the immediate observation that today was going to be a lovely day. All was quite picturesque: sunshine filtering in through the bedroom window, reaching across the room to illuminate the immaculate placing of trinkets and items throughout. The curtains had been tied back, and the window was lifted enough to let in the softest waft of a breeze. Mustang curled himself upwards, letting the sheets pool at his waist while he gave a wide stretch- and a wide yawn. Sighing, he then reclined backwards, resting on his hands as he further observed his surroundings. He smelled the faintest scent of coffee still lingering in the air, and made the executive decision of choosing the caffeinated beverage over remaining in bed all morning. Or, at least the rest of the morning he had left.
Padding softly into the kitchen, his wife gave him a curt “Good morning,” along with a brief appraising glance towards his whole person. Mustang got his designated unmarked, generic white coffee mug and filled it full with the steaming liquid. He then reclined, completely nude, against the kitchen sink to sip his beverage. Riza was enjoying coffee from her own similarly marked mug, reading the day’s paper.
“Good read?” Roy questioned, shifting his weight.
Riza’s right eyebrow gave an involuntary twitch; she turned to the next page and gave a noncommittal grunt. With a growing smirk, Mustang regarded the light dusting of pink across his wife’s cheeks. He then looked at Riza- really looked at her, his friend, lover, and wife. He took in the sandy color of her hair and its flat silky texture, stopping at an even cut line covering her shoulder blades. Her bangs were slight mussed, not yet pinned back with the rest of her hair. Her face encompassed the sun kissed glow of the morning, only broken by a scattering of darker freckles. Chocolate brown eyes stayed intently focused on the words before her, eyebrows ever so slightly pulled forward to further bely her concentration. Her delicate nose stood at a straight point, her breathing measured and even. And her mouth, relaxed, remained devoid of any need to convey emotion outside of content.
Mustang imagined feeling the soft, pink inside of that mouth, tasting the sweet residue of the cream she’d added to her coffee. He moved his eyes down, down the smooth milky length of her neck, the soft cotton of her night shirt, the light blue of her night bottoms. His thoughts returned to their night before, the calm togetherness of their love making, running his hands along her skin, everywhere. Feeling her around him, encompassing him, nails skimming softly along his back, and then pressure, dragging harder, finally digging into him more, asking for more, deeper- impossibly deep, falling and succumbing to the long slow pulses, the burning waves of fire that crashed over them both again and again. He had watched her fall apart, overwhelmed, completely destroyed and vulnerable there in his arms; and he now watched her here, composed, his Riza, his unshakably strong wife. His chest swelled with pride, and his heart swelled with love for this woman.
His cock also swelled with blood for his erection. All for her.
He turned and topped off his mug, then moved to the other side of the table and seated himself. Riza gave no indication that she was tracking her husband’s movements, bodily functions, or the openly lecherous look now aimed her way- complete with the leering eyebrows and sleazy half smile. She was, however waiting for it- whatever completely ridiculous flirtatious comment Mustang had saved up in his mental “How to make Her Swoon” archive.
The silence and staring continued, until at last he spoke:
“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”
Riza looked away from the morning paper and gave the Colonel a cutting glance.
“I’d rather yee didn’t.”
She turned back to her reading with a quick snapping of the paper, drawing the drooping headlines taunt with tension and obedience. Roy rumbled a laugh that never left his chest, and propped his forearms atop the backrest of his chair. He settled and turned to the kitchen window above the sink, admiring the beautiful start to the morning.