Havoc/Hawkeye for gretchen8642 [Eclipse, rated NC-17]
Title: Eclipse
Author: galuxkitty
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc/Riza Hawkeye
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 873
Warnings: Smut
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is the rightful property of Hiromu Arakawa. This is a fanwork written purely for both your entertainment and mine.
For gretchen8642, because it’s her birthday in two days and when people write you delicious Jean/Roy porn for your birthday, you have to return the favour and write porn they want. :3
During the day, they kept their lips shut, their faces set, their minds blank and their muscles poised for fear of showing too much to anyone else. Fuery got on with his work, Breda and Mustang got on with their game of chess, Farman got on with his reading and they, Havoc and Hawkeye, simply lived but did not exist until they were free, home with their comforts and their cravings and feelings that were unmasked and set free barely prior to Jean’s lock clicking open and the sharp scraping sound of the key being tugged free as they stumbled inside. Riza kicked the door closed with the heel of her boot and suddenly stern business faded to unbridled wanting in her eyes as she leaned back against the door in time with Jean in a sweet staccato of warmth and heat disappearing to be replaced by cool, longing regard.
One of his hands was big enough to hold both of her wrists against the large oaken door, and he pressed this to his advantage as he leaned in to kiss her, felt her teeth play with his rough bottom lip and the warm weight of her breasts brush against his chest. He shivered despite himself; for she was a cool burn and rarely ever lost control. Even as she was tugging him towards the bedroom, she was refined, delicate and perfectly calm whereas he, for the first time in the entire day, found himself rushing towards the challenge, standing up to those warm, passionate eyes with fixated regard.
And then they stumbled through the door and into the bedroom, duty didn’t matter, rules and regulations and what should be done were thrown down, landing on the floor like heavy chains along with the reserved blue that kept them from showing this any time they wished to do so. For the first time, Hawkeye allowed herself the movement, the release of longing when Havoc wrestled her bra away from perfect skin, tossed it carelessly away and pressed the same rough lips that had made her mouth feel raw against her breast, traced the soft curve of her skin along to the dark shadow of a nipple and paused there, teasing her with tongue and lip and tooth until her reserved regard was reduced to boneless need. His mouth moved down but his hand stayed, brushing and teasing just enough to make her heart beat painfully in her chest and her blood rush through her head, just enough to drive her to distraction as he unsnapped her uniform pants and tugged them down with her underwear, swearing softly as they got caught on her boots and he had to move his hand to undo them. Riza gives a plaintive little moan at this, and Jean is sure he’s quick about it as he ridded her of her pants and then started on his own, cursing again as he struggled to get his boot off without untying the laces; when he takes his socks off, something he neglected to do for her, there’s already a small, dull purple bruise forming on the top of his right foot thanks to this.
He finished stripping himself free of formal blue, and looked at her; golden hair splayed out across dark blue sheets, slim fingers teasing her own nipples and legs splayed wide across the bed, inviting him, because now is not the time for being polite, or for formality. Warmth curled in the pit of his stomach as he moved over her, kneeled on the bed and pushed two chilled fingers into the warmth of her body and making her eyes glass over from the perfect, uneven rhythm he set for their lovemaking with callused fingers.
Her eyes told him that she was ready, and he wasted no time and no concern as he withdrew his fingers and used the same hand to hold his own cock steady as he guided himself inside of her; she gasped, a short, sharp intake of breath as he moved slowly inside, invading her senses and feeling as she welcomed him with open arms.
He paused and slid both arms under her body, cradling her back as he looked up to wait for her signal, gave a soft moan and kissed her when he saw that her eyes already willed him to continue. Jean moved shamelessly, desperately and Hawkeye moaned and willed him on with slim legs hooked around his waist and warm flesh and muscles willing him to let go, to move over the edge with her; and he complied.
Duration was not important; the only thing that mattered was that they were free to do this, were free to love and live and exist with each other beyond the formality and the rules.
Afterwards, they were still, quiet, until Hawkeye murmured that she had to leave to feed Black Hayate, gathered her uniform and returned to the formality, the façade for her short walk home. Jean stayed naked in his bed with sheets pulled roughly to his waist, watching her until she was dressed and gone.
They never showed that they loved one another beyond those few hours every afternoon, but for now, they found themselves thankful for them.
END
Comments are greatly appreciated!
Author: galuxkitty
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc/Riza Hawkeye
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 873
Warnings: Smut
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is the rightful property of Hiromu Arakawa. This is a fanwork written purely for both your entertainment and mine.
For gretchen8642, because it’s her birthday in two days and when people write you delicious Jean/Roy porn for your birthday, you have to return the favour and write porn they want. :3
During the day, they kept their lips shut, their faces set, their minds blank and their muscles poised for fear of showing too much to anyone else. Fuery got on with his work, Breda and Mustang got on with their game of chess, Farman got on with his reading and they, Havoc and Hawkeye, simply lived but did not exist until they were free, home with their comforts and their cravings and feelings that were unmasked and set free barely prior to Jean’s lock clicking open and the sharp scraping sound of the key being tugged free as they stumbled inside. Riza kicked the door closed with the heel of her boot and suddenly stern business faded to unbridled wanting in her eyes as she leaned back against the door in time with Jean in a sweet staccato of warmth and heat disappearing to be replaced by cool, longing regard.
One of his hands was big enough to hold both of her wrists against the large oaken door, and he pressed this to his advantage as he leaned in to kiss her, felt her teeth play with his rough bottom lip and the warm weight of her breasts brush against his chest. He shivered despite himself; for she was a cool burn and rarely ever lost control. Even as she was tugging him towards the bedroom, she was refined, delicate and perfectly calm whereas he, for the first time in the entire day, found himself rushing towards the challenge, standing up to those warm, passionate eyes with fixated regard.
And then they stumbled through the door and into the bedroom, duty didn’t matter, rules and regulations and what should be done were thrown down, landing on the floor like heavy chains along with the reserved blue that kept them from showing this any time they wished to do so. For the first time, Hawkeye allowed herself the movement, the release of longing when Havoc wrestled her bra away from perfect skin, tossed it carelessly away and pressed the same rough lips that had made her mouth feel raw against her breast, traced the soft curve of her skin along to the dark shadow of a nipple and paused there, teasing her with tongue and lip and tooth until her reserved regard was reduced to boneless need. His mouth moved down but his hand stayed, brushing and teasing just enough to make her heart beat painfully in her chest and her blood rush through her head, just enough to drive her to distraction as he unsnapped her uniform pants and tugged them down with her underwear, swearing softly as they got caught on her boots and he had to move his hand to undo them. Riza gives a plaintive little moan at this, and Jean is sure he’s quick about it as he ridded her of her pants and then started on his own, cursing again as he struggled to get his boot off without untying the laces; when he takes his socks off, something he neglected to do for her, there’s already a small, dull purple bruise forming on the top of his right foot thanks to this.
He finished stripping himself free of formal blue, and looked at her; golden hair splayed out across dark blue sheets, slim fingers teasing her own nipples and legs splayed wide across the bed, inviting him, because now is not the time for being polite, or for formality. Warmth curled in the pit of his stomach as he moved over her, kneeled on the bed and pushed two chilled fingers into the warmth of her body and making her eyes glass over from the perfect, uneven rhythm he set for their lovemaking with callused fingers.
Her eyes told him that she was ready, and he wasted no time and no concern as he withdrew his fingers and used the same hand to hold his own cock steady as he guided himself inside of her; she gasped, a short, sharp intake of breath as he moved slowly inside, invading her senses and feeling as she welcomed him with open arms.
He paused and slid both arms under her body, cradling her back as he looked up to wait for her signal, gave a soft moan and kissed her when he saw that her eyes already willed him to continue. Jean moved shamelessly, desperately and Hawkeye moaned and willed him on with slim legs hooked around his waist and warm flesh and muscles willing him to let go, to move over the edge with her; and he complied.
Duration was not important; the only thing that mattered was that they were free to do this, were free to love and live and exist with each other beyond the formality and the rules.
Afterwards, they were still, quiet, until Hawkeye murmured that she had to leave to feed Black Hayate, gathered her uniform and returned to the formality, the façade for her short walk home. Jean stayed naked in his bed with sheets pulled roughly to his waist, watching her until she was dressed and gone.
They never showed that they loved one another beyond those few hours every afternoon, but for now, they found themselves thankful for them.
END
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