Archive Post! FMA Fic - The Anniversary
This is an archive post. This story was originally posted on Aff.net on August 20, 2005.
Title: The Anniversary
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Summary: Mustang prepares for a yearly visit. RoyxRiza M/F, LEMON
FMA does not belong to me and I make no profit from any of these tales. Any further archiving of my fiction is strictly prohibited unless cleared by me.
Author’s Notes: In all my stories, both partners are at least 18 years old. It’s the only way I don’t feel dirty writing this. Needless to say, most of my fics take place after episode 51 and therefore are AU.
The Anniversary
It was the one day of the year that he broke from routine.
On that day, he always awoke aware that today was The Day. At the office, he completed all his paper work without Hawkeye telling him to do so, even completing reports that he wasn’t required to do until the next day, freeing himself up for a morning of reflection. He never made plans for the evening, not even with Hughes. After work, he only made one stop; at the florist to pick up a bouquet of white lilies.
Once home, the flowers were set on the table as he searched for the vase he used only on this day. He carefully cleaned the dusty glass and filled it with water. Arranging the flowers inside, he set it on his kitchen table just so, making sure that it was visible from the hallway.
Changing out of his uniform, he dressed casual and made a small dinner for himself. She never let him cook for her, fearing the act would somehow shift them into courtship and that was something she would not allow.
By 5:30 he was comfortably seated in his armchair, drink at his side as he flipped through a random alchemy text.
The waiting was the worst, wondering if maybe this was the year that she finally didn’t need him. It had been seven years since his new assistant had uncharacteristically invited him out to drinks. Five years since he caught the pattern, four since he had invited her into his home, and three since he had taken her to his bed. And of course, it had been fifteen years since little Riza Hawkeye had been taken from her bed in the middle of the night.
Roy never told her that he knew, just like she never told him why she didn’t want to be alone That Night.
At six o’clock precisely, he rose from his chair and opened the door just as Riza set foot on the stoop. She brushed passed him as casually as she did people on the street. He closed the door when she stopped just inside the front door. He waited for her lead.
Shrugging off her coat, she headed toward his bedroom in silent affirmation. He followed after; an eye darting to the hall phone to make sure it was disconnected. He didn’t want anyone bothering them.
She stopped again inside his dimly lit room, waiting for his move. He slid up behind, wrapping his arms around her. She leaned back into the embrace. They both seemed to take in the moment with a deep breath. She smelled like lilacs and gunpowder.
His fingers brushed over the buttons of her uniform as he began to strip her of it. Undressing her was always a sight that he loved to behold; unwrapping the soldier to find the woman inside. With each piece lost, each expanse of flesh exposed and lavished with tongue, teeth, and bare hands, a little of the sharpshooter was replaced with a sensual goddess.
Roy found the transformation mesmerizing and once complete, she was a quivering mass of nerves, legs tense and trembling on either side of his head as his tongue worked her towards her first orgasm of the night.
As she was tossed between the haze of aftershocks and need, he quickly divested himself of his clothes and slipped back between her spread legs. His cock throbbed and he couldn’t wait for her to regain her senses.
She arched up into his first penetrating thrust. They stated slow, like they always did. His hands ran over the soft skin of her thighs and stomach. His lips tickled at her exposed throat and her strong hands gripped the muscles of his upper arms.
Slow never lasted long the first round of the night, they would have time for slow later as well as rough and kinky. The night was young and they had waited long enough for release. All that mattered now was need expressed in dirty words hissed through clenched teeth.
His orgasm came on strong and tortuously slow. Riza held him close, keeping him inside her as her own hit, her muscles grasping and contracting around his dick. Rocking together, they tried to draw the feeling out as long a possible.
In the morning, she’d be gone by the time he woke up. They’d go about their business as usual at the office, she’d call him Colonel and he’d address her as Lieutenant. They never talked about it and the only proof that it wasn’t a dream would be the bouquet of fresh lilies on Hawkeye’s desk.
In a few minutes she’d probably force him to his back and ride him slowly into oblivion. Later there might be toys or handcuffs. Anything that they wanted to do all year would be done in one night until they were both wore down to the last nerve and collapsed into a deep sleep.
Right now, however, they were at peace, and that was exactly what she came here for. Sometimes he wondered if she’d ever take him by surprise; if they’d ever get to do this more than once a year.
For now, though, this was fine.
-Fin
Well, that's the last of the aff.net stories. Next, on to fanfiction.net and then maybe some new stuff.
Title: The Anniversary
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Summary: Mustang prepares for a yearly visit. RoyxRiza M/F, LEMON
FMA does not belong to me and I make no profit from any of these tales. Any further archiving of my fiction is strictly prohibited unless cleared by me.
Author’s Notes: In all my stories, both partners are at least 18 years old. It’s the only way I don’t feel dirty writing this. Needless to say, most of my fics take place after episode 51 and therefore are AU.
The Anniversary
It was the one day of the year that he broke from routine.
On that day, he always awoke aware that today was The Day. At the office, he completed all his paper work without Hawkeye telling him to do so, even completing reports that he wasn’t required to do until the next day, freeing himself up for a morning of reflection. He never made plans for the evening, not even with Hughes. After work, he only made one stop; at the florist to pick up a bouquet of white lilies.
Once home, the flowers were set on the table as he searched for the vase he used only on this day. He carefully cleaned the dusty glass and filled it with water. Arranging the flowers inside, he set it on his kitchen table just so, making sure that it was visible from the hallway.
Changing out of his uniform, he dressed casual and made a small dinner for himself. She never let him cook for her, fearing the act would somehow shift them into courtship and that was something she would not allow.
By 5:30 he was comfortably seated in his armchair, drink at his side as he flipped through a random alchemy text.
The waiting was the worst, wondering if maybe this was the year that she finally didn’t need him. It had been seven years since his new assistant had uncharacteristically invited him out to drinks. Five years since he caught the pattern, four since he had invited her into his home, and three since he had taken her to his bed. And of course, it had been fifteen years since little Riza Hawkeye had been taken from her bed in the middle of the night.
Roy never told her that he knew, just like she never told him why she didn’t want to be alone That Night.
At six o’clock precisely, he rose from his chair and opened the door just as Riza set foot on the stoop. She brushed passed him as casually as she did people on the street. He closed the door when she stopped just inside the front door. He waited for her lead.
Shrugging off her coat, she headed toward his bedroom in silent affirmation. He followed after; an eye darting to the hall phone to make sure it was disconnected. He didn’t want anyone bothering them.
She stopped again inside his dimly lit room, waiting for his move. He slid up behind, wrapping his arms around her. She leaned back into the embrace. They both seemed to take in the moment with a deep breath. She smelled like lilacs and gunpowder.
His fingers brushed over the buttons of her uniform as he began to strip her of it. Undressing her was always a sight that he loved to behold; unwrapping the soldier to find the woman inside. With each piece lost, each expanse of flesh exposed and lavished with tongue, teeth, and bare hands, a little of the sharpshooter was replaced with a sensual goddess.
Roy found the transformation mesmerizing and once complete, she was a quivering mass of nerves, legs tense and trembling on either side of his head as his tongue worked her towards her first orgasm of the night.
As she was tossed between the haze of aftershocks and need, he quickly divested himself of his clothes and slipped back between her spread legs. His cock throbbed and he couldn’t wait for her to regain her senses.
She arched up into his first penetrating thrust. They stated slow, like they always did. His hands ran over the soft skin of her thighs and stomach. His lips tickled at her exposed throat and her strong hands gripped the muscles of his upper arms.
Slow never lasted long the first round of the night, they would have time for slow later as well as rough and kinky. The night was young and they had waited long enough for release. All that mattered now was need expressed in dirty words hissed through clenched teeth.
His orgasm came on strong and tortuously slow. Riza held him close, keeping him inside her as her own hit, her muscles grasping and contracting around his dick. Rocking together, they tried to draw the feeling out as long a possible.
In the morning, she’d be gone by the time he woke up. They’d go about their business as usual at the office, she’d call him Colonel and he’d address her as Lieutenant. They never talked about it and the only proof that it wasn’t a dream would be the bouquet of fresh lilies on Hawkeye’s desk.
In a few minutes she’d probably force him to his back and ride him slowly into oblivion. Later there might be toys or handcuffs. Anything that they wanted to do all year would be done in one night until they were both wore down to the last nerve and collapsed into a deep sleep.
Right now, however, they were at peace, and that was exactly what she came here for. Sometimes he wondered if she’d ever take him by surprise; if they’d ever get to do this more than once a year.
For now, though, this was fine.
-Fin
Well, that's the last of the aff.net stories. Next, on to fanfiction.net and then maybe some new stuff.