So my parents have been over for the past few days [FIC]
In which case, I just retire rather early in the evening, hole myself up in Monica's room (bed's comfy) and doodle, write, you name it, it's probably done listening to the iPod and the notebook is most likely nearby.
First off, we have FMA-fic. This one had me facepalming and snickering the entire time. I'll dedicate it to greywing.
Title: Human Contact
Rating: PG-13(HARD)
Summary: He was going through withdrawal
It was official.
He was going through withdrawal.
Riza Hawkeye-withdrawal.
So imagine his surprise as he hustled to where onlookers had spottered the famous first lieutenant last and found her pinned against a hallway wall by none other than Colonel Olivia Armstrong.
Roy Mustang knew what was good for him, so he stopped dead in his tracks and clicked his jaw shut.
If he didn't move, the monster couldn't see him.
Olivia's head leaned near Riza's as she whispered "I can smell that bastard's cologne."
Roy's collar felt tight as his brain processed the sight before him. He realized three very important things too. The first was that he had the perfect side-view of this entire, well, he couldn't quite classify it now as words were failing him, but one word kept coming to mind which brought him to the second and third realizations of he was alive, and damn that visual was HOT.
His collar right strangled him as he saw Olivia's head dive, her lips catching the lieutenant's.
Riza made a surprised sound, having forgotten how much attention the female Armstrong had lavished on her before.
Roy got jealous, of both Olivia for having the guts to even pin the other blond to the wall, and of the monster's tongue which was obviously getting more action than he.
He also got hard.
He coughed, the motion hiding the fact that he lowered a file to cover his arousal. *Cold Shower and the monster will kill you and eat -ngh...* "Excuse me, ladies."
Riza notably stiffened against the wall, but Olivia took her sweet time with licking the woman's lips before letting her go. "We will see each other again, soon," she gruffed, eyeing the grinning Roy Mustang and then taking her leave.
Roy kept all semblances of relaxing to himself and turned to Riza.
Just fast enough to see her sag against the wall, face flushed and lips glistening, damp in the hallway lights.
He couldn't blame her. After so long, it was getting hard not to resist any type of human contact at all. Even he was missing the touch of another human being.
He missed her.
But old habits certainly died REALLY hard as he re-pinned her against the wall. His voice was low as he chuckled and spoke, "that was hot." He slid his knee before her own, furthering the pin.
She leveled one of her "I'm six-point-ten-million-times-better-than-you" glares at him before attempting to duck out of the embrace.
Roy's knee just happened to be in the way.
And not helping her current situation at all.
"Sir," she couldn't help but grit out, for fear the friction would make her moan.
"Yes, dear?"
"Shut. Up." She did moan and flushed in shame.
He laughed and stepped away, watching her as she all but ran away...
... With a slight, dazed stumble to her gait.
He waited.
And waited.
...Now he just needed to find her in the vicinity of a big desk to take care of those pesky withdrawal pangs.
Title: The invitation
Rating: Hard R
Summary: Too many times she walked in on them.
The first time Yui came over to pounce Akira, they had just reached the point of his driving her mad in the most intimate of ways, when Mayu walked in.
He saw the memories flashing in Akira's eyes as they both yanked away.
Mayu was none the wiser.
The second time, he let Mayu watch.
He couldn't miss the looks of arousal at Akira's beautiful body.
He saw the hands clench as he sent Akira over the edge, her knuckles white as her scream echoed through the room.
Mayu crawled out when she thought he wasn't looking.
He knew she couldn't walk due to her state.
The whimpers and moans in the hallway weren't hard to ignore either as he bit Akira's clit for the second time.
The third time - as if the silly girl was just asking for it- he invited her to join them. He didn't give a flip about Mayu, but he was going to his Akira-time and so help anyone who stopped him.
Thankfully, she slammed the door as her version of a temper-filled declination.
He locked the door behind her.
And looked over his shoulder at the long-legged woman lounging in only his button-up shirt.
The look on her face reflected exactly how he felt.
They didn't feel like sharing.
First off, we have FMA-fic. This one had me facepalming and snickering the entire time. I'll dedicate it to greywing.
Title: Human Contact
Rating: PG-13(HARD)
Summary: He was going through withdrawal
It was official.
He was going through withdrawal.
Riza Hawkeye-withdrawal.
So imagine his surprise as he hustled to where onlookers had spottered the famous first lieutenant last and found her pinned against a hallway wall by none other than Colonel Olivia Armstrong.
Roy Mustang knew what was good for him, so he stopped dead in his tracks and clicked his jaw shut.
If he didn't move, the monster couldn't see him.
Olivia's head leaned near Riza's as she whispered "I can smell that bastard's cologne."
Roy's collar felt tight as his brain processed the sight before him. He realized three very important things too. The first was that he had the perfect side-view of this entire, well, he couldn't quite classify it now as words were failing him, but one word kept coming to mind which brought him to the second and third realizations of he was alive, and damn that visual was HOT.
His collar right strangled him as he saw Olivia's head dive, her lips catching the lieutenant's.
Riza made a surprised sound, having forgotten how much attention the female Armstrong had lavished on her before.
Roy got jealous, of both Olivia for having the guts to even pin the other blond to the wall, and of the monster's tongue which was obviously getting more action than he.
He also got hard.
He coughed, the motion hiding the fact that he lowered a file to cover his arousal. *Cold Shower and the monster will kill you and eat -ngh...* "Excuse me, ladies."
Riza notably stiffened against the wall, but Olivia took her sweet time with licking the woman's lips before letting her go. "We will see each other again, soon," she gruffed, eyeing the grinning Roy Mustang and then taking her leave.
Roy kept all semblances of relaxing to himself and turned to Riza.
Just fast enough to see her sag against the wall, face flushed and lips glistening, damp in the hallway lights.
He couldn't blame her. After so long, it was getting hard not to resist any type of human contact at all. Even he was missing the touch of another human being.
He missed her.
But old habits certainly died REALLY hard as he re-pinned her against the wall. His voice was low as he chuckled and spoke, "that was hot." He slid his knee before her own, furthering the pin.
She leveled one of her "I'm six-point-ten-million-times-better-than-you" glares at him before attempting to duck out of the embrace.
Roy's knee just happened to be in the way.
And not helping her current situation at all.
"Sir," she couldn't help but grit out, for fear the friction would make her moan.
"Yes, dear?"
"Shut. Up." She did moan and flushed in shame.
He laughed and stepped away, watching her as she all but ran away...
... With a slight, dazed stumble to her gait.
He waited.
And waited.
...Now he just needed to find her in the vicinity of a big desk to take care of those pesky withdrawal pangs.
Title: The invitation
Rating: Hard R
Summary: Too many times she walked in on them.
The first time Yui came over to pounce Akira, they had just reached the point of his driving her mad in the most intimate of ways, when Mayu walked in.
He saw the memories flashing in Akira's eyes as they both yanked away.
Mayu was none the wiser.
The second time, he let Mayu watch.
He couldn't miss the looks of arousal at Akira's beautiful body.
He saw the hands clench as he sent Akira over the edge, her knuckles white as her scream echoed through the room.
Mayu crawled out when she thought he wasn't looking.
He knew she couldn't walk due to her state.
The whimpers and moans in the hallway weren't hard to ignore either as he bit Akira's clit for the second time.
The third time - as if the silly girl was just asking for it- he invited her to join them. He didn't give a flip about Mayu, but he was going to his Akira-time and so help anyone who stopped him.
Thankfully, she slammed the door as her version of a temper-filled declination.
He locked the door behind her.
And looked over his shoulder at the long-legged woman lounging in only his button-up shirt.
The look on her face reflected exactly how he felt.
They didn't feel like sharing.