Untitled [FMA, Roy/Riza, NC-17]
Title: Untitled (sorry I haven‘t been able to think of one and I don‘t wanna delay this anymore).
Author: arizonaicerose (Saku)
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: Erg just look at the prompt it should tell you everything- FMA (Roy/Riza) - Outdoors oral - he just can't wait
Word count: ~2400
Summary: “I always loved your hair down, you just are so much more beautiful like this.” Even if they were where anyone could see, Roy just cannot wait. He needs her.
A/N: Sorry this is a day late, I just couldn’t get it finished before a bug got me down…But I’m back again and ready to get back to it!
Timeline? Yeah, I really kinda based the timeline about when the Military starts fighting the Homunculus, so if around that time is a spoiler then maybe spoiler. I really don’t follow the events there so it may not be…So I’m not gonna put spoiler alerts just know it’s around that timeline.
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“Turn around and you're walkin toward me
I'm breakin down and you're breathin slowly
Say the word and I will be your man, your man”
~‘Say when’ by: The Fray
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The warm afternoon air is dusty, Riza can see the dust particles floating in the air as they dance in the warm sunlight. Curled up on the floor, hiding just under the window frame (where she assumes is the safest area), she tries hard to not stir up any extra dust as she leans against the handle of her gun.
The days are long anymore as she hides in an abandoned building (if it can even be considered a building; it’s nothing more then three crumbling walls that stand slightly taller then her, with a wide opening that looks out over the small alley) while listening to the nonstop radio chatter, both fake and real. Idly she has taken to daydreaming to help pass the long hours before she can sleep. In her dreams Riza remembers of the times when her life was simpler (back when making Colonel Mustang do his paperwork was her biggest stress).
Sighing Riza shifts her position, before holding her breath as another plume of dust flies into the sky. Slowly she lifts her arm remembering how when she was younger she always tried to catch the dust that flew in the air. Fingers slowly curl around the light that pours in from the window, and for a second she can remember being back at home, in her father’s office sitting near the large bay window trying to catch the dust specs as her father sat at his desk bent over the books.
“Long day so far.”
Jumping slightly Riza lets her hand fall back down to the ground as she glances at the man that is currently standing in the corner of the room. Silently she wonders just when he had walked in and why had she not heard him.
“Yes it has been,” Riza answers, her voice low as brown eyes shift towards the radio that drones on. She wants nothing more then to smash the radio, kill it with a well placed bullet. “And that,” she points to the radio, “does not make it go any faster.”
“Well,” Roy sits in the dusty ground (Riza wishes she had something to give him so he could sit somewhere clean) drawing his left leg up to his chest, arm resting on the bent knee, “since I was just chased out of Central I figured I could sit with you for a while.”
“Chased out?” That does not sound good. Especially with the situation they were currently in.
“Yeah, guess they’re having a meeting. And since I know all about Homunculus now, I’m not wanted around there.” Roy lays his head back, staring at the sky above them.
It is the first time that she notices that Roy is not in his uniform, but instead plain clothes (and she decides that she likes him in his dark blue uniform instead, brown pants and a plain white shirt really do nothing for him).
“So you decided to come and grace me with your presence.” Brown eyes smile as Riza leans back, flat against the crumbling wall, as she replies dryly “I’m so happy to hear that Colonel.”
“Haha,” Roy replies just as dryly as he moves closer to the girl. For the first time, in a very long time, she looks like the innocent girl holding a high powered rifle during the Ishbala war. And he wants to do nothing more then to wipe that look away. He wants the Riza who yells at him at all hours to do his paperwork (he has had horrible nightmares where he swears he hears her yelling in his apartment) before emptying her gun into the wall for further emphasis.
Sighing Riza lays her head on her boss’s shoulder, as silence descends upon the two of them. In the distance the radio hisses with static before a new round of chatter breaks through. She has given up listening though, the noise nothing more then a buzzing that never leaves, it is never nothing new.
“You know, I remember a promise you made me a long time ago.”
Riza glances up through her eyelashes at the Colonel as she waits for him to continue. “Promise?”
“Yes,” a hand slides over to cup her chin, tilting her head up slightly. “You promised that I could take you out to dinner once if I got all my paperwork done.”
She swallows hard, having a slight feeling of where this was going.
“Well I finished all my paperwork. So I get to take you out to dinner.” Roy tries to puff out his chest. Tries to look proud while sitting in the middle of a dirty floor in the middle of a battle. It does not work at all.
“Uhm,” Riza looks around the small building they are in, confusion creeping into her eyes, “I hate to tell you but this isn’t the best time for dinner plans.” A finger points off to the far corner of the room towards a dark blue bag, “I may have packaged soup in there though. Maybe some crackers. But since we can’t cook here, you’ll be eating dried ingredients.”
Roy’s tongue clicks disappointedly as he looks around their desolate location. Of course cooking was out, without a roof any steam could easily give away their location to the enemy. Sadly he had to agree with Riza, dinner was apparently out for now.
“Fine, but I want a rain check for when we have time.” Bending down, he cups her chin tilting her head before pressing his lips against hers in a chaste kiss.
“Hardly seems fair,” she mutters against his lips, “that I still have to follow an old promise when it isn’t even the work that I gave you.”
“A promise is a promise.”
Fingers ghost along her cheek before sliding into the blond locks that he loves dearly. Twisting they tangle as he works at a clip that holds her hair up. Blond veils Riza’s view as her hair is freed from the clip.
“I always loved your hair down, you just are so much more beautiful like this.”
Fingers card through her hair, pushing the strands away from her eyes and behind an ear, and Riza has to try hard to remember just where they were. They were outside, where anyone walking by could see them, not hiding in Roy’s office with the door locked tight and the blinds shut. She wants to remind him, hiss to him that they were outside, that this could not happen. Not here…
Fingers slide out of the blond locks and slowly make their way down to her chest, even through the baggy clothes Roy can still see her beautiful body- his mind replaying just how beautiful she is stretched out naked. Fingers slide along, twisting and scratching at the right areas, knowing just how to make her arch.
Teasingly light caresses filter through her clothes, and Riza gasps as she arches at the touch. Teeth dig into her lower lip as she tries to keep quiet. Arching, brown eyes roll back before closing tightly as she feels his fingers slide across her chest again before sliding lower.
Gasps fall from her lips, her cheeks flushing as she spreads her legs. Dust plumes up, but this time she could care less as she feels her hips thrust shallowly at his hand. At his fingers that slide along the seam of her pants, pushing only hard enough to tease her.
“Riza,” Roy whispers into her ear (oh god it makes her shudder in ecstasy at how his breath wraps around her), “I can’t wait.”
Swallowing Riza leans over, her eyes opening just enough for her to cup his cheek (fingers sliding past stubble) and press his lips firmly against hers. She knows what he wants and what she will get in return (suddenly outdoors or indoors, none of it matters).
Carefully she climbs onto his lap, arms draping across his shoulders as she brushes long fingers across the back of his neck. Her nails are jagged- ruined from crawling on the ground and from firing her gun for hours on end- but that does not turn him away from them, instead it feels right (the only way she should be).
Grinding her hips against the hardening mound in his pants Riza leans down to nibble at Roy’s neck. A hand grasps her shoulder, pushing her down and Riza easily takes the silent hint. He does not want to play, he just wants her. Now!
Smirking Riza climbs down until she is in between his legs, her fingers playing at the button of his slacks. It is fine- playtime can happen some other time, she is more then happy to get down to business with him now. Besides she would rather have playtime when she is back in a comfortable bed, it would be nicer then this. Then in the middle of a dusty floor, where anyone can easily see them.
…that thought almost makes her stop…
Almost.
But as she tugs apart the flaps of his slacks and reaches in for the heated flesh, Riza really decides she does not care who sees. Carefully she pulls out Roy’s hardened erection, cheeks flushing brightly as she strokes it slowly. Fingers dancing along the tip before sliding back down again.
Dark eyes flutter shut as Roy thrusts into Riza’s hand, his mouth falls open (and for a second he looks nothing like the commanding Flame Alchemist). Moaning his head falls back as he tries desperately to gasp for air. Shaky hands reach up to tangle into the blond hair, as he tries to push Riza down. A silent plea. He needs more.
Smirking she bends down, pausing long enough to glance out of the window that they are currently curled under. Nothing sounds close, all of the gun shots are still too far away to bother them. Tenderly she licks at the tip, her tongue circling around the head before sliding down the underside. Her hands never still as she pumps and fingers teasingly dance along the sides.
Butterfly kisses are planted along the head before she engulfs it, lips sliding along Roy’s straining erection. Slowly, and sucking harshly, she begins bobbing her head, her hand rubs where she can’t reach with her mouth. Cheeks hollow out has she sucks harshly before pushing back down.
Pulling away with a wet plop, Riza lets her hand take over as she watches the man above her. And she swears he is the most beautiful when he is like this (even more so then when he is in his uniform); his hair is mussed up and falling into his eyes, cheeks flushing violently as he gasps for air. The perfect white shirt is dirtied from dust and wrinkled as he thrusts again into her hand. Fingers scramble for purchase along the dirty floor, scrapping and scrambling as another broken cry breaks from his mouth.
And when he looks at her (half-lidded and oozing with sex appeal) Riza cannot help herself as she bends back down, taking in as much as possible. Quickly she bobs her head, her pace quickening to try to match with his ragged breaths. Eyes slide shut as she slides her free hand along Roy’s clothed stomach, clenching and tugging at the shirt.
She can tell by how he thrusts shallowly (he is mindful of not just thrusting deeply into her mouth) as she sucks the he is close. Pushing down, she can feel the tip slam into the back of her throat (and for a second it brings tears to her eyes as she tries to calm her body) and moans deeply. The vibrations slam into Roy, and he cries out- his voice shaking and quivering with emotion. Pulling away she lets her tongue flit around the head before sliding along the slit before pushing back down again.
She knows he’s close, so deliciously close, and Riza wants nothing more then for him to finally come. Fingers flutter around Roy’s body, as she tries to find bare skin the scratch and mark as hers. But everywhere she slides, she only finds clothing (annoying clothing that she wants to just rip off of his body).
Annoyed she groans at being denied access to more skin, the groan vibrating the erection in her mouth, and it is more then what the Alchemist can take. Roy can feel his highly strung control finally snap. Fingers curl and tangle in her hair as he slams her head down, barely feeling the fingers that grip at his slacks tightly (nails digging in that will leave marks later). Riza tries to calm her reflexes as she takes all of Roy in, until her nose is buried deep in his curls.
Swallowing deeply she looks up through her lashes, silently begging him to come- for her to get to taste him. Roy can only cry out as he stares at her and he swears that his hands have taken control of themselves as they pull her back (by her hair, though she does not seem to notice the tugs) only to slam her back down again. He can feel that tongue moving and flittering as he pulls back.
Moaning he pushes her back down sharply, his hips thrusting up as he buries himself into her mouth a broken cry flittering out as she swallows around him again. And he cannot stand it anymore as his body shudders, arms wrap around her head- cradling her head, as he bends over her body. Riza’s name is nothing more then an airy whisper as he comes, his warm essence sliding down her throat.
Swallowing Riza slowly pulls away, as she gasps for air. Fingers untangle themselves from her hair as she sits up. A hand brushes away a couple drops that she missed at the corner of her mouth, and greedily she licks them up- refusing to waste a drop. And before Roy can catch his breath, before he can even think of moving, she is climbing in his lap lips pressed harshly against his. And in the back of his hazed mind, he can taste himself on her tongue.
“Mmm,” Riza whimpers as she rubs herself against his leg, “later tonight, when my shift is over I want you to come to my room.” She wants him now, but she also wants more then just a quick fingering. She wants all of him, and Riza is more then happy to wait a couple more hours if it means she can have all of him.
“I think I can do that.” Roy whispers as he tries to straighten up his clothes while leaning forward to kiss the girl that is slowly retreating from his lap. He certainly can do tonight, it has been far too long since he has gotten to lie next to her. To feel her beautiful body atop his.
Author: arizonaicerose (Saku)
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: Erg just look at the prompt it should tell you everything- FMA (Roy/Riza) - Outdoors oral - he just can't wait
Word count: ~2400
Summary: “I always loved your hair down, you just are so much more beautiful like this.” Even if they were where anyone could see, Roy just cannot wait. He needs her.
A/N: Sorry this is a day late, I just couldn’t get it finished before a bug got me down…But I’m back again and ready to get back to it!
Timeline? Yeah, I really kinda based the timeline about when the Military starts fighting the Homunculus, so if around that time is a spoiler then maybe spoiler. I really don’t follow the events there so it may not be…So I’m not gonna put spoiler alerts just know it’s around that timeline.
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“Turn around and you're walkin toward me
I'm breakin down and you're breathin slowly
Say the word and I will be your man, your man”
~‘Say when’ by: The Fray
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The warm afternoon air is dusty, Riza can see the dust particles floating in the air as they dance in the warm sunlight. Curled up on the floor, hiding just under the window frame (where she assumes is the safest area), she tries hard to not stir up any extra dust as she leans against the handle of her gun.
The days are long anymore as she hides in an abandoned building (if it can even be considered a building; it’s nothing more then three crumbling walls that stand slightly taller then her, with a wide opening that looks out over the small alley) while listening to the nonstop radio chatter, both fake and real. Idly she has taken to daydreaming to help pass the long hours before she can sleep. In her dreams Riza remembers of the times when her life was simpler (back when making Colonel Mustang do his paperwork was her biggest stress).
Sighing Riza shifts her position, before holding her breath as another plume of dust flies into the sky. Slowly she lifts her arm remembering how when she was younger she always tried to catch the dust that flew in the air. Fingers slowly curl around the light that pours in from the window, and for a second she can remember being back at home, in her father’s office sitting near the large bay window trying to catch the dust specs as her father sat at his desk bent over the books.
“Long day so far.”
Jumping slightly Riza lets her hand fall back down to the ground as she glances at the man that is currently standing in the corner of the room. Silently she wonders just when he had walked in and why had she not heard him.
“Yes it has been,” Riza answers, her voice low as brown eyes shift towards the radio that drones on. She wants nothing more then to smash the radio, kill it with a well placed bullet. “And that,” she points to the radio, “does not make it go any faster.”
“Well,” Roy sits in the dusty ground (Riza wishes she had something to give him so he could sit somewhere clean) drawing his left leg up to his chest, arm resting on the bent knee, “since I was just chased out of Central I figured I could sit with you for a while.”
“Chased out?” That does not sound good. Especially with the situation they were currently in.
“Yeah, guess they’re having a meeting. And since I know all about Homunculus now, I’m not wanted around there.” Roy lays his head back, staring at the sky above them.
It is the first time that she notices that Roy is not in his uniform, but instead plain clothes (and she decides that she likes him in his dark blue uniform instead, brown pants and a plain white shirt really do nothing for him).
“So you decided to come and grace me with your presence.” Brown eyes smile as Riza leans back, flat against the crumbling wall, as she replies dryly “I’m so happy to hear that Colonel.”
“Haha,” Roy replies just as dryly as he moves closer to the girl. For the first time, in a very long time, she looks like the innocent girl holding a high powered rifle during the Ishbala war. And he wants to do nothing more then to wipe that look away. He wants the Riza who yells at him at all hours to do his paperwork (he has had horrible nightmares where he swears he hears her yelling in his apartment) before emptying her gun into the wall for further emphasis.
Sighing Riza lays her head on her boss’s shoulder, as silence descends upon the two of them. In the distance the radio hisses with static before a new round of chatter breaks through. She has given up listening though, the noise nothing more then a buzzing that never leaves, it is never nothing new.
“You know, I remember a promise you made me a long time ago.”
Riza glances up through her eyelashes at the Colonel as she waits for him to continue. “Promise?”
“Yes,” a hand slides over to cup her chin, tilting her head up slightly. “You promised that I could take you out to dinner once if I got all my paperwork done.”
She swallows hard, having a slight feeling of where this was going.
“Well I finished all my paperwork. So I get to take you out to dinner.” Roy tries to puff out his chest. Tries to look proud while sitting in the middle of a dirty floor in the middle of a battle. It does not work at all.
“Uhm,” Riza looks around the small building they are in, confusion creeping into her eyes, “I hate to tell you but this isn’t the best time for dinner plans.” A finger points off to the far corner of the room towards a dark blue bag, “I may have packaged soup in there though. Maybe some crackers. But since we can’t cook here, you’ll be eating dried ingredients.”
Roy’s tongue clicks disappointedly as he looks around their desolate location. Of course cooking was out, without a roof any steam could easily give away their location to the enemy. Sadly he had to agree with Riza, dinner was apparently out for now.
“Fine, but I want a rain check for when we have time.” Bending down, he cups her chin tilting her head before pressing his lips against hers in a chaste kiss.
“Hardly seems fair,” she mutters against his lips, “that I still have to follow an old promise when it isn’t even the work that I gave you.”
“A promise is a promise.”
Fingers ghost along her cheek before sliding into the blond locks that he loves dearly. Twisting they tangle as he works at a clip that holds her hair up. Blond veils Riza’s view as her hair is freed from the clip.
“I always loved your hair down, you just are so much more beautiful like this.”
Fingers card through her hair, pushing the strands away from her eyes and behind an ear, and Riza has to try hard to remember just where they were. They were outside, where anyone walking by could see them, not hiding in Roy’s office with the door locked tight and the blinds shut. She wants to remind him, hiss to him that they were outside, that this could not happen. Not here…
Fingers slide out of the blond locks and slowly make their way down to her chest, even through the baggy clothes Roy can still see her beautiful body- his mind replaying just how beautiful she is stretched out naked. Fingers slide along, twisting and scratching at the right areas, knowing just how to make her arch.
Teasingly light caresses filter through her clothes, and Riza gasps as she arches at the touch. Teeth dig into her lower lip as she tries to keep quiet. Arching, brown eyes roll back before closing tightly as she feels his fingers slide across her chest again before sliding lower.
Gasps fall from her lips, her cheeks flushing as she spreads her legs. Dust plumes up, but this time she could care less as she feels her hips thrust shallowly at his hand. At his fingers that slide along the seam of her pants, pushing only hard enough to tease her.
“Riza,” Roy whispers into her ear (oh god it makes her shudder in ecstasy at how his breath wraps around her), “I can’t wait.”
Swallowing Riza leans over, her eyes opening just enough for her to cup his cheek (fingers sliding past stubble) and press his lips firmly against hers. She knows what he wants and what she will get in return (suddenly outdoors or indoors, none of it matters).
Carefully she climbs onto his lap, arms draping across his shoulders as she brushes long fingers across the back of his neck. Her nails are jagged- ruined from crawling on the ground and from firing her gun for hours on end- but that does not turn him away from them, instead it feels right (the only way she should be).
Grinding her hips against the hardening mound in his pants Riza leans down to nibble at Roy’s neck. A hand grasps her shoulder, pushing her down and Riza easily takes the silent hint. He does not want to play, he just wants her. Now!
Smirking Riza climbs down until she is in between his legs, her fingers playing at the button of his slacks. It is fine- playtime can happen some other time, she is more then happy to get down to business with him now. Besides she would rather have playtime when she is back in a comfortable bed, it would be nicer then this. Then in the middle of a dusty floor, where anyone can easily see them.
…that thought almost makes her stop…
Almost.
But as she tugs apart the flaps of his slacks and reaches in for the heated flesh, Riza really decides she does not care who sees. Carefully she pulls out Roy’s hardened erection, cheeks flushing brightly as she strokes it slowly. Fingers dancing along the tip before sliding back down again.
Dark eyes flutter shut as Roy thrusts into Riza’s hand, his mouth falls open (and for a second he looks nothing like the commanding Flame Alchemist). Moaning his head falls back as he tries desperately to gasp for air. Shaky hands reach up to tangle into the blond hair, as he tries to push Riza down. A silent plea. He needs more.
Smirking she bends down, pausing long enough to glance out of the window that they are currently curled under. Nothing sounds close, all of the gun shots are still too far away to bother them. Tenderly she licks at the tip, her tongue circling around the head before sliding down the underside. Her hands never still as she pumps and fingers teasingly dance along the sides.
Butterfly kisses are planted along the head before she engulfs it, lips sliding along Roy’s straining erection. Slowly, and sucking harshly, she begins bobbing her head, her hand rubs where she can’t reach with her mouth. Cheeks hollow out has she sucks harshly before pushing back down.
Pulling away with a wet plop, Riza lets her hand take over as she watches the man above her. And she swears he is the most beautiful when he is like this (even more so then when he is in his uniform); his hair is mussed up and falling into his eyes, cheeks flushing violently as he gasps for air. The perfect white shirt is dirtied from dust and wrinkled as he thrusts again into her hand. Fingers scramble for purchase along the dirty floor, scrapping and scrambling as another broken cry breaks from his mouth.
And when he looks at her (half-lidded and oozing with sex appeal) Riza cannot help herself as she bends back down, taking in as much as possible. Quickly she bobs her head, her pace quickening to try to match with his ragged breaths. Eyes slide shut as she slides her free hand along Roy’s clothed stomach, clenching and tugging at the shirt.
She can tell by how he thrusts shallowly (he is mindful of not just thrusting deeply into her mouth) as she sucks the he is close. Pushing down, she can feel the tip slam into the back of her throat (and for a second it brings tears to her eyes as she tries to calm her body) and moans deeply. The vibrations slam into Roy, and he cries out- his voice shaking and quivering with emotion. Pulling away she lets her tongue flit around the head before sliding along the slit before pushing back down again.
She knows he’s close, so deliciously close, and Riza wants nothing more then for him to finally come. Fingers flutter around Roy’s body, as she tries to find bare skin the scratch and mark as hers. But everywhere she slides, she only finds clothing (annoying clothing that she wants to just rip off of his body).
Annoyed she groans at being denied access to more skin, the groan vibrating the erection in her mouth, and it is more then what the Alchemist can take. Roy can feel his highly strung control finally snap. Fingers curl and tangle in her hair as he slams her head down, barely feeling the fingers that grip at his slacks tightly (nails digging in that will leave marks later). Riza tries to calm her reflexes as she takes all of Roy in, until her nose is buried deep in his curls.
Swallowing deeply she looks up through her lashes, silently begging him to come- for her to get to taste him. Roy can only cry out as he stares at her and he swears that his hands have taken control of themselves as they pull her back (by her hair, though she does not seem to notice the tugs) only to slam her back down again. He can feel that tongue moving and flittering as he pulls back.
Moaning he pushes her back down sharply, his hips thrusting up as he buries himself into her mouth a broken cry flittering out as she swallows around him again. And he cannot stand it anymore as his body shudders, arms wrap around her head- cradling her head, as he bends over her body. Riza’s name is nothing more then an airy whisper as he comes, his warm essence sliding down her throat.
Swallowing Riza slowly pulls away, as she gasps for air. Fingers untangle themselves from her hair as she sits up. A hand brushes away a couple drops that she missed at the corner of her mouth, and greedily she licks them up- refusing to waste a drop. And before Roy can catch his breath, before he can even think of moving, she is climbing in his lap lips pressed harshly against his. And in the back of his hazed mind, he can taste himself on her tongue.
“Mmm,” Riza whimpers as she rubs herself against his leg, “later tonight, when my shift is over I want you to come to my room.” She wants him now, but she also wants more then just a quick fingering. She wants all of him, and Riza is more then happy to wait a couple more hours if it means she can have all of him.
“I think I can do that.” Roy whispers as he tries to straighten up his clothes while leaning forward to kiss the girl that is slowly retreating from his lap. He certainly can do tonight, it has been far too long since he has gotten to lie next to her. To feel her beautiful body atop his.