Sweet Dreams [FullMetal Alchemist, Roy/Riza, NC-17]
Title: Sweet Dreams
Author: arizonaicerose
Disclaimer: I don’t own it nor do I imply that I do. I am only borrowing the FullMetal Alchemist characters and world for my own fun.
Rated: NC-17
Prompt: - Roy/Riza: sexual healing: Roy has trouble sleeping at night
Word Count- 2846
Summary: 'Since you have to work tomorrow you're going to need your sleep...Roy." Her voice dropped an octave, leaving Roy wanting nothing more then to toss her to the mattress and to take her fast and hard.
A/N: As for any spoilers, I really don't see any. I never mention what -verse this is, but really it's more of a vague 'end of the series' type.
Anyways I hope you like this little story, it just came to me one night and I just let it take over, it wasn't how I had planned it, but sometimes you just gotta go with what your muse tells you to do. Also this is a newer writing style for me, hopefully it's ok. Enjoy!
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"Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in
Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in
And carry you over to a new morning"
'Sleep' ~Poets of the Fall
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A soft hand, one that has not seen hard labor for a while, grazes his cheek reminding Roy that there is still someone out there that loves him. That wants him to be happy. Lately he’s found himself questioning not only the military that he had loved and believed in (hell he had even lectured about its benefits long ago) but those around him. After the fight with the Homunculus he found it hard to trust his friends (especially since so many had turned on him) but especially random strangers.
Smiling he rolled onto his side, onyx eyes opening for the first time since he had laid down almost two hours ago. Sleep was going to be allusive again it seemed, he mused silently while staring at the beautiful blond girl that sat on the edge of his bed. The lone lamp in the room shined brightly, its light circling around her, haloing her in its beautiful light, leaving him awe-struck at the beauty that was only possible from an angel.
Perhaps she was an angel. A beautiful angel sent from above to help him, to save him from himself. The thought left him with an urge to laugh mirthlessly at the thought. An angel with a sharpshooter's precision; such a contradiction between the Riza here and the one at work. But then again it really did not matter what she was, just that she was here.
Every night that she was sitting here beside him, reminded him again that he could trust her, that he could allow himself to fall a little deeper into the safety net that he desperately wanted. That he could let the wall he had built- the same one that made sleep impossible anymore- crumble just a little more.
"Can't sleep tonight Colonel." She always asked the same thing, even if she knows the answer. It's been the same every night since that horrible fight against the Homunculus.
"Roy, it's just Roy here," he mutters, not wanting to break this moment. Afraid that if he speaks just a little too loud something will shatter, he's always afraid that if he talks too loud or too much that he'll wake up alone in his bedroom, lying on a cold, empty bed. "I've told you before here with us it's just Roy." He doesn't bother to answer her question; after all she knows otherwise she would be somewhere else. Not here.
A smile graces her face, another angelic moment, as she pushes back unruly black tresses that just refuses to stay out of his face, though the mussed hair does give him that hot look that makes her just want to drag him to her parents. Sometimes it makes her feel like she’s a teenager again wanting to show off the bad-assed boy that she’s decided to date in a show of rebellion, a rebellion that she had never got to feel (let alone show).
Instead she leans down slowly, pressing her lips to his in a chaste kiss. Already she can feel her body beg for more contact. She needs more then just the soft touches and the chaste kisses. And she knows that he will never refuse. If Roy had it his way she’d be ready all the time- even at work. (She knows about his fantasies involving her and the office- he talks in his sleep, something that makes her cringe listening into what he mutters heatedly to her in his dreams.)
Roy barely feels the soft lips on his before she’s pulling away- much too soon for his liking- and he grabs a handful of blond hair that has fallen from the barrette that keeps her hair off her neck. With a soft tug, one that she willingly follows, he’s pressing his lips against hers again this time though with more force then before.
Fingers carefully untangle from the strands that he had grabbed before ghosting the soft tresses that he’s grown to love. Reaching the back of her head, he grasps the dark blue barrette unsnapping it. Blond hair flows down, falling over their faces like a golden veil, protecting them from the outside world.
Shifting from her position Riza finds herself kneeling beside her boss- no her still ‘un-official’ boyfriend. Perhaps they should take that last step and announce to each other what they know silently. They’re on a first name basis, they spend all the time together, and now they’re even sleeping together. Yet still they refuse to announce what they know, instead dancing around the topic finding ways to avoid even bringing it up.
Before she even knows it she’s straddling Roy, her arms circled around his head while her knees are pressed tightly to his hips. Carefully she pulls away from the lips that she could easily stay attached to forever, gasping for air before smiling.
Hands slowly caress her back as Roy traces the muscles that she has developed from her years of training- and fighting- in the military. She’s not buff by any means but instead just in-shape. Muscles on girls were usually a turn off for him, yet she had just enough to still be considered sexy.
Fingers twist in the oversized tee shirt that she grabbed from his closet that evening. Even though she spends almost every night here, at least the ones that she’s in town for, she still refuses to bring anything to sleep in or even relax in. Riza claims that his clothing is more comfortable then anything she owns. And he can only wonder since he really is not skilled in wearing women’s clothing.
All he knows is just how sexy Riza looks when she’s wearing a tee shirt that barely comes to her thighs and she curls up on his worn couch with a mug of tea in her hands. Even more so when she decides to let her hair down early that night.
Almost as sexy as she looks sitting here on his thighs, her fingers already making fast work of the annoying buttons on his shirt. Before he can offer to help she’s freed the last button from its confines and tugs away the offending fabric that was leaving her without the view she so desired.
Bending down for another kiss Riza quickly breaks away, a whimper at the loss falling from Roy’s mouth before turning into a moan as he feels a questing tongue trail along his jaw line. Teeth nip at his earlobe as lips close around the flesh sucking heatedly. Hot breath falls onto the sensitized area leaving Roy a whimpering mess of goo on the mattress.
He silently praises and curses that Riza was able to find all of his ‘spots’ so quickly. He was the man, he should have been able to keep control in the situation; yet a touch here and a kiss there and he was left a boneless mess on the mattress watching the beautiful girl above him.
“Since you have to work tomorrow you’re going to need your sleep…Roy.” Her voice dropped an octave, leaving Roy wanting nothing more then to toss her to the mattress and to take her fast and hard. His body was already hardening to her heated whispers, to the side of her that only he got to see. And the added weight of her sitting on him as she shifted her hips just right to make the most contact to his was not helping Roy keep his head clear at all.
“How about I help you get some sleep…at least after we’re done.” A lick to his ear, her tongue sliding around the shell left Roy cringing as he tried to dry it with his finger.
“Ugh!” He complains and though he wants to tell her again that he hates it when she does that, he finds the words die off as she giggles. Really it had to be a crime to be so beautiful and hot all at once, though he is happy that she breaks that rule, some rules are made to be broken after all.
Kisses trail down his neck following his jugular as teeth follow soon behind the feather soft kiss. The light graze of her teeth make him arch his back as his head falls to the side. Again he wants to cry out, to moan loudly, yet he stifles the noise afraid of breaking this dream. He rather play it safe then to wake up at this moment, though he is perfectly sure this is not a dream (his dreams usually involve desks somewhere in it).
Fingers tangle in the fabric of his worn tee shirt that Riza borrowed (he thinks it was his old lucky shirt that helped him catch the giant fish last year but he can barely think anymore with the sensations assaulting him) as he feels her lips and tongue slowly trace around his collar bone.
Slowly his hips move, grinding against hers, as his breath becomes labored. Already he’s this turned on, yet another thing that amazes- and horrifies- him about her. Fingers grip at the shirt twisting tightly as he feels teeth sink into his shoulder. The fabric gives slightly as it threatens to rip right there. Yet another shirt of his that will be ruined, silently he wonders if she actually does like his clothes or if this is some plan of hers to make him have to buy a new wardrobe soon. With how fast he goes through them, it is a strong possibility.
His hips are now thrusting harshly against hers, sending shockwaves through both him and her. He would rather be inside her now thrusting, but she still is too focused on his chest. And as much as he would love to toss her down, somehow this right now is much too hot for him to ignore.
Soon, though not soon enough for the writhing Colonel, she’s licking around his navel her tongue thrusting teasingly into it before she tugs off the much too tight pajama bottoms finally freeing Roy from his cotton confines. A moan falls from his lips as he feels the cooled air of the room hit his hardened member.
Smirking Riza wraps her hand around the moistened tip before firmly stroking him. It’s finally too much for Roy as his body needs more then what she’s giving him. Grabbing the front of his borrowed shirt, Roy tugs Riza down for a heated kiss, a move that leaves her stunned as her grip on him loosens before finally faltering.
Moaning into the kiss, Riza feels her body relax as she molds perfectly with her superior. Sometimes she forgets just how wonderful of a kisser her boss was. The songs she’s heard about lovers feeling like they could float away after that special kiss leaves her remembering Roy and his kisses. Right now she could gladly float up to the clouds above.
Fingers grasp the shirt tighter as Roy turns, rolling them both around until their roles are reversed. Normally he would gladly let her top but tonight he needs more then what she was giving, faster then what she normally goes.
He does not understand why, but he needs to feel her more then normal. He almost feels as if he’s going to loose her soon, though that feeling is foolish. At least he tells himself that as his old insecurities resurface. He tries to tell himself that these feelings are just left over stress from the battles he’s recently went through. But even if he tells himself that, even if he quotes all those stupid psychology books that he’s looked over while wondering about his sanity, he finds himself still clinging to her.
Teeth nibble on her neck as he quickly enters her.
His hands are calloused, the result of being the flame alchemist- sparks often appear a little too close to his fingers, never enough to leave a mark but just enough to callous his fingers. Most girls flinch as his calloused fingers ghost their sensitive skin, but Riza barely notices as he pushes up the old shirt, bunching it up at her neck leaving her breasts exposed. A flush covers her soft cheeks as he stares appreciatively at the sight under him.
With a tentative thrust Roy pushes himself in deeper inside her. Brown eyes close as she wraps her legs around his hips. Hands grasp tightly onto his strong arms, as she braces herself. Together they rock and thrust slowly and sensually, relishing in the pleasure that travels over them.
Hands cup her breasts as Roy leans down for another kiss, one that is cut short as she moans at his questing fingers; kneading the mounds he slams deeply into her. Her back arches as he picks up the pace, his hips thrusting harder and faster into her.
One thing he loves about Riza is just how reactive she is. He loves watching the flush that once colored her cheeks slowly travel along her body, how her beautiful eyes close tightly and her mouth fall open. Watching her lying on the bed under him like this is more then he can bear at times.
The bed shakes slightly at their movements and again Roy is reminded of how lucky he is that he does not have neighbors living too close to him (one nice thing about a Colonel paycheck) as he listens to his cheap bed creak under the weight of the two of them. Somewhere in the back of his mind he reminds himself again, just like he always does when they’re together, to get a new bed. A thought that will never lead to action.
Riza is soon gasping and crying out under him, her voice echoing in the empty room as it picks up in octaves as her end nears. She is never worried about shattering the dream like he is. Sometimes he wishes he could just let loose and scream out to his heart’s content instead of hiding his voice behind bitten lips and against heated skin. But he knows that that will never change. Instead he focuses on the sounds that she makes and lets it take him to new heights.
Legs tighten around his hips and for a second the world spins around him before Roy finds himself once again at the bottom. But he cannot care as Riza continues moving using gravity to her- and his- benefit to let her bury him deeper into herself.
This sight is just as hot for Roy as he watches. He forces himself to keep his eyes open- no matter how much of a temptation it is for him to just close his eyes and focus solely on the sensations that run through his body. Above him is Riza bouncing as she runs her hands along her body; long fingers are touching, tweaking and scratching at just what she knows will send her over the edge. Brown eyes are shut tightly as she gasps and moans. She focuses on nothing more then the sensations that he gives her, as she finds herself quickly approaching her end.
With one last scream she pushes down harshly, burying him deep into her as she comes, her head falling back as her voice rises to the ceiling above. The sight alone is enough to send Roy over the edge, yet he’s not completely ready to loose this wonderful feeling as he grasps her hips harshly. Planting his heels into the mattress he thrusts into her a couple extra times, loving how her body tightens around his erection as she rides out the rest of her climax. With a broken cry that is strangled at his throat he releases deep inside her, his body shuddering as he comes harshly.
Lying like this next to her feeling all the tension leaving his body Roy really feels like he could easily start smoking. Especially after something as magical as that. Instead he finds himself rolling to his side, arms hugging her sleeping body closer to his as he finds himself slipping off into that dream state that he so dearly misses.
Slowly his eye lids become heavy as he drifts away. He knows tomorrow she’ll still be there, most likely poking his cheek in the most annoying manner that only she can get away with, and together they’ll tumble into the shower. If Roy gets his way, he can keep her busy long enough that the water in the shower will long turn cold and they will have to rush to get to work on time (though in all honesty, it’s more like she rushes while he slowly heads to the office). A smile crosses his face as he finally slips into the final grasp of slumber the last thought being that tomorrow she will be here again for him ready to help him sleep yet again.
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Sorry about the end…Erm my must just kinda…died. And honestly I just did not want to loose the flow that was going through me, I was worried that I’d end up not able to keep the flow of this story if I just stopped. So I told my muse to give an ending and this is what she gave me. I hope it’s ok.
Anyways I hope you had as much fun reading as I did writing this, this was actually fun (and different) for me to write..