More Than Grocery Shopping-- RizaMartel, yurismut
Title: More Than Grocery Shopping
Summary: Didn't want to wake you up. You looked so beautiful sleeping. Went grocery shopping. When milkman comes, pay him with money in the nightstand. I'll bring a special treat for you when I get back.
Rating: NC-17
Theme: #3 from 30sweets "Chocolate Bar"
Pairing: RizaMartel
Word Count: 3,174
This is ending up continuous, so here are the pieces before it:
When We Were Kids
Excuses
Warming Up
Morning Coffee
Martel woke up. She was groggy, and rolled over, reaching for Riza, and grasping nothing but air. The smell of brewing coffee wasn't in the air yet, and the bed next to her was cold, so she didn't understand where her lover could have gone. Standing up, and finding Riza's terrycloth robe, she checked the time. Eleven o'clock. If she remembered correctly, it was a Saturday, so Riza wouldn't have to go into work.
She meandered into the kitchen, scratching the back of her neck. She spied a note on the table, held down by a cup of coffee. It seemed that Riza must have gotten up early, brewed her coffee, and by now the smell had left the apartment. Martel's tongue flickered over her lips. No, she couldn't smell any remnants of the coffee in the air anymore. It must have been hours since it was brewed.
She picked up the cold much and poured the black coffee into a saucepan, turning on the stove to warm it up, ignoring the note for now. It was chilly in the apartment, and she was still waking up. Hopefully soon enough the apartment would be warmer, and she could think properly.
After standing by the range for some time, her body slowly warming, she made her way back to the table to read the note Riza had left for her. It was short and to the point.
Didn't want to wake you up. You looked so beautiful sleeping. Went grocery shopping. When milkman comes, pay him with money in the nightstand. I'll bring a special treat for you when I get back.
She was glad Riza had finally gone grocery shopping and ordered some milk. She poured the now- warm coffee into the mug and added the last of the whipped cream into the cup. They needed food in the house. Normally, Riza had gotten away with just having coffee and milk in the house, and perhaps a few things for breakfast. She could eat at the office - there was a cafeteria - and she could grab something on the way home. But now that Martel was staying at the house, and couldn't really leave, for fear of being caught by the military, Riza had to make sure the icebox was stocked.
Peeking into the box before she put the whipped cream back, Martel sighed. All the fresh food that was left was some shriveled lettuce and a fillet of fish that looked like it should have been eaten long ago. Wrinkling her nose, she shut the door to the icebox and stirred the whipped cream into the coffee, feeling lonely.
When Riza was at work, it was the hardest time for Martel. Riza's library was small, and her books were mainly on topics boring to Martel--the history of guns, biographies of people she didn't know--all non-fiction. Martel thought about the girl of her youth that couldn't keep her nose out of a romance novel, and smiled to herself.
Where were those novels now? She could use one; she could use something to do during the day. For a while, she had taken to cooking, preparing dinner for Riza before she got home. But, stuck in the apartment with only Black Hayate as company, she often idled, not sure what to do with herself.
She was woken up by a sharp knock on the door, not quite sure when she had fallen asleep. Yawning, and meandering over to the door, at first she thought it was Riza, her arms laden with groceries. But as she opened the door, she saw a man, carrying a case of three bottles of milk. "Riza Hawkeye?" he asked.
Close enough, Martel decided, and gave him the money she had found in the nightstand. "Thank you, ma'am," he said, and departed as quickly as he came.
The small interaction seemed odd to Martel. She really had only managed to spend large amounts of time with a couple of people before Greed had disappeared into her house. Alphonse Elric and Riza Hawkeye. Both of them had been kind to her, treating her, eventually in Riza's case, just like any other person. The fact that she had just gotten the delivery of milk from the milkman, a trivial experience to most people, was an accepting interaction, proof that perhaps once the hunt for her kind mellowed down she could live freely among humans. At least oblivious ones.
To live freely with Riza.
She smiled, and made her way back to the sofa, thinking of a more idyllic world.
When Riza got home, Martel was still asleep on the couch. Black Hayate curled up in her lap. Riza tossed the two of the sacks she had brought in onto the kitchen table, and then went back to the living area, making a beeline for her lover. She wasn't sure whether to tell Martel off for letting the dog on the sofa, or to curl up with her. She looked so calm and peaceful when she was sleeping: nothing like the dynamic woman she was when warm and awake.
As she watched, Martel stirred, yawning slightly and nudging Black Hayate off her lap. The dog yelped slightly and scampered over to Riza, sitting down and looking at her pleadingly.
Martel stood up, rubbing the back of her head, a goofy smile on her face. "You're home," she laughed. "And you brought real food..."
"And the treat I promised," Riza said with a smile of her own.
"What kind of treat?" Martel asked, suspicious, going to the kitchen to put the groceries away.
"Your favorite kind of treat," Riza said with a wink. "Or at least it was."
"They still make that?" Martel asked, her eyes wide.
Riza rolled her eyes. "You ought to be amazed how hard it is to find these days. It's nearly three o'clock and I've been shopping since seven o'clock in the morning."
Martel quickly put the perishables in the icebox and found what she was looking for. She pulled the paper wrapped object out of the bag, slightly breathless. "I haven't had proper chocolate in years," she mumbled, ripping off the paper hastily.
"I got two of them," Riza said with a soft smile, letting her hair down and taking her jacket off. She filled Black Hayate's bowl with dog food before turning to look at Martel. "One for now, and one for later. I know how much you loved the dark chocolate bars with pralines." She almost did a double take, looking at Martel again, whose face was messy with chocolate, the bar completely gone.
"You must have wanted chocolate more than I thought!" Riza laughed. "I hope you don't gain any weight!" The last words were facetious. Even getting proper food and pastries from Riza, rather than having to scavenge her meals together, the chimera hadn't even put on a single pound.
Martel couldn't help but laugh as well, sauntering over to Riza. "I'm a mess," she said softly, holding up a chocolate covered finger to Riza's lips.
Riza looked carefully at the chimera. "You must have really wanted that chocolate," she murmured, her tongue flickering to taste the chocolate offered, sucking on Martel's fingertip teasingly, wrapping an arm around her. A second finger, covered with even more melted chocolate, made its way into Riza's mouth, and she massaged it with her tongue, suckling on it to the knuckle.
Martel seemed weak at the knees and whispered simply in Riza's ear, "Did you know that some cultures consider chocolate an aphrodisiac?"
Riza pulled back a bit, licking the chocolate from the corner of the chimera's mouth, mumbling an assent, the sugary pralines, chocolate, and inherent taste of Martel more of an aphrodisiac than anything else could be. Riza pushed Martel up against the back of the couch, forcing her into a sitting position, and crawling into her lap, kissing her properly now, passionate and needy, the arm around her waist grasping at her, trying to pull her even closer as she pushed her against the couch.
Martel gasped and pushed Riza away a bit. "Need to put the rest of the groceries away," she gasped.
"Later," Riza said, nipping at the chimera's lower lip. "It's been a while since we've had time for just each other."
"If we put the rest of the groceries away," Martel reasoned, "we can find the other bar of chocolate. If there is anything I would like..." She paused, giving Riza a sultry look. "I would like to you feed it to me sensually, straddling me naked in bed."
Riza was shocked. Her childhood sweetheart hadn't managed to be so candid since they had met again, but somehow, she enjoyed the idea. Crawling out of the woman's lap, she smiled. "I'll play your game then," she mumbled. "Put the groceries away, strip, go to the bedroom, and eat it properly."
"Exactly," Martel purred, cracking her back, bending in a way that no person should be able to.
Putting the groceries away was mundane, but both of them knew it had to be done before some of the food went bad and insects found the rest. In the very bottom of the last back, Riza found the second bar of chocolate and held it aloft.
"Go to the bedroom," she said, winking at Martel. "And I expect you to be naked when I get there."
Martel dashed to the bedroom, dropping the terrycloth robe from her slender frame, placing herself on the bed in what she hoped was a desirable fashion. Riza eventually made her way into the room and turned the light off, stripping quickly, dropping the clothes she had donned to go grocery shopping to the floor. The sound of a bar of chocolate snapping in half could be heard, but more obvious to Martel was the sudden wetness at her thigh as Riza moved to straddle her.
Riza put one half of the bar on the nightstand and bit off a small piece, rolling it around in her mouth before leaning forward and kissing her wantonly, the small piece of chocolate passing between their mouths, until it melted into nothingness, just some syrup between their lips. Martel cupped one of Riza's breasts, her breath coming in small pants, simultaneously thumbing her nipple, feeling it harden under her touch, while licking the sugary mess off Riza's face, mewling softly.
Riza panted, amazed at the depths of want the chimera could arouse in her. She pressed their groins together, nibbling chocolate that had gotten smeared between them off Martel's chin. To her surprise, she felt Martel pressing a piece of chocolate up against her lips, and she opened her mouth, shivering slightly.
Lapping at the slender digit in her mouth, she managed to ask, in a muffled voice, "Wh-didn' we, whipp'd cream?"
Martel just laughed softly, bending backwards with ease, not answering the question, just seeing out a pert nipple with chocolate covered lips, dragging the sugar mess in circles along the pale tissue of her breast. The muffled question turned into a wanton moan; Riza ground against the chimera, suckling hard on that sugar finger.
There was more chocolate on the nightstand, but Riza was busy licking the chocolate from under Martel's lip as the chimera explored the wetness against her thigh, flicking the lieutenant's clit, spreading the chocolate mess even further. Her fingers were a sticky mess of Riza's arousal and melted chocolate now, and she pulled back, making sure Riza could see her in the dim afternoon light, licking the mess off herself, making a show of it.
If Riza had been aroused by the sensual kisses, the nips and kisses at her breasts, or even the gentle touches between her legs, it was nothing compared to this show of Martel licking up her slender digits, messily cleaning the sticky juice from her fingers, chocolate on her cheekbones, her small breasts smeared with the sugary confection.
Riza gave up straddling and watching this teasing show, pressing Martel down on the bed and licking chocolate from her wherever she could find it with small growls-her cheekbones, her breasts, stomach, thighs, enjoying the gasp of surprise from Martel, pressing her hard against the bed, enjoying dominating the chimera.
Her whimpers and moans of pleasure only added to Riza's happiness; Martel was making it obvious that this was what she wanted. Biting down almost hard on the chimera's inner thigh brought out a throaty moan, and Riza lapped at the forming bruise, her face getting sticky. Tonguing at the edge of Martel's labia, she nipped at her clitoris, bringing the chimera's spine arching off the bed. Before she even had a chance to organize her thoughts, Riza's tongue thrust into her, the flavor of chocolate still on her palate, mixing with the unique taste that was Martel.
"Please," Martel begged, left in suspense as Riza began lapping at the edge of her labia again. But her words seemed to fall on deaf ears; Riza's slow lap remained at the edge of that sensitive zone, keeping her on edge, giving her no real relief.
Riza's hands moved to Martel's hips as the chimera began to try and shift, forcing pleasure, but Riza forced her to stay still. But as she did so, she moved to add more pressure to the chimera's clit, the tip of her tongue flicking against the swollen organ.
Martel's hands fisted in the sheets, her breath coming in short pants, her eyes squeezed shut as she whimpered in pleasure. Eventually, as Riza let go of her hips, letting Martel roll them to shower her where it felt best. But as soon as she did so, Riza pushed two fingers into her, pressing against the soft flesh inside of her and it was just too much.
She shuddered, whimpering Riza's name as she came, contracting around the sharpshooter's fingers, the bed sheets messy with her arousal and smeared chocolate. Riza didn't stop until the other woman caught her breath, shifting so she could lay next to her. She pressed a soft and gentle, yet sticky, kiss against Martel's forehead.
Martel, however, seemed dissatisfied with that, still rubbing up against her and pulling her down for a proper kiss, licking her own juice off Riza's face. Riza shuddered, feeling the chimera's long tongue against her, so different from any other woman she had kissed.
Sometimes, there were benefits to sleeping with a chimera, Riza noted, the long tongue sweeping to her breastbone. There was still chocolate to clean up from when Martel had pleasured her while that sugary substance was still being spread between them.
"I'm... not tender," Riza said, her duty calloused fingertips stroking Martel's shorter hair. "We're not sixteen anymore..."
She felt, more than heard the murmured consent against her chest and she shivered lightly at the vibration on her pale skin. Red-brown eyes, dimmed with pleasure, her head tilting back against the headboard of the bed-Martel nipped the chocolate off her nipple. Rather than trailing butterfly kisses down her side, Martel took Riza's words to heart, biting and nipping brutally a path towards Riza's aching groin, and it was rewarded with a hearty moan.
She cleaned up the chocolate around Riza's navel quickly, wanting to give her release, feel her ecstatic below her, and hear her shallow gasps.
It didn't take Riza long to come, Martel's long tongue flickering in and out of her as she thumbed her clitoris. The intimate moment was shattered, though, as Martel coughed, spitting up hair that had strayed into her mouth while pleasuring her childhood sweetheart.
Riza just laughed, her fingers threading through Martel's hair again. "It'd be easier if you were bare, like me," the chimera complained, still spitting curly blonde hairs.
"I promise I'll at least trim," Riza said, wiping way tears, both from mirth and from the earlier pleasure.
They just lay together a while, silent, Riza's laughs fading into silence as she held onto the chimera. That too, was interrupted as a sticky, but sated Martel sat up. "There's more of that chocolate bar, isn't there?" she asked.
Riza groped for the nightstand, handing the partially melted bar to her. The chimera chewed on the chocolate slowly, her lover watching her.
"I didn't know you liked to be dominated," Riza said eventually, wanting to get the thought off her mind.
Martel winked at her, licking chocolate from her thumb. "That wasn't domination," she smirked. "But oh, I like to be dominated very much. Much more than what you did. Trust me, when you are taken care of by a homunculus who likes to put a dog collar and leash on you some times for breakfast, you learn to like some things."
Riza didn’t know what to say at first, intrigued by the idea. "Dog collar and leash?" she echoed, as if she wanted to make sure she had heard the chimera right.
"Sometimes ropes and handcuffs," Martel shrugged, a pleased look on her face. "Oh, or slave tops and whips... riding crops... backless chaps..."
Riza didn’t know what to say at all, not having had any experience in such things. "I've never..." she started.
Martel cut her off with a nod. "If we could go... do a different kind of shopping... not grocery shopping, maybe I could help teach you," she said. "You did seem to enjoy pushing me on the bed and having your way with me..."
Blushing hard, Riza looked away a bit, almost not wanting to admit that. "That's a big change in your sexual appetite since I saw you last," she just said, rubbing her forehead.
"Not like yours hasn't," Martel laughed. "It's been a long time since we were parted, but I remember clearly that you didn't like being bitten at all, didn't find it pleasurable."
"So... you know where to find these shops?" Riza asked steadily, knowing she was right. "And are you sure you can actually go shopping with me?"
Martel nodded again, thinking of the milkman. "I may not have Greed anymore, but now I have you to protect me, just in case. And besides, don't you think it's worth it?"
Riza paused, pondering her question. "Yes," she decided finally. "On one condition."
"What's that?" Martel asked with a frown, standing up. "We need to take a shower."
"If you're going to come into public and go shopping with me in a fetish store," Riza said, "then you can't get out of coming into public to go on a date with me. Yes, I'll protect you, but I'll cherish you as well."
She picked up her gun with a smirk, and leered at Martel
Martel laughed and swallowed the last bit of chocolate. "Put down the gun," she said. "I'll go on the date. Let's take a shower and decide where we're going."
Summary: Didn't want to wake you up. You looked so beautiful sleeping. Went grocery shopping. When milkman comes, pay him with money in the nightstand. I'll bring a special treat for you when I get back.
Rating: NC-17
Theme: #3 from 30sweets "Chocolate Bar"
Pairing: RizaMartel
Word Count: 3,174
This is ending up continuous, so here are the pieces before it:
When We Were Kids
Excuses
Warming Up
Morning Coffee
Martel woke up. She was groggy, and rolled over, reaching for Riza, and grasping nothing but air. The smell of brewing coffee wasn't in the air yet, and the bed next to her was cold, so she didn't understand where her lover could have gone. Standing up, and finding Riza's terrycloth robe, she checked the time. Eleven o'clock. If she remembered correctly, it was a Saturday, so Riza wouldn't have to go into work.
She meandered into the kitchen, scratching the back of her neck. She spied a note on the table, held down by a cup of coffee. It seemed that Riza must have gotten up early, brewed her coffee, and by now the smell had left the apartment. Martel's tongue flickered over her lips. No, she couldn't smell any remnants of the coffee in the air anymore. It must have been hours since it was brewed.
She picked up the cold much and poured the black coffee into a saucepan, turning on the stove to warm it up, ignoring the note for now. It was chilly in the apartment, and she was still waking up. Hopefully soon enough the apartment would be warmer, and she could think properly.
After standing by the range for some time, her body slowly warming, she made her way back to the table to read the note Riza had left for her. It was short and to the point.
Didn't want to wake you up. You looked so beautiful sleeping. Went grocery shopping. When milkman comes, pay him with money in the nightstand. I'll bring a special treat for you when I get back.
She was glad Riza had finally gone grocery shopping and ordered some milk. She poured the now- warm coffee into the mug and added the last of the whipped cream into the cup. They needed food in the house. Normally, Riza had gotten away with just having coffee and milk in the house, and perhaps a few things for breakfast. She could eat at the office - there was a cafeteria - and she could grab something on the way home. But now that Martel was staying at the house, and couldn't really leave, for fear of being caught by the military, Riza had to make sure the icebox was stocked.
Peeking into the box before she put the whipped cream back, Martel sighed. All the fresh food that was left was some shriveled lettuce and a fillet of fish that looked like it should have been eaten long ago. Wrinkling her nose, she shut the door to the icebox and stirred the whipped cream into the coffee, feeling lonely.
When Riza was at work, it was the hardest time for Martel. Riza's library was small, and her books were mainly on topics boring to Martel--the history of guns, biographies of people she didn't know--all non-fiction. Martel thought about the girl of her youth that couldn't keep her nose out of a romance novel, and smiled to herself.
Where were those novels now? She could use one; she could use something to do during the day. For a while, she had taken to cooking, preparing dinner for Riza before she got home. But, stuck in the apartment with only Black Hayate as company, she often idled, not sure what to do with herself.
She was woken up by a sharp knock on the door, not quite sure when she had fallen asleep. Yawning, and meandering over to the door, at first she thought it was Riza, her arms laden with groceries. But as she opened the door, she saw a man, carrying a case of three bottles of milk. "Riza Hawkeye?" he asked.
Close enough, Martel decided, and gave him the money she had found in the nightstand. "Thank you, ma'am," he said, and departed as quickly as he came.
The small interaction seemed odd to Martel. She really had only managed to spend large amounts of time with a couple of people before Greed had disappeared into her house. Alphonse Elric and Riza Hawkeye. Both of them had been kind to her, treating her, eventually in Riza's case, just like any other person. The fact that she had just gotten the delivery of milk from the milkman, a trivial experience to most people, was an accepting interaction, proof that perhaps once the hunt for her kind mellowed down she could live freely among humans. At least oblivious ones.
To live freely with Riza.
She smiled, and made her way back to the sofa, thinking of a more idyllic world.
When Riza got home, Martel was still asleep on the couch. Black Hayate curled up in her lap. Riza tossed the two of the sacks she had brought in onto the kitchen table, and then went back to the living area, making a beeline for her lover. She wasn't sure whether to tell Martel off for letting the dog on the sofa, or to curl up with her. She looked so calm and peaceful when she was sleeping: nothing like the dynamic woman she was when warm and awake.
As she watched, Martel stirred, yawning slightly and nudging Black Hayate off her lap. The dog yelped slightly and scampered over to Riza, sitting down and looking at her pleadingly.
Martel stood up, rubbing the back of her head, a goofy smile on her face. "You're home," she laughed. "And you brought real food..."
"And the treat I promised," Riza said with a smile of her own.
"What kind of treat?" Martel asked, suspicious, going to the kitchen to put the groceries away.
"Your favorite kind of treat," Riza said with a wink. "Or at least it was."
"They still make that?" Martel asked, her eyes wide.
Riza rolled her eyes. "You ought to be amazed how hard it is to find these days. It's nearly three o'clock and I've been shopping since seven o'clock in the morning."
Martel quickly put the perishables in the icebox and found what she was looking for. She pulled the paper wrapped object out of the bag, slightly breathless. "I haven't had proper chocolate in years," she mumbled, ripping off the paper hastily.
"I got two of them," Riza said with a soft smile, letting her hair down and taking her jacket off. She filled Black Hayate's bowl with dog food before turning to look at Martel. "One for now, and one for later. I know how much you loved the dark chocolate bars with pralines." She almost did a double take, looking at Martel again, whose face was messy with chocolate, the bar completely gone.
"You must have wanted chocolate more than I thought!" Riza laughed. "I hope you don't gain any weight!" The last words were facetious. Even getting proper food and pastries from Riza, rather than having to scavenge her meals together, the chimera hadn't even put on a single pound.
Martel couldn't help but laugh as well, sauntering over to Riza. "I'm a mess," she said softly, holding up a chocolate covered finger to Riza's lips.
Riza looked carefully at the chimera. "You must have really wanted that chocolate," she murmured, her tongue flickering to taste the chocolate offered, sucking on Martel's fingertip teasingly, wrapping an arm around her. A second finger, covered with even more melted chocolate, made its way into Riza's mouth, and she massaged it with her tongue, suckling on it to the knuckle.
Martel seemed weak at the knees and whispered simply in Riza's ear, "Did you know that some cultures consider chocolate an aphrodisiac?"
Riza pulled back a bit, licking the chocolate from the corner of the chimera's mouth, mumbling an assent, the sugary pralines, chocolate, and inherent taste of Martel more of an aphrodisiac than anything else could be. Riza pushed Martel up against the back of the couch, forcing her into a sitting position, and crawling into her lap, kissing her properly now, passionate and needy, the arm around her waist grasping at her, trying to pull her even closer as she pushed her against the couch.
Martel gasped and pushed Riza away a bit. "Need to put the rest of the groceries away," she gasped.
"Later," Riza said, nipping at the chimera's lower lip. "It's been a while since we've had time for just each other."
"If we put the rest of the groceries away," Martel reasoned, "we can find the other bar of chocolate. If there is anything I would like..." She paused, giving Riza a sultry look. "I would like to you feed it to me sensually, straddling me naked in bed."
Riza was shocked. Her childhood sweetheart hadn't managed to be so candid since they had met again, but somehow, she enjoyed the idea. Crawling out of the woman's lap, she smiled. "I'll play your game then," she mumbled. "Put the groceries away, strip, go to the bedroom, and eat it properly."
"Exactly," Martel purred, cracking her back, bending in a way that no person should be able to.
Putting the groceries away was mundane, but both of them knew it had to be done before some of the food went bad and insects found the rest. In the very bottom of the last back, Riza found the second bar of chocolate and held it aloft.
"Go to the bedroom," she said, winking at Martel. "And I expect you to be naked when I get there."
Martel dashed to the bedroom, dropping the terrycloth robe from her slender frame, placing herself on the bed in what she hoped was a desirable fashion. Riza eventually made her way into the room and turned the light off, stripping quickly, dropping the clothes she had donned to go grocery shopping to the floor. The sound of a bar of chocolate snapping in half could be heard, but more obvious to Martel was the sudden wetness at her thigh as Riza moved to straddle her.
Riza put one half of the bar on the nightstand and bit off a small piece, rolling it around in her mouth before leaning forward and kissing her wantonly, the small piece of chocolate passing between their mouths, until it melted into nothingness, just some syrup between their lips. Martel cupped one of Riza's breasts, her breath coming in small pants, simultaneously thumbing her nipple, feeling it harden under her touch, while licking the sugary mess off Riza's face, mewling softly.
Riza panted, amazed at the depths of want the chimera could arouse in her. She pressed their groins together, nibbling chocolate that had gotten smeared between them off Martel's chin. To her surprise, she felt Martel pressing a piece of chocolate up against her lips, and she opened her mouth, shivering slightly.
Lapping at the slender digit in her mouth, she managed to ask, in a muffled voice, "Wh-didn' we, whipp'd cream?"
Martel just laughed softly, bending backwards with ease, not answering the question, just seeing out a pert nipple with chocolate covered lips, dragging the sugar mess in circles along the pale tissue of her breast. The muffled question turned into a wanton moan; Riza ground against the chimera, suckling hard on that sugar finger.
There was more chocolate on the nightstand, but Riza was busy licking the chocolate from under Martel's lip as the chimera explored the wetness against her thigh, flicking the lieutenant's clit, spreading the chocolate mess even further. Her fingers were a sticky mess of Riza's arousal and melted chocolate now, and she pulled back, making sure Riza could see her in the dim afternoon light, licking the mess off herself, making a show of it.
If Riza had been aroused by the sensual kisses, the nips and kisses at her breasts, or even the gentle touches between her legs, it was nothing compared to this show of Martel licking up her slender digits, messily cleaning the sticky juice from her fingers, chocolate on her cheekbones, her small breasts smeared with the sugary confection.
Riza gave up straddling and watching this teasing show, pressing Martel down on the bed and licking chocolate from her wherever she could find it with small growls-her cheekbones, her breasts, stomach, thighs, enjoying the gasp of surprise from Martel, pressing her hard against the bed, enjoying dominating the chimera.
Her whimpers and moans of pleasure only added to Riza's happiness; Martel was making it obvious that this was what she wanted. Biting down almost hard on the chimera's inner thigh brought out a throaty moan, and Riza lapped at the forming bruise, her face getting sticky. Tonguing at the edge of Martel's labia, she nipped at her clitoris, bringing the chimera's spine arching off the bed. Before she even had a chance to organize her thoughts, Riza's tongue thrust into her, the flavor of chocolate still on her palate, mixing with the unique taste that was Martel.
"Please," Martel begged, left in suspense as Riza began lapping at the edge of her labia again. But her words seemed to fall on deaf ears; Riza's slow lap remained at the edge of that sensitive zone, keeping her on edge, giving her no real relief.
Riza's hands moved to Martel's hips as the chimera began to try and shift, forcing pleasure, but Riza forced her to stay still. But as she did so, she moved to add more pressure to the chimera's clit, the tip of her tongue flicking against the swollen organ.
Martel's hands fisted in the sheets, her breath coming in short pants, her eyes squeezed shut as she whimpered in pleasure. Eventually, as Riza let go of her hips, letting Martel roll them to shower her where it felt best. But as soon as she did so, Riza pushed two fingers into her, pressing against the soft flesh inside of her and it was just too much.
She shuddered, whimpering Riza's name as she came, contracting around the sharpshooter's fingers, the bed sheets messy with her arousal and smeared chocolate. Riza didn't stop until the other woman caught her breath, shifting so she could lay next to her. She pressed a soft and gentle, yet sticky, kiss against Martel's forehead.
Martel, however, seemed dissatisfied with that, still rubbing up against her and pulling her down for a proper kiss, licking her own juice off Riza's face. Riza shuddered, feeling the chimera's long tongue against her, so different from any other woman she had kissed.
Sometimes, there were benefits to sleeping with a chimera, Riza noted, the long tongue sweeping to her breastbone. There was still chocolate to clean up from when Martel had pleasured her while that sugary substance was still being spread between them.
"I'm... not tender," Riza said, her duty calloused fingertips stroking Martel's shorter hair. "We're not sixteen anymore..."
She felt, more than heard the murmured consent against her chest and she shivered lightly at the vibration on her pale skin. Red-brown eyes, dimmed with pleasure, her head tilting back against the headboard of the bed-Martel nipped the chocolate off her nipple. Rather than trailing butterfly kisses down her side, Martel took Riza's words to heart, biting and nipping brutally a path towards Riza's aching groin, and it was rewarded with a hearty moan.
She cleaned up the chocolate around Riza's navel quickly, wanting to give her release, feel her ecstatic below her, and hear her shallow gasps.
It didn't take Riza long to come, Martel's long tongue flickering in and out of her as she thumbed her clitoris. The intimate moment was shattered, though, as Martel coughed, spitting up hair that had strayed into her mouth while pleasuring her childhood sweetheart.
Riza just laughed, her fingers threading through Martel's hair again. "It'd be easier if you were bare, like me," the chimera complained, still spitting curly blonde hairs.
"I promise I'll at least trim," Riza said, wiping way tears, both from mirth and from the earlier pleasure.
They just lay together a while, silent, Riza's laughs fading into silence as she held onto the chimera. That too, was interrupted as a sticky, but sated Martel sat up. "There's more of that chocolate bar, isn't there?" she asked.
Riza groped for the nightstand, handing the partially melted bar to her. The chimera chewed on the chocolate slowly, her lover watching her.
"I didn't know you liked to be dominated," Riza said eventually, wanting to get the thought off her mind.
Martel winked at her, licking chocolate from her thumb. "That wasn't domination," she smirked. "But oh, I like to be dominated very much. Much more than what you did. Trust me, when you are taken care of by a homunculus who likes to put a dog collar and leash on you some times for breakfast, you learn to like some things."
Riza didn’t know what to say at first, intrigued by the idea. "Dog collar and leash?" she echoed, as if she wanted to make sure she had heard the chimera right.
"Sometimes ropes and handcuffs," Martel shrugged, a pleased look on her face. "Oh, or slave tops and whips... riding crops... backless chaps..."
Riza didn’t know what to say at all, not having had any experience in such things. "I've never..." she started.
Martel cut her off with a nod. "If we could go... do a different kind of shopping... not grocery shopping, maybe I could help teach you," she said. "You did seem to enjoy pushing me on the bed and having your way with me..."
Blushing hard, Riza looked away a bit, almost not wanting to admit that. "That's a big change in your sexual appetite since I saw you last," she just said, rubbing her forehead.
"Not like yours hasn't," Martel laughed. "It's been a long time since we were parted, but I remember clearly that you didn't like being bitten at all, didn't find it pleasurable."
"So... you know where to find these shops?" Riza asked steadily, knowing she was right. "And are you sure you can actually go shopping with me?"
Martel nodded again, thinking of the milkman. "I may not have Greed anymore, but now I have you to protect me, just in case. And besides, don't you think it's worth it?"
Riza paused, pondering her question. "Yes," she decided finally. "On one condition."
"What's that?" Martel asked with a frown, standing up. "We need to take a shower."
"If you're going to come into public and go shopping with me in a fetish store," Riza said, "then you can't get out of coming into public to go on a date with me. Yes, I'll protect you, but I'll cherish you as well."
She picked up her gun with a smirk, and leered at Martel
Martel laughed and swallowed the last bit of chocolate. "Put down the gun," she said. "I'll go on the date. Let's take a shower and decide where we're going."