FIC - Waking To A New Day (FMA, Riza/Alfons)
Title: Waking To A New Day
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Alfons/Riza
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Spoilers for CoS, even though it disregards the movie's ending.
Word count: 1400
A/N: This was written for Alfons Heiderich month (I <3 Alfons!) month over at fma_fuh_q. It's also AU, which is almost unavoidable when dealing with Alfons pairings.
Summary: Riza provides Alfons with a morning distraction.
She's up before him every morning, and usually he wakes up to the smell of coffee wafting into his room. When he comes into the kitchen she smiles and tells him good morning, just like she has every morning since he came to live here. The paper is neatly folded on the table by her coffee cup, and he knows she's already read through it. After the first month he learned to gauge the level of political progress in the county by the tension in her voice.
Today her voice is warm and even, and the smile reaches her eyes and softens her whole face. Good news today, then.
"You're not in your uniform today," he says. It took him a while to get used to seeing women wearing the same military uniform as the men, but after so long with Riza seeing her in civilian clothes is even odder.
"I don't have work today. Don't you remember?"
The last night's conversation comes rushing back to his mind, and he smiles. "It's a shame I don't have the day off too."
"When were you supposed to be at Central this morning?"
"Around ten. I have a meeting with General Hallard about the manned rocket research," he says, and she smiles. It's a familiar smile, one that he likes to see on her face as often as possible.
"So you have a few hours then," she says as she stands and stretches. As a result she ends up calling attention to the curve of her chest, and Alfons can feel himself start to get warm.
"I actually haven't put together the report yet," he says, even though what Riza is hinting at sounds so much more entertaining that putting together paperwork.
"Tsk," says Riza as she puts her hands on his shoulders and guides him to the bedroom. "I'm sure you have it all planned out in your head anyway."
He does, even though he really should have it down in writing.
"You just need to relax you before you get down work," she says, pushing him against the bed and crawling up above him so that he's pinned down between her knees and arms.
"I'm very relaxed," says Alfons, even though his heart rate is going through the roof. Her knees are to either side of his thighs, and she's holding herself up with her hands by his head. She's not even touching him, but she's so close, and he can feel his body start to react just to her presence.
"I was really supposed to have that report done for General Hallard this morning," he says, even though he really doesn't want her to stop. General Hallard seems to think Alfons should be able to build a rocket in a month anyway - most military people don't seem to understand that science takes time. Especially when he's dealing with distractions like Riza Hawkeye.
"The sky can wait," says Riza. "And besides, I think you deserve something rewarding for all the work you've done so far."
"That would be nice," he says. He doesn't like to be pushy with these things. He likes to leave that to Riza, and he thinks that she prefers it that way too.
She leans in for a soft, sweet kiss - it's almost chaste. But even as she dips her head down she doesn't let her body touch him anywhere but his lips, and it's frustrating the way he has to keep himself from lifting his hips off the bed to make contact.
"Riza..."
"Yes?" she asks, smiling softly at him like she has no concerns in the world. Her self-control in situations like these can be amazing, and he's always the one to give in first, to beg first. One of these days he's going to turn the tables on her, but not right now.
"I think I'd like for us to be touching now," he says, and it's an effort to keep a whine out of his voice. He wants to be inside her now, even though he knows the wait just makes the end result even sweeter.
She quirks an eyebrow at him, and then she pushes herself up so that's she's balancing on her knees. She very slowly pulls her shirt up over her head - most of her shirts are black, and so are most of her bras, and the sharp contrast of the black fabric against her pale skin only serves to compliment the swell of her breasts.
But she's still not touching him, even though he's already half hard just knowing what's coming. Sometimes she makes him feel like he's Pavlov's dog, and his body is just conditioned to respond to her every unspoken command.
"Now it's your turn to take of your shirt," she says, and he struggles to get his shirt off while still lying flat on his back. By the time he has it off she's discarded her bra as well, and he is given a clear view of her bare chest. She leans in again for another kiss, and this time the tips of her breasts press up against his own naked flesh, and he can't stop himself from jerking his hips up against her. He can feel her lips turn up into a smile against his mouth, and now he knows they're close to moving on to the good part.
He's proven right a second later when she holds his shoulders down to the mattress and then finally moves her hips down and pushes hard against his crotch. He groans at the sensation, because even through both of their pants it's amazing, and he's already fully erect.
"Is that what you were looking for?"
Alfons doesn't trust himself to speak, so he just nods. Riza says something in a voice too low for him to make out, and then she sets to work tugging his pants down. The fact that they have to stop and separate for a minute is aggravating, but it's worth it to feel her warm skin pressing against him once they're both naked.
She's not teasing him anymore - now she's covering him, and he can feel her muscular frame under her soft skin. There are times when he wonders if there was a Riza in the world he was born into, and if he would have met her if he had stayed there. But he's here now, and he has no intentions of ever going back even if he could figure out how to. Not when this world has so much to offer, and his home nation is being ripped apart by a war. This world has already had it's wars, and the people here understand the value of peace.
Riza reaches down and traces her fingertips along his erection for a moment before she slowly, gently guides him inside her. She's wet and warm and he loves this so much, because he's happy and she's happy too, and he never used to find this kind of happiness outside of his research. And as much as he enjoys scientific discovery, it doesn't quite compare.
"Faster," he says, in between gasping for more air. "Faster, please, Riza..."
She makes a little noise in the back of her throat that sounds like an affirmation, and she picks up her pace as she rocks against him. Alfons runs his hands over her back and over her sides; over every part of her he can reach. His fingertips skim along the various scars and marks she got in the bad times, before he met her. He's glad he wasn't here for those years, even though it means his understanding of her is incomplete. But he doesn't think he would have liked to see her suffer.
He can feel himself reaching his breaking point as they continue the rhythm, and Riza is panting and her face is flushed and he can tell that she's close, too.
"Riza," he says, reaching up to cradle her face with his hand, and before he can say anything else he is overcome by his orgasm, and that one minute of bliss that it brings.
She collapses on the bed beside him once she's reached her own pleasure, and he wishes for a second that he had the day off too, and that they could just stay here in bed until noon. "I think I need to go get ready to leave," he says, because now he's going need another shower if he plans on being presentable before the General.
"I'll be here when you get back," she says, still spread out along the bed, and he sighs as he leaves to get ready for the day.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Alfons/Riza
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Spoilers for CoS, even though it disregards the movie's ending.
Word count: 1400
A/N: This was written for Alfons Heiderich month (I <3 Alfons!) month over at fma_fuh_q. It's also AU, which is almost unavoidable when dealing with Alfons pairings.
Summary: Riza provides Alfons with a morning distraction.
She's up before him every morning, and usually he wakes up to the smell of coffee wafting into his room. When he comes into the kitchen she smiles and tells him good morning, just like she has every morning since he came to live here. The paper is neatly folded on the table by her coffee cup, and he knows she's already read through it. After the first month he learned to gauge the level of political progress in the county by the tension in her voice.
Today her voice is warm and even, and the smile reaches her eyes and softens her whole face. Good news today, then.
"You're not in your uniform today," he says. It took him a while to get used to seeing women wearing the same military uniform as the men, but after so long with Riza seeing her in civilian clothes is even odder.
"I don't have work today. Don't you remember?"
The last night's conversation comes rushing back to his mind, and he smiles. "It's a shame I don't have the day off too."
"When were you supposed to be at Central this morning?"
"Around ten. I have a meeting with General Hallard about the manned rocket research," he says, and she smiles. It's a familiar smile, one that he likes to see on her face as often as possible.
"So you have a few hours then," she says as she stands and stretches. As a result she ends up calling attention to the curve of her chest, and Alfons can feel himself start to get warm.
"I actually haven't put together the report yet," he says, even though what Riza is hinting at sounds so much more entertaining that putting together paperwork.
"Tsk," says Riza as she puts her hands on his shoulders and guides him to the bedroom. "I'm sure you have it all planned out in your head anyway."
He does, even though he really should have it down in writing.
"You just need to relax you before you get down work," she says, pushing him against the bed and crawling up above him so that he's pinned down between her knees and arms.
"I'm very relaxed," says Alfons, even though his heart rate is going through the roof. Her knees are to either side of his thighs, and she's holding herself up with her hands by his head. She's not even touching him, but she's so close, and he can feel his body start to react just to her presence.
"I was really supposed to have that report done for General Hallard this morning," he says, even though he really doesn't want her to stop. General Hallard seems to think Alfons should be able to build a rocket in a month anyway - most military people don't seem to understand that science takes time. Especially when he's dealing with distractions like Riza Hawkeye.
"The sky can wait," says Riza. "And besides, I think you deserve something rewarding for all the work you've done so far."
"That would be nice," he says. He doesn't like to be pushy with these things. He likes to leave that to Riza, and he thinks that she prefers it that way too.
She leans in for a soft, sweet kiss - it's almost chaste. But even as she dips her head down she doesn't let her body touch him anywhere but his lips, and it's frustrating the way he has to keep himself from lifting his hips off the bed to make contact.
"Riza..."
"Yes?" she asks, smiling softly at him like she has no concerns in the world. Her self-control in situations like these can be amazing, and he's always the one to give in first, to beg first. One of these days he's going to turn the tables on her, but not right now.
"I think I'd like for us to be touching now," he says, and it's an effort to keep a whine out of his voice. He wants to be inside her now, even though he knows the wait just makes the end result even sweeter.
She quirks an eyebrow at him, and then she pushes herself up so that's she's balancing on her knees. She very slowly pulls her shirt up over her head - most of her shirts are black, and so are most of her bras, and the sharp contrast of the black fabric against her pale skin only serves to compliment the swell of her breasts.
But she's still not touching him, even though he's already half hard just knowing what's coming. Sometimes she makes him feel like he's Pavlov's dog, and his body is just conditioned to respond to her every unspoken command.
"Now it's your turn to take of your shirt," she says, and he struggles to get his shirt off while still lying flat on his back. By the time he has it off she's discarded her bra as well, and he is given a clear view of her bare chest. She leans in again for another kiss, and this time the tips of her breasts press up against his own naked flesh, and he can't stop himself from jerking his hips up against her. He can feel her lips turn up into a smile against his mouth, and now he knows they're close to moving on to the good part.
He's proven right a second later when she holds his shoulders down to the mattress and then finally moves her hips down and pushes hard against his crotch. He groans at the sensation, because even through both of their pants it's amazing, and he's already fully erect.
"Is that what you were looking for?"
Alfons doesn't trust himself to speak, so he just nods. Riza says something in a voice too low for him to make out, and then she sets to work tugging his pants down. The fact that they have to stop and separate for a minute is aggravating, but it's worth it to feel her warm skin pressing against him once they're both naked.
She's not teasing him anymore - now she's covering him, and he can feel her muscular frame under her soft skin. There are times when he wonders if there was a Riza in the world he was born into, and if he would have met her if he had stayed there. But he's here now, and he has no intentions of ever going back even if he could figure out how to. Not when this world has so much to offer, and his home nation is being ripped apart by a war. This world has already had it's wars, and the people here understand the value of peace.
Riza reaches down and traces her fingertips along his erection for a moment before she slowly, gently guides him inside her. She's wet and warm and he loves this so much, because he's happy and she's happy too, and he never used to find this kind of happiness outside of his research. And as much as he enjoys scientific discovery, it doesn't quite compare.
"Faster," he says, in between gasping for more air. "Faster, please, Riza..."
She makes a little noise in the back of her throat that sounds like an affirmation, and she picks up her pace as she rocks against him. Alfons runs his hands over her back and over her sides; over every part of her he can reach. His fingertips skim along the various scars and marks she got in the bad times, before he met her. He's glad he wasn't here for those years, even though it means his understanding of her is incomplete. But he doesn't think he would have liked to see her suffer.
He can feel himself reaching his breaking point as they continue the rhythm, and Riza is panting and her face is flushed and he can tell that she's close, too.
"Riza," he says, reaching up to cradle her face with his hand, and before he can say anything else he is overcome by his orgasm, and that one minute of bliss that it brings.
She collapses on the bed beside him once she's reached her own pleasure, and he wishes for a second that he had the day off too, and that they could just stay here in bed until noon. "I think I need to go get ready to leave," he says, because now he's going need another shower if he plans on being presentable before the General.
"I'll be here when you get back," she says, still spread out along the bed, and he sighs as he leaves to get ready for the day.