[ No harm at all -- as long as Riza was around to mind that ego. Most of the time, and especially within the walls of the Headquarters, she tempered it; but tonight, she was more in the mood to stroke it.
If she hadn't heard Roy's little impatient breath, she knew with his body language. As she set her bra aside, she gave him a knowing little smile -- an apology, and a promise; that she wasn't out to make him wait any longer. She knew that Roy Mustang hated waiting. That was the last bit of delay she would have him suffer for tonight -- because she figured she couldn't suffer any more delay herself.
As he came down again, she moved as if she knew what he wanted her to do. She laid back down, doing her best to keep her eyes on his as much as she can, encouraging, accepting. Her hand found his on her waist, and she moved her thighs at his kiss, letting him carry on what he had intended to do.
-- and once his tongue touched her, his name fluttered out of her lips with her sighs, and felt as if a signal flare had been lit and shot up through her body. The concept wasn't strange, but to experience it first hand was a whole different matter. His teasing held her on the edge of relief and tension, and she felt that he could keep her there for as long as he liked. Somehow she felt that he was looking for what pleased her, and thus she didn't hesitate, voicing encouragements as to where she liked it most. Her hold on his hand tensed, her other hand gripping the sheets, but her hips lightly shifted, inviting. ]
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If she hadn't heard Roy's little impatient breath, she knew with his body language. As she set her bra aside, she gave him a knowing little smile -- an apology, and a promise; that she wasn't out to make him wait any longer. She knew that Roy Mustang hated waiting. That was the last bit of delay she would have him suffer for tonight -- because she figured she couldn't suffer any more delay herself.
As he came down again, she moved as if she knew what he wanted her to do. She laid back down, doing her best to keep her eyes on his as much as she can, encouraging, accepting. Her hand found his on her waist, and she moved her thighs at his kiss, letting him carry on what he had intended to do.
-- and once his tongue touched her, his name fluttered out of her lips with her sighs, and felt as if a signal flare had been lit and shot up through her body. The concept wasn't strange, but to experience it first hand was a whole different matter. His teasing held her on the edge of relief and tension, and she felt that he could keep her there for as long as he liked. Somehow she felt that he was looking for what pleased her, and thus she didn't hesitate, voicing encouragements as to where she liked it most. Her hold on his hand tensed, her other hand gripping the sheets, but her hips lightly shifted, inviting. ]