drownsinflowers: (dearest elizabeth)
Roy Mustang ([personal profile] drownsinflowers) wrote 2013-11-16 07:26 pm (UTC)

[It was teasing that even he was struggling to cope with by this point, being this close to her and so intimate was such a new feeling. For a while it's nice to bask in the moment, revel in the way it feels to be kissed by the woman he's in love with.

The moment is slow, steady - easy even, and he really hopes that the rest of the night follows in a similar vein, at least for the most part.

Sex has never been like this. Roy's used to quick, almost meaningless, very occasional nights with people who mean little to him. His hands sweep back up from her hip, over her stomach and slipping down to the bed by her waist, keeping himself steady. Lips ghost hers again, only briefly because he's not really sure how he's doing. Good. Amazing. Better than he can ever remember, yet the words just don't formulate. Not properly.

At least she's not in pain, and no apparent discomfort. He trusts her enough to have told him if there was a problem, so it's only natural that he would rock his hips slowly against her, wearing a grin whilst he kept his forehead pressed to hers.]


You can tell me later.

[If ever there's an opportunity to twist something, you can be assured he will take it.]

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