[ One can never stop a sniper's hands once they get to work. It's something about gaining momentum and following through and--
It wasn't that Riza was staring, but her eyes served their purpose and she did take a good look at Roy undressing, and finally, undressed. She couldn't look away -- she shouldn't. Her eyes served him, and in this moment, her eyes were for him alone. There was something to be said about a superior officer undressing before his subordinate, but at this moment, there were no ranks, no uniform -- just them -- friends, soul mates, partners.
His touches ignited and reignited her desires, and her eyelids close briefly at the contact over her cheeks and with his fingers in her hair.
As he moved to rejoin her, Riza made a little questioning noise, as if sensing that question in which she would answer, yes, his help in getting her out of her undergarments would be greatly appreciated... and her leg tensed, but only in the brief moment that the caress of Roy's hand registered. She bit the inside of her lip to temper a pleased little sound over where he had dared to place his kiss. She had leaned back on her elbow, because she didn't want to just close her eyes and let things happen -- she wanted to see, she wanted to remember.
Her other leg brushed against Roy's side, up and down in a slow and lazy tempo, as she released a shaky breath, and she looked at him, in mock accusation that was softened by amusement and arousal. Payback, was it?
She brought a hand up to brush through his hair, the pads of her fingers pressing against his scalp before relaxing to touch at his cheek. She gave him a light pinch, before lightly raking the back of her nails against the side of his neck. ]
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It wasn't that Riza was staring, but her eyes served their purpose and she did take a good look at Roy undressing, and finally, undressed. She couldn't look away -- she shouldn't. Her eyes served him, and in this moment, her eyes were for him alone. There was something to be said about a superior officer undressing before his subordinate, but at this moment, there were no ranks, no uniform -- just them -- friends, soul mates, partners.
His touches ignited and reignited her desires, and her eyelids close briefly at the contact over her cheeks and with his fingers in her hair.
As he moved to rejoin her, Riza made a little questioning noise, as if sensing that question in which she would answer, yes, his help in getting her out of her undergarments would be greatly appreciated... and her leg tensed, but only in the brief moment that the caress of Roy's hand registered. She bit the inside of her lip to temper a pleased little sound over where he had dared to place his kiss. She had leaned back on her elbow, because she didn't want to just close her eyes and let things happen -- she wanted to see, she wanted to remember.
Her other leg brushed against Roy's side, up and down in a slow and lazy tempo, as she released a shaky breath, and she looked at him, in mock accusation that was softened by amusement and arousal. Payback, was it?
She brought a hand up to brush through his hair, the pads of her fingers pressing against his scalp before relaxing to touch at his cheek. She gave him a light pinch, before lightly raking the back of her nails against the side of his neck. ]