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drownsinflowers) wrote2013-10-04 09:26 pm
drownsinflowers) wrote2013-10-04 09:26 pm
Ze Cocktail Partay Aftermath!
[Sometimes, things work out perfectly well.
They'd managed to successfully say goodbye to their hosts, upholding an incredibly professional appearance at least until they left the building. He might have snuck in a few touches of his hand against Riza's over his arm on the way home, and the conversation took on a much more relaxed air.
He paused just outside her apartment, glancing up-- and then back at her trying to gauge the mood because he really wasn't sure if it was something she still wanted to do. This was a big deal, even if it was just tea.]
Here we are...
They'd managed to successfully say goodbye to their hosts, upholding an incredibly professional appearance at least until they left the building. He might have snuck in a few touches of his hand against Riza's over his arm on the way home, and the conversation took on a much more relaxed air.
He paused just outside her apartment, glancing up-- and then back at her trying to gauge the mood because he really wasn't sure if it was something she still wanted to do. This was a big deal, even if it was just tea.]
Here we are...
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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. ]
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Just as he liked her eyes, there wasn't much he didn't like about her, but those eyes were his main concern in those moments she took to really look. Not that he minded, he knew he had nothing to be ashamed of, or embarrassed about in front of her. That, and he was big headed enough to feel assured of himself in other ways.
The sound she made as he crawled up the bed made him glance up briefly, holding his gaze there because he couldn't afford to look away, not if she was going to start making those kinds of pleased expressions and maybe even noises.
Riza's mocking look only had him grinning, something that reached his eyes but the smile was gone when he bent in again, pressing another kiss a little lower. His intention had been to hold her gaze, but the fingers in his hair, the touch of his cheek, even the pinch was enough to make him close his eyes. He could let her keep doing that for a while and not bore of it, he was sure - but there were other things, things he wanted to do with her, for her.
So he pressed another kiss, just above the line of her underwear, before hooking both sets of fingers in the top of them, tugging lower and following the gesture with light kisses.]
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As he went lower, the less of him she could have in her grasp, but her fingers still played in his hair, catching the short strands between roughened digits with involuntary tugs. Seeing Roy move down between her legs gave her an illustration (among many that she has considered and will still consider, certainly) of what "erotic" meant. She couldn't touch him as much as she wanted with her hands for now, but when she could, the curve of her calves and the arc of her feet caressed his sides.
Lower and lower, each kiss and touch of breath sent subtle tremors through her skin, her mind momentarily spinning in anticipation of what she thought he will be doing, and it made her well aware of her own state of arousal. It took some mind to register as to what Roy was doing with her underwear and, with her ankles placed firmly on the bed, Riza briefly lifted her hips carefully, and will shift her legs accordingly to help him along.
-- and, oh, the constriction about her chest was becoming uncomfortable. Once her pants were clear: ]
Ah-- wait, please.
[ -- she will just take a moment to sit up and remove her bra, reaching easily behind her to unhook the satin-and-lace garment. As she did so, she couldn't help but look shyly at Roy. She didn't share the same confidence he had about his body, but one look from him and she was reminded that she was important to him, and no judgment would be coming from him. ]
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Roy's ego was already big enough for himself, and the entirety of the Amestrian Army but a little more wouldn't do any harm would it?
Except before he got to where he wanted to be, moments away from the big event and she had to stop him. There might have been the quietest intake of breath, but he knew she would have heard it, if not seen the way his shoulders rose with the gesture.
Riza was naked by the time she was done though, and the choice that lay before him was a difficult one to make. He'd teased enough though, and eventually he leant back in, slipping one hand up her body to catch in the dip of her waist, gripping gently.
Mostly, he just wanted her to touch him, in any way and if it meant she needed a part of him closer to her, he would give it. It wasn't a selfless act, not in the slightest, and neither was the way he pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, hoping to encourage movement because his next stop was right there between her legs. A slow, light touch of his tongue, teasing mostly. He was no alien to this, and it might just have shown in the way he explored, eyes finally dropping away from hers to focus on the task at hand. Not that she needed any more encouragement, now that he was here.]
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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. ]
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It was his forward thinking, and the fear that she would feel obliged to return the favour that made him stop - but only after he'd managed to pinpoint the places that really got her moaning, that was information he would file away for what he hoped would be next time.
For now, he was content to pull away, not without another teasing sigh of breath right over that same place he'd been tending to. There were other things on his mind, and he would be lying if he said he didn't need it by now. Still, he kissed her on his way up, let his fingers stay linked with hers whilst his other hand slid up her body, admiring her skin, recalling how she'd moved only moments before.
Only now, with a knee pressed against the space behind her own to encourage movement hopefully in the form of a leg wrapped around his waist did he stop to think about the consequences of this, and not in the emotional sense that tonight would change their entire relationship.]
I don't suppose--
[Not that he could be this close to her without leaning in to try for a kiss.]
In the top drawer maybe?
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A hitched breath ran past her lips over that last fleeting touch, and she was all too eager to welcome him with her touches as he moved upward. Her hands were adoring of his body, from the smoother planes and dips, to the rougher patches of skin of his scars.
Riza's leg was just about to get comfortable in its new found position about Roy's hips until -- ]
Mm --?
[ She welcomed his lips almost too eagerly, gradually letting herself fall deep into the intoxication of what they were engaging in, but still very mindful of each little step they took. ]
Ah-- yes. Let me.
[ There was a reason for the small stock of rubber Riza maintained; but that was a thing to be explained some other time. For the time-being, they were going to be used for their foremost purpose.
With a quiet sigh, Riza unhooked her leg from Roy's waist and carefully turned around to reach for said drawer from across the bed. As she did some unwrapping, she leaned against the pillows propped by the headboard, and with a meaningful look -- ]
I need you here, Roy.
[ -- so as she can help him with this one task. ]
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Tonight felt a lot like the rope that they tugged to keep each other upright was shortening, they'd been intimate without the gentle touches, for most of their time together communication rested with meaningful glances, and perhaps the occasional coded conversation if the need arose but this would open doors even Roy didn't realise had been closed to them.
Kissing Riza seemed to pull him right back into the heat of the moment, and he might have been happy to keep it up and roll away into a world with nothing else in it but there were pressing issues.
Later, he might like to question the small stash of condoms in her top drawer, but he had more than enough sense - even whilst slightly intoxicated to realise that asking that question here and now probably wasn't the best course of action.
Instead, he watched, and slowly eased closer, aware of the way his entire body was aching, pleasantly of course. Coupled with her words, he was lured in, hook, line, and sinker. Taking the opportunity he knelt between her legs, glancing up to catch her gaze.]
I need you, too.
[The telltale hint of a smirk might just have quirked on his lips, but his teasing wouldn't extend much further than that.]
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Now where were we?
[ -- so as they can pick up from where they left off. Not quite hooking her leg about his waist just yet, with her other hand seeking him out so as she can guide him in.
She had no experience to speak of, but Riza liked to think she can credit knowledge, instinct and most of all, confidence in Roy. Granted, Riza had foregone any other kind of romantic and sexual relationship throughout her career. She didn't need anyone who would be seen as her weakness, and in turn, would make her a liability for her commander. Besides, she was one known for her loyalty, and her heart, regardless of the brand of affections she held therein, already belonged to Roy. There was no one else she could see sharing this deep intimacy with.
It was perhaps childish, if others would come to know; but she had trusted Roy with her back once, and she knew that she can trust him with the rest of her, just has she was able to entrust her heart, her soul, and her life to him. ]
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Right here--
[He might just be stalling, but only because he wants to savour the moment, and it has nothing
maybe a little bitto do with a need to tease. His fingers lift to smooth up her thigh, rubbing back down toward her and leaning in closer with the gesture.It's difficult to know whether to look down or at Riza-- so he settles for leaning in closer, pressing a kiss to her cheek and letting her guide him as he moved.
There was nothing about this that he could find amusement in, and yet there wasn't an uneasy tension about the evening that was probably helped along by the addition of alcohol in their systems. His hips shifted only to slide closer, letting out a soft sigh into her neck.]
-- you okay?
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She made a sound that bordered on plaintive and pleased. Granted, she might just have been a little too hasty there -- but who wouldn't be, after what Roy did with his mouth? Needless to say now, he wasn't just a good orator. Any tension she felt wasn't brought by awkwardness or amusement. It was brought by Roy pushing her to that point, and, great tease that he is, left her hanging. ]
Mm...
[ More of an affirmative to that question, as Riza's fingers combed up Roy's hair, and her lips ghosted over his ear with a slight touch of her tongue. She arched against him, pressing against him, a silent show that, yes, she wanted him, and she wanted him now. ]
Need you ask?
[ With a light tug of his hair, her lips brush against the side of his face so as to find his lips, and so as she can spell out how much she desired him.
Riza thinks she can live with this kind of "stalling", It allowed her to enjoy Roy's skin on hers, his warmth, and his heart beating in time with hers. Once she released her kiss, but not quite pulling away, just enough for their noses and foreheads to touch -- ]
And how are you doing?
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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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Besides, she knew that he would always come back to her. And now he is right here, just for her and no one else.
This time, she caught the movement of his hips with an upward stroke of hers. Her hand clenched in his hair, while her other hand stroked up the lines of his arm, to rest at the curve of his neck and shoulder with a firm grip.
Riza's eyes took on a brief look of mild surprise, before giving in to a smile that easily said, "You are incorrigible." She chuckled lightly, closing her eyes, the tension from earlier gradually easing off, allowing her to enjoy the closeness and warmth, and to give way to a sweeter, slow-burning tension. ]
I'll take care to give a fair evaluation.
[ After a quick little nuzzle, her lips found the corner of his mouth, the curve of his chin, and the lines of his neck. Her thumb and her lips gently stroke the gentle pulses against his skin, as her leg lazily slides up against his side. ]
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That it would come this fast and this intense when it finally happened was unexpected, but not unwanted. Things had eased away from the tense, curt conversations they'd once shared in the office to bring down suspicion and slid very easily into something akin to a normal working relationship.
That it had dissolved into this, so many people might just say, was just the way it was always going to go.
Of course, they would have been shot for it.Roy was definitely beginning to lose his patience, even with the smart remarks. It was just slow, and maybe they'd needed it, but fingers in his hair, lips on his skin, being with her like this wasn't enough. In a smooth gesture he nudged at her cheek, pushing her head aside carefully with every intention of moving in to kiss her neck, perhaps with not so much finesse as he was capable if the wetness was anything to go by, but every few kisses, he punctuated one with a nip of soft skin.
It was just a catalyst. His hips rocked once more, twice, a third time until that wasn't enough either. His hands shifted again, sliding down toward her hips to tug her onto him, the change into something meaningful quite rightly joined with a moan against her neck.]
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Roy and Riza had their chances -- numerous missed ones. They were perhaps part of the reason as to why this had become so intense; that for each missed chance was a piece dropped in exchange for what was to come. Riza didn't believe in destiny, but she believed in balance and give-and-take. It wasn't that it would never happen, but it was just a matter of time, what with the bond and affection they share.
Thoughts of what shouldn't happen, what they shouldn't be doing, were all tucked away. There was no room for them in the here and now of the deeper physical manifestation of their affections. All of Riza's thoughts were of Roy and of each breath he took, each sound he made...
With a lingering breath against Roy's skin, Riza gave in; there were no words as she hummed pleasingly at the attention Roy poured on her. She found no reason to complain for the lack of finesse, as each kiss and touch of his lips only served to further fan the flames he had ignited in her --
-- and even more so with each stroke of his hips against hers. She was reminded of what she was denied of earlier, and Riza found herself desperately wanting it. Her hands roamed his skin, finding anchor about his back, as her body followed his guidance. The need for more finally drew her to hook a leg about his waist, urging him closer still. ]
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Far too much was happening between them all at once. What felt like the final tying of their relationship as something tangible and honest - finally was enough to get the adrenaline pumping as it was. The addition of a little alcohol in his system, the wonderful evening they'd had, and the teasing he'd subjected not only Riza to. It all added up to something that was far more intense than he'd expected.
A leg around his waist was a reminder that he had a job to do, much less taxing than the work she usually laid out for him, and far more rewarding. His lips against her neck fell useless with the effort of not only moving with her in this, but thanks to that pressure not to let this end before it even begins. He chooses, instead to pull his head back from her, pressing his forehead lightly against hers.]
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But Riza wouldn't be Riza if she didn't hold an ounce of worry, and those thoughts crossed her mind: fleetingly enough so as not to be too distracting; but poignant enough to summon that bit of possessiveness she very seldom indulged in. So much of her life had been devoted to elements bigger than her, so maybe, just for this moment, she can be selfish.
Having Roy face to face once again allowed her to look him in the eye, and to send a message of her claim on him. Each upstroke of her hips meet his, and release was undoubtedly coming for her, strong like wildfire. Once again, she found his lips, spilling ecstasy onto his tongue, his name all but drowned as her body felt like it was being drawn tight like an archer's bow, and all she had to do was let go... ]
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He wouldn't let those thoughts occupy him, not whilst he was being kissed and met with every thrust of hips. Hearing his name on her tongue might have been something that he'd though about on occasion, but hearing it for himself was something else.
A soft grumble escaped him as he kissed Riza, but this was fast becoming something old, rather than something new. A hand pressed to the bed beside them gives him the leverage he needs to pull away slightly, sucking in a breath to try and contain himself, but it's not enough. Roy's forehead presses down against hers again, gently but he can't quite keep his eyes closed, not with the way she feels around him, suddenly hot and heat and--
Finally his breath holds, letting himself succumb to the weight of the pleasure he's experiencing. It shouldn't be a new feeling, but it certainly feels different to what he's used to. Perhaps sex really was different when it was with someone special like this--]
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With his forehead against hers, she gripped tight on his back, his shoulders, she bit her lip hard, only allowing whimpers to pass. And then, the look she gave him was wet, and her lips parted to release hitched breaths, as she came undone around him.
Soon, she was on her way to steady her breathing, her limbs finally releasing all of their tension, her leg sliding off of Roy's waist and allowing her weight to rest heavily on her bed. Her hands still lingered about him, nuzzling his face and letting her lips just brush whimsically. She figured he might feel just as spent as she did, and soon her arms were around him -- not constricting, so as to allow him to lie down if he wanted to.
Riza hasn't forgotten that she said she would give him a "fair evaluation", but that can wait until she has recovered her breath -- at the soonest. ]
i am so sorry. /sobs
Her whimpers send a light tingling sensation through his arms and upper body, and being privy to those sounds, the gasps, the look on her face the sheer pleasure is a reward he didn't think she would bring her walls down far enough to allow him to see them.
It's a testament to what this means, he could suppose - but he supposes nothing. There is nothing but them, and it's bliss.
With his breath coming hard and heavy, and his chest rising and falling with each one - arms barely holding his weight as he hangs above her, watching for a moment. She's beautiful, and his. Right?
Eventually, he took the chance that loose arms around him gave, shifting slowly enough to give her the time to move if she so wished, but rather than slide down onto his side he dropped back against the bed beside her, letting out a slow breath and finally turning his head to look over at her - smiling easily.]
then I shall sob with you as I apologize in turn '''orz
She held his gaze, briefly wondering if she was seeing him any differently after all this. But was it supposed to be different? There were so many truths as to how she felt about him that she had to temper and bury. There were still many things that must remain unsaid. And yet, there was no one else in the world to whom she can unveil her soul to. He was the only one who can witness what she would usually hide from everyone else -- her weaknesses and her desires -- and so, yes: she is his, as much as he is hers. That was happiness enough for her.
Riza shifted just so Roy can make himself at ease by her side. With a last sigh, she turned to her side, facing him, and with a gentle but shy smile, she leaned her forehead against his shoulder, bringing her arm up to his. She might have recovered her breath, but her heart still beat strongly.
After a moment she looked back up, humor in her eyes. ]
Ready to receive your evaluation?
Lol. It's fine!!! <3333
It's a surprise to feel this content about the situation. There's no inherent need building in him to get up and get dressed, to get under the covers, to find an excuse to leave, nor to struggle for a topic of conversation.
Instead, he lets her come to rest beside him, shifting only when she makes her intent to lean against him known, an arm slowly pushing under her body to slip over her waist, holding her there against his side.
That smile, despite the shyness in it feels like one of the most open gestures she's shown him in years. They're fine here, in their little bubble.
Only, when his eyes meet hers again, the contented smile disappears and perhaps the slightest hint of pink tinges his cheeks.]
Well, of course.
|D ♥♥♥
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(Anonymous) 2015-04-27 02:35 am (UTC)(link)no subject
I can't say that I've ever noticed anything I've written anywhere else. What kind of websites have you seen your content on?
I suppose locking threads so they're only visible to certain people could fix the problem?
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