Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ A Blend of Fear and Passion ❯ Crash ( Chapter 3 )

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A Blend of Fear and Passion
Chapter 3: True Affections


Disclaimer: I don’t own FMA. Never have, never will. Read and Review, I need to know how to improve. I’m also working on 1shot Riza/Winry/Roy triangle (not threesome, sorry to inform you.)

Anyway, enjoy!


**

Jean Havoc was a man with a theory. He actually had a lot of theories, but no one really bothered to listen, so he started to keep it to himself.

This was too good to keep to himself though. Ever since the Brigadier General's incident that cost him his eye, and nearly the top quarter of his face, Havoc had a sneaking suspicion that the General and his Lieutenant were having some sort of affair. He reasoned that no one lived together for months at a time without having something happened. He'd been to see Mustang afterwards, and the Lieutenant's apartment wasn't all that large.

He'd voiced this theory to his compatriots, and although Falman and Breda were interested, they didn't really see what consequence it held so long as it was kept hushed and out of the office.

But Havoc wasn't so sure. And with Hawkeye and Mustang acting so peculiar, he was nearly certain that the next few days would prove him right.

***

Mustang had Riza meet him at the bar a couple blocks down from headquarters. It was inconspicuous, as the company frequented that bar after hours. The bar was crowded and busy, and they were also less likely to be overheard.

Riza sat awkwardly in her chair. She wasn't much of a drinker, and the mug beer in front of her was barely touched. She sipped it occasionally, but by that point Roy was on his third. It took a lot more then that to get him drunk though, and she marveled at the stamina.

They sat in silence before Roy broke in conversationally. "So what was that tirade in my office, Lieutenant?"

Riza glared daggers, and gulped down more of her beer. "Tirade, sir? There was no tirade, merely curiousity as to why you've distanced yourself from me."

Roy groaned. So like her, to be blunt and cold. "Riza...I haven't distanced myself from you."

"None of that martyr, self sacrificing bullshit."

"Then I have no excuses, Riza."

Riza drank the last of her beer and stood up, wobbling. She wasn't used to the alcohol, and the beer went straight to her head. She fumbled in her purse for money, plunking several coin on the table. She didn't know if that covered the cost of her beer, or if it was too much. She didn't care, she just wanted to go home to her bed, Black Hayate, and a cup of hot tea.

Roy jumped out of his chair, taking her arm. She pulled away, turning blindly to the door. He grabbed her again, steadying her. He grabbed her money off the table and slipped it into her purse pocket. As they walked out of the bar he nodded at their waitress, who turned to her ledger and added it to his tab.

"Dammit, Roy! Let me go! I just want to go home."

"I'll walk you to your apartment," he said firmly.

Riza relented, her pounding headache and desperation for home dictating her response. So grasping the top of her arm, he escorted her out.

At the front entrance of her building, Riza fumbled for her keys. Roy watched her flip through the ring, key by key, until she finally unlocked the front door. They stood there awkwardly, until Roy couldn't take it anymore.

He grabbed her around the waist and pressed his lips against hers. Her body stiffened in shock, and her wide eyes eventually closed. However, Roy's bliss was short-lived.

Common sense getting the best of her, she wrenched out of his grip. "Dammit Roy!" she shouted at him. "Right here, in the street? Two fully uniformed military officers? And you with your eyepatch, you stick out like a sore thum! If anybody sees this, we could both be ridiculed, and I could be transferred to a different division! This is against military policy in so many different ways...!"

He offered her his trademark smirk. "So why don't we go upstairs?"

She stared at him coldly. "I don't think so, sir."

Roy captured her wrist in his hand and held it against his chest. "Riza...there are things we need to discuss. Please. I lied when I said I had no excuses in the bar earlier. Don't dismiss me."

Riza stared at him. She had no idea what to think but she did know she liked that kiss. "Sir, I mean, General Mustang, I mean Roy..."

Roy kissed her wrist and entered the vestibule of the apartment complex. Without even shutting the door, he took her into his arms and against the background of the setting sun, little by little he kissed her, he kissed her, he kissed her.

***

Upstairs, Riza was a mess. Roy sat calmly down on her couch still in full uniform, overcoat thrown on the hassock in Riza's entryway. She'd excused herself on the pretense of making tea, but no tea takes three-quarters of an hour to brew.

"Riza?" he called. He walked down her short hallway, tapping on doors. There were few rooms: the living room, kitchen. bathroom, her own bedroom, and the small room she;d converted into his sickroom.

He found her in her own bedroom, sitting on her bed. She'd changed out of her uniform into a more confortable outfit of slacks and an oversized sweater. She started when he opened the door. Black Hayate jumped to his feet, his tail pounding on the floor.

"What's the matter?" he asked her. He entered without permission and sat on the chair against her dressing-table. Her room was the least decorated in the house. The plain oak furniture, several floral art prints on the wall, a dog bed in the corner, and an area rug were the most furnishings there. There were no personal artifacts other then several cosmetic and perfume bottles strewn across the dressing table, and the jewelry box on her dresser.

Riza offered him her customary glare. "You said you had something else to tell me that you didn't in the bar. Tell me now before I say anything."

Truthfully, her mind was reeling with a million different thoughts. Was she another lover to Roy? Another conquest? Did he love her? And more importantly, no matter what he thought of her, did he know the impact it would have on both their careers? Roy was so much closer to becoming fuhrer.

"The reason I left, and more importantly left you in particular, was because after the accident, when we both left, I realized that my enemies could use this against me. My rationale was selfish, but I was also afraid for your safety..."

"Always with the fucking noble intentions!" she cried. She went to hit him the chest and he caught her weak blows easily.

"Riza, don't you listen to a damn thing I say?"

"Not when you're talking like that!"

"Riza, dammit! I love you, okay? Is that what you wanted me to say?"

She was struck silent, for only for a few moments. Without waiting for her reply, Roy grabbed her again and kissed her. But this time, his kisses were different. They were harder, more intense, and more passionate. Her hands clutched her bedspread for a few moments before moving of their own accord and slipping around his shoulders.

He took that as consent. He kissed her again and again, trailing his mouth down her cheek and neck, down to her collarbone. She moved under his lips. Roy slipped one hand underneath her blouse, caressing the soft skin of her stomach.

Riza’s arms slipped around his neck, and she realized there was no turning back.

Roy slowly undressed her, unbuttoning her blouse and gently removing the garment from her shoulders. He allowed it to fall before he started in the fastening of her slacks. He undid the clasps and tugged down the zippers. She lifted her hips to allow him to remove the garment. Once she was in her underwear, Roy just knelt on the bed and looked over her body. There was something missing, something taking away… He reached behind her head for the barrette keeping her long blonde locks in place and opened it, allowing the blonde strands to fall. There, that was it.

Riza watched in a fog as Roy stripped off his military jacket and kicked off his boots. Her hands moved of their own accord, unbuttoning his white shirt and struggling to pull it off. Roy helped her, shrugging it off his shoulders. Her fingers flew to his pants, fighting with his belt. He laughed at her and helped her with the buckle, and quickly yanked it out of the belt loops.

“Maybe someday I’ll use it on you,” he whispered, cracking it into the air. She giggled and pulled him down for another kiss, but he pulled back and stood up. And before her eyes, he pushed his pants and underwear down past his hips and allowed them to fall to the floor.

Riza gasped. Tall, slender, and fully nude, Roy was beautiful. Her eyes wandered his body, and she flushed darkly when she saw his swollen arousal. She quickly averted her eyes and looked into his face, and she blushed again when she saw his smirk.

“See something you like?” She blushed and went to hit him, but instead of hitting him, her fingers caressed down his shoulders and over his chest. This was too much, and Roy pounced.

He threw himself over her, kissing her roughly. She moaned into his mouth and held him around the neck. His hands searched her body, unclipping her bra and throwing into the growing pile of garments by the bed. He grabbed her breasts roughly and kneaded them in his hands, causing her to moan again. He traced her stomach, and then roughly jerked down her panties.

Exposed and nude, Riza wanted Roy, desperately. Roy slipped his fingers between her legs and stroked, causing her to twist and groan. He withdrew them, and slowly licked off the sticky fluid coating them.

“Dammit, Roy! Stop messing around,” she moaned in anguish.

Roy propped himself up on his elbow, grinning down at her. “Tell me what you want.”

She glared daggers at him, and had her holster been nearby, he would have been missing several vital parts. He delved his fingers into her again and she nearly lost it.

“Roy, please!” she pleaded. “Just…do it.”

Grinning ear to ear, he slid himself between her thighs and pressed against her opening. She gasped and gripped him tightly as he slid inside. Riza moaned, this time in discomfort. She wasn’t used to this, but she wasn’t a virgin.

Roy kissed her collarbone and started to move. As he thrust, Riza’s pain dulled and she began to feel pleasure. Her hands tangled in his hair as she hissed, “Ohh….more…”

Roy rose to the challenge. Throwing her ankles over his shoulders (thank God she was so slim and flexible), he moved fast and hard. Roy panted, struggling to keep himself from letting go. None of his other women were this sweet, this tender, or this tight. God, she was so sublime…

Riza’s nails dug into his shoulders. “Roy…Roy…I…I’m going to….”

His eyes sparkled as they met hers. “Shush.”

With several long, well timed motions, Riza toppled over the edge. Moaning like a woman delirous, she clung to him as her body tensed and trembled in her orgasm. Roy allowed himself to peak, and released his seed inside her, giving a few more halfhearted thrusts before collapsing on top of her.

Riza sighed, as she felt his warm body besides her. Cuddling up, Roy kissed her hair and slid his arms around her. She was exhausted, he could feel it.

“Sleep now,” he instructed her tenderly. And Riza was too happy to oblige.

**

The next morning, Roy woke up alone in a strange bed in a room he didn’t recognize. As he gazed blearily around the room, his eyes fell on a woman’s dressing table, with a military uniform folded over the chair.

God damn, it was Riza’s.

He dug through the piles of clothes on the floor and found his own boxers and undershirt, and tugged the garments on. Decent, but not quite dressed, he stumbled into the hallway, and found Riza in the kitchenette.

An untouched mug of black coffee was in front of her, while Black Hayate chomped on a bowl of dog food at her feet.

“Any more of that coffee, Riza?” he asked.

Riza looked up at him, an unidentifiable emotion clouding her eyes.

“Roy, we need to talk.”


End Chapter 3. First lemon, so be kind. Chapter 4 to come within a week or so.