Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Business as Usual ❯ The Account of the Missing Lieutenant ( Chapter 11 )
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By: Amaya Embrill 
When Nightmares force the Lieutenant back to consciousness, Roy finally discovers what really happened after Riza was kidnapped.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.04.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.8K | Visits: 417 | Status: Work In Progress
When Nightmares force the Lieutenant back to consciousness, Roy finally discovers what really happened after Riza was kidnapped.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.04.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.8K | Visits: 417 | Status: Work In Progress
Hey there! See, I said I would have it done soon and I did. And here is the next chapter. I'm not going to take to much time to say anything but the next one should be up shortly as well.
“That’s a good, girl. Just lie still.” He murmured as he captured one of her breasts in his lips. He pulled hard on the tip, and she cried out in pain. He let his free hand run down her body starting at her other breast, pinching it painfully, and working its way down to her knee, where it reversed its path up the inside of her leg.
She struggled against his body, but her strength was all but gone and all she managed to do was tremble beneath his heavy weight as he pressed her into the dirt floor. She felt his hand as it crept further up her leg, ending its path at the apex of her thighs, cupping her. She stopped completely moving then, her mind frozen in place with the rest of her body as the man ripped the fabric covering that area of her body.
“That’s a good girl. Let me have what I’m after and I’ll let you sleep. Be a good girl.” He shifted his weight so that he rested himself fully between her bound legs, something firm pressing against her newly exposed flesh. She couldn’t keep the fear from her eyes as she felt him rub himself against her, the man moaning in pleasure as he felt her skin against his, sliding closer to his destination as his firmness found the fold of her skin.
She wanted to scream, to rip the ropes from her hands and use it to strangle the man on top of her, but her body had ceased to respond to her commands, allowing the man to continue what he was doing with her body. ‘Please make him stop!’ She screamed mentally.
He positioned himself over her better, and butted his hips hard against her own, a scream escaping her lips.
Riza shot up in bed, screaming, her body drenched in sweat as she emptied her lungs of oxygen, the sound of her voice filling the room. Roy sat bolt up right in the seat he occupied next to her, where he had fallen asleep watching the woman toss and turn, hands up ready to snap. Looking at the bed where she sat, Roy was on his feet moving for the edge of the bed. Sitting down, he reached over and pulled the woman into his arms muffling her screams with his shoulder as he smoothed her hair with his gloved hand. She fought against him for a moment before letting her arms go limp around his neck, and resting against him as she tried to catch her breath.
Riza continued to scream as she felt someone wrap their arms around her, holding her close to their body. She fought against them for a moment, her panic over running her senses. Then she caught a familiar sent, the smell of cologne she remembered from just before she passed out. Then she began to feel the coarse fabric of his gloves over her back where her hair didn’t cover. Realizing who it was that was holding her, she let her arms go limp around his neck, panting heavily as she tried to regain control of her fear. She kept telling herself it was just a dream, it couldn’t happen again; she was safe. She could faintly hear Roy speaking to her over her labored breathing, soft words trying to relax her.
“Shhhh, it’s okay. You’re safe now, Riza. I’m here; you’re safe.”
Looking up at the Colonel, she smiled weakly at him, showing him she was okay. He had taken his half-jacket off, exposing his thin white undershirt and letting the jacket hang over the back of the chair he had been in, and removed his boots.
Roy loosened his grip on his Lieutenant, and let her sit up on her own, his hands still lingering on her hips. He could see memories lingering in her eyes he couldn’t identify, but the emotions they caused were clear…fear…anger…hate. He let a reassuring smile come to his lips.
“Thank you, sir.” Hawkeye whispered to him, wanting to let him know that she was okay now, her emotions once again under her control. She shuddered as she remembered what had happened to her before she had slipped free from those that had taken her, dropping her gaze to the sheets that thinly covered her. She noticed that she was still in the black dress that man had forced her to wear after he had torn apart her clothes. Her hair hung down around her shoulders, the clip that usually bound it long since lost from the two days she had endured, her pony tail having been removed while she slept.
Roy watched her expression carefully before she turned her face from his, looking down into her lap. Something had happened to her, something that he couldn’t quite determine. She was scared, and that was something Riza Hawkeye was not. Lifting her face to his with his hand, he gazed into her soft brown eyes.
“What happened to you, Riza?” The woman’s heart stopped at the sound of the concern in her superiors voice, and the memories came back to the forefront of her thoughts again. She turned away from him again, the gloves scratching lightly on her skin.
“Nothing, sir,” she whispered softly, unable to find the confident tone she usually had in her voice. Her voice sounded weak and broken to her ears as her heart started pounding in her chest. She shook herself mentally trying to bring her emotions under control again.
Lifting her face to his once more, Roy pulled her close to him, searching her eyes for the truth she wasn’t telling him.
“Please, Riza, don’t lie to me. Something happened to you; you’re terrified. I’ve never seen you like this before.” Riza tried to pull away from him, not wanting him or anyone else to know what had happened to her. She just wanted to make it vanish, to trap the memory in the back of her mind, never to emerge. Roy’s hand held her chin too firmly for her to look away, however, and so her face remained directed at his. She dropped her eyes, not looking at him.
Roy could tell that she was trying to hide from what had happened, trying desperately to put the memory in a place that wouldn’t hurt her. But he knew what kind of nightmares that caused and they lasted much longer than the pain of the memory. He had tried the same thing after the war, but the memories always came back, haunting, tormenting with their presence.
He wanted to order her, force her to tell him, but he knew how she would respond to an order. She would tell him, but she would be angry that he had used his position over her to pry into what she felt was her personal life and not any of her boss’s concern. He paused thinking of a way to get her to talk to him. Pulling her face to his, he pressed his lips gently against hers, causing the girl to look up at him in shock, just the reaction he knew would follow. He pulled back, speaking to her in soft measured tones.
“It won’t help to bury the memory, Hawkeye. It won’t go away no matter how far you push it. It will always come back. Tell me what happened.”
The sound of his voice, soft and insistent, broke through her guard and she felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to be that weak. She didn’t cry, she didn’t let her emotions get the better of her. She shook her head, dropping her gaze to her lap, still feeling Roy’s hand firm on her chin, urging her to look at him. She lifted her own hand and removed his from her face as she slid his glove off, toying with the rough material in her fingers as she took a deep, steady breath.
“When I woke, I was in a small room, not much in it, just two chairs and nothing else. They had me tied at the wrist, and shackled to the wall by the ankles. When the door opened, about an hour after I came to, Jericho told me that he was using me to force you to get the money he needed to complete his research, to finish making the stone. He said he knew what the cost was for the stone and he was determined to finish the project.
“Another man entered behind Jericho and whispered something to him I couldn’t hear. Then he looked at me…he…my skin was crawling just from him looking at me. Jericho told him to watch me and make sure that I didn’t try and escape. Then as he left, he told the other to hold off a little longer and he could have his fun.” Hawkeye’s voice trailed off was she kept her face averted from Roy’s. Her eyes stung from tears that came to the corner her eyes at the memory, at the thought that she had been helpless, and was being used to get at the man in front of her. She didn’t want to be a liability to him, she was supposed to protect him. She had promised him that, but she couldn’t do that if he was having to rescue her. She had failed him by letting her guard down.
“The man stayed in the room the rest of the time I was there, just…watching me. I don’t know when but after a while, I dozed off, and when I woke again the other man was standing over me, just…staring. Some hours later, I don’t know how long exactly, Jericho came back and all he did was nod, then he left again. That’s when he…the man…he…” Hawkeye to a steadying breath as she calmed her thoughts. “He had his way with me.” Her voice was just barely above a whisper, and she wasn’t sure that Roy had even heard her.
Roy froze as Riza’s last words hit him. He understood then why she had woken so violently moments earlier, why she had fought against him when she had felt his arms around her, why she was so reluctant to tell him what had happened. What he didn’t know, was what he could do to help her through it. Not sure what to do, he pulled the woman close to his chest, holding her tight to him, feeling her muscles tighten in reaction to his touch. He held her close to him, rubbing her back, trying to ease the tenseness he felt there.
Riza felt Roy’s arms come around her, holding her close to him as he ran his hand along her back. She tensed as she felt his touch, the memory of what had happened to her lingering still in the back of her mind, but it was farther away than it had been before. She relaxed in his arms and placed her head in the crock of his neck, her breath tickling across his skin. She no longer felt the twinge of tears in her eyes, nor did she fell the pain in her body from what the man had done to her. Her body eased into Roy’s and she let out an audible breath. She felt Roy urge her up from his shoulder and when she did as he wished, he was gazing at her worriedly.
“Hawkeye…I know this is personal…but…when he did that to you…were you still…” Riza cut him off.
“Virgin?” She nodded, dropping her gaze from his. “I spent my life dedicated to the military…to you…I never allowed myself time to be with anyone that intimately. I didn’t want anything to interfere with my work…my promise.” She felt him lift her face to his again, but she pulled away, unwilling to look at him as she continued to speak. “I’m sorry, sir. I failed you. I can’t protect you like I promised if you’re the one having to rescue me.” Roy let our a hollow laugh.
“You failed me? Riza, how in the hell could you possibly think that you failed me? If anything I failed you. For that I’m so sorry, Riza.,” he said, looking down into her eyes as he spoke. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize something was wrong that night. Sorry I didn’t notice you were missing sooner…sorry I wasn’t there to save you like you’ve been for me. I should have been there. I should have protected you.”
“Sir, it’s not your job to look after me.”
“And it’s yours to do that for me?” His voice cracked as he spoke. “Damn it, Riza. You shouldn’t be risking your life for me. I’m not worth that. No matter what I feel…” His voice trailed off as he stumbled over the words his heart was trying to force past his uncooperative lips.
“Sir?” Hawkeye’s voice sounded in his ear as he breathed a sigh.
“No matter what I feel for you, I can’t let you put yourself in danger like that. I can’t lose you.” Hawkeye wasn’t sure she was understanding him correctly. What he felt for her? Roy felt something for her? Was it just as his subordinate? Or was it…
“For me, sir?” Roy laughed out loud, turning his face to the ceiling.
“Yes, Riza, for you. The entire time you were gone, I was so worried I would never get you back again. I…I was scared to lose you.” He looked down at her, practically yelling as he tried to force the words he needed to say past his tongue. “I was so scared that I would never see you again. Every time I would look over and see your desk empty and I was stuck in the office letting the others do the footwork to try and get you back. I felt useless. I felt like I had let you down. After all the times you had saved me and I couldn‘t do the same for you. Riza, I failed. Failed to protect…” Unable to finish the sentence, Roy pulled Riza close to him, pressing his lips to hers and holding her tightly to his chest, as if he was afraid it was the last chance he would get.
Riza froze as Roy kissed her forcibly on the lips, his body pressed hard against her own. She couldn’t believe that he had been worried over her. Why would he worry over her? Could he possibly feel the same way for her? Pulling back from him slowly, Riza leveled her gaze on the man before her.
“Protect what, sir? Finish your sentence.”
“The…Riza…” He hesitated afraid of finishing what he was going to say, but he looked down into Hawkeye’s soft brown eyes, seeing her patient, expectant gaze, and his breath caught. He lifted his ungloved hand to her cheek as he let out a sigh, and finished the sentence. “The one I love.”
Roy stared at her, searching her face for some indication of her answering response to what he had just said. What was she going to do? Request a transfer? Slap him? Laugh at him?
“Sir,” Roy felt his heart drop. “We can’t…If someone were to find out about this within the military…if the higher ups found out…there are so many people that want to see you fall. I can’t be the reason for that, sir, I’m sorry.” She tried to disentangle herself from Roy’s arms but he held onto her, refusing to let her move.
“Riza do you think that I would let that happen? I won’t let anything happen to you. I won’t let anyone find out about this, about what I feel for you.” Riza still tried to pull away from him, tried to put some distance between herself and the emotions he stirred inside her.
“No,” he said softly in her ear. “I’m not letting you go. I love you, Riza, and I almost lost you. I’m not going to lose you again.” Riza shook her head, pushing against his shoulders, trying to free herself from his arms.
“No, sir. I will not be a danger to your career.”
“I won’t let you be. Riza, nothing will effect the way we act in the office. You aren’t the kind of person to let your personal life interfere with work. If we don’t act any different in the office, how are the higher ups to know that anything has changed?” Riza looked up at Roy hesitantly, unsure of what to say.
Roy held his breath. Riza said that she didn’t want to be the cause of his fall in the military, but he wasn’t sure if she only cared because she was his subordinate. He wanted to think that she loved him, but he wasn’t sure. In response to his concern, Riza lifted her face, a faint smile playing at her lips as she pressed them gently to her superiors. Roy felt her soft lips on his and he let out the breath he had been holding, pulling her into him as he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into her open mouth and drawing hers up to mingle with his.
Hawkeye kissed Roy softly on the lips with as much of the love she felt for him as she could muster. His response was immediate. He sighed through his nose as he leaned in to the kiss, pulling her as close to his as he could manage. She felt his tongue pass through her lips and after a moment, her own rose to met his.
Roy felt the heat building in his body as he held Riza against his chest. His heart started to race as he tilted the woman back onto the bed, lightly pinning her with his presence rather than his body. He felt her tense beneath him and he pulled away from the kiss, panting slightly, as he looked down into her eyes.
Riza felt herself being pressed backward onto the bed, Roy’s body over her own, but not heavy enough that she couldn’t push him off.
The man pressed her to the ground roughly.
Riza tensed against the sudden flash in her mind and she froze. She felt Roy pull away from her as she clamped her eyes shut in an effort to block out the memory.
He had gone to far. He should have known better. He shouldn’t have pushed her so quickly. He shouldn’t have lost himself in his urges. Roy looked down at Riza, waiting for her to yell at him, tell him to get off and leave her alone. Anything. Riza had her eyes shut as her brows knit together, small beads of sweat forming. Roy bent down and lay a gentle kiss where her face crinkled in toward her eyes, feeling her relax slightly at the touch of his lips.
Riza opened her eyes and looked up at Roy, a small smile forming on her lips as the memories of what had happened faded again to the back of her mind. Pulling him close again, Riza hugged the alchemist to her, placing her lips at his ear.
“By the way, sir, I just thought you might like to know that I’m in love with you, too.”
Roy shifted his head so he could look Riza in the eye. She still had a soft smile lingering on her lips, her expression honest. Roy smiled back at her, as he bent his lips to hers again, claiming them softly. He held that one kiss for a long moment, savoring the softness of her lips on his, the sweet smell of her skin. When he pulled away from her, he moved to sit up, but Riza’s hands still held him tight to her. Sighing contently, he leaned into her body feeling her warmth through the thin satin sheets.
Riza held tight to Roy, his body pressing gently against her own as she hugged him close. She felt Roy break from the kiss but feeling her arms so firmly around him, tucked his head into her neck. She squirmed a little as his hot breath brushed against the small hairs on her neck, sending chills down her spine and causing a light pink blush to color her cheeks.
Roy felt Riza shudder underneath him and turned to look at her to make sure she was okay. He was surprised to see that a small amount of color had come to her cheeks and her breathing had increased. Slightly confused, Roy lowered his head back to it’s resting place as he let out a sigh. Almost immediately he felt another tremor run through the woman’s body. Roy smirk, leaning in closer as he blew gently down Riza’s neck and up into her ear. Her body shook under his and her grip around his neck loosened, allowing the man to sit up on one elbow over her.
Riza looked up at Roy, his hair hanging loosely in his face and his white shirt hanging from his body. He had a playful smirk on his face, infecting her with its warmth and bringing a smile to her face as well. She reached up and brushed at the unruly strands of his hair where it stuck out at odd angles. She felt his hand on the side of her face and leaned into it, letting her eyes slide closed.
Roy watched her smile brighten her face and lifted his free hand to place it along the side of her face, causing her to close her eyes contentedly. Leaning down he kissed her cheek softly, brushing her skin with his lips faintly before moving next to her ear again.
“Let me help you forget for a little while, Riza. Let me help you ease the memories.”
Riza felt Roy’s breath on her ear, and sending chills through her body. She turned her head to his, looking into his dark eyes. She felt his warm arms around her body, but she still hesitated.
“Sir, I really…”
“No,” his voice was soft and urging in her ear. “Stop calling me ‘sir’. Riza, I want to hear you say my name.” Tipping his head, Roy placed soft kisses down the side of her neck, eliciting a restrained moan from the woman beneath him. “Please, Riza, let me help you. You trusted me before, trust me now.”
Riza tried unsuccessfully to restrain the moan that came to her lips at the touch of Roy’s hot kisses to her cool skin. She tried to come up with a reason, any reason, why they shouldn’t, but he was slowly pushing through all of her resistance, her mind slowly giving in. She felt Roy’s lips trail down from her neck to her collar bone before going back up again to nibble the bottom of her ear.
He pressed wet, hungry lips to her cheek, her neck…
Riza stiffened again, placing her hands flat against Roy’s chest, prepared to push him away. Her heart quickened its pace, and her breath caught in her throat. She let out a strangled cry, trying to put the memory in the back of her mind.
Roy felt Riza stiffen, and he hesitated, pulling his lips back from her ear. Her breathing had quickened and he bent close to her ear again, whispering softly.
“Riza, there is no way to erase the memories completely, but I want to help make them less hurtful. Please, Riza.”
At the sound of Roy’s voice, soft and pleading in her ear, the memory faded back into the far corner of her mind, leaving her alone again with Roy. She twisted her face to look at him, her eyes steady on his face as he returned her gaze. Breathing a soft sigh, Riza tipped her face closer and pressed her lips firmly to his.
Roy pulled his other glove from his fingers and placed his hand on the back of her neck, deepening the kiss between them and holding Riza to him. He was happy to find that she didn’t fight, didn’t push him, didn’t attempt to break the contact. Instead he felt her place her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her. Kissing along her jaw he worked his way to her ear, nibbling the lobe before whispering breathily to her.
“If you want me to stop, just tell me.”
Hesitantly, Roy slid his hand that was under her to the ties of the halter in her dress, undoing them. She sat up slipping one hand to Roy’s chest, where she carefully undid the buttons one by one. Roy dropped the front of her dress down, exposing her chest to the cold air in the room. She shivered against him, finishing the last of the buttons on his shirt and sliding it free of his shoulders. Dipping his face down, he kissed his way down her chest.
Riza trembled against Roy, but the memory didn’t surface as he kissed his way down her body, pressing her gently onto her back again. She ran her finger through his silky hair, holding him to her. She trailed her hands down his back, rubbing the muscles gently.
Roy took the tip of her breast between his lips, pulling gently with his teeth. He heard her suck in a sharp breath, but didn’t push him away. He paused for a moment, paying careful attention to her breast as his other hand glided from the back of her neck to massage gently at the other. He could feel her heart pounding against his cheek but she was still encouraging him, soft moans escaping her lips. He lifted from her moving the sheet that covered her body, allowing himself closer.
He kissed across Riza’s chest to the opposite breast, giving it the same attention he had previously been giving to the other. Sliding his hand down her side to her hips he pushed the unwanted black garment from her body. Gliding his hands over her firm, flat stomach and laying soft kisses just in ahead of his fingers, Roy made his way back to Riza’s lips, his arm circling her waist.
Riza’s hands fluttered down Roy’s chest to his belt undoing the buckle and then working the zipper down. Sliding her thumbs into the waist band, she pushed the last of his clothing from his body. She felt Roy shift his body over hers, wrapping his arms tight around her and enveloping her in his warmth. Hesitantly, she lifted one leg draping it loosely over his waist, allowing his body to fall against hers. She could feel him pressed lightly against her skin, not moving, but holding her as he waited for her to react.
One of Riza’s legs came up to loop over his hip, letting Roy come to rest against her more closely. He wanted her, to be sure; hardly a day went by in the office that he didn’t find himself in some fantasy with her. However, he was not going to let his desire cloud his judgment. So he took her ear in his teeth gently again, pressing close against her.
“Are you sure, Riza? If you want me to stop, tell me now.” She trembled lightly beneath him, her heart pounding on against his chest. She lifted her face to his and let out a breathy moan as he nibbled up to the top of her ear. Leaning into him as she held him close to her, she whispered in his ear.
“I trust you, Roy.”
Roy pressed himself more firmly against Riza’s body, not entering her but letting her feel him on her skin. She let out a husky moan, raising her other leg to wrap it around his waist, hooking her ankles. A smirk came to his lips as Roy tilted his face down to her neck, pulling lightly at the flesh with his lips. Rising himself again, he pressed gently, firmly, into the fold of her body.
Riza felt Roy pressed against her skin and let out a husky moan without intending to. Raising her other leg she looped it around his waist with her other leg, feeling him hard on her skin. Roy’s lips on her neck caused her eyes to lid, and her head to drop heavily back onto the pillow. Softly she felt him enter her, his body firm and flat against hers, and a slight gasp escaped her.
He butted his hips hard against her own.
Riza’s heart started pounding in her chest as the image came unwanted to her mind. She closed her eyes fully, trying to close out the image, a single tear rolling down her cheeks at her own weakness, for not being able to repress the memory or the tear.
Roy felt Riza freeze under him, and his heart stopped. He knew she was remembering. Slowly he tread his fingers up her arm around his neck and pulled it down on the bed next to her face. He entwined his fingers with hers and kissed her cheek, surprised to taste a tear on his lips.
“It’s okay,” he whispered softly to her, slipping his arm under her shoulders and holding her to him. “I’m here; you’re safe. I swear.”
Riza slowly relaxed under him, opening her eyes and sighing. The sound of Roy’s voice chased the last of the memory from her thoughts, allowing her to calm herself as she squeezed his hand to let him know she was okay. Roy’s head came up and looked her in the eyes as she smiled up at him.
Roy smiled back, tilting his face to her and captured her lips again in a soft kiss. Slowly, he began to move inside her, taking his time and making certain she wasn’t frightened. She let out a throaty moan, as he pressed deep and trailed his lips down her neck. He held her tight to his chest as he quickened his pace, eliciting more voluble and enticing moans from her full lips.
Riza felt Roy move, as he trailed his lips down the side of her neck again and couldn’t restrain the moan that escaped her. She squeezed his hand in hers as she raked her other hand over his muscled back.
Over time the pace increased, from the encouragement of both partners as the night lengthened. The sound of their breathing and the faint gasps and moans that escaped them was the only sound that drifted through the large house. Riza clung to Roy, leaving red trails down his back from her nails, fastening her lips to his every so often before breaking away again, dropping her head back to the pillow. Roy had several dark red marks along his collar where she had caught his skin in her lips and sucked hard where she had found purchase.
Panting heavily, Riza clung tight to Roy, tightening down as she climaxed. Her legs clenched around his waist as he continued to drive himself deep inside her. Her voice refused to accompany the moan that escaped her, coming out as mostly air.
Roy felt Riza tighten around him as he pressed himself deeper still into her tight body. He bent his head fastening on her tender chest gently as he thrust into her again, the sound of her airy moan filling his ears. Driving himself inside her again, he moaned, stiffening inside her as he came. He pressed softly into her, his sensitive body twitching as she tightened more around him.
Spent, he collapsed next to her, freeing most of her body of his weight, and sliding himself free of her. Riza was still breathing heavily as she leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder. Roy wrapped his arms around her holding her to his chest as he kissed her forehead, watching her drift peacefully off to sleep and following shortly after.
Mmmm smut. Enough said. Hope you liked it, so please oh please review and tell me what you think. Until next time. Bye!
CHAPTER 11
The man pressed her to the ground roughly, holding her bound hands above her head as she strained against him. He pressed wet, hungry lips to her cheek, her neck, slowly snaking his way lower on her body. She tried to pull against his arms with all of her strength but whatever drug he had forcibly given her was taking effect, and her body wasn’t responding to her commands. The man ripped her shirt open exposing her black lace bra which he quickly removed in a similar fashion to the shirt.“That’s a good, girl. Just lie still.” He murmured as he captured one of her breasts in his lips. He pulled hard on the tip, and she cried out in pain. He let his free hand run down her body starting at her other breast, pinching it painfully, and working its way down to her knee, where it reversed its path up the inside of her leg.
She struggled against his body, but her strength was all but gone and all she managed to do was tremble beneath his heavy weight as he pressed her into the dirt floor. She felt his hand as it crept further up her leg, ending its path at the apex of her thighs, cupping her. She stopped completely moving then, her mind frozen in place with the rest of her body as the man ripped the fabric covering that area of her body.
“That’s a good girl. Let me have what I’m after and I’ll let you sleep. Be a good girl.” He shifted his weight so that he rested himself fully between her bound legs, something firm pressing against her newly exposed flesh. She couldn’t keep the fear from her eyes as she felt him rub himself against her, the man moaning in pleasure as he felt her skin against his, sliding closer to his destination as his firmness found the fold of her skin.
She wanted to scream, to rip the ropes from her hands and use it to strangle the man on top of her, but her body had ceased to respond to her commands, allowing the man to continue what he was doing with her body. ‘Please make him stop!’ She screamed mentally.
He positioned himself over her better, and butted his hips hard against her own, a scream escaping her lips.
Riza shot up in bed, screaming, her body drenched in sweat as she emptied her lungs of oxygen, the sound of her voice filling the room. Roy sat bolt up right in the seat he occupied next to her, where he had fallen asleep watching the woman toss and turn, hands up ready to snap. Looking at the bed where she sat, Roy was on his feet moving for the edge of the bed. Sitting down, he reached over and pulled the woman into his arms muffling her screams with his shoulder as he smoothed her hair with his gloved hand. She fought against him for a moment before letting her arms go limp around his neck, and resting against him as she tried to catch her breath.
Riza continued to scream as she felt someone wrap their arms around her, holding her close to their body. She fought against them for a moment, her panic over running her senses. Then she caught a familiar sent, the smell of cologne she remembered from just before she passed out. Then she began to feel the coarse fabric of his gloves over her back where her hair didn’t cover. Realizing who it was that was holding her, she let her arms go limp around his neck, panting heavily as she tried to regain control of her fear. She kept telling herself it was just a dream, it couldn’t happen again; she was safe. She could faintly hear Roy speaking to her over her labored breathing, soft words trying to relax her.
“Shhhh, it’s okay. You’re safe now, Riza. I’m here; you’re safe.”
Looking up at the Colonel, she smiled weakly at him, showing him she was okay. He had taken his half-jacket off, exposing his thin white undershirt and letting the jacket hang over the back of the chair he had been in, and removed his boots.
Roy loosened his grip on his Lieutenant, and let her sit up on her own, his hands still lingering on her hips. He could see memories lingering in her eyes he couldn’t identify, but the emotions they caused were clear…fear…anger…hate. He let a reassuring smile come to his lips.
“Thank you, sir.” Hawkeye whispered to him, wanting to let him know that she was okay now, her emotions once again under her control. She shuddered as she remembered what had happened to her before she had slipped free from those that had taken her, dropping her gaze to the sheets that thinly covered her. She noticed that she was still in the black dress that man had forced her to wear after he had torn apart her clothes. Her hair hung down around her shoulders, the clip that usually bound it long since lost from the two days she had endured, her pony tail having been removed while she slept.
Roy watched her expression carefully before she turned her face from his, looking down into her lap. Something had happened to her, something that he couldn’t quite determine. She was scared, and that was something Riza Hawkeye was not. Lifting her face to his with his hand, he gazed into her soft brown eyes.
“What happened to you, Riza?” The woman’s heart stopped at the sound of the concern in her superiors voice, and the memories came back to the forefront of her thoughts again. She turned away from him again, the gloves scratching lightly on her skin.
“Nothing, sir,” she whispered softly, unable to find the confident tone she usually had in her voice. Her voice sounded weak and broken to her ears as her heart started pounding in her chest. She shook herself mentally trying to bring her emotions under control again.
Lifting her face to his once more, Roy pulled her close to him, searching her eyes for the truth she wasn’t telling him.
“Please, Riza, don’t lie to me. Something happened to you; you’re terrified. I’ve never seen you like this before.” Riza tried to pull away from him, not wanting him or anyone else to know what had happened to her. She just wanted to make it vanish, to trap the memory in the back of her mind, never to emerge. Roy’s hand held her chin too firmly for her to look away, however, and so her face remained directed at his. She dropped her eyes, not looking at him.
Roy could tell that she was trying to hide from what had happened, trying desperately to put the memory in a place that wouldn’t hurt her. But he knew what kind of nightmares that caused and they lasted much longer than the pain of the memory. He had tried the same thing after the war, but the memories always came back, haunting, tormenting with their presence.
He wanted to order her, force her to tell him, but he knew how she would respond to an order. She would tell him, but she would be angry that he had used his position over her to pry into what she felt was her personal life and not any of her boss’s concern. He paused thinking of a way to get her to talk to him. Pulling her face to his, he pressed his lips gently against hers, causing the girl to look up at him in shock, just the reaction he knew would follow. He pulled back, speaking to her in soft measured tones.
“It won’t help to bury the memory, Hawkeye. It won’t go away no matter how far you push it. It will always come back. Tell me what happened.”
The sound of his voice, soft and insistent, broke through her guard and she felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to be that weak. She didn’t cry, she didn’t let her emotions get the better of her. She shook her head, dropping her gaze to her lap, still feeling Roy’s hand firm on her chin, urging her to look at him. She lifted her own hand and removed his from her face as she slid his glove off, toying with the rough material in her fingers as she took a deep, steady breath.
“When I woke, I was in a small room, not much in it, just two chairs and nothing else. They had me tied at the wrist, and shackled to the wall by the ankles. When the door opened, about an hour after I came to, Jericho told me that he was using me to force you to get the money he needed to complete his research, to finish making the stone. He said he knew what the cost was for the stone and he was determined to finish the project.
“Another man entered behind Jericho and whispered something to him I couldn’t hear. Then he looked at me…he…my skin was crawling just from him looking at me. Jericho told him to watch me and make sure that I didn’t try and escape. Then as he left, he told the other to hold off a little longer and he could have his fun.” Hawkeye’s voice trailed off was she kept her face averted from Roy’s. Her eyes stung from tears that came to the corner her eyes at the memory, at the thought that she had been helpless, and was being used to get at the man in front of her. She didn’t want to be a liability to him, she was supposed to protect him. She had promised him that, but she couldn’t do that if he was having to rescue her. She had failed him by letting her guard down.
“The man stayed in the room the rest of the time I was there, just…watching me. I don’t know when but after a while, I dozed off, and when I woke again the other man was standing over me, just…staring. Some hours later, I don’t know how long exactly, Jericho came back and all he did was nod, then he left again. That’s when he…the man…he…” Hawkeye to a steadying breath as she calmed her thoughts. “He had his way with me.” Her voice was just barely above a whisper, and she wasn’t sure that Roy had even heard her.
Roy froze as Riza’s last words hit him. He understood then why she had woken so violently moments earlier, why she had fought against him when she had felt his arms around her, why she was so reluctant to tell him what had happened. What he didn’t know, was what he could do to help her through it. Not sure what to do, he pulled the woman close to his chest, holding her tight to him, feeling her muscles tighten in reaction to his touch. He held her close to him, rubbing her back, trying to ease the tenseness he felt there.
Riza felt Roy’s arms come around her, holding her close to him as he ran his hand along her back. She tensed as she felt his touch, the memory of what had happened to her lingering still in the back of her mind, but it was farther away than it had been before. She relaxed in his arms and placed her head in the crock of his neck, her breath tickling across his skin. She no longer felt the twinge of tears in her eyes, nor did she fell the pain in her body from what the man had done to her. Her body eased into Roy’s and she let out an audible breath. She felt Roy urge her up from his shoulder and when she did as he wished, he was gazing at her worriedly.
“Hawkeye…I know this is personal…but…when he did that to you…were you still…” Riza cut him off.
“Virgin?” She nodded, dropping her gaze from his. “I spent my life dedicated to the military…to you…I never allowed myself time to be with anyone that intimately. I didn’t want anything to interfere with my work…my promise.” She felt him lift her face to his again, but she pulled away, unwilling to look at him as she continued to speak. “I’m sorry, sir. I failed you. I can’t protect you like I promised if you’re the one having to rescue me.” Roy let our a hollow laugh.
“You failed me? Riza, how in the hell could you possibly think that you failed me? If anything I failed you. For that I’m so sorry, Riza.,” he said, looking down into her eyes as he spoke. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize something was wrong that night. Sorry I didn’t notice you were missing sooner…sorry I wasn’t there to save you like you’ve been for me. I should have been there. I should have protected you.”
“Sir, it’s not your job to look after me.”
“And it’s yours to do that for me?” His voice cracked as he spoke. “Damn it, Riza. You shouldn’t be risking your life for me. I’m not worth that. No matter what I feel…” His voice trailed off as he stumbled over the words his heart was trying to force past his uncooperative lips.
“Sir?” Hawkeye’s voice sounded in his ear as he breathed a sigh.
“No matter what I feel for you, I can’t let you put yourself in danger like that. I can’t lose you.” Hawkeye wasn’t sure she was understanding him correctly. What he felt for her? Roy felt something for her? Was it just as his subordinate? Or was it…
“For me, sir?” Roy laughed out loud, turning his face to the ceiling.
“Yes, Riza, for you. The entire time you were gone, I was so worried I would never get you back again. I…I was scared to lose you.” He looked down at her, practically yelling as he tried to force the words he needed to say past his tongue. “I was so scared that I would never see you again. Every time I would look over and see your desk empty and I was stuck in the office letting the others do the footwork to try and get you back. I felt useless. I felt like I had let you down. After all the times you had saved me and I couldn‘t do the same for you. Riza, I failed. Failed to protect…” Unable to finish the sentence, Roy pulled Riza close to him, pressing his lips to hers and holding her tightly to his chest, as if he was afraid it was the last chance he would get.
Riza froze as Roy kissed her forcibly on the lips, his body pressed hard against her own. She couldn’t believe that he had been worried over her. Why would he worry over her? Could he possibly feel the same way for her? Pulling back from him slowly, Riza leveled her gaze on the man before her.
“Protect what, sir? Finish your sentence.”
“The…Riza…” He hesitated afraid of finishing what he was going to say, but he looked down into Hawkeye’s soft brown eyes, seeing her patient, expectant gaze, and his breath caught. He lifted his ungloved hand to her cheek as he let out a sigh, and finished the sentence. “The one I love.”
Roy stared at her, searching her face for some indication of her answering response to what he had just said. What was she going to do? Request a transfer? Slap him? Laugh at him?
“Sir,” Roy felt his heart drop. “We can’t…If someone were to find out about this within the military…if the higher ups found out…there are so many people that want to see you fall. I can’t be the reason for that, sir, I’m sorry.” She tried to disentangle herself from Roy’s arms but he held onto her, refusing to let her move.
“Riza do you think that I would let that happen? I won’t let anything happen to you. I won’t let anyone find out about this, about what I feel for you.” Riza still tried to pull away from him, tried to put some distance between herself and the emotions he stirred inside her.
“No,” he said softly in her ear. “I’m not letting you go. I love you, Riza, and I almost lost you. I’m not going to lose you again.” Riza shook her head, pushing against his shoulders, trying to free herself from his arms.
“No, sir. I will not be a danger to your career.”
“I won’t let you be. Riza, nothing will effect the way we act in the office. You aren’t the kind of person to let your personal life interfere with work. If we don’t act any different in the office, how are the higher ups to know that anything has changed?” Riza looked up at Roy hesitantly, unsure of what to say.
Roy held his breath. Riza said that she didn’t want to be the cause of his fall in the military, but he wasn’t sure if she only cared because she was his subordinate. He wanted to think that she loved him, but he wasn’t sure. In response to his concern, Riza lifted her face, a faint smile playing at her lips as she pressed them gently to her superiors. Roy felt her soft lips on his and he let out the breath he had been holding, pulling her into him as he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into her open mouth and drawing hers up to mingle with his.
Hawkeye kissed Roy softly on the lips with as much of the love she felt for him as she could muster. His response was immediate. He sighed through his nose as he leaned in to the kiss, pulling her as close to his as he could manage. She felt his tongue pass through her lips and after a moment, her own rose to met his.
Roy felt the heat building in his body as he held Riza against his chest. His heart started to race as he tilted the woman back onto the bed, lightly pinning her with his presence rather than his body. He felt her tense beneath him and he pulled away from the kiss, panting slightly, as he looked down into her eyes.
Riza felt herself being pressed backward onto the bed, Roy’s body over her own, but not heavy enough that she couldn’t push him off.
The man pressed her to the ground roughly.
Riza tensed against the sudden flash in her mind and she froze. She felt Roy pull away from her as she clamped her eyes shut in an effort to block out the memory.
He had gone to far. He should have known better. He shouldn’t have pushed her so quickly. He shouldn’t have lost himself in his urges. Roy looked down at Riza, waiting for her to yell at him, tell him to get off and leave her alone. Anything. Riza had her eyes shut as her brows knit together, small beads of sweat forming. Roy bent down and lay a gentle kiss where her face crinkled in toward her eyes, feeling her relax slightly at the touch of his lips.
Riza opened her eyes and looked up at Roy, a small smile forming on her lips as the memories of what had happened faded again to the back of her mind. Pulling him close again, Riza hugged the alchemist to her, placing her lips at his ear.
“By the way, sir, I just thought you might like to know that I’m in love with you, too.”
Roy shifted his head so he could look Riza in the eye. She still had a soft smile lingering on her lips, her expression honest. Roy smiled back at her, as he bent his lips to hers again, claiming them softly. He held that one kiss for a long moment, savoring the softness of her lips on his, the sweet smell of her skin. When he pulled away from her, he moved to sit up, but Riza’s hands still held him tight to her. Sighing contently, he leaned into her body feeling her warmth through the thin satin sheets.
Riza held tight to Roy, his body pressing gently against her own as she hugged him close. She felt Roy break from the kiss but feeling her arms so firmly around him, tucked his head into her neck. She squirmed a little as his hot breath brushed against the small hairs on her neck, sending chills down her spine and causing a light pink blush to color her cheeks.
Roy felt Riza shudder underneath him and turned to look at her to make sure she was okay. He was surprised to see that a small amount of color had come to her cheeks and her breathing had increased. Slightly confused, Roy lowered his head back to it’s resting place as he let out a sigh. Almost immediately he felt another tremor run through the woman’s body. Roy smirk, leaning in closer as he blew gently down Riza’s neck and up into her ear. Her body shook under his and her grip around his neck loosened, allowing the man to sit up on one elbow over her.
Riza looked up at Roy, his hair hanging loosely in his face and his white shirt hanging from his body. He had a playful smirk on his face, infecting her with its warmth and bringing a smile to her face as well. She reached up and brushed at the unruly strands of his hair where it stuck out at odd angles. She felt his hand on the side of her face and leaned into it, letting her eyes slide closed.
Roy watched her smile brighten her face and lifted his free hand to place it along the side of her face, causing her to close her eyes contentedly. Leaning down he kissed her cheek softly, brushing her skin with his lips faintly before moving next to her ear again.
“Let me help you forget for a little while, Riza. Let me help you ease the memories.”
Riza felt Roy’s breath on her ear, and sending chills through her body. She turned her head to his, looking into his dark eyes. She felt his warm arms around her body, but she still hesitated.
“Sir, I really…”
“No,” his voice was soft and urging in her ear. “Stop calling me ‘sir’. Riza, I want to hear you say my name.” Tipping his head, Roy placed soft kisses down the side of her neck, eliciting a restrained moan from the woman beneath him. “Please, Riza, let me help you. You trusted me before, trust me now.”
Riza tried unsuccessfully to restrain the moan that came to her lips at the touch of Roy’s hot kisses to her cool skin. She tried to come up with a reason, any reason, why they shouldn’t, but he was slowly pushing through all of her resistance, her mind slowly giving in. She felt Roy’s lips trail down from her neck to her collar bone before going back up again to nibble the bottom of her ear.
He pressed wet, hungry lips to her cheek, her neck…
Riza stiffened again, placing her hands flat against Roy’s chest, prepared to push him away. Her heart quickened its pace, and her breath caught in her throat. She let out a strangled cry, trying to put the memory in the back of her mind.
Roy felt Riza stiffen, and he hesitated, pulling his lips back from her ear. Her breathing had quickened and he bent close to her ear again, whispering softly.
“Riza, there is no way to erase the memories completely, but I want to help make them less hurtful. Please, Riza.”
At the sound of Roy’s voice, soft and pleading in her ear, the memory faded back into the far corner of her mind, leaving her alone again with Roy. She twisted her face to look at him, her eyes steady on his face as he returned her gaze. Breathing a soft sigh, Riza tipped her face closer and pressed her lips firmly to his.
Roy pulled his other glove from his fingers and placed his hand on the back of her neck, deepening the kiss between them and holding Riza to him. He was happy to find that she didn’t fight, didn’t push him, didn’t attempt to break the contact. Instead he felt her place her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her. Kissing along her jaw he worked his way to her ear, nibbling the lobe before whispering breathily to her.
“If you want me to stop, just tell me.”
Hesitantly, Roy slid his hand that was under her to the ties of the halter in her dress, undoing them. She sat up slipping one hand to Roy’s chest, where she carefully undid the buttons one by one. Roy dropped the front of her dress down, exposing her chest to the cold air in the room. She shivered against him, finishing the last of the buttons on his shirt and sliding it free of his shoulders. Dipping his face down, he kissed his way down her chest.
Riza trembled against Roy, but the memory didn’t surface as he kissed his way down her body, pressing her gently onto her back again. She ran her finger through his silky hair, holding him to her. She trailed her hands down his back, rubbing the muscles gently.
Roy took the tip of her breast between his lips, pulling gently with his teeth. He heard her suck in a sharp breath, but didn’t push him away. He paused for a moment, paying careful attention to her breast as his other hand glided from the back of her neck to massage gently at the other. He could feel her heart pounding against his cheek but she was still encouraging him, soft moans escaping her lips. He lifted from her moving the sheet that covered her body, allowing himself closer.
He kissed across Riza’s chest to the opposite breast, giving it the same attention he had previously been giving to the other. Sliding his hand down her side to her hips he pushed the unwanted black garment from her body. Gliding his hands over her firm, flat stomach and laying soft kisses just in ahead of his fingers, Roy made his way back to Riza’s lips, his arm circling her waist.
Riza’s hands fluttered down Roy’s chest to his belt undoing the buckle and then working the zipper down. Sliding her thumbs into the waist band, she pushed the last of his clothing from his body. She felt Roy shift his body over hers, wrapping his arms tight around her and enveloping her in his warmth. Hesitantly, she lifted one leg draping it loosely over his waist, allowing his body to fall against hers. She could feel him pressed lightly against her skin, not moving, but holding her as he waited for her to react.
One of Riza’s legs came up to loop over his hip, letting Roy come to rest against her more closely. He wanted her, to be sure; hardly a day went by in the office that he didn’t find himself in some fantasy with her. However, he was not going to let his desire cloud his judgment. So he took her ear in his teeth gently again, pressing close against her.
“Are you sure, Riza? If you want me to stop, tell me now.” She trembled lightly beneath him, her heart pounding on against his chest. She lifted her face to his and let out a breathy moan as he nibbled up to the top of her ear. Leaning into him as she held him close to her, she whispered in his ear.
“I trust you, Roy.”
Roy pressed himself more firmly against Riza’s body, not entering her but letting her feel him on her skin. She let out a husky moan, raising her other leg to wrap it around his waist, hooking her ankles. A smirk came to his lips as Roy tilted his face down to her neck, pulling lightly at the flesh with his lips. Rising himself again, he pressed gently, firmly, into the fold of her body.
Riza felt Roy pressed against her skin and let out a husky moan without intending to. Raising her other leg she looped it around his waist with her other leg, feeling him hard on her skin. Roy’s lips on her neck caused her eyes to lid, and her head to drop heavily back onto the pillow. Softly she felt him enter her, his body firm and flat against hers, and a slight gasp escaped her.
He butted his hips hard against her own.
Riza’s heart started pounding in her chest as the image came unwanted to her mind. She closed her eyes fully, trying to close out the image, a single tear rolling down her cheeks at her own weakness, for not being able to repress the memory or the tear.
Roy felt Riza freeze under him, and his heart stopped. He knew she was remembering. Slowly he tread his fingers up her arm around his neck and pulled it down on the bed next to her face. He entwined his fingers with hers and kissed her cheek, surprised to taste a tear on his lips.
“It’s okay,” he whispered softly to her, slipping his arm under her shoulders and holding her to him. “I’m here; you’re safe. I swear.”
Riza slowly relaxed under him, opening her eyes and sighing. The sound of Roy’s voice chased the last of the memory from her thoughts, allowing her to calm herself as she squeezed his hand to let him know she was okay. Roy’s head came up and looked her in the eyes as she smiled up at him.
Roy smiled back, tilting his face to her and captured her lips again in a soft kiss. Slowly, he began to move inside her, taking his time and making certain she wasn’t frightened. She let out a throaty moan, as he pressed deep and trailed his lips down her neck. He held her tight to his chest as he quickened his pace, eliciting more voluble and enticing moans from her full lips.
Riza felt Roy move, as he trailed his lips down the side of her neck again and couldn’t restrain the moan that escaped her. She squeezed his hand in hers as she raked her other hand over his muscled back.
Over time the pace increased, from the encouragement of both partners as the night lengthened. The sound of their breathing and the faint gasps and moans that escaped them was the only sound that drifted through the large house. Riza clung to Roy, leaving red trails down his back from her nails, fastening her lips to his every so often before breaking away again, dropping her head back to the pillow. Roy had several dark red marks along his collar where she had caught his skin in her lips and sucked hard where she had found purchase.
Panting heavily, Riza clung tight to Roy, tightening down as she climaxed. Her legs clenched around his waist as he continued to drive himself deep inside her. Her voice refused to accompany the moan that escaped her, coming out as mostly air.
Roy felt Riza tighten around him as he pressed himself deeper still into her tight body. He bent his head fastening on her tender chest gently as he thrust into her again, the sound of her airy moan filling his ears. Driving himself inside her again, he moaned, stiffening inside her as he came. He pressed softly into her, his sensitive body twitching as she tightened more around him.
Spent, he collapsed next to her, freeing most of her body of his weight, and sliding himself free of her. Riza was still breathing heavily as she leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder. Roy wrapped his arms around her holding her to his chest as he kissed her forehead, watching her drift peacefully off to sleep and following shortly after.
Mmmm smut. Enough said. Hope you liked it, so please oh please review and tell me what you think. Until next time. Bye!