Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Heart of Fire (Royai) ❯ Chapter 8

8

He had kissed her. Roy Mustang had kissed his Lieutenant, the woman he had known for almost ten years. She should have shot him. Even know, ten minutes later, her mind was still dazed over what he had done. She hadn’t seen it coming. The kiss hadn’t been more than a few seconds. He’d just grabbed her chin and slanted his lips over hers—hard—and then pulled away. He’d kept his grip on her chin for a few seconds longer before releasing that as well. She had stared at him, silent.

He had never—ever—acted this way towards her. He had done something, she just didn’t know what. Whatever it was, it had changed him. She wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. After that, while still on the Ferris wheel, she had stayed clear of Havoc’s sight. Instead of getting off she had arched an eyebrow at Roy and informed him that they were not getting off. Not until Havoc was off and out of sight. Havoc had been waiting for Roy to get off but when he had called out to let him know they were taking another ride she had the bad luck to hear his response.

“Another round, eh?”

Oh yes, Havoc was going to have double his stack of paperwork when he went into the office Monday morning. Twice now they had almost run into Havoc and she was about to insist they leave when he pulled her into another attraction. He laughed softly. “I beat you to it.” He pointed towards the doorway where she saw Havoc walking by with some girl on his arm. “I figured if you were going jerk me into another place he wasn’t going to go into, I should return the favor. Now—“ He dropped his arm around her shoulder again and this time, as she sighed, she didn’t remove it. “—come on.” He would have just put it back sometime in the next few minutes.

She followed him, recognizing where they were. The House of Mirrors. She laughed. “Real smooth, sir, real smooth.” He would choose the one place where it was dark and they could easily get lost. It wasn’t one of those funny houses of mirrors. This one surrounded them with regular mirrors from floor to ceiling. She glanced around but all she saw was their two images. He caught her hand. “Come on.” She followed as he tugged her behind, looking every which way. He turned left and then thought the better of it and turned right. At her look he grinned. “There was a mirror down at the end. Dead end.” It was a maze of endless hallways and mirrors. She couldn’t tell which one led onto a hallway. He turned left and she jerked him to a stop. “You’ve already taken two lefts. This way.”

He smiled at the first response that she was actually starting to enjoy herself. They passed two other couples along the way before he pulled her into another left turn. The floors were covered with a heavy fog and the further they went into the maze, the darker it became. The lights overhead made the mirrors on each side of them look eerie. When she glanced up at him, the small smile still at her lips, tapped her on the nose. “I told you you’d enjoy it, didn’t I?”

Her smile turned teasing when he spoke. “Would you look at that, the General is right for once.”

“Keep doing that and I’ll be right about a lot of things.” Her small tease was another lead for him. She rarely teased him. Seeing this side of her, he planned on seeing a lot more.

“Like what?” She glanced around at the dark area, the mirrors that seemed eerie with the fog and low lights. “You know, being that it’s close to Halloween there is probably someone waiting in here to scare us.”

“I can show you…” The look in his eyes darkened, almost molten as he stared at her. Her ‘like what’ was mighty tempting.

She laughed and ducked beneath his arm. He turned towards her and began stalking her down the hallway, his strides slow. “Or…” The glint in her eyes was playful. “…we can scare them…” He continued stalking towards her and she began walking backwards. She kept a good distance between them, watching the intense and dark but teasing glint to his eyes. She was playing with fire and she knew it. He had succeeded in what he had set out to do. She was relaxed, caught up in just the moment. She was so intent on keeping an eye on him that she didn’t hear the person behind her. There was the sound of a loud air horn behind the mirrors and then the person behind her jumped to her side. Roy was almost on her when that happened and he grinned as she jumped—startled—right into his arms.

Right where he wanted her.

He burst out laughing and wrapped his arms around her slender body. “If you wanted in my arms, all you had to do was say so.” He teased softly and began walking her backwards again, but this time she was still in his arms. Faintly he could hear the person behind the mask laugh. If he had been into working at carnivals and scaring the shit out of people, he would have enjoyed that man’s job. As it was, he applauded him for bringing the Lieutenant right into his arms. He shook his head and turned them right and down another hallway. “You didn’t do a very good job of scaring anybody back there.”

She would have tripped if he hadn’t kept his steps slow, steadily walking her backwards so she couldn’t see where she was going. “If I fall I’m going to shoot you.” He was almost tempted to dare her to pull her gun.  “Try it.” He teased her softly. “You might just find your gun melted.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” She laughed, her arms pressed up against his chest.

“I’d dare anything.” He looked at the mirrors and then to the other side. What he wanted…He grasped the edge of power vibrating from inside and smiled when he saw what he wanted. Two mirrors that had been on their right were curved inward now, forming a small alcove. The way it was formed, the mirror that was flat against the wall in the middle, would lead anyone to think that it was just part of the wall—straight—and they would pass. To the right in the alcove was what he wanted. That small section of mirrors was hidden. Of course, if anyone were to realize the mirror in the middle was back a little, they could walk in and would see them.

He turned them right abruptly and she laughed softly. “You’re going to get us even more lost.” He walked her back one more step and they were surrounded by mirrors from the back and sides. Her back came up against one of the mirrors.

“I know exactly where we are.” Was his deep, husky reply before his lips came down on hers. His Lieutenant cared for him. Whether she would ever admit to it or not didn’t matter. A promise wouldn’t have made her stand by his side this long. A promise wouldn’t have made her do the things—for him—that she had done over the years. That caring—he was going to take full advantage of. He had waited for her to relax, to grow comfortable with him tonight. That alone was all he needed. That ice cold façade of hers was weak right now. The kiss was just like the one on the Ferris wheel except this time, he didn’t stop. He didn’t give her time to stop him—he swooped. He kissed her like he meant it, his tongue taking advantage of the slackness of her lips and thrusting inside. He lifted one hand and speared it into her hair, gripping the strands tight in his fist as he tilted her head back.

Her mind screamed a warning as his lips came down on hers, as his hand fisted in her hair. She wanted to push him back, resist—she knew she should—but the way he kissed her, it was hot and sinful. It wasn’t gentle. It was hard and carnal, like he was stating a claim. He was possessing her. All he was doing was kissing her and it was so good. He was making it impossible for her to think. He pulled his lips away abruptly, the look in his eyes dark and sinful. “Kiss me back.” He whispered and jerked her head back further before taking her lips again. She sensed something dark in him but she couldn’t focus on it. Not when he thrust his tongue into her mouth again. She went slack against him, a soft moan rising up which was trapped between their lips. Just like that, she was lost. His arms held her tighter as she sank against him, her lips moving beneath his, following the slide and stroke of his tongue. She moaned as his teeth caught her lips and bit gently and then he sucked her tongue into his mouth.

He had never felt as much the victorious conqueror as he was now. She pushed against his chest, seeking leverage and then he felt her arms slide up, circling his shoulders. He chuckled and pulled back slightly, his hands sliding down her sides. He slid his lips lower along the curve of her cheek and then over her chin. He heard her exhale against him, a shuddering delightful sound as his lips slide lower, moving over the curve of her throat. His tongue slid over her pulse, a teasing touch before he bit down teasingly. She shuddered in his arms, a soft moan rising up. He did it again and then kissed the spot. “You like that, hmm…seems I’ve found one of your weak spots…” His voice was dark and husky, a low teasing sound to her senses.  He moved lower, his chin nudging the edges of her shirt. His lips teased her collar bone and then moved over the material of her shirt. He caught at the top button with his teeth and tugged hard. The button popped free and he spit the round plastic out, watching as the shirt parted back just the tiniest bit.

The rumors were true. She had listened with disdain—and probably disbelief—from some of the women about his tactics. The way he was in bed. From just his lips alone, he had left her breathless and her heart pounding. He wasn’t trying to be gentle but he was slow. And she found it utterly and deliciously sinful. His left hand drifted low and curved around her thigh before sliding behind it. Her eyes opened slowly as he lifted her leg and curled it around his back. He tugged at the slit in her skirt and she heard the material rip slightly, parting even higher before his hand returned, sliding over bare skin. He paused as his fingers slid over leather and metal. He groaned, dropping his forehead against her collar bone. He cupped her thigh right over the holster where the pistol was. His lips caressed her skin. “That’s so damned sexy.” He whispered.

“What?” She forced her eyes open through the distant haze of pleasure. Her mind and body were a mass sensation. The thought caused her heart to pound. He had kissed her and he was barely even touching her. If he could make her weak in the knees from just this…If he did more, she wasn’t sure she would live through it. She inhaled hard as he sank to his knees without warning. His left hand circled her ankle and then slowly—very, very slowly—began an upward ascent. The hem of her skirt bunched on the back of his hand and then began to move upward with his hand. Her throat worked convulsively as she swallowed and her head fell back. She met her own eyes in the mirror, saw the flushed look on her cheeks, the dazed look in her eyes. She saw the two of them. The top button of her shirt was missing and he was at her feet. The silky black hair beckoned to her and she sank her hands into the locks, watching their reflection as she did so.

His hand slid higher until he had reached the holster again. “This.” He lifted her leg, the skirt folding back over her thigh. The holster was brown leather, buckling around her thigh. The gun was holstered on the inside of her thigh. He leaned forward and kissed the skin above the leather. Her fingers convulsed in his hair—he loved the sensation of her touching him. He moved his lips over her thigh, teasing her skin. His grip tightened as he lifted her leg upwards and kissed the inside of her thigh. He felt her shudder as his tongue swept along the edge of the holster, teasing the skin right beside it. His touch moved inward, his lips moving higher. His other hand caught at the edge of her skirt on the other leg and slowly began moving it upward the same way he had with the other. He forced his eyes open, the desire burning in his gaze. He was so hard he hurt. He watched as the skirt bunched, moving higher. So close, he wanted to see—

“You sure you saw him come in here?”

She stiffened in his arms and he cursed at the abrupt change in her. He was going to kill Havoc. It was as simple as that. He was going to kill him. He closed his eyes with a silent groan and dropped his forehead against her thigh. He’d had her. He could have done anything he wanted, that was how lost she had been. The lust in her eyes had matched his. Now those defenses of hers were up. He stood up slowly, wincing at the tight fit of his trousers. He was rock hard. He stared down at her and placed his hands on either side of her shoulders. Somewhere along the way the mirror behind them had fogged up around her body. He grinned a little mockingly at that because if Havoc hadn’t interrupted, he would have done a lot more. He wouldn’t make her go out in front of Havoc, though. He sighed softly, regret in his eyes. “I’ll get him out of here, or distract him. Whatever…I’ll be back.” He kissed her softly on the lips before he turned and walked out of the little alcove. When he came back a short time later, she was gone.

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