Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ The Hardest Question ❯ Chapter 3

nothing, absolutely nothing ruins a good lemon writing mood like a call from a parent. unless it's a call from your grandmother. my family has no idea i enjoy writing smut and post it on the internet and i see no reason to tell them - my mother would probably call with suggestions on my lemons. i swear there's some sort of 6th sense that tells these people the worst times to call. and the phone calls are never anything terribly important.

 

“yes, mom, i understand your 3rd cousin twice removed just died and i'm very sorry about that but its 3.15 in the morning and unless you were somehow responsible for this death, couldn't this have waited until morning? you're right mom, technically it is morning, i just meant…”

 

WARNING: overwhelming fluff bordering on cheesy. brush teeth after reading to prevent cavities - or smelling like limburger. if you don't like lemons skip the first two sections.

 

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The dress fell to the carpet somewhere in the hallway, the fake breasts made it to the doorway before falling to bounce on the hardwood floor and the bra was tossed in the general direction of the closet. He struggled for a moment with the clips of the garter belt holding up the silk stockings and was slightly annoyed to hear Riza giggle. Her nimble fingers easily opened the clasps for him before moving up to stroke the taut skin around his waist. The muscles of his stomach tightened under her warm fingers. Ignoring the garter belt, she slipped her fingers under the waistband of his boxers, and tugged at the fabric playfully.

 

“Even if I can't take a picture, I'm never going to forget the sight of you in boxers and stockings.” She whispered in his ear.

 

He stuck a leg on the bed to roll the stocking down his leg, trying not to put a run in them. After this experience he would have a new respect for any woman he saw wearing pristine stockings. “You realize I will get even with you for laughing at me…” He said without looking up.

 

“But you look so lady-like.” She persisted. “You would have made a great woman.” She laughed again and much to her amusement, he easily removed the garter belt and tossed it over his shoulder. Riza propped her own leg on the bed and raised her long skirt to remove the holster around her leg, revealing a long pale expanse of skin that made his mouth water and sent a rush of blood to his groin.  As soon as she had set the holster on the side table, Roy grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto the bed with him. Rolling her onto her back, he leaned over her body to kiss her neck. 

 

“You could have let me remove my clothes first.” she whispered softly.

 

“Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you...” each kiss left a tingling trail across her skin. Gentle fingers popped the buttons of her blouse open slowly, his lips kissing the skin revealed by each newly opened button. She moaned softly as his mouth worked its way along the lace edging of her bra, fingers drawing the cloth aside. His movements were slow and deliberate, frustrating Riza to no end. Why was he wasting time like this? Was this what he meant when he said he'd get even? Probably. So she bit her lower lip and concentrated on her hands stroking his bare back, trying to ignore how horribly arousing his hot lips felt pressed to her skin.

 

When he finally popped the last button, his hands pushed the fabric off her shoulders to uncover the pale skin underneath. The shoulder straps of her bra were slipped off her shoulders next, displaying even more creamy skin. She struggled for a moment trying to get her arms out of the sleeves of her blouse, but her hands were effectively wrapped in the fabric, each pull only tightening the confining cloth. She grumbled and wriggled in frustration as she fought the fabric. Roy was about to help her, but was momentarily distracted when his hands touched a piece of hard metal under her bra. Inquisitive fingers moved aside the fabric to reveal the smallest gun he'd ever seen.

 

“Are there any other weapons I should know about?” his amused voice soft and deep. Once the safety was checked, the weapon was dropped to the floor.

 

“That should be all; when I changed from my uniform for Hayate's walk I removed all but those four.”

 

“You're sure?”

 

She nodded.

 

He smirked, running a hand down along her hip. “So there's nothing hidden down here?”

 

“No weapons… now help me with my arms.” She wriggled more. With her arms bound behind her, she struggled to roll on her side to give him better access to her shirt-wrapped arms stuck behind her back.

 

His smirk got larger and a small flash of worry ran through her mind. Surely he wouldn't leave her with her wrists knotted in her shirt. Surely he wouldn't…

 

His hands were already on her shoulders, pulling her closer to greet her lips with his. With a little assistance, she finally tugged the blouse off and threw it to the floor.

 

“You know,” he said separating their lips just long enough to speak. “I kind of like you tied up.”

 

“Maybe later, colonel.” His soft lips cut her off, his tongue teasing hers, pulling her into his mouth. Drawing back she whispered into his mouth, “Right now I just want to be able to touch you as much as possible.” He balanced himself over her while his hands slipped behind her to deftly unhook her bra with a practiced ease. As his fingers brushed the array burned into her back, his hands stopped moving. The skin there had a slightly different texture and his fingers traced it easily; of course he knew the array better than his own name. The lightly textured lines of the symbols led to the scar tissue she had begged him to inflict, obliterating essential symbols of the array. He understood why she asked to have it damaged, and he remembered why he had complied, but there was a small part of him that felt that when he had, he'd broken a deep bond that held them together. In that time of war, it brought a person's vulnerability to the forefront of their mind, everyone searching for their personal weaknesses and either reinforcing or eliminating them. If the wrong person saw that array and was familiar with the notes her father had left, she could not only give someone the secrets to fire alchemy but her body could also be used as an alchemical weapon. A weapon against him. That was the true reason she had asked to have it damaged and rendered unreadable. He was still perplexed how a father could do that to his child. Well, she would have to have been almost full-grown for it to not have stretched as her body grew. As to why she had it, he had never asked and she had never explained.

 

The bra joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor and he moved his lips to kiss her neck, slowly turning from nuzzling to nipping and finally to a soft bite when her hands drifted further down his body. She grinned as she squeezed his butt through his boxers and heard a gratifying grunt, enjoying how his muscles flexed and hips forced against hers with just a touch. She could now feel his hard bulge press against her legs. Her fingers reached up for the waist band of his boxers, once again sliding her fingers between him and the fabric. Her hands slipped further down until she was squeezing his bare butt in her hands.

 

His mouth moved lower on her body, kissing down between her breasts. He pulled back to watch as his hands wrapped around her breasts, gentle fingers brushing along the soft flesh with his thumbs gently stroking around her nipples. He was careful not to touch the sensitive areola, merely tracing around them, barely touching the darker skin to prolong the moment and building her desire until she wanted to scream. With each pant of her breath she moaned and her body arched toward him, pushing harder into his hands. Her hands drew away from his back and reached for her nipples, just wanting to ease the growing desire he created.

 

“Oh no, you don't.” He said teasingly. He quickly grabbed her hands and pinned them to the bed over her head.

 

“Let me go.” she moaned, struggling against his strong grip.

 

“But I'm not done yet…”

 

“Sir, please just touch me.” She begged.

 

“Riza,” he scolded. “You know better than that. My name is Roy.” He lowered his mouth to lick around the areola, still not quite touching the extra-sensitive skin.

 

“Roy! Roy, please stop teasing me...” she cried out.

 

“Good girl,” he said finally drawing a nipple into his mouth, gently taking the tip between his teeth and pulling lightly.

 

With a sigh of relief, she arched her back further to push more of her body to his wonderful mouth. At her whimper he finally stroked the other nipple with his thumb before his hands left her breasts and slid down to the waist of her skirt. Quick fingers found the clasp and zipper, easily opening them without even needing to look at them. He moved off to the side and pulled at the bottom hem of her skirt, sliding the fabric easily down her legs, quickly followed by her panties. Roy, still clad in his boxers, studied the nude woman on the bed, admiring every curve of her body. He liked her like that, lying on her back, looking up at him, just waiting for his next touch.

 

“Your turn,” she purred and tugged at the leg of his boxers. He needed no further prompting to shed the last piece of clothing but settled on his heels, once again studying her form.

 

“You look so beautiful lying there.” There weren't enough words to express just how pretty she looked. At first he wasn't sure if it was the nude woman or the particular woman who was nude. No, there could be no doubt about it; it was definitely the particular woman. She had been tempting him in his dreams for awhile now, but his imagination couldn't compare with the real thing. Her eyes once again held that mischievous look that sent a shiver down his back. Her hands reached out and traced the muscles on his chest, stopping at the scars from his battle with Lust.

 

“Do these still hurt si- Roy?” Old habits die hard but she was able to stop herself from calling him sir. She reached around his waist and drew him down next to her.

 

“Not enough to make me stop,” he mumbled into her neck. His mouth moved down to kiss along her collarbone.

 

His hand trailed down her side and over a thigh before turning to the tender skin between her legs. Tearing his mouth away from her neck, he glanced down at his hand still stroking her upper thighs before slowly sliding it higher and higher. His searching fingers reached the golden curls gently running though them. “A natural blonde…” he mumbled as his finger dipped into her folds, gently running along the outer lips carefully avoiding the highly sensitive button of flesh in the middle. Then he slipped his finger into her slickened opening; her body impatiently moving as she cried out for more. Complying, first two and then three fingers dove into her body. “Oh god,” he mumbled. Her muscles were contracting around his hand, as if to draw his fingers in further.

 

Once again, tired of waiting for him to touch her, she tried to slide a hand down to touch her clit. This time when he saw her hand, he gave it a playful little slap. “What did I tell you about doing that?” he teased, his voice soft and low. She writhed under his hand, trying to disrupt his intruding fingers enough to brush against the aching spot he refused to touch.

 

“What do you say…?” he prompted.

 

“Let go, I just want to touch-”

 

“What do you say…?” he prompted again.

 

“Now!” she cried forcefully. She needed just one touch to relieve the increasing tension in her body.

 

“No… what do you say…?”

 

“Please! Please damn it!” she pleaded.

 

“What a good little girl.” His familiar smirk reappeared as his wet fingers withdrew to rub her clit. She writhed against his fingers, her hand reaching down to force his hand closer. Her soft moaning pants and trembling form set his own body on fire and he watched with fascination, just enjoying how she moved when in the throes of her orgasm. A thin sheen of sweat coated her skin and he leaned over to lick along her collar bone. Eyes opening again, she smiled and pulled him to cover her body with his own.

 

“This time I want to feel more than your fingers inside me.” She whispered in his ear. Her hand slid down his side to grasp the hard flesh pressing into her stomach. “Feels like you're ready…” She stroked him with a firm hand, gratified by the deep groan from his throat. He pushed her legs further apart and she guided his cock into her waiting opening. With a quick thrust he was surrounded by her incredibly tight body, her muscles clenching around him with each movement of her hips. In only seconds they found a satisfactory rhythm and their eyes locked, each seeing their own reflection in the eyes of the other. Supporting himself on hands placed on the sides of her head, his mouth slid down to her shoulder where he passionately bit her delicate skin. She whimpered and raked her fingernails down his back. He moved his mouth a little closer to her neck before sinking his teeth in again. Pulling back a little, with a quick twist and roll, she now found herself on top of him, her knees balancing her body over his.

 

“Sit back,” he commanded. She cautiously leaned back, still rocking her hips. His eyes were immediately drawn to her swaying breasts. Bending his knees slightly, he was able to get the soles of his feet onto the bed to give him leverage to continue thrusting into her, his hands holding her at her hips. Her hair, soft and long, swayed softly against her shoulders, trailing down over her breasts, not quite long enough to hide her tender red and swollen nipples.

 

Her hands now moved up to cup her breasts, pushing them together to form cleavage he would dream about for the next week. With labored breaths and a bit more security with their positions, she continued her movements, tightening and releasing the muscles between her legs, earning a loud groan from him. In turn, she liked looking down at him, his hair mussed and contrasting sharply against the white sheets. His smooth well defined chest flowing to a narrow waist where she could see the only scar on his body, that of the cauterized wound on his side. She released her breasts to gently run her fingers over his puckered and pink scar tissue, noticing how sensitive it seemed to be.

 

Their movements were taking on urgency with a growing intensity neither had ever felt before. The fire in her stomach grew, soon spreading to the rest of her body, slowly bringing her to the edge.

 

“I want to hear you say my name.” he groaned.

 

“Roy…” she cried softly, again squeezing her breasts and nipples.

 

“I want to hear it again, say it again…”

 

“Roy,” she cried out louder.

 

His hand snaked down between their bodies to touch the little bundle of nerves that sent her completely over the edge. With a loud cry as she came, her muscles rippled and her shuddering body pulling him with her, a forceful grunt coming from his throat. Injecting warm fluid deep into her, her muscles contracted to milk him of everything he had.

 

She slumped over, legs sliding back and head falling forward to rest on the sheet by his ear. His mouth started kissing her shoulder and neck that was stretched before him. Gradually their pants and gasps for breath returned to normal. She sighed and rolled off to the side, finally separating their bodies. He too rolled onto his side to wrap an arm over her stomach.

 

“Grab the blanket,” she mumbled. He kicked the folded blanket at the foot of the bed until he could easily reach it with an arm and spread it over their bodies. Sighing with a satisfaction and peacefulness he hadn't felt for ages, they both quickly fell asleep.

 

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Riza slipped out of the bed before he was awake. It wasn't hard to do without him noticing; he and Black Hayate were wrapped up tightly in the blanket and huddled on the other side of the bed. The battle for the covers had been lost early on, but she got even by stealing his pillow. Next time she'd remember to grab another blanket and an extra pillow from the couch. She couldn't help but smile at the dog that Roy was partially draped over, both of them snoring lightly. With a lingering glance at Roy's calm and peaceful face, which was also the only part of him not covered in blanket, she shut the bathroom door behind her.

 

Turning on the shower, she stepped in even before the water had warmed. The cold water felt good, waking her completely. Surprisingly she wasn't terribly concerned with what had happened last night. Most people, at least once in their lives, have that morning after experience where you stare into the mirror with those deer-caught-in-the-headlights eyes and you ask yourself `What did I do last night?' This can quickly be followed by the `Who did I do last night?' question depending on how and where you wake up. Then you start to regret the whole thing.

 

A good number of years before, when she was still in the academy, Riza'd had one of those experiences and she preferred to forget about it, generally succeeding. But it was different this time because she knew she would never want to forget last night. When she had glanced in the mirror, the red marks left on her body by his mouth and teeth had only made her smile. She had left her share of marks on him as well, and for the first time she was glad military uniforms covered so much of a person's skin. The man she'd followed for so many years, the man who had come to mean more to her than anyone else in the world actually felt the same way about her.

 

With a small gasp on her part, an arm snaked around her stomach and pulled her back against him. He'd somehow slipped in without her noticing, not that she was complaining. And a certain part of him was already hard and pressing insistently at her backside. Her wet hair was drawn over her shoulder so his lips could brush across the back of her neck.

 

“You did leave the dog in the bed, right? Should I be expecting another body in here?” she asked.

 

“No, the dog's on his own. But then again, you kiss better than he does.”

 

Nuzzling her shoulder, he took the bar of soap from her and gently ran it over her breasts, his other hand following after to rub the suds from her skin. Fingers worked their way down her body, finally plunging between her legs. She pushed his hands away, turned around and took the soap from him.

 

“My turn,” she purred the hand with the soap starting with his chest and ran down over the well defined muscles of his stomach. The bar of soap was dropped and forgotten.

 

Her now empty hand again brushed over his wet chest, fingers slightly splayed, and she slowly ran them down his body, gliding over his stomach and following the fine line of hair from his navel to the thicker hair above his cock.  She lowered herself to her knees before him, keeping her eyes focused on his, not watching her hand as it settled on him. Her other hand stroked up his inner thigh to gently cup his balls.  The smile on her face made him a little nervous, but any misgivings quickly slipped away as her hand stroked along his hard length. Even in the falling water of the shower, she could see a small drop of pre-cum dripping from the end. As her fingertips reached the head, her wrist twisted to follow the little ridge with a fingernail. He groaned and leaned back against the tiled wall of the shower, closing his eyes. She finally turned her gaze to the flesh she held before her. His hips jerked pressing harder into her hand and his cock surged with every beat of his heart. Lowering her head, she took a lap at the sensitive tip, pleased with his deep, throaty groan. She sucked more of him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him while her hand fondled the delicate skin below. His hands settled on her head, running through her wet hair. Using a combination of her mouth and her hands, she quickly had him groaning her name and driving himself even harder into her mouth. Feeling he was about ready to come, she clamped a hand around the base of his cock to prevent it and continued her teasing by tonguing the small slit at the tip.

 

His hand reached down to pry her hand away but she harshly scraped the length of his cock with her teeth making him cry out. She pulled her mouth away to make a comment. “It's an equivalent exchange.” She purred. “I behaved last night and now it's my turn to tease you.”

 

“You know that's not how it works!” he growled through clenched teeth.

 

“Maybe not in alchemy, but that's how it works here.” she smiled up at him.

 

His hand again reached down for hers.

 

“I said no!” she said sharply and gave him a rather vicious yank, only making him groan louder.

 

“Riza… I need to come… please…” he begged. With her hand still clenched tightly around the base of his cock, she lowered her head to lick the tip. He groaned and pressed his back even harder against the shower wall.

 

With a small grin, she quickly released him and stood to face the tiled wall with her hips pushed back toward him. Realizing what she wanted, he immediately guided himself into her, pleased with the small cry from her lips. His [Author ID1: at Fri Mar 9 17:14:00 2007 ]hands [Author ID1: at Fri Mar 9 17:15:00 2007 ]held her tightly, one on her hip and the other on the flat plane of her stomach. [Author ID1: at Fri Mar 9 17:15:00 2007 ]The cold, wet tile felt good against her cheek and breasts as each thrust of his body forced her relentlessly against the wall, eliciting small whimpers barely audible over his heated grunts. Her orgasm drew steadily closer, building to an almost unbearable level before her arm slipped down to touch her clit. She shuddered and convulsed in pleasure, her muscles tightening around him. He finally gave into the release he had craved and she had previously denied him.

 

Spent, he slumped over her bent figure, warm water still pouring over their bodies. He panted roughly in her ear. “You are so cruel.”

 

“And…” she sighed, slowly regaining her breath.

 

“I love you for it.”

 

“Good boy,” she purred.

 

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“Riza, I want you to leave.” He was sitting on the bed with only a towel wrapped around his waist watching her brush her hair. The comb made a sharp click as she set it down on the desk.

 

She sighed and turned around to look at him, leaning against the desk. “I thought we've been through this. I'm not going anywhere.”

 

“You distracted me before we were done arguing.”

 

“Apparently not enough. I told you I'm not leaving.” Her eyes studied his face.

 

“Please?”

 

“No.”

 

“Why do you follow me if you aren't willing to take my orders?”

 

“Supporting you and obeying orders are two different things.”

 

“Yes, I suppose they are. So why do you support me?” he asked the question he had wondered about for so many years. “Why did you show me the array in the first place?”

 

Still studying his face she replied honestly. “Even before you became my father's student, I knew he was dying. When you came, he asked to burn the array onto my back allowing me to have the final decision of who should control the array. So I watched you. When he died, he left me in your care and his last words were to tell you I knew the secret to his alchemy. By telling you I held the secret to his alchemy he let me know he wanted you to have the symbols. But by telling you he left me in your care, he was really telling me to watch over you to see what you did with his array. After his death, you didn't come and demand the secret from me and you were kind enough to take care of the funeral and estate, yet you never even asked me about it. I figured I could trust you with the fire alchemy array.”

 

“You trusted me; a boy you never knew.” He prompted.

 

“I told you, you may not have seen it but I watched you while you studied with him. And although I trusted you I also I followed you into the military to ensure it wasn't abused.”

 

“And when I asked you to shoot me if I strayed from the path?”

 

“I had watched with that intent from the day I first showed you the array.”

 

“Apparently I haven't strayed too far?”

 

“Not enough that I couldn't nudge you back with a warning shot.”

 

“Then why did I live thru Ishbal? I abused it then.”

 

“No you didn't. If it wasn't you, another alchemist would have been sent to kill those people. Their fate was sealed the moment the uprising was started; they would have been died whether by your hand or that of another alchemist. If I had seen pleasure in your eyes when you killed I would have been forced to stop you.”

 

Roy was silent.

 

“And now, if I stray too far, will you shoot me?”

 

“I don't know.” She answered truthfully.

 

“You have to; you promised.”

 

“Just don't put me in that position.”

 

They watched each other in silence for a moment.

 

“You'll leave when I've decided it's gotten too dangerous, right?”

 

“I'll leave when you can convince me things are dangerous enough.” Wearing only her undershirt, she sat on the bed next to him. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her to his bare chest.

 

“It's amazing you haven't been demoted for failure to obey orders.”

 

“Sir, not only would you not know which paperwork it would require, you probably wouldn't know where to find it either.”

 

“Are you implying I can't do paperwork?”

 

“You can do paperwork just fine as long as there's a weapon aimed at your head, sir.”

 

“We're alone so you can call me Roy.” He said the words softly and his voice rumbled in his chest.

 

She turned her face towards his and kissed him lightly on the lips.

 

“I guess there's part of me that's glad you're staying.” He said looking down at her. She glanced down at his lap at the small bulge under the towel. “Yes, and I know which part. Down colonel, we don't have time for another go.” She said with some amusement.

 

He ignored the gleam in her eye. “At least promise me you'll be careful…”

 

“I'll promise if you do…” she tightened her grip around his chest and studied his eyes, and dark black pools studied her in return. Things would only get more dangerous from here on, but they both accepted this.

 

“I promise.” He said. She smiled and nodded her head, but he continued. “But I want to see you every day. Even if it's just passing in the halls or to drop off more paperwork, I want to know you're alright. Or better yet, I want to see you every night.” He whispered in her ear. “I want to smell your hair and see it spread across my pillow. I need to feel your bare, silky skin under my fingers, your body arched to my touch, your warm lips pressed to mine, and your hot tongue in my mouth. I need to look into your eyes when you cum and hear you scream my name and when we're done I want to hold you in my arms while we sleep. I want to love you and for you to love me.” She blushed lightly and a warmth started in her stomach quickly spreading throughout her body.

 

“You don't ask for much, do you?” She asked softly.

 

“Well, it's either that or you disappear.”

 

“Then I guess you have your answer.” She kissed him lightly on the cheek before pulling away to step over to the closet. She opened the door to take out a pair of uniform pants. She pulled them on and glanced back at the man sitting on the bed. “Oh, by the way, I think I have one of your uniforms in here.” She said, searching through the hangers of blue cloth.

 

“What?” He asked, unsure if he had heard her correctly. She gave him an amused glance before answering.

 

“I said I think I have one of your uniforms in here. Ah, there it is.” She took one hanger and held it up. “Yep, this one is yours.”

 

“You never thought to tell me that last night?” his voice was strangely calm as he took the clothes from her and examined them closer. Her amused look turned into a wide grin.

 

“You never asked,” she replied with a gleam of delight in her eye.

 

Roy was stunned.  “You mean you've had a change of clothes for me this whole time?  I wore that appalling dress all evening because I didn't ask if you had other clothes I could wear?”

 

“Pretty much.”

 

“Why do you have one of my uniforms anyway?” he pulled on the pants and buttoned the fly.

 

“Last month it got caught in the door of the car and it tore.” She said.

 

Now that she had said it he vaguely remembered something about that.

 

She continued, “I told you I'd fix it because I can sew better than you can and frankly, there's a good reason you aren't called the cloth alchemist.”

 

“That one would be a rather interesting form of alchemy. When using it would the person's clothing just disappear or would one be strangled with his own scarf?”

 

“I don't know, both?” Riza said, pinning her hair up. “Humm... I can see it now, an army of empty pants marching down the road, in a nice neat formation with dozens of soldiers running after them only wearing their boxer shorts.”

 

“Bad day to go commando.”

 

“Or to have holes in your shorts.” Riza chuckled with an amused look on her face.

 

“What about the women's uniforms?” he asked, gathering the scattered parts of his disguise.

 

“It's my imagination, so I'm only seeing the men.”

 

“Strange, I guess all the women are only in my fantasy.”

 

“And what are they doing in your fantasy?” she asked, shrugging into her jacket.

 

“Mmm, they're running after their miniskirts. And blouses.”

 

“How nice of you to leave them their undergarments.” Riza could only shake her head. “Well, I only have the pants and jacket for your uniform but no undershirts or shoes.  You may just have to wear the high heels to your place to get your regular pair.” 

 

The look he shot her would have melted ice but didn't stop the wide-eyed smile she gave him as she laced up her boots.

 

“Won't it be a little suspicious to have a half dressed soldier come out of your apartment when an elderly lady came in yesterday evening?”

 

“With all the noise last night, I think the neighbors already know there wasn't a little old lady staying with me.”

 

He smirked, rather pleased at all the sounds she had made in bed. And in the shower. “I suppose not.”

 

“You know, you aren't my commanding officer any more.”

 

“Yes, the fact I can't even see the surface of my desk anymore made that rather clear.” Riza raised an eyebrow.

 

“Because you're not part of my chain of command, there's nothing keeping us from being seen in public together.” She said.

 

“While I don't think we should make a public announcement, I also think we don't need to hide anything either. Obviously, Bradley already knows how important you are to me.” Completely dressed, she left the bedroom and he followed her to the living room where he gathered the wig and shoes. He'd go barefoot before wearing high heels again.

 

“So no more coming over in a dress?”

 

“Never again.” he scowled.

 

“But I kind like seeing you in a dress…”

 

“You are a very sick woman. You answer the phones for the office, right?”

 

“Yes…” she asked warily.

 

“Can I make dirty phone calls?”

 

“Not to me. What if someone else answered?”

 

“I can tell the difference between your voice and Bradley's.”

 

“It would be rather amusing if you couldn't. Asking what he's wearing under his uniform probably wouldn't go over very well.” She said dryly.

 

He smirked. “You're right. I really don't enjoy picturing him in a red lace teddy. You, however…”

 

“Wipe your lip sir, you're drooling.”

 

“Very well, no dirty phone calls.”

 

Riza sighed. She knew that whatever he said she would be getting dirty phone calls anyway. And it wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing; at least answering the phone could be a bit more amusing.

 

“How about lunch?” he asked.

 

“I suppose if we aren't going to be a secret, it would be alright.”

 

“Good. I'll stop by your office at noon.”

 

“This isn't just to show the Führer that I'm still loyal to you, is it?”

 

“Maybe.”

 

“Or is this territorial? Would you like to pee on my leg?”

 

“Hmm. No good, you'd just wash it off. Maybe it's a bit of both.”

 

Closing and locking the door of the apartment behind her she asked, “So who did you borrow the dress from?”

 

“Umm… it's not important…”

 

Riza smiled following him down the hall. She now had another reason to remember the ugliest dress her grandmother had ever owned.

 

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And the long-awaited lemon - the original focus of this piece. Now you can see why I need practice writing lemons. I hope I kept people's interests and the last chapter stayed in character - I didn't do as many proofreads as the first two parts. I added the shower part `cause I like shower lemons and I didn't like Riza being so submissive without some sort of retaliation. I kinda picture their relationship as a constant give and take, struggling for control depending on their desires and needs at the time.