Roy Mustang And Riza Hawkeye One Shots LEMON/SMUT

Up Against The Wall-After A Boring Meeting

Riza's P.O.V.

"Colonel, I-"

"Now's not the time for excuses, Lieutenant."

"Oh!" I gasp as his hands fist the material of my shirt and yank it over my head.

We just came from the most boring meeting in the history of meetings. There was a lot of discussion, but even so, I'm not sure anything was actually said. Certainly nothing useful. Which is why about an hour in, I got restless and moved my hand to the colonel's thigh to keep things interesting. He looked at least as bored as I felt, and I couldn't very well have him falling asleep. So, I was just doing my job. Mostly.

"You could've kicked me," he says in a low tone, sliding his hands around my bare back. "Or elbowed me."

"I just-"

"But instead you chose to run your fingers up the inside of my leg."

I bite my lip and avert my eyes from his. I knew what I was doing. I couldn't help myself. Sitting so close to him in that stuffy room with the constant droning...my mind wandered to our rendezvous last week in the men's room, when he sat me on the counter while we... It was only fair he should feel as restless as I did. Since my discomfort was his fault in the first place.

"Sir, please. I'm sorry, I-"

"Hardly," he cuts me off, flipping the lock on his office door. "You knew exactly what you were doing. How hard you were making me."

"Are you mad?" I raise an eyebrow, and he tilts his head, smirking at me.

"No, but I do expect you to relieve the problem you created."

"You mean-" I glance at his fly and catch a glimpse of the fabric pulled tight over his sizable erection.

"That's exactly what I mean."

"Sir!" His large hands slide over my lace-covered breasts and squeeze, making my back arch.

"Knowing you, you'll enjoy this more than I will."

His thumbs roll across my nipples, and I gasp, unable to respond. He kneads at me, his hands rubbing and squeezing my sensitive mounds. My breaths start coming in pants as he gets into a rhythm. The cups of my bra slide off, leaving nothing between his rough palms and the overheated flesh of my boobs.

"Oh God," I moan, my hand grabbing onto the waistband of his pants, searching for something to anchor me. "Oh God!"

"Riza?"

"I-I'm..."

I'm going to come. Just from him fondling my breasts. I've never... This isn't... Suddenly, he lets go, and I stumble back a step.

"Hands up against the wall, Lieutenant."

"Wh-what?" I stammer, my body on the edge of orgasm.

"Turn around and put your hands on the wall," he repeats more slowly, his deep voice rolling over me.

I nod before moving. When my sweaty palms make contact with the cinderblock, my entire body shivers. I can't see him behind me, and that thrills and terrifies me at the same time. I've never been in this position before. I have no idea what he's thinking aside from-

"I want you naked," he says softly, his fingers unhooking the useless bra before dropping to my pants and undoing them.

I tremble as he undresses me, untying my boots and removing them before going back to my pants and sliding them down. Finally, he reaches my panties. They're wet, and I know he notices when he hums approvingly in my ear as he drags them down my thighs.