Roy Mustang And Riza Hawkeye One Shots LEMON/SMUT

Lotus-A Night In The Bedroom

Roy's P.O.V.

I watch as Riza dries the last dish before putting it in the cabinet. I snuck over a few hours ago and made her dinner. She insisted on washing up, even though I begged her to leave it until the morning. Being around her all day and not being able to touch her is getting harder to handle. Now that we're finally alone in her apartment, I feel like a ticking time bomb.

"So, what now, Colonel?" She walks back over to where I'm leaning against the doorframe, and I can't help but bask in the way her hips sway when she moves.

"I have a few ideas," I answer her question in a deep voice. "They all start in your bedroom."

"I'm liking the sound of this."

She slips her hand into mine and leads the way down the hall. I reach around her and twist the knob, letting her walk in before me. She takes a few steps in and turns to look back as I follow her in, closing the door behind us.

"It's late," she announces, glancing over her shoulder at the clock on the nightstand. "We could just call it a night."

"We could," I concede with a nod. "But is that really what you want?"

Her eyebrows rise slightly, and she smirks at me. "Do you really have to ask?"

"Come here, Lieutenant," I command, my voice dropping with my sudden need to touch her.

As soon as she's within reach, I grab her wrist and spin her around, pinning her back to the door. She lets out a small cry, and I can't hold back a grin as I fist the fabric of her shirt in my hands before pulling it up and off. I take in the sight of her, her silky blonde hair falling over her shoulders, her luscious breasts spilling out of the thin lace supporting them. The bra is clearly something she chose for presentation rather than function. And I couldn't be more pleased.

Leaning down, I reach up to brush the strap off of one shoulder as I kiss her neck. Her body relaxes against the door as I travel down the column of her throat. She gasps when I nip it with my teeth, but I instantly run my tongue over it to sooth the sting. Her hand goes into my hair, and I move even lower, my hand coming up to cup one of the tender lace-covered swells.

"Roy," she hisses, and the need in her voice drives straight into my groin.

Gently, I tug the flimsy cup down and drop my mouth to her aching peak. I breathe on it first, making her jerk against the door, my hips pressing against hers to keep her steady. I lick next, moving my tongue lightly over puckered nipple. She moans desperately, and her fingers dig into my scalp. Then I suck deeply, scraping my teeth over her porcelain flesh.

As I attack her with my mouth, my hands move over her. One goes to the scrap of lace covering her other breast, pulling it down and rolling her nipple between my fingers. Her hand slides out of my hair, and I hear it hit the door with a bang. My other hand slides around behind her and unhooks the bra entirely. I feel it loosen and move slightly to let it fall away.

I switch to her other breast, repeating my previous exploration and drawing more desperate sounds from her. I slide one hand up her bare back, tangling in her hair. Her hands grab onto my shoulders, and I feel her tremble against me.

"Are you okay, Lieutenant?" I murmur hoarsely, looking up at her.

Her eyes are closed, and she swallows hard.

"I…I'm afraid I might come from this," she chokes out. "You're…"

"Are they that sensitive tonight?"

"Yes," she gasps as I graze her with my teeth again.

"Then we should move to the bed, I think."