Fic - Delicate Entanglements
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cornerofmadnessDelicate Entanglements
D M Evans
Disclaimer - not mine, all characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa et al, Square Enix and funimition. I don’t make a profit
Rating - NC-17
Pairing - Riza/Maes (with implied Roy/Riza, Maes/Gracia and Roy/Maes)
Summary - Taking the next step in the relationship is more frightening and delicate than any of them realized.
Time Line - Post Ishbal by a few scant months, manga based
Author’s Note #1- This was written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fma_fuh_q's Riza challenge. It’s also an ancillary story to mine (and mjules) series Uncharted but it’s entirely stand alone. There is no need to read those, all you need to know is up in the pairings. This is the beginning of a polyamorous relationship. If you think you might like to read the series by all means please enjoy. In order they’re
Ashes and Flame by me; More than Alive by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mjules; Between Light and Shadow by me and Another day in Limbo by mjules and you can find them here. The Uncharted Series
Author’s Note #2 - Thanks toevil_little_dog and mjules for the beta
“Are you sure about this?” Roy asked as Riza dropped off some more files on his desk.
Her warm brown eyes met his. “I’m nervous,” she admitted, that emotion reflecting in her voice.
“You don’t have to, Riza. No one is expecting you to do this,” Roy said very quickly, his face flushed.
She put up a hand to hush him. Not only were they at work - which was very much not a place for this - she was afraid he would be able to talk her out of it. “I want to. I know what I’m getting into.” The unspoken ‘I hope’ hung like a ghost between them.
He smiled softly and volumes of unvoiced emotion resonated in that gentle gesture. She returned the smile and headed out. Riza tried to put it out of her mind just a little as she finished work and made the short walk to her temporary housing. Soon enough, she and Roy would be sent East to their new assignment. She didn’t know exactly what the transfer meant for them. It might mean what they were going to do tonight was pointless; that they might just drift apart from Maes and Gracia.
Riza hated that idea. As she unlocked the door to her small apartment, Riza thought about how important Maes was to Roy. She had become very fond of him herself, which was the only reason she had agreed to this. Drawing a warm bath, Riza thought about this little plan. No one would understand it, would they? How had she been so drawn into this web of love? And she knew that’s what it was. It went beyond mere lust. She let her clothes slid to the floor.
Riza slid into the steaming, scented water. The bottom of the old tub was chipped and rough but tonight she paid it no mind. She needed the soul-warming comfort of a bath over the utilitarianism of a shower. Riza needed time to think. She loved Roy deeply. Maes loved Gracia. Roy and Maes loved each other. It sounded so simple and yet it was amazingly complex. Riza wasn’t sure where she and Gracia stood but they both had come to accept their mens’ feelings and allowed that love to grow. It might even have been her or Gracia who first suggested that they all belonged together as a unit.
Riza poured some water along her neck, letting it dribble from her fingers and wend down between her breasts. What would her father think if he knew what she was doing? That she was considering a threesome down the road if not a foursome? Would her father see this as natural? Things being natural had been important to her father, appealed to the alchemist in him even though she wasn’t sure she saw alchemy as a hundred percent natural. It frightened her just a little.
So did what she was thinking of now. Riza sank down deep in the tub, letting the hot water soothe her. Maes was a smart, relatively attractive young man. She wasn’t sure she would have been attracted to him if not for Roy. Maes was so different from her lover; loud, enthusiastic, congenial. How would he differ in bed? Would he have Roy’s quiet smoldering intensity or would he be like the big, friendly, slobbering dog Maes always reminded her of? She knew if she couldn’t go through with it, at least Maes would be the type who would let her walk away, wouldn’t get infuriated over it and try to force her. Riza was grateful for that peace of mind.
XXX
She and Maes had talked about where their tryst should happen and decided that if this didn’t work and they had met at either of their places it might be terribly awkward later. There seemed to be something a little cheap about meeting at a hotel, so to offset that, they chose one of the pricier ones to make the rendevous seem less tawdry.
As she entered the restaurant, another out of the way place where they were unlikely to run into anyone they knew who might gossip, Riza wondered what Roy and Gracia were doing. Either trying not to think about what their partners were doing or thinking too much about it.
Her eyebrows climbed when Riza saw Maes. She hadn’t seen him all that often out of uniform. In his taste in attire, he was utterly unlike Roy as well. Roy tended to stick with dark colors that intensified his saturnine deepness. Under his overcoat, Maes was wearing a purple jacket and trousers and a shirt of deep blue with bright purple flowers. For someone who was going into investigations, he surely didn’t know how to not attract attention. Then again maybe all anyone would remember were the clothes and not the face, that long boxy face. She preferred the delicate planes of Roy’s face but she could see how Maes’ looks would appeal to some.
Dinner was highly unremarkable fare. Riza couldn’t even remember what they talked about; a little about the war, her worries going East and Maes’ speculation on things he had heard about life in the East. She was more convinced Roy was being dumped some place where he was no longer a threat. The one thing they didn’t talk about was what they were thinking about doing tonight. She was grateful to leave the bland food behind and head to the hotel.
In walking there, Riza didn’t feel bad for doing this or even that nervous. She was fairly sure that this was the right thing to do. That certainty faded as soon as Maes locked the hotel room door behind them. She glanced back over her shoulder at him and she thought he looked as nervous as she felt. That was oddly reassuring.
Maes reached into the voluminous pocket of his overcoat. “I...uh, brought some wine. Would you like some?”
She nodded, her mouth going dry. Riza absently wiped her sweating palms on her skirt and found the glasses near the water pitcher, resting on the dresser next to the radio. They might not be wine glasses but they would do. She turned the radio on softly, listening to the symphonic music for a moment as she steadied her nerves.
Maes had a corkscrew in his pocket, too. He splashed the pale amber liquid into the glasses. “It’s a little on the sweet side. I hope you like it. I’m not sure what you like.” He was talking too quickly, belying his own nerves.
There was no place in the room to roost other than the bed so ready or not that was her only option. Sitting on the mattress with its bright blue, purple and green flowered cover, Riza sucked in her bottom lip. “I think that’s sort of a problem.” She hated that she was even thinking about what could probably be wrong with what they were going to do. “We don’t know each other as well as we should.”
Maes sat next to Riza, handing her a glass of wine before stroking her arm. “Riza, we don’t have to do anything if you don’t feel right about it.”
Sipping her wine, Riza was grateful for that out. “How do you feel about it, Maes?”
“I’m nervous,” he admitted without hesitation. He knocked back some of his wine. “I like you a lot. You’re a very special woman and I know just how much Roy loves you. He’s so passionate about you.”
Riza allowed a wide smile. “He seems to be that over you as well.”
“I think in a lot of ways this is different for me. Guys are a little more...casual sometimes.” Maes shrugged helplessly. He pushed up his glasses.
Riza snorted at that confession. “That supports a long time theory I’ve had about men.” She considered his long face, trying to read his emotions. “I’m not sure this is easy or casual for you, either.”
His hand smoothed over her short hair. “It’s not. Because I respect you, I don’t want you disappointed in me or worse, if this doesn’t work, resenting Roy.
She leaned against Maes. “I wouldn’t and you’re sweet to think of it.”
Maes gently tipped her chin up and kissed her softly. The kiss felt hesitant, experimental but nice. Riza broke away, smiling at him as she set the wine glass aside on the slightly scratched night stand. Maes did likewise. Riza ran a hand along the line of his jaw, feeling his rough, short beard. She never cared much for facial hair but she had to admit it was a different sensation against her skin. Maes wasn’t as handsome as Roy; no that wasn’t true. Maes was handsome, just in a completely different way. He might not have exotic almond eyes that could burn holes with their intensity but still he was attractive.
Riza kissed Maes, feeling every bit as hesitant as he had been during their first kiss. He intensified the kiss and her mouth yielded to him. Maes’ strong arms went around her, gathering her close to him. Almost in spite of her self - blatantly flaunting her hesitating fears - her body began to react to him. Nipples pressed against the soft insides of her bra and, between her legs, her flesh felt heavy and tingling. Once he had committed himself to it, Maes was an amazing kisser. They broke for air briefly and Maes nuzzled her neck. Riza’s flesh felt fire-hot as the scratchy beard passed over it, sensitizing it. She explored the broad planes of his back.
“Smell good,” he murmured in her ear.
Riza laughed softly against him at that then found his mouth again, tongues rose and fenced as his big hand moved further down her back, not pausing when he hit her bra strap. His hand skimmed over it and stopped only when it came into contact with the little gun she had tucked into the small of her back.
Maes pulled away in shock. “Whoa, guess I’m lucky you like me.”
Riza flushed. “Sorry, force of habit. Besides.” She leaned forward, reaching around him. “Not like you don’t have your knives.” She tapped his belt where he had them hidden.
Maes chuckled ruefully. “What the hell did that place do to us?”
The word ‘Ishbal’ wasn’t uttered. It wasn’t needed. “Not much good,” she said, not wanting to think about it as she pulled the weapon out and set it on the night stand. Maes slipped off his belt with its hidden blades and put it there as well.
Maes caught her again, pulling her into his lap. She slipped his glasses off as his mouth descended on hers, tossing them onto the pillow. Maes’ hand slowly slid up her leg then under her skirt. He paused, his fingers resting on her garters as he leaned back slightly, squinting near-sightedly at her as if looking for permission to continue. She smiled at him, drawing his head nearer, giving her encouragement with a warm kiss. Riza sighed into his mouth as Maes’ fingers brushed against her panties. He rubbed her gently.
“So wet,” he murmured as she rocked against his hand.
Riza could feel his erection against her thigh. This would be the time to change her mind if she was going to. As his fingers snaked under her panties and curled against her hot, wet flesh, Riza knew she didn’t want to stop. She wanted to see his erection, to feel it, taste it. Riza stiffened with a moan as he thumbed her clit.
Maes’ hand moved out from under her skirts and trailed wetly up her belly, taking her shirt up. Riza stopped him. He looked at her questioningly. Riza took a deep breath in. Somehow she hadn’t thought far enough ahead. It might have been smart to just suggest that she leave on her clothes but that would seem strange. She just wasn’t sure what would happen when Maes saw her ruined tattoo. She should have said something before this to prepare him. Was she ready for any man outside of Roy to see it?
“Are you sure about this, Riza? You seem...like maybe you’re having second thoughts,” Maes said worriedly, his flushed face filled with concern.
Riza reached down, rolling her hand over his belly. “I’m ready. The...well, you’ll see why I’m a little apprehensive.” She unbuttoned her blouse, letting it slip off her shoulders.
Maes made an appreciative noise as he eyed her breasts, his worries driven out of his mind by the sight before him apparently. He fumbled with her bra and got it off. His mouth dipped to a nipple, kissing first then engulfing, sucking, licking. Riza arched into his touch. A moan rippled out of her throat as she moved against him. She buried her fingers in his hair as his lips worked against her. One hand slid back under her skirt, toying with her.
Riza’s muscles clenched as he slowly eased a finger into her. She heard herself muttering his name as she wondered how he knew just how to touch her. Had he and Roy discussed it or was it natural talent? The finger withdrew, leaving her mewling writhing, trying to get relief. She had been so close. Maes moved her off his lap and onto the bed.
He stood up and took off his shirt. Riza watched as she mechanically removed her waistband holster and undid the zipper on her skirt. She fished his glasses off the bed and set them carefully on the night stand then her eyes traveled over the planes of his chest, broader than Roy’s. She wanted to touch it, stroke his pale flesh so she got up, her skirt puddling at her feet. Standing in her slip, garters and panties, Riza ran a hand over his chest. Maes folded his arms over her, pulling her close. She unzipped him, stroking the hot, hard flesh that rose up to greet her. Maes tucked his chin over her shoulder as he hugged her. She felt his arms stiffen and he backed away, his eyes wide.
“Riza...this tattoo...is this why you were hesitant?” he whispered.
Riza crossed her arms in front of her breasts. Did he find her freakish? “Yes.”
Maes slowly spun her around and Riza shuddered as his fingers traced the colorful ink on her back, ink threaded through the large red fresh scars, terrible twists of angry flesh where the most important parts of the journal of skin had been burned away. The array was nothing without the knowledge that went into making it work. All anyone needed to do would be to steal Roy’s gloves to get the array but without the knowledge in his head they would be just rough sparking gloves.
“Did Roy do this to you?” Maes uttered in something akin to horror.
“No, my father...I don’t want to talk about it, Maes, not how it came to be or how it got destroyed. It will ruin the mood,” she said hurriedly, meaning every word of it. She looked at him over her shoulder. “Unless it’s already too late for that.”
His answer was the press of his lips against her skin, right over the salamander, the mark of the man who had brought them together. Maes maneuvered her slip down and unfastened the garters from her hose in the back. She did the honors in the front. Maes stood and scooped her up, gently lying her on the bed. Maes had kicked off his shoes, boxers and trousers leaving his socks, looking silly hugging his strong calves. He slid one of her silk stockings off, kissing his way down her leg as he did so then repeated the ritual with the other one.
Snaking up between her legs, Maes placed a kiss on her damp panties as he tried to yank off his socks. Riza buried her fingers in his hair again. It was coarser than Roy’s but thick. It felt nice. He kissed his way over her navel until he could mouth her pert nipples again. Riza’s strong fingers dug into his shoulders. “Need you now,” she murmured.
Maes sat back with a ‘you sure?’ look on his face. Riza nodded and he got off the bed, hunting down his trousers and the wallet within. While he fished out a prophylactic, Riza wriggled out of her panties. She brushed her fingers over her swollen flesh. Needing him was bare honest truth. She longed to be touched and when he rejoined her on the bed, her hand wrapped around his thick cock, skimming over it then down to cup his testicles. As her fingers lightly massaged him, Maes moaned. His thumb circled over her clit again and again until Riza’s hips were shifting all over the ugly bedding.
“Please, now,” she begged.
So primed by his hands and her desire, Riza felt the first waves of an orgasm ripple through her body as Maes entered her, nearly frictionless, her dew slicking the way. Moaning against his shoulder, her hips came up to meet his thrusts. Mouths met and danced, hips crashed, hands groped and held on tight. There was something hot, animalistic, almost desperate to the act, as if their fears of ‘is this right?’ lent fire to the coupling. Feeling her muscles fluttering around him, Riza rode the wave of her orgasm noisily. Maes was no quieter when he finally spilled. Riza held him inside her, afterwards, sprinkling kisses over his cheeks and mouth before letting him go.
Rolling onto the bed, Maes stripped off the condom and tossed it into the garbage by the bed side, then lay back on the bedding, panting, sweat trickling down his sides. He chuckled softly, running a hand over her slick arm. “That was fun.”
Riza smiled, loving the way he could so easily laugh and smile. That was yet another way he was so different from Roy. It hit her then that during the most important part of the night she hadn’t once thought to compare him to Roy and maybe that was a good thing. They were two different men, beautiful in their own ways. There was no comparison. She loved Roy and Maes...she had already found a special place for him as well in her heart. “It was wonderful,” she countered.
Maes sobered, looking at her with squinty near-sighted eyes as his hand played with her hair. “It was, wasn’t it? This wasn’t a mistake.”
She shook her head. “Not a mistake at all.” Riza rested her head on his chest, thinking she saw glowing in his eyes, the same thought percolating behind hers. Their lovers were very lucky to have them. Maes continued to play with her hair lazily and Riza drifted off, nestled against him.
X X X
Riza had been nervous about seeing Roy again. It hadn’t helped when she got into the office and Havoc told her the colonel had been called up to General’s Munson’s office for a meeting. It had lasted all day and she had gone home without seeing him. Was he really in the meeting? Was Roy avoiding her because of what she had done with Maes? He had agreed to it, of course, but what if he changed his mind?
When he finally arrived at her house, hat pulled down tight over his head and his jacket collar turned up - pretty much saying ‘I’m up to no good’ - Roy had flowers in hand and a broad smile on his face. Returning that look of love, Riza knew everything was not only all right but it had evolved into something much bigger than just them. It was an exciting new world for them all.
“Are you all right?” Roy asked softly. Behind the concern was a hint of excitement and she suspected he had already heard Maes’ side of it.
“Perfect,” she replied, taking the flowers. She kissed him softly. “It’s perfect.”
D M Evans
Disclaimer - not mine, all characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa et al, Square Enix and funimition. I don’t make a profit
Rating - NC-17
Pairing - Riza/Maes (with implied Roy/Riza, Maes/Gracia and Roy/Maes)
Summary - Taking the next step in the relationship is more frightening and delicate than any of them realized.
Time Line - Post Ishbal by a few scant months, manga based
Author’s Note #1- This was written for the
fma_fuh_q's Riza challenge. It’s also an ancillary story to mine (and mjules) series Uncharted but it’s entirely stand alone. There is no need to read those, all you need to know is up in the pairings. This is the beginning of a polyamorous relationship. If you think you might like to read the series by all means please enjoy. In order they’reAshes and Flame by me; More than Alive by
mjules; Between Light and Shadow by me and Another day in Limbo by mjules and you can find them here. The Uncharted SeriesAuthor’s Note #2 - Thanks to
evil_little_dog and mjules for the beta“Are you sure about this?” Roy asked as Riza dropped off some more files on his desk.
Her warm brown eyes met his. “I’m nervous,” she admitted, that emotion reflecting in her voice.
“You don’t have to, Riza. No one is expecting you to do this,” Roy said very quickly, his face flushed.
She put up a hand to hush him. Not only were they at work - which was very much not a place for this - she was afraid he would be able to talk her out of it. “I want to. I know what I’m getting into.” The unspoken ‘I hope’ hung like a ghost between them.
He smiled softly and volumes of unvoiced emotion resonated in that gentle gesture. She returned the smile and headed out. Riza tried to put it out of her mind just a little as she finished work and made the short walk to her temporary housing. Soon enough, she and Roy would be sent East to their new assignment. She didn’t know exactly what the transfer meant for them. It might mean what they were going to do tonight was pointless; that they might just drift apart from Maes and Gracia.
Riza hated that idea. As she unlocked the door to her small apartment, Riza thought about how important Maes was to Roy. She had become very fond of him herself, which was the only reason she had agreed to this. Drawing a warm bath, Riza thought about this little plan. No one would understand it, would they? How had she been so drawn into this web of love? And she knew that’s what it was. It went beyond mere lust. She let her clothes slid to the floor.
Riza slid into the steaming, scented water. The bottom of the old tub was chipped and rough but tonight she paid it no mind. She needed the soul-warming comfort of a bath over the utilitarianism of a shower. Riza needed time to think. She loved Roy deeply. Maes loved Gracia. Roy and Maes loved each other. It sounded so simple and yet it was amazingly complex. Riza wasn’t sure where she and Gracia stood but they both had come to accept their mens’ feelings and allowed that love to grow. It might even have been her or Gracia who first suggested that they all belonged together as a unit.
Riza poured some water along her neck, letting it dribble from her fingers and wend down between her breasts. What would her father think if he knew what she was doing? That she was considering a threesome down the road if not a foursome? Would her father see this as natural? Things being natural had been important to her father, appealed to the alchemist in him even though she wasn’t sure she saw alchemy as a hundred percent natural. It frightened her just a little.
So did what she was thinking of now. Riza sank down deep in the tub, letting the hot water soothe her. Maes was a smart, relatively attractive young man. She wasn’t sure she would have been attracted to him if not for Roy. Maes was so different from her lover; loud, enthusiastic, congenial. How would he differ in bed? Would he have Roy’s quiet smoldering intensity or would he be like the big, friendly, slobbering dog Maes always reminded her of? She knew if she couldn’t go through with it, at least Maes would be the type who would let her walk away, wouldn’t get infuriated over it and try to force her. Riza was grateful for that peace of mind.
XXX
She and Maes had talked about where their tryst should happen and decided that if this didn’t work and they had met at either of their places it might be terribly awkward later. There seemed to be something a little cheap about meeting at a hotel, so to offset that, they chose one of the pricier ones to make the rendevous seem less tawdry.
As she entered the restaurant, another out of the way place where they were unlikely to run into anyone they knew who might gossip, Riza wondered what Roy and Gracia were doing. Either trying not to think about what their partners were doing or thinking too much about it.
Her eyebrows climbed when Riza saw Maes. She hadn’t seen him all that often out of uniform. In his taste in attire, he was utterly unlike Roy as well. Roy tended to stick with dark colors that intensified his saturnine deepness. Under his overcoat, Maes was wearing a purple jacket and trousers and a shirt of deep blue with bright purple flowers. For someone who was going into investigations, he surely didn’t know how to not attract attention. Then again maybe all anyone would remember were the clothes and not the face, that long boxy face. She preferred the delicate planes of Roy’s face but she could see how Maes’ looks would appeal to some.
Dinner was highly unremarkable fare. Riza couldn’t even remember what they talked about; a little about the war, her worries going East and Maes’ speculation on things he had heard about life in the East. She was more convinced Roy was being dumped some place where he was no longer a threat. The one thing they didn’t talk about was what they were thinking about doing tonight. She was grateful to leave the bland food behind and head to the hotel.
In walking there, Riza didn’t feel bad for doing this or even that nervous. She was fairly sure that this was the right thing to do. That certainty faded as soon as Maes locked the hotel room door behind them. She glanced back over her shoulder at him and she thought he looked as nervous as she felt. That was oddly reassuring.
Maes reached into the voluminous pocket of his overcoat. “I...uh, brought some wine. Would you like some?”
She nodded, her mouth going dry. Riza absently wiped her sweating palms on her skirt and found the glasses near the water pitcher, resting on the dresser next to the radio. They might not be wine glasses but they would do. She turned the radio on softly, listening to the symphonic music for a moment as she steadied her nerves.
Maes had a corkscrew in his pocket, too. He splashed the pale amber liquid into the glasses. “It’s a little on the sweet side. I hope you like it. I’m not sure what you like.” He was talking too quickly, belying his own nerves.
There was no place in the room to roost other than the bed so ready or not that was her only option. Sitting on the mattress with its bright blue, purple and green flowered cover, Riza sucked in her bottom lip. “I think that’s sort of a problem.” She hated that she was even thinking about what could probably be wrong with what they were going to do. “We don’t know each other as well as we should.”
Maes sat next to Riza, handing her a glass of wine before stroking her arm. “Riza, we don’t have to do anything if you don’t feel right about it.”
Sipping her wine, Riza was grateful for that out. “How do you feel about it, Maes?”
“I’m nervous,” he admitted without hesitation. He knocked back some of his wine. “I like you a lot. You’re a very special woman and I know just how much Roy loves you. He’s so passionate about you.”
Riza allowed a wide smile. “He seems to be that over you as well.”
“I think in a lot of ways this is different for me. Guys are a little more...casual sometimes.” Maes shrugged helplessly. He pushed up his glasses.
Riza snorted at that confession. “That supports a long time theory I’ve had about men.” She considered his long face, trying to read his emotions. “I’m not sure this is easy or casual for you, either.”
His hand smoothed over her short hair. “It’s not. Because I respect you, I don’t want you disappointed in me or worse, if this doesn’t work, resenting Roy.
She leaned against Maes. “I wouldn’t and you’re sweet to think of it.”
Maes gently tipped her chin up and kissed her softly. The kiss felt hesitant, experimental but nice. Riza broke away, smiling at him as she set the wine glass aside on the slightly scratched night stand. Maes did likewise. Riza ran a hand along the line of his jaw, feeling his rough, short beard. She never cared much for facial hair but she had to admit it was a different sensation against her skin. Maes wasn’t as handsome as Roy; no that wasn’t true. Maes was handsome, just in a completely different way. He might not have exotic almond eyes that could burn holes with their intensity but still he was attractive.
Riza kissed Maes, feeling every bit as hesitant as he had been during their first kiss. He intensified the kiss and her mouth yielded to him. Maes’ strong arms went around her, gathering her close to him. Almost in spite of her self - blatantly flaunting her hesitating fears - her body began to react to him. Nipples pressed against the soft insides of her bra and, between her legs, her flesh felt heavy and tingling. Once he had committed himself to it, Maes was an amazing kisser. They broke for air briefly and Maes nuzzled her neck. Riza’s flesh felt fire-hot as the scratchy beard passed over it, sensitizing it. She explored the broad planes of his back.
“Smell good,” he murmured in her ear.
Riza laughed softly against him at that then found his mouth again, tongues rose and fenced as his big hand moved further down her back, not pausing when he hit her bra strap. His hand skimmed over it and stopped only when it came into contact with the little gun she had tucked into the small of her back.
Maes pulled away in shock. “Whoa, guess I’m lucky you like me.”
Riza flushed. “Sorry, force of habit. Besides.” She leaned forward, reaching around him. “Not like you don’t have your knives.” She tapped his belt where he had them hidden.
Maes chuckled ruefully. “What the hell did that place do to us?”
The word ‘Ishbal’ wasn’t uttered. It wasn’t needed. “Not much good,” she said, not wanting to think about it as she pulled the weapon out and set it on the night stand. Maes slipped off his belt with its hidden blades and put it there as well.
Maes caught her again, pulling her into his lap. She slipped his glasses off as his mouth descended on hers, tossing them onto the pillow. Maes’ hand slowly slid up her leg then under her skirt. He paused, his fingers resting on her garters as he leaned back slightly, squinting near-sightedly at her as if looking for permission to continue. She smiled at him, drawing his head nearer, giving her encouragement with a warm kiss. Riza sighed into his mouth as Maes’ fingers brushed against her panties. He rubbed her gently.
“So wet,” he murmured as she rocked against his hand.
Riza could feel his erection against her thigh. This would be the time to change her mind if she was going to. As his fingers snaked under her panties and curled against her hot, wet flesh, Riza knew she didn’t want to stop. She wanted to see his erection, to feel it, taste it. Riza stiffened with a moan as he thumbed her clit.
Maes’ hand moved out from under her skirts and trailed wetly up her belly, taking her shirt up. Riza stopped him. He looked at her questioningly. Riza took a deep breath in. Somehow she hadn’t thought far enough ahead. It might have been smart to just suggest that she leave on her clothes but that would seem strange. She just wasn’t sure what would happen when Maes saw her ruined tattoo. She should have said something before this to prepare him. Was she ready for any man outside of Roy to see it?
“Are you sure about this, Riza? You seem...like maybe you’re having second thoughts,” Maes said worriedly, his flushed face filled with concern.
Riza reached down, rolling her hand over his belly. “I’m ready. The...well, you’ll see why I’m a little apprehensive.” She unbuttoned her blouse, letting it slip off her shoulders.
Maes made an appreciative noise as he eyed her breasts, his worries driven out of his mind by the sight before him apparently. He fumbled with her bra and got it off. His mouth dipped to a nipple, kissing first then engulfing, sucking, licking. Riza arched into his touch. A moan rippled out of her throat as she moved against him. She buried her fingers in his hair as his lips worked against her. One hand slid back under her skirt, toying with her.
Riza’s muscles clenched as he slowly eased a finger into her. She heard herself muttering his name as she wondered how he knew just how to touch her. Had he and Roy discussed it or was it natural talent? The finger withdrew, leaving her mewling writhing, trying to get relief. She had been so close. Maes moved her off his lap and onto the bed.
He stood up and took off his shirt. Riza watched as she mechanically removed her waistband holster and undid the zipper on her skirt. She fished his glasses off the bed and set them carefully on the night stand then her eyes traveled over the planes of his chest, broader than Roy’s. She wanted to touch it, stroke his pale flesh so she got up, her skirt puddling at her feet. Standing in her slip, garters and panties, Riza ran a hand over his chest. Maes folded his arms over her, pulling her close. She unzipped him, stroking the hot, hard flesh that rose up to greet her. Maes tucked his chin over her shoulder as he hugged her. She felt his arms stiffen and he backed away, his eyes wide.
“Riza...this tattoo...is this why you were hesitant?” he whispered.
Riza crossed her arms in front of her breasts. Did he find her freakish? “Yes.”
Maes slowly spun her around and Riza shuddered as his fingers traced the colorful ink on her back, ink threaded through the large red fresh scars, terrible twists of angry flesh where the most important parts of the journal of skin had been burned away. The array was nothing without the knowledge that went into making it work. All anyone needed to do would be to steal Roy’s gloves to get the array but without the knowledge in his head they would be just rough sparking gloves.
“Did Roy do this to you?” Maes uttered in something akin to horror.
“No, my father...I don’t want to talk about it, Maes, not how it came to be or how it got destroyed. It will ruin the mood,” she said hurriedly, meaning every word of it. She looked at him over her shoulder. “Unless it’s already too late for that.”
His answer was the press of his lips against her skin, right over the salamander, the mark of the man who had brought them together. Maes maneuvered her slip down and unfastened the garters from her hose in the back. She did the honors in the front. Maes stood and scooped her up, gently lying her on the bed. Maes had kicked off his shoes, boxers and trousers leaving his socks, looking silly hugging his strong calves. He slid one of her silk stockings off, kissing his way down her leg as he did so then repeated the ritual with the other one.
Snaking up between her legs, Maes placed a kiss on her damp panties as he tried to yank off his socks. Riza buried her fingers in his hair again. It was coarser than Roy’s but thick. It felt nice. He kissed his way over her navel until he could mouth her pert nipples again. Riza’s strong fingers dug into his shoulders. “Need you now,” she murmured.
Maes sat back with a ‘you sure?’ look on his face. Riza nodded and he got off the bed, hunting down his trousers and the wallet within. While he fished out a prophylactic, Riza wriggled out of her panties. She brushed her fingers over her swollen flesh. Needing him was bare honest truth. She longed to be touched and when he rejoined her on the bed, her hand wrapped around his thick cock, skimming over it then down to cup his testicles. As her fingers lightly massaged him, Maes moaned. His thumb circled over her clit again and again until Riza’s hips were shifting all over the ugly bedding.
“Please, now,” she begged.
So primed by his hands and her desire, Riza felt the first waves of an orgasm ripple through her body as Maes entered her, nearly frictionless, her dew slicking the way. Moaning against his shoulder, her hips came up to meet his thrusts. Mouths met and danced, hips crashed, hands groped and held on tight. There was something hot, animalistic, almost desperate to the act, as if their fears of ‘is this right?’ lent fire to the coupling. Feeling her muscles fluttering around him, Riza rode the wave of her orgasm noisily. Maes was no quieter when he finally spilled. Riza held him inside her, afterwards, sprinkling kisses over his cheeks and mouth before letting him go.
Rolling onto the bed, Maes stripped off the condom and tossed it into the garbage by the bed side, then lay back on the bedding, panting, sweat trickling down his sides. He chuckled softly, running a hand over her slick arm. “That was fun.”
Riza smiled, loving the way he could so easily laugh and smile. That was yet another way he was so different from Roy. It hit her then that during the most important part of the night she hadn’t once thought to compare him to Roy and maybe that was a good thing. They were two different men, beautiful in their own ways. There was no comparison. She loved Roy and Maes...she had already found a special place for him as well in her heart. “It was wonderful,” she countered.
Maes sobered, looking at her with squinty near-sighted eyes as his hand played with her hair. “It was, wasn’t it? This wasn’t a mistake.”
She shook her head. “Not a mistake at all.” Riza rested her head on his chest, thinking she saw glowing in his eyes, the same thought percolating behind hers. Their lovers were very lucky to have them. Maes continued to play with her hair lazily and Riza drifted off, nestled against him.
X X X
Riza had been nervous about seeing Roy again. It hadn’t helped when she got into the office and Havoc told her the colonel had been called up to General’s Munson’s office for a meeting. It had lasted all day and she had gone home without seeing him. Was he really in the meeting? Was Roy avoiding her because of what she had done with Maes? He had agreed to it, of course, but what if he changed his mind?
When he finally arrived at her house, hat pulled down tight over his head and his jacket collar turned up - pretty much saying ‘I’m up to no good’ - Roy had flowers in hand and a broad smile on his face. Returning that look of love, Riza knew everything was not only all right but it had evolved into something much bigger than just them. It was an exciting new world for them all.
“Are you all right?” Roy asked softly. Behind the concern was a hint of excitement and she suspected he had already heard Maes’ side of it.
“Perfect,” she replied, taking the flowers. She kissed him softly. “It’s perfect.”
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Date: 2006-11-28 04:30 am (UTC)....*eyes go wide as she'll end up dreaming of that exact scene all night.*
So I thank you, for making my night, making my year, and ....am at a loss for words. (No small feat.)
*floats off humming happily*
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