Fic - The Sun Who Makes Me Shine

[cornerofmadness]

The Sun Who Makes Me Shine
Author – cornerofmadness
Disclaimer - not mine, all characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa et al, Square Enix and funimition. I don’t make a profit
Rating – NC-17 (but just barely)
Time Line – Pre-series
Pairing – Riza and her hand, one-sided Roy/Riza
Summary – Teenaged Riza has a plan to win her man but, until she can find a way to be more alluring than alchemy, she’ll have to take matters into her own hands
Author’s note – This was written for Riza’s month at fma_fuh_q for the Riza/hand pairing and was also written for fma_ot4’s alphabet challenge F is for….be nice now… fingers Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta. The title is a lyric shout out. Virtual gold star to those who get it.


X X X

Riza was glad to be home in her own bed room, surrounded by her own things. While she loved being at school, having roommates sometimes had many detractors, leaving her inevitably looking forward to returning to her old room, no matter how drafty. Her father had given a couple sen to their nearest neighbor’s ten year old son to come pick her up from the train station in his pony cart.

When she called her hellos to the household and nothing but echoes answered her, Riza knew either Father was out or, more likely, sequestered in his lab. Riza unpacked then padded downstairs to see if she could find anyone. Her father wasn’t in his study so she headed to the lab. The door opened silently under her touch and, while her father wasn’t in sight, his apprentice was. Mustang’s back was to the door as he worked with the impressive array of alchemic glassware, doing who knew what.

Riza smiled softly. If Roy knew that she had taken some discreet photos of him last time and shared them with her classmates, Riza wondered what he’d do. Of course the fact that several of the girls had drooled on the photos and passed invitations to the end of the year dance for her to carry to him would probably please Mustang immensely. Riza didn’t count herself a fool: delivering those perfumed papers would only happen after she got Roy’s promise to go with her first.

Of course, she had to work up her own courage and ask him. At the moment she was content to just relax and watch the teen at work. The tip of his tongue poked out as he measured powders. His expression reminded her of girls putting on mascara. A stray thought about those lips and tongue put hints of roses in her cheeks. Riza knew spying like this was bad but she rationalized it, if she startled him his alchemy might go astray.

Riza needn’t worry about it. Roy tapped in some kind of powder into the flask and a minor explosion left him batting at his bangs, swearing to blister the paint off the walls. Riza ran over, ignoring the stench of burnt hair, wondering if he needed help. His hair frizzled, Roy glared at her as if his mistake were somehow her fault. “Are you all right, Mr. Mustang?”

“Roy, I’ve told you to call me Roy,” he said, obviously in a bad mood. “Yeah, I’ve only set things on fire about five times today but nothing that I meant to ignite.” Roy waved at his bangs and to the black-rimmed glassware.

“Father’s alchemy isn’t…easy,” Riza said, her voice more sour than she meant it to be. Her enthusiasm for alchemy often waned. Sometimes she wondered if her mother’s early grave had been earned by her father’s neglect of his family. The young woman wasn’t a fool. Alchemy did, at times, mean more than anything to her father. So why did a boy so eagerly following in those ironically cold and isolating footsteps make her body burn? She should want nothing to do with him.

Roy grunted at her. “Have you been watching me long?”

Riza couldn’t help the blush illuminating her face. “I just got here in time to see you go up like kindling,” she replied tartly. “I was just seeing if Father was here.”

Roy shook his head, bits of burnt hair fluttering off. “He went into town for some supplies. Want me to make you something to eat? Pay you a few sens to never repeat you saw what I just did.”

Riza laughed. “No, and everyone will know. You’re missing eyebrows.”

“Damn it!” Roy rubbed a hand across his reddened, naked forehead. Even without eyebrows to frame them, his dark almond-shaped eyes still seemed like deep mysterious pools that she could sit beside and stare into for hours.

“But I can be persuaded not to take pictures of you.” She grinned wickedly. Riza might want to ask him to the school dance but she wasn’t above teasing him. After all, he had been a member of the household for a long time now and, while she didn’t get to see him all that often, being away at school, Riza did enjoy sparring verbally with him. Roy, while excitable, could hold his own in their battles of wills.

His eyes narrowed into onyx slits. “Don’t make me paddle you like the brat you’re being.”

Riza hoped it didn’t show on her face how exciting that actually sounded. What would he think if she said she would enjoy the touch of his burn-scarred hands on her buttocks? “I suppose you’d know all about being a brat.” She was proud of just how steady her voice was. “But I can get dinner started. You’re obviously busy.”

Roy shook his head and swung off the uncomfortable-looking metal stool. “If I let you make dinner after the long train ride here, Teacher will have my hide.”

“We both can make dinner,” Riza replied, figuring that was a good compromise. She had no idea if Roy was any good in the kitchen. She, on the other hand, had endless classes on cooking and how to properly set a table so that the setting matched the theme for the evening and hundreds of other useless things for entertaining she would never do. She had only been accepted into the school based on her mother’s family name; given a scholarship to afford it. She would rather have been doing something else, but what else, Riza wasn’t sure. She did enjoy the equestrian studies and target shooting. Mr. Hoyle said she was the best marksmen the school had ever seen.

As it turned out, Roy wasn’t a bad cook. Together they managed to make a fairly succulent duck; Roy knowing just where to trim out all the fat before they started so it wouldn’t get greasy and treating it with spices from the Xing Market he had visited back East. She had handled all the side dishes. She set the table while Roy went to retrieve her father. It took several minutes before they were all seated for the meal. If her father was excited about her visit back home, he showed it poorly, offering up a mere ‘I’m so glad to have you back, daughter,’ before disappearing back into the lab after the meal with Roy in tow, leaving her with the dishes. Roy, at least, had the good graces to look embarrassed by it all.

Dutifully, Riza cleaned up before going back upstairs to her room. Even if she wasn’t too tired now for company, Riza knew there would be no dragging her father away from his studies until he was good and ready to leave them. It would be better if she just got a decent night’s sleep and tried to capture his attention in the morning. Riza drew a hot bath, pleased to have a bathroom all to herself for a few days. She settled into the steaming, fragrant water with one of the romance novels her roommate, Ali, had hooked her on. Riza couldn’t help wish Roy had been just a little bit more like one of the heroes in her books. Yes, he had the dark and handsome down, even if he wasn’t very tall. Exotic, just a hint older than her and arrogant, he fit that romance novel stereotype, too. So shouldn’t he have seen that she hadn’t wanted to be abandoned for some stupid alchemy lab? Wasn’t he supposed to ride to her rescue?

Life was never as simple as books. Young as she was, Riza knew this well. Still, it would have been nice not to spend her first night all alone. Sinking into the warm water, Riza lost herself in the pages of her new book. Try as she might, she couldn’t banish Roy from her mind. Distractedly trying to focus her attention on the romance, Riza’s fingers slid down her sudsy chest to one pink nipple peeking through the foam. She brushed it to attention before giving it a gentle squeeze. Would she ever have the courage to get into a situation with Roy that would lead to touching like this? Not if her father had anything to say about it, she thought bitterly. He had more to protect than his daughter’s virtue.

She gave the book a gentle toss away from the tub’s splash zone before turning her attention to her other breast. Once both breasts were flushed rose and sensitized, Riza let her fingers follow the waves of tingles that lapped down toward southern shores. Slipping under the water, her fingers found her already-aroused clitoris and slowly circled it. She was in no hurry; she had time before anyone would come looking for her, if anyone did.

Sliding down more in the tub, her legs splaying open, Riza wondered what her chances were of getting Roy to touch her like this. Would his fingers ever stroke her intimately? Would he be clumsy and clueless with his burn-pocked hands or had he practiced with townies while she was away at school? Feathering touches over her labia, feeling the water stirring like warm silk over her responsive flesh, Riza knew Roy was intelligent. Soon he would learn the true secrets of fire and then she could ask for more from him than accompaniment to some silly school dance. There would no longer be anything to fear about revealing her secrets to him.

The pink tip of her touch followed the edge of her lips as her fingers picked up speed under the suds. She could imagine his kisses, tinged with spice. He’d smell like saltpeter and sulfur when he held her close but Riza knew she could accept that. A soft sigh bubbled past her lips as she thought about what Roy’s body would feel like against hers.

Thinking on those depthless obsidian eyes, imagining losing herself in them, Riza eased a finger into herself. What would lure that boy away from his chemicals and mildewing tomes? A second finger joined the first as her mind did acrobatic leaps over all the things she could use as bait to ensnare him. She came armed with no practical knowledge but if books hadn’t lead her down the garden path, she had at least a clue or two. Life might not be a story but books weren’t entirely fantasy…she hoped.

As her fingers pumped, the warm water moving around them, coherent thoughts trickled away. Riza gritted her teeth against the guttural cry that wanted to howl free as it knocked against them. Just in case her father had come upstairs, she didn’t want him knowing. There were just some things daughters and fathers were better off pretending didn’t happen.

When her legs stopped that delicious, delicate trembling, Riza levered herself out of tub, scrubbing the towel over sensitized skin. Her nightgown, with its flowers and frills, was a lot like her, caught between girl and woman. Riza pulled her robe tight and went out into the hallway. There were no sounds to indicate anyone was with her on the second floor. She padded downstairs to reassure herself she knew where her men-folk were; no surprise, still safely tucked away in the lab.

Riza went back to her bedroom and huddled up with her book, half buried in comforters. After a few pages, she set it aside because it was making her think of Roy again. Riza made a happy little noise at that, her mind going back to scenarios that involved lots of naked flesh. One day, she told herself. But first she needed to ask him to the dance. Small steps, everything needed small steps lest one fell. She might be scribbling Mrs. Roy Mustang in the margins of her school notes now but one day Riza knew she would truly be important to this boy. She could feel it deep to bone.

Not tired, Riza picked up her book again, flipping through a few more pages. “Maybe I should switch to mysteries.”

Comments

[lyny-angell.livejournal.com]

This is really cute. I love Teenage!Riza. (She reminds me waaay too much of myself at that age) Although I guess lucky that her fantasies came true, lol. Very cute fic and well done!

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

once again, thank you veyr much. This was a fun little thing to write