Fic - Winter Thaw

[cornerofmadness]

My apologies, this is one day late. I'm visiting relatives for the holiday and was nowhere near a computer yesterday.

Winter Thaw
Author – cornerofmadness
Disclaimer – not mine, all rights belong to Arakawa
Pairing –Olivia/Roy
Rating – NC-17
Timeline – set during the alluded to training session in Briggs that happened before the main story, manga based
Summary – Roy isn’t about to let Olivia push him around
Author’s Note – written for the fall edition of springkink to the prompt of Fullmetal Alchemist, Olivia Armstrong/Roy Mustang: grudge!sex--"Was there something you wanted to say to me?" Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta


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“Was there something you wanted to say to me?”

Forced back a few steps as Olivia Armstrong towered over him, Roy had to admit she was an intimidating, yet alluring, woman. Of course he couldn’t let her know that. He buffed his nails on the thick fur of his jacket. “I said you’re being a little harsh on us. Sometimes people respond better to a little kindness.”

For a moment he thought she was going to reach for her signature sword. Instead, she poked him with a finger and managed to make it feel like she had hit him with the flat of her blade. “I don’t interfere with your command, Mustang, and you will not interfere with mine.”

Roy put up his hands. “Fair enough. Your brother’s right. You’re hard.”

“My brother is soft,” she countered, a hint of disgust hiding in her blue eyes, eyes that would never be called limpid and beautiful by even the most besotted of poets. They were the ice blue of Briggs.

“I can see where you would think that but you shouldn’t mistake kindness for weakness,” Roy replied, wondering if this was how he was going to die. He prepared to take a step back if need be.

Olivia just scowled at him. “You have maneuvers at dawn tomorrow and don’t whine about it being dark and cold.”

“All things considered, I prefer Briggs to Ishbal. You can only get so naked to cool off. At least here, I have my fire.” Roy grinned.

She shuddered. “I didn’t need that image in my head, Mustang.”

He just favored her with his best smarmy smile. The look she shot him promised he had signed his death warrant.

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Roy knew Olivia carried grudges but this was getting ridiculous. She had worked his team mercilessly in their winter maneuvers, no doubt hoping a grudge over him challenging her style, and finally sent him on a solo mission to the Drachma border. His thighs ached from snowshoeing and Roy was pretty sure his gonads had frozen and snapped off somewhere during his return hike.

As he tromped toward Olivia’s quarters to feed her a piece of his mind, Roy muttered curses in two living languages and one dead as toes and fingers came painfully alive again. He was mincing embarrassingly by the time he got in the vicinity of her quarters so Roy waited, puffing on his digits and stomping his feet. He wasn’t about to let Olivia see him suffer. He had pride and grudges of his own to nourish.

Finally, he thundered knocks over her door. He wondered idly from time to time if Olivia let her hair down so to speak in the privacy of her own room. Now he had his answer; no. Every crease of her uniform was regulation still, even though he knew she had been off duty for hours.

Her icy eyes hooded. “What do you want?”

“Can I come in? I want to talk to you,” he said, managing to keep his voice pleasant in spite of his mood.

To his surprise, she actually stepped back to let him in. Olivia shut the door, tossing the lock, probably to slow him down when she started killing him. “What is it, Mustang? I was about to turn in.”

“You can end your grudge war now. I give up. You’ve made your point,” Roy said. So much for giving her a piece of his mind. This woman scared him in both good and really bad ways.

“And here I thought you were going to fight me tonight.” Her smile was predatory. “Should have known you’d cave.”

“I’m not caving. If it was just me, I’d never cave. Send me on all the pointless, freezing ass assignments you want and I’d endure but I have to think of my men. I don’t want them to go through whatever little vendetta you have running against me.”

“How noble of you.” Olivia stabbed a finger into his chest again “For your information, I work everyone this hard and if your sissy ass can’t handle it, maybe you ought to just go home and take lessons on being an enormous crybaby like my brother.”

Roy curled a lip at her. “I can handle it just fine so you can get it out of your head that I’m going to quit.” His verbal fire forged her expression into a hard mask housing dual frigid sapphires. She was very pretty, the suddenness of that thought shocking him, but somehow he didn’t think that would be taken as a compliment no matter how he said it. All of Olivia’s girlish charms had gone to Alex Louis.

She stepped closer, trying to intimidate him. “Is there something you have left to say, Mustang?”

Roy didn’t know what possessed him; maybe a desire to touch danger and get his fingers burned. He grabbed her lapels, using them to lever himself up so he could seal his lips over hers. He felt her stiffen but he slipped his tongue just between her lips, tracing their warm, moist contours.

Olivia pushed him back. “What the hell was that?”

“A kiss?” The querulous tone did nothing to hide his fear that he was about to die violently and the remaining chunks of him tossed out to the next passing bear.

“You call that a kiss? Kiss a woman like you mean it, Mustang,” she said and before he could protest no one had ever complained before, Olivia yanked him against her, her mouth devouring his. He let her take over, rather afraid not to. Besides, letting her dominate him was fun in ways he hadn’t anticipated. Her tongue warred with his, her arms nearly holding him off the ground.

Olivia nipped his chin. “Do I feel something little poking me, Mustang?”

He blushed. “He’s hiding behind fourteen layers of clothing, so not so little,” Roy huffed.

“Prove it.” She pushed him down to his knees, stronger than he was anticipating. Roy just grinned. This was hot and her floors had Olivia’s one concession to the luxury her family could afford. The rugs were thick, soft and warm.

His fingers, still chilled, fumbled with her belt. A few quick tugs and he had it opened and her zipper down. He pressed his lips to the warm flesh of her belly just above her military-issued panties. Truth be told he had been expecting a few layers of long johns rather than men’s boxers. He let the heavy blue wool slither down off her strong muscular thighs. She had great thighs and he loved legs in general. Roy planted another kiss against the cotton of her panties.

“You’re a naughty bastard, Mustang.” Olivia’s voice roughened with lust. “I like that.”

“Knew you would,” Roy murmured, hooking a finger in her underwear, drawing them down. He kissed up the inside of her thigh then canted his head so he could dance his tongue over her folds and clit. Olivia’s fingers buried themselves in his hair, kneading into his scalp as his tongue teased and probed, tasting the salt of her warm core. Olivia’s thighs trembled a bit, a soft sigh curled out of her. Ah, so she could be like a woman, after all.

She pushed him down against the rug, her blue eyes finally warmed with lust. Somehow Olivia got her boots off without untying them, followed quickly by her pants and panties. She tossed her jacket off, her loosened shirt almost hiding the gold fringe between her legs. “Take your clothes off.”

There was more order than request to her words but he liked that, his cock heavy. He struggled with his boots then got his pants and layers of long johns off.

“Are you under there somewhere?” Olivia laughed.

“That’s not helping, Olivia,” he grumbled, finally getting his bottom half free. The rug tickled his butt and his balls and cock weren’t sure what to do with the cold air against his skin.

Olivia reached down, helping to tear off his remaining clothes, her now naked breasts so close to him. What beauties she hid behind her armor. Roy couldn’t help kissing one as it swayed. She pulled his various shirts over his head but left them snagged around his chin.

“Damn it,” he muttered, his lip-driven explorations halted. She really did have to be the one in charge. He tossed his clothing aside.

Olivia looked down at him with hooded eyes. She trailed her big toe down over his belly and along the line of his penis. He stayed very still. Roy had seen Olivia kick people. He knew the damage she could inflict if she felt like it.

“Just lay back and shut your eyes,” she instructed.

“Why?” Roy didn’t think this was a joke. She wouldn’t have gotten naked herself if that was the case. Still, it was an odd request.

“Don’t make me get a blindfold.”

“That just makes it hotter.” Roy covered his eyes. He could hear her moving around and felt a cold blast that came and went as if she had opened the improbable windows this fortress was equipped with.

“Let’s try you with a new sensation, Mustang. Keep those dark eyes of yours closed.”

Roy sensed her kneeling down next to him then an intense cold enveloped his hot flesh making his hips buck and his back arch. His eyes snapped open as he let out a bark of surprise.

“You really do suck at taking orders, Mustang,” Olivia scolded as her hand massaged the snow she had obviously retrieved from the window. The quickly melting snow ran down his cock and cascaded over his balls, managing to get just about everywhere as if seeking his warmth.

“That is so cold !” he cried, amazed that instead of flagging, his erection felt harder than ever.

“Maybe this will help.” Olivia’s hair tickled his belly as she bent down to capture his cock in one quick, daring move. She was so warm. Her tongue snaked around his shaft, rewarming him, making his flesh feel like it was dancing under her administrations. Roy started to sit up so he could touch her but Olivia planted a hand on his chest, holding him down.

The hungry, demanding way her mouth worked his flesh made Roy’s toes curl in the thick pile of the rug. Her cool, calloused hand took him firmly and yet still gently in hand as she toyed with his testicles. Mouth and fingers worked him until he was panting something that sounded suspiciously like her name and pleas for more.

Olivia let him pop free as she planted a fist on either side of him, leaning close with that predatory grin on her face. “You really are so easy, Mustang.”

Roy slipped an arm around her, pulling her against him. “Say what you want so long as you don’t stop.” So much for the grudge he had been nursing when he had stomped his way to her quarters.

Olivia nipped his chin then caught one of his nipples with her teeth, tugging on him. He hissed in pleasure and pain. He tried to play with her full breasts but she caught his wrists, forcing his hands up over his head. Olivia kissed him again, sucking on his lower lip before she got up suddenly. “Stay.”

He was about to protest until he realized she was going to her night stand to get a prophylactic. When she knelt back down to put it on him, she allowed him to touch her. Roy managed to get his hand in a somewhat awkward position as he restoked her fires. He couldn’t quite see her face behind the veil of her hair but smiled hearing the soft sigh she let slip. “I want to see you,” he said softly.

She tossed her hair back, smiling at him over her shoulder. Olivia swung over him, sliding him inside of her without preamble. She pressed against his chest as she rode him, the heat of her, the slide of her skin intoxicating. Olivia made love the way she commanded Briggs, rough and demanding but oh so very well. The one moment of tenderness she showed him came at the end, when she was laying against him, sated and she ran a hand along his cheek.

The gentle moment lasted about as long as the snow had against his shaft. Olivia got up and got a pair of thick pajamas out of her spare wardrobe. “You can get dressed now, Mustang.”

“Um, no chance of a little more play?” he asked hopefully.

The coolness had come back to her blue eyes. “You made your point. You can go now. Try not to take an hour getting back into all those clothes.”

Bemused, Roy just stared at her but he was getting cold fast. He rapidly pulled on his clothing, half afraid of what the punishment would be for being slow. “So long as my point was made, I’m happy,” he told her.

She turned down her bed then came over to him. Her lips lightly brushed over his. “You can come back the next time you have a point to make.”

“Are you sure we can’t make that point now?”

“Go before I throw you into a drift and leave you there…naked.” Olivia’s smile managed to be pretty and icy all at the same time.

Roy snorted. “Goodnight, General. Sleep well.” He unlocked the door and opened it. He favored her with his best smug smile. “Dream of me.” He shut the door before she could respond. Roy couldn’t help grinning all the way back to his temporary quarters. One of these days his taste for dangerous blonds would get him killed.