Fic - In the Lights of the North
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cornerofmadnessIn the Lights of the North
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cornerofmadness
Disclaimer – all rights belong to Arakawa, no profits made
Rating – NC-17
Pairing – Roy/Riza
Timeline/Spoilers – contains a few spoilers for Roy’s upbringing otherwise none, manga verse
Summary – They have few chances to just be a couple but this is one of them
Author’s Note - I’m decloaking myself. I wrote this for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fma_ihop anonymous kink meme. The anon prompter wanted to see Roy/Riza, flirting/courtship, “the rare chance to speak to one another simply as man and woman. thanks to evil_little_dog
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Riza knew she was one of the few people who had a clue as to Roy’s past; she and Maes and probably some military higher ups who shouldn’t know, but did. There were advantages of having a foster mother who had established a spy network all over the country and beyond. Chris Mustang gladly shared the secrets of subterfuge with her son’s lover.
Such secrets left Riza sitting in the restaurant-bar of a country inn in the foothills of Briggs Mountains in the tiny town of Losos, a popular tourist spot for those entranced by the autumn colors. Riza felt like one of those fiery trees herself with the long curly red wig Chris had given her and the vividly yellow dress with a back high enough to cover her tattoo and a front low enough to have several of the men in the bar ogling her.
The only man she cared about watching her was seated next to her doing just that but his eyes were on the expanse of thigh the short skirt exposed. Dark eyed, raven-haired, his Xingese heritage very apparent, this man was even more adorable now than he was when the brat first showed up on her father’s doorstep as a child.
Of course, they were pretending she didn’t know that. Riza Hawkeye knew her commanding officer very well but she was Elizabeth this weekend, not the ‘scary lieutenant.’ She only just met Roy as far as anyone knew, barring the people who worked at the inn, owned and operated by Chris Mustang’s complex of fosters.
“Little did I know when I picked this inn, I’d be able to meet such a fine woman,” Roy said, his voice smooth and warm as silk.
Riza knew this was just part of the game, pitched loudly enough for those around them to hear and know they were just two strangers meeting for the first time. The young man behind the bar knew different, being one of Roy’s ‘brothers,’ and he would never break their confidence. Game or not, Roy’s voice had the ability to make her melt and her panties disappear.
“I’m glad you think so.” She affected cool indifference.
“I’d be honored if you joined me,” Roy said, tapping the bar to attract his ‘brother’s’ attention. “A bottle of sparkling wine at that table please.” He pointed to a table in the darkest corner upstairs on the mezzanine.
“I didn’t say yes,” she reminded him.
Roy leaned back on his stool, arms wide open. “You could resist this, Miss Elizabeth?”
Riza snorted. This was only part playacting. There was a part of Mustang that truly was this arrogant. “You have yet to prove yourself, sir, though I suppose you could do that over wine.”
“I’ll have it brought out to your table, sir,” the bartender said.
“Thank you.”
Riza liked that Roy escorted her to the table, a proprietary hand on the small of her back. He even pulled out a chair for her.
“Do you like it? There’s a nice view.” He pointed out the window the table was nestled under. Riza could see an expanse of moonlit pines but the stars dancing above them were coated with a layer of haze.
“It’s beautiful,” she said, forgiving the slight imperfection.
“Not as beautiful as you, Elizabeth,” he replied, sitting down opposite her.
What a change from their usual conversations of ‘Riza bring me….’ Or ‘sir, do it before I shoot you.’ A white lace table cloth draped atop an extravagantly long lilac cloth added a romantic air to the inn’s atmosphere.
“Thank you, Roy.” She didn’t add to that statement as a white-blond waitress came over, one of Roy’s ‘sisters,’ Lily, with a bottle of wine and two glasses on her tray.
“Shall I uncork it, sir?”
“No, I’ll do it, thank you.” Roy unwrapped the wire cage then deftly popped out the cork before pouring each of them a glass. He held up his glass. “To wildly romantic weekends.”
“I like the sound of that.” Riza clicked her glass to his. The wine was sweet on her lips.
“They say some nights you can see the Northern Lights from here.” He gazed out the window. “Not as well as in Drachma, of course, but still. I’d like to see it.”
“I didn’t realize you’d like something like that,” she said honestly.
“That’s one of the reasons I wanted to come this weekend. It’s a prime viewing time. I was hoping.” Roy looked back at her. “Well, maybe the haze will burn off a bit.”
“That would be nice,” Riza replied, thinking the lights would be the perfect romantic capper.
“Mmm, I like this song.” He nodded toward the downstairs piano.
“I would have thought the dance music tomorrow would be more your thing.”
“Oh, I like that, too, but I love orchestral music. That’s one of the reasons I’d like a transfer to Central. I’m military, you know,” he added, not that Riza saw anyone in earshot but Roy was generally a careful man. “Anyhow, if I were in Central, I could go to the symphony.”
Riza treasured this time, this rare chance to speak to one another simply as man and woman instead of commanding officer and subordinate, the Flame Alchemist and the Eye of the Hawk who guarded him. She had known Roy for years but didn’t realize he liked orchestral music. They kept so much of their private desires and interests quiet. Now she had something she could get him as an unexpected gift. Leaning forward, her breasts resting ever so slightly on the table, Riza smiled. “That would be nice.”
Roy couldn’t help but look down her cleavage, his larynx bobbing. “I am hopeful I’ll be able to swing you around the dance hall tomorrow. They play that raucous music here, the style that got banned out west.”
“Oh my. I’m not sure I should say yes to that,” Riza replied, a tingle building up deep in her at the thought. She toed off her shoes and ran a stockinged foot up his calf.
Roy’s eyes widened then he reached for the bottle pouring a little more into their glasses. “Give me a chance to change your mind.”
“I’m sure you’ll try.” Riza rounded his knee, sliding her foot between his thighs.
Roy pulled his chair closer, his legs inching apart. She danced her toes lightly across his crotch, watching his eyes gleam. “A beautiful girl like you? You were made to be displayed on the dance floor,” he said and she rubbed her foot against him again, feeling the hardness forming under her toes. “And worshipped in private.”
“What a silver tongue you have.” She laughed as he pressed against her foot, shifting his hips so he could rub against her.
“Not just silver but talented, too.” The tip of it wet his upper lip as if to prove his point. Roy eyed the table, nodding down.
She knew he wanted a little more attention paid to his fully formed erection. Did he think she would just crawl under the table in public? “And I suppose you think I should let you use this talented appendage on me.”
“I was thinking more of you using yours on me.” His dark eyes dared her. “Or are you a heartless tease?”
Riza glanced around, wondering if she would ever hear the end of it if she said no. “You think this is the proper place for a demonstration when I have such a nice room upstairs?”
“And I’m walking there how?” He pouted. “Tease.”
She snorted, trying to picture him stiff-legging it out of the restaurant. It was obvious why he had chosen such a dark distant corner to sit in. Dropping her cloth napkin, Riza slid under the tablecloth. It was so long there was barely a sliver of light around the hem. Crawling over to him, she wondered how many times he had fantasized about this only with her under his desk.
Riza took down his zipper and licked the salty drops of precum off his cock before taking him deep into her mouth. She heard a soft sigh rippling out of him and hoped he could suppress his usually vocal nature so half the inn didn’t know she was blowing him under the table. Languidly easing him in and out of her mouth, Riza reached down with one hand, pushing her panties to one side. Her fingers glided into herself almost effortlessly, she was so wet. If he were to slide under the table with her, she would probably welcome him inside her even if it meant getting caught.
Reaching inside his pants to massage his balls, Riza orgasmed against her fingers, barely able to swallow her own cries. She renewed the speed at which she sucked and teased his cock then suddenly felt him try to pull out of her mouth.
“Can I get you another bottle of wine, sir?” she heard the waitress say. Riza tried not to giggle at Lily’s intrusion. Riza wouldn’t let Roy escape her, tickling her tongue under his cock’s head where he was very sensitive. His member twitched against her lips and he tried to pull away again. “Or would you and your lady like to see a dessert list?”
Riza was pretty sure she wasn’t imagining the amused tone in his sister’s voice. Roy’s subtle struggles amused her even more. She heard him muttering something about how Elizabeth was in the restroom but his words came out somewhat strangled as she made him come. She wiped her lips, listening to Lily promising to come back with dessert menu and Roy babbling about room service instead. She waited until she heard Lily walk off before crawling back out. The look in Roy’s eyes when she sat back down said he wasn’t sure if he was incredibly turned on by it all or embarrassed and miffed at her for taking him off in front of someone. She took a sip of her sparkling wine. It tasted odd, sweet yet salty and musky from him. “So, am I a tease?”
“Like you don’t know,” he chuffed. “Shall we take this bottle back to your room?”
“I think maybe we better,” Riza said.
She took her wine glass and sashayed off, letting him chase after her. She just hoped she could hold off jumping on him and knocking him down before they got to the room. With a shaky impatient hand, she fumbled with the heavy key then slipped inside. She was about to turn to Roy and take him against the door when something caught her eye, drawing her toward the large glass doors that opened onto a balcony.
“Roy, look.” She opened the doors, wandering out onto the balcony. “The haze burned off.”
“The lights,” he said, joining her on the balcony. For a moment both of them watched the golden, rose and blue lights shimmering and dancing on the horizon. It was breathtaking.
“They’re so beautiful,” she murmured.
“Keep watching them,” he said, guiding her back to a lounger.
“Roy, it’s chilly out here,” she protested, her exposed skin pimpling up.
He darted back inside and came out with a blanket and a camera. He draped the one around her then tried to take a picture of the lights. Who knew how that would come out? Later, she would try to talk him into one of him silhouetted against them but until then she wrapped the blanket over her shoulders as Roy nudged her legs apart on the lounger.
That’s what she liked best about Roy, nothing ever stopped him. Cool weather, awkward position, public embarrassment, he soldiered on and sometimes in the most wonderful ways, like now. After slipping her panties off, his talented tongue seemed to dance over her wet sensitive skin as it flicked and curled over her folds and clit. Moaning softly, Riza watched the Aurora shimmering while Roy’s tongue and fingers pushed in and out of her. The symphony of two very beautiful things was overwhelming. Riza rode the crest of her orgasm as if she were adrift inside those lights. Roy let out a muffled yelp and she realized she had kicked his shoulder. “Sorry!”
He slid free of her, standing up as he rubbed his shoulder. “No harm done,” he said, his hand straying to his belt.
Riza shook her head, holding out a hand. He helped her up and she went to the balcony rail, leaning on it as she watched the lights. “This is one of your better ideas.”
Roy nuzzled her cheek as he caught her in his arms. He rested his chin on her shoulder as he stared at the skies. “I do get them occasionally.”
He stayed pressed against her, warm and alive watching the heavens. One of his hands left its resting place on her belly. She could feel it bumping against her backside as he dug in his pocket. She wasn’t at all surprised to see him pull out a condom, slipping it out of its waxed paper packaging.
“Mr. Mustang, what are you planning?” she teased.
“Something you’ll probably like.”
He was right about that, Riza knew as he slipped into her slowly, taking her against the railing. They had standing sex in the past but this was slower, sweeter as they watched the light show. His cries as he orgasmed were as soft as his love making.
She felt incomplete as he stepped inside to dispose of the condom. When he came back outside, she propped him up, to much whining on his part, against the railing so she could take her pictures. He did the same to her. She assumed Hughes would be developing these for them, just in case there was something beyond black on black.
Roy stretched out on the wooden lounger and she joined him with the blanket. As she turned so she could watch the Northern Lights, Roy pulled the blanket over them both. They watched the heavens until they both drifted away into sleep.
Author –
cornerofmadnessDisclaimer – all rights belong to Arakawa, no profits made
Rating – NC-17
Pairing – Roy/Riza
Timeline/Spoilers – contains a few spoilers for Roy’s upbringing otherwise none, manga verse
Summary – They have few chances to just be a couple but this is one of them
Author’s Note - I’m decloaking myself. I wrote this for the
fma_ihop anonymous kink meme. The anon prompter wanted to see Roy/Riza, flirting/courtship, “the rare chance to speak to one another simply as man and woman. thanks to evil_little_dog* * *
Riza knew she was one of the few people who had a clue as to Roy’s past; she and Maes and probably some military higher ups who shouldn’t know, but did. There were advantages of having a foster mother who had established a spy network all over the country and beyond. Chris Mustang gladly shared the secrets of subterfuge with her son’s lover.
Such secrets left Riza sitting in the restaurant-bar of a country inn in the foothills of Briggs Mountains in the tiny town of Losos, a popular tourist spot for those entranced by the autumn colors. Riza felt like one of those fiery trees herself with the long curly red wig Chris had given her and the vividly yellow dress with a back high enough to cover her tattoo and a front low enough to have several of the men in the bar ogling her.
The only man she cared about watching her was seated next to her doing just that but his eyes were on the expanse of thigh the short skirt exposed. Dark eyed, raven-haired, his Xingese heritage very apparent, this man was even more adorable now than he was when the brat first showed up on her father’s doorstep as a child.
Of course, they were pretending she didn’t know that. Riza Hawkeye knew her commanding officer very well but she was Elizabeth this weekend, not the ‘scary lieutenant.’ She only just met Roy as far as anyone knew, barring the people who worked at the inn, owned and operated by Chris Mustang’s complex of fosters.
“Little did I know when I picked this inn, I’d be able to meet such a fine woman,” Roy said, his voice smooth and warm as silk.
Riza knew this was just part of the game, pitched loudly enough for those around them to hear and know they were just two strangers meeting for the first time. The young man behind the bar knew different, being one of Roy’s ‘brothers,’ and he would never break their confidence. Game or not, Roy’s voice had the ability to make her melt and her panties disappear.
“I’m glad you think so.” She affected cool indifference.
“I’d be honored if you joined me,” Roy said, tapping the bar to attract his ‘brother’s’ attention. “A bottle of sparkling wine at that table please.” He pointed to a table in the darkest corner upstairs on the mezzanine.
“I didn’t say yes,” she reminded him.
Roy leaned back on his stool, arms wide open. “You could resist this, Miss Elizabeth?”
Riza snorted. This was only part playacting. There was a part of Mustang that truly was this arrogant. “You have yet to prove yourself, sir, though I suppose you could do that over wine.”
“I’ll have it brought out to your table, sir,” the bartender said.
“Thank you.”
Riza liked that Roy escorted her to the table, a proprietary hand on the small of her back. He even pulled out a chair for her.
“Do you like it? There’s a nice view.” He pointed out the window the table was nestled under. Riza could see an expanse of moonlit pines but the stars dancing above them were coated with a layer of haze.
“It’s beautiful,” she said, forgiving the slight imperfection.
“Not as beautiful as you, Elizabeth,” he replied, sitting down opposite her.
What a change from their usual conversations of ‘Riza bring me….’ Or ‘sir, do it before I shoot you.’ A white lace table cloth draped atop an extravagantly long lilac cloth added a romantic air to the inn’s atmosphere.
“Thank you, Roy.” She didn’t add to that statement as a white-blond waitress came over, one of Roy’s ‘sisters,’ Lily, with a bottle of wine and two glasses on her tray.
“Shall I uncork it, sir?”
“No, I’ll do it, thank you.” Roy unwrapped the wire cage then deftly popped out the cork before pouring each of them a glass. He held up his glass. “To wildly romantic weekends.”
“I like the sound of that.” Riza clicked her glass to his. The wine was sweet on her lips.
“They say some nights you can see the Northern Lights from here.” He gazed out the window. “Not as well as in Drachma, of course, but still. I’d like to see it.”
“I didn’t realize you’d like something like that,” she said honestly.
“That’s one of the reasons I wanted to come this weekend. It’s a prime viewing time. I was hoping.” Roy looked back at her. “Well, maybe the haze will burn off a bit.”
“That would be nice,” Riza replied, thinking the lights would be the perfect romantic capper.
“Mmm, I like this song.” He nodded toward the downstairs piano.
“I would have thought the dance music tomorrow would be more your thing.”
“Oh, I like that, too, but I love orchestral music. That’s one of the reasons I’d like a transfer to Central. I’m military, you know,” he added, not that Riza saw anyone in earshot but Roy was generally a careful man. “Anyhow, if I were in Central, I could go to the symphony.”
Riza treasured this time, this rare chance to speak to one another simply as man and woman instead of commanding officer and subordinate, the Flame Alchemist and the Eye of the Hawk who guarded him. She had known Roy for years but didn’t realize he liked orchestral music. They kept so much of their private desires and interests quiet. Now she had something she could get him as an unexpected gift. Leaning forward, her breasts resting ever so slightly on the table, Riza smiled. “That would be nice.”
Roy couldn’t help but look down her cleavage, his larynx bobbing. “I am hopeful I’ll be able to swing you around the dance hall tomorrow. They play that raucous music here, the style that got banned out west.”
“Oh my. I’m not sure I should say yes to that,” Riza replied, a tingle building up deep in her at the thought. She toed off her shoes and ran a stockinged foot up his calf.
Roy’s eyes widened then he reached for the bottle pouring a little more into their glasses. “Give me a chance to change your mind.”
“I’m sure you’ll try.” Riza rounded his knee, sliding her foot between his thighs.
Roy pulled his chair closer, his legs inching apart. She danced her toes lightly across his crotch, watching his eyes gleam. “A beautiful girl like you? You were made to be displayed on the dance floor,” he said and she rubbed her foot against him again, feeling the hardness forming under her toes. “And worshipped in private.”
“What a silver tongue you have.” She laughed as he pressed against her foot, shifting his hips so he could rub against her.
“Not just silver but talented, too.” The tip of it wet his upper lip as if to prove his point. Roy eyed the table, nodding down.
She knew he wanted a little more attention paid to his fully formed erection. Did he think she would just crawl under the table in public? “And I suppose you think I should let you use this talented appendage on me.”
“I was thinking more of you using yours on me.” His dark eyes dared her. “Or are you a heartless tease?”
Riza glanced around, wondering if she would ever hear the end of it if she said no. “You think this is the proper place for a demonstration when I have such a nice room upstairs?”
“And I’m walking there how?” He pouted. “Tease.”
She snorted, trying to picture him stiff-legging it out of the restaurant. It was obvious why he had chosen such a dark distant corner to sit in. Dropping her cloth napkin, Riza slid under the tablecloth. It was so long there was barely a sliver of light around the hem. Crawling over to him, she wondered how many times he had fantasized about this only with her under his desk.
Riza took down his zipper and licked the salty drops of precum off his cock before taking him deep into her mouth. She heard a soft sigh rippling out of him and hoped he could suppress his usually vocal nature so half the inn didn’t know she was blowing him under the table. Languidly easing him in and out of her mouth, Riza reached down with one hand, pushing her panties to one side. Her fingers glided into herself almost effortlessly, she was so wet. If he were to slide under the table with her, she would probably welcome him inside her even if it meant getting caught.
Reaching inside his pants to massage his balls, Riza orgasmed against her fingers, barely able to swallow her own cries. She renewed the speed at which she sucked and teased his cock then suddenly felt him try to pull out of her mouth.
“Can I get you another bottle of wine, sir?” she heard the waitress say. Riza tried not to giggle at Lily’s intrusion. Riza wouldn’t let Roy escape her, tickling her tongue under his cock’s head where he was very sensitive. His member twitched against her lips and he tried to pull away again. “Or would you and your lady like to see a dessert list?”
Riza was pretty sure she wasn’t imagining the amused tone in his sister’s voice. Roy’s subtle struggles amused her even more. She heard him muttering something about how Elizabeth was in the restroom but his words came out somewhat strangled as she made him come. She wiped her lips, listening to Lily promising to come back with dessert menu and Roy babbling about room service instead. She waited until she heard Lily walk off before crawling back out. The look in Roy’s eyes when she sat back down said he wasn’t sure if he was incredibly turned on by it all or embarrassed and miffed at her for taking him off in front of someone. She took a sip of her sparkling wine. It tasted odd, sweet yet salty and musky from him. “So, am I a tease?”
“Like you don’t know,” he chuffed. “Shall we take this bottle back to your room?”
“I think maybe we better,” Riza said.
She took her wine glass and sashayed off, letting him chase after her. She just hoped she could hold off jumping on him and knocking him down before they got to the room. With a shaky impatient hand, she fumbled with the heavy key then slipped inside. She was about to turn to Roy and take him against the door when something caught her eye, drawing her toward the large glass doors that opened onto a balcony.
“Roy, look.” She opened the doors, wandering out onto the balcony. “The haze burned off.”
“The lights,” he said, joining her on the balcony. For a moment both of them watched the golden, rose and blue lights shimmering and dancing on the horizon. It was breathtaking.
“They’re so beautiful,” she murmured.
“Keep watching them,” he said, guiding her back to a lounger.
“Roy, it’s chilly out here,” she protested, her exposed skin pimpling up.
He darted back inside and came out with a blanket and a camera. He draped the one around her then tried to take a picture of the lights. Who knew how that would come out? Later, she would try to talk him into one of him silhouetted against them but until then she wrapped the blanket over her shoulders as Roy nudged her legs apart on the lounger.
That’s what she liked best about Roy, nothing ever stopped him. Cool weather, awkward position, public embarrassment, he soldiered on and sometimes in the most wonderful ways, like now. After slipping her panties off, his talented tongue seemed to dance over her wet sensitive skin as it flicked and curled over her folds and clit. Moaning softly, Riza watched the Aurora shimmering while Roy’s tongue and fingers pushed in and out of her. The symphony of two very beautiful things was overwhelming. Riza rode the crest of her orgasm as if she were adrift inside those lights. Roy let out a muffled yelp and she realized she had kicked his shoulder. “Sorry!”
He slid free of her, standing up as he rubbed his shoulder. “No harm done,” he said, his hand straying to his belt.
Riza shook her head, holding out a hand. He helped her up and she went to the balcony rail, leaning on it as she watched the lights. “This is one of your better ideas.”
Roy nuzzled her cheek as he caught her in his arms. He rested his chin on her shoulder as he stared at the skies. “I do get them occasionally.”
He stayed pressed against her, warm and alive watching the heavens. One of his hands left its resting place on her belly. She could feel it bumping against her backside as he dug in his pocket. She wasn’t at all surprised to see him pull out a condom, slipping it out of its waxed paper packaging.
“Mr. Mustang, what are you planning?” she teased.
“Something you’ll probably like.”
He was right about that, Riza knew as he slipped into her slowly, taking her against the railing. They had standing sex in the past but this was slower, sweeter as they watched the light show. His cries as he orgasmed were as soft as his love making.
She felt incomplete as he stepped inside to dispose of the condom. When he came back outside, she propped him up, to much whining on his part, against the railing so she could take her pictures. He did the same to her. She assumed Hughes would be developing these for them, just in case there was something beyond black on black.
Roy stretched out on the wooden lounger and she joined him with the blanket. As she turned so she could watch the Northern Lights, Roy pulled the blanket over them both. They watched the heavens until they both drifted away into sleep.
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