Fic - A Supplicant to Ink

[cornerofmadness]

A Supplicant to Ink
Author – cornerofmadness
Disclaimer – all rights belong to Ms. Arakawa
Rating – NC-17
Pairing – Roy/Riza
Timeline/Spoilers – manga verse, spoilers for things beyond ch50
Summary – He doesn’t hate her tattoo like she does
Author’s Note – written for the fma_ihop anonymous kink meme. The anon. requestor wanted ‘Roy/Riza. Tattoo kink. Tracing the lines on her back; fire to fire.’
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She didn’t deny him nights like this. Roy knew that her tattoo made her uncomfortable. It ruled more of her life than it should. She never wore scoop-necked shirts, let alone daring, backless gowns on the rare evening out. She was grateful for formal military balls and dress uniforms. Riza didn’t swim in public. There simple was too much she felt too self-conscious to do.

However, Roy loved every part of her, including that tattoo. She suspected he had a perverse attachment to the ink that transformed and simultaneously ruined his life, just as it had her father’s. Riza had been too young to understand her father’s wisdom in not sharing the secrets her back held.

But the real reason she didn’t deny Roy the right to worship her tattoo was that he was the most wonderful supplicant. He made her accept this part of herself, accept the body worship he offered up.

Roy’s tongue lavished slow, long licks along one of the serpents that stretched sinuously across her back. When his tongue reached a burn scar that used to be part of the array’s instruction ‘manual,’ Roy broke off. He respected that she didn’t like being touched there, that some of the scars were numb and others hurt. She suspected that the sight of those scars made him ache inside. Fire to fire, the keeper of the secret and the personification of it, they had wounded each other using this tattoo and they were determined to save each other as well.

Roy’s fingers outlined the tattoo with light sensual strokes that stoked a fire in her core then those deft fingers turned to the tight muscles in her back, massaging them until he worked all the kinks out of her body. By the time his tongue had gone back to tracing its way to the base of the array in the small of her back, Riza felt loose, so languid she might have drifted off if not for the urgency building deep insider her.

His mouth suddenly dipped lower. His tongue pushed into her, his nose nuzzling for her clit which was hard to find in this position. She lifted her hips, giving him better access. His tongue pulsed in and out of her then went to dance with her clitoris. Shuddering as the dam inside her gave way, Riza groaned into the pillow. She could just imagine the self-satisfied smirk on his face when he lifted it away from her.

Making his way back up her body, Roy’s hands stroked around the array’s outer circle then up over her shoulders and neck. He rested against her, sucking her earlobe, rolling her earring over his tongue as she felt that often ornery part of him pressed against her entrance. Oh, the times she knew it was saluting her under his desk at the most inappropriate times and yet, it gave her a sense of power in regards to Roy.

“I love you,” he mumbled so softly she almost missed it even with his lips at her ear.

Roy pushed into her as sweet and slow as honey pouring in the winter. His movements teased, going deep and leisurely. He lifted his weight from her, shifting so he could lick and play with her back as his hips rocked against hers. As he picked up the pace, Roy sent her over the edge again. He quickly followed.

Afterwards, when he was done fussing with his prophylaxis, Riza rolled onto her side, wrapping around him. Nothing needed to be said. Their bodies had spoken for them. Another nice thing about nights like this, Roy was willing to risk getting caught and stayed all night. These were the best nights of their lives.

Comments

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Awww, this is just sweet.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

thank you