Storm by Musing_and_Music
“Take cover!” A loud shout rings outside the small tent. “Sandstorm! Go back to your tent!”
Riza raises her head from the map she was studying and her gaze meets Captain Mustang’s eyes. He came to her tent at her invite so they can check their next movements for the mission they’ve been assigned together.
The brass have seen their deadly efficiency on the battlefield so they’ve decided to pair the Phoenix Alchemist and the newly promoted Captain Mustang to increase the victory rate and the extension of Amestris’ domination over Ishval.
However, this is the first time they must go so far from the base camp and their unit has settled for the night.
At the sentinel’s cry, Riza has stopped talking. Outside the tent that’s suddenly shaking she hears the wind howling and the panicked footsteps of soldiers running to their tents. Mustang stays silent, his eyes locked on hers. Riza shudders as goosebumps form on her forearms. There’s something going on, and she can’t tell for sure if it comes from her or him or them.
Then Mustang begins to move, raising on his knees. “I should go if I don’t want to be caught in the storm.” He smiles apologetically and folds the map he’s brought.
“Wait.” Riza’s voice sounds more pleading than commanding, but he stops anyway, a strange light in his eyes. Riza gulps and she feels her heartbeat increasing. She doesn’t want to see him leave. And she knows it’s not the first time she’s felt that way or thought she wants him to stay with her.
For the last few weeks she’s grown fond of his presence next to her. He’s a good soldier, a good commander, a good man. She’s seen him on the battlefield where his men trust him, where he questions her orders only to find a solution that will cost less lives - on both sides. After each battle they speak, they share their thoughts about the project they plan to carry on once the war is over. He soothes her pains and her nightmares are less frightening the night after, but she doesn’t forget. She can’t and won’t. It’s her duty for those who’ve died because of her, because of a Government that only wants its people to suffer.
But tonight there’s something more to the simple words.
Her hand lands - unconsciously - on his arm. Still, she’s conscious of the way she’s looking at him. Her lips are suddenly dry and she wets them with her tongue. His eyes fall on her fingers on him, her lips, then return to hold her gaze with a questioning look.
“Does…” her throat tightens. “Does your offer still stand?”
She hasn’t forgotten his words from the first mission they’ve accomplished together. If you need me for comfort, I’ll be there. Is he still thinking about her like that?
They’re on the verge of a new dangerous mission but now more than ever she wants to forget her title and her rank, she wants to know how it feels to be held, she wants to be a woman, fully, completely. She suddenly aches for Roy’s hands on her, for his lips on hers, for his body against hers. For his presence inside her.
“Do you want me?” He asks, leaning toward her. His head is only centimeters apart from hers now, and air catches in her lungs when she feels his breath on her skin.
“I do, if you want me too,” she replies.
Suddenly his lips are on hers, wild and hot, and she forgets the military. His hands roam on her body, grazing her hips, playing with her breasts, groping her ass, and she wants more. It’s the second time they kiss, it’s the second time he touches her, but this time she wants to touch him too. She replies eagerly to his kiss, tasting his lips, feeling the taste of the chocolate from the combat ration he’d eaten earlier. She combs his hair with her fingers, the other hand on his jaw where she feels his stubble.
He pushes her backward on her mat and she complies willingly, spreading her legs so he stands between them, on his knees. He grins at her, but his voice is soft. “Tell me if you don’t like something. I’ll stop immediately.”
Riza nods. Then he opens her pants and slides it on her legs, taking off her shoes and socks in the same movement. She’s almost entirely exposed to him, and his gaze on her legs, on her hardened nipples peeking through the cloth of her black turtleneck, arouses her. She can feel the wet pooling in her underwear and her core is begging for more.
“You’re gorgeous, Major,” he whispers, and it makes her blood boil.
She yanks him to her by his shirt collar and kisses him hard. She needs action. “Call me Riza,” she tells him. She wants to separate what they’re doing from the military. That way it’s theirs.
She begins to unbutton his shirt, feeling his firm chest under her hands.
“Riza,” he moans when her lips land on his neck and suckle his skin.
“Take me, Roy,” she commands in a hurried breath. Her arousal is almost painful. She begins to reach for his pants, but he stops her, grabbing her hand, pushing her underwear aside to plunge one finger in her. She gasps and feels her orgasm building up. “More,” she whimpers, and he adds one finger, his thumb rubbing against her clit.
Riza bites her lip, stifling a loud moan. He’s good. He’s better than any of her past experiences. She’d learned about her own pleasure thanks to other girls in the academy, but something had always lacked from them. She now realizes they were too delicate, too cautious with her. That was enjoyable but not what she needed. Roy’s fingers are thick and rough, and they bring her close to the edge. Her legs shudder and her mind turns blank when he pushes her clit one more time, his fingers thrusting hard inside her. Suddenly she can’t breathe and she cries as pleasure overwhelms her.
Roy removes his fingers from her pulsating core and she feels cold there as she comes back to reality. No. To his darkened eyes and his lips on hers and his hands - she feels her own wetness on her skin - pulling her shirt off.
Next thing she knows Roy is above her, his pants and underwear out of the picture, his erection in all its glory in front of her. He kisses her again while he takes her drenched underwear off.
“Let me pleasure you, Riza,” he whispers and she shivers at his voice so low in her ear and his breath so hot on her skin.
“You already did.” She wants to know how it feels to pleasure him too and her hand slips along his toned stomach under his shirt to touch him. A groan escapes Roy’s lips and Riza feels powerful. Her fingers circle his shaft and she begins to rub him slowly, carefully, spreading his precum along his length. She sits and observes every change on his face while she closes her fist around his hardening cock.
Roy has closed his eyes and his breath is laboring.
“Take off your shirt,” Riza orders. She kisses him and her free hand cups his jaw. She doesn’t know why, but the rough sensation of his stubble on her palm makes her wet again. His hands are now on her hips, then her ass, and Roy brings her closer. She wraps her legs around his waist and her left arm circles his shoulders to keep her stable.
His fingers are back on her, and he circles her swollen clit with slow movements. Riza represses a shiver but can’t keep her moan inside her lungs. She’s working hard on his cock, and he’s grown and thick now.
“It’s the first time I’m sleeping with a man,” she admits, pulling away from the kissing. She knows Roy will understand what she implies and suddenly hopes he won’t run away.
Instead he kisses her again, his fingers thrusting inside her. “Then I’ll make it pleasurable.” She feels his smirk on her lips. He licks them and she opens her mouth. Their tongues turn around each other, exploring and discovering the other.
Riza squeezes his cock and he can’t hold back his loud moan. “Fuck, Riza, I need…” he groans against her lips.
“Do it, Roy,” she replies and raises above him, above his throbbing erection. Roy holds her by her thighs, then his tip slides between her folds. His cock disappears in her opening as he lowers her over him. There’s a brief pain and Riza bites her lower lip, whimpering. Then he stops and Riza opens her eyes wide.
He’s inside her. He’s filling her completely. Riza’s breath catches in her lungs at the sensation and the realization. She feels good, stretched, full.
“Are you okay?” Roy asks, light worry in his voice.
“I love it,” she whispers in his ear, nibbling his earlobe, kissing his neck.
Roy begins to move. He lifts Riza by her thighs and pulls from inside her core. Then he lowers her again and thrusts into her, reaching a spot that makes Riza cry. She clings to him and her nails scratch his back as he thrusts again and again and the small space of her tent is filled with her pants and moans, his groans and whispers, the scent of their joined bodies, and the faint light of her lantern where the flame is dying. The wind is still howling outside, shaking the tent.
Heat is growing inside Riza, and each time Roy hits that same spot her senses become a mess. She trembles as her orgasm is building under his thrusts and ministrations. His lips have left hers and he’s sucking her breast, while his hands caress her ass, thighs and clit.
“Roy… harder…” She breathes and accompanies his movements with her hips, meeting him every time so he goes deeper inside her.
His rhythm increases and she’s crying louder at each thrust. Her cries become moans when he kisses her. When he stimulates her clit with his fingers - damn, his fingers make any other thing look like straws beside them - she shivers and arches her back, bringing her chest closer to his. The heat is too much, the pace is too fast, Roy inside her is all she wants.
Everything is too much and perfect at the same time, and Riza tenses, freezes, comes. Her walls throb around Roy, then she collapses on him as he keeps thrusting inside her. But his hands are soft and gentle on her cheeks, her hair, her back, contrasting oddly with the erection she feels on the verge of bursting.
Barely one minute later he comes too, spilling inside her, kissing her lips, her forehead, her neck, and they fall on the mat, still in a blissful state, gradually coming down from the height they have sent each other to.
They stay there for a moment, still, then Roy pulls out of her. Riza shivers from his absence. They’re a messy tangle of limbs and sweat and other fluids but she just wants to stay in his embrace.
“Thank you,” she whispers against his lips as she kisses him again.
“Any time,” he replies to her kiss. It’s delicious, and she would do it all over again without hesitation. “How were your past experiences?” He smiles, maybe expecting a tale from her.
Riza knows she must clean herself and Roy. She takes a clean cloth from her backpack and wipes any drop on her and her companion.
“They were baby steps compared to that,” She replies as she blows the last spark of the lantern and takes her blanket. She settles beside Roy and lets him hug her again. “I got really nice sex with other women, but you've made me feel complete in a way none of them had before.”
Roy hums, nestling his head in the crook of her neck, kissing her skin there. “I’ve seen some women’s bodies, but none of them were like yours. None of these women were you. I feel like there’s something more than just sex between us.”
Riza tries not to start at his confession. She’s come to think the same, but as much as she wants it she knows how dangerous it is for them. So she keeps her feelings for her. Anyway, this is war, and these are maybe only because of the circumstances. How will it be once the war is over?
Silence falls in the tent, and Roy’s breathing becomes slower. His warmth is relaxing and she knows she will follow him soon into sleep. For once it’ll be a dreamless sleep, she hopes.
The storm has fallen, Riza doesn’t know when, but she doesn’t care. She drifts asleep, Roy’s arms around her, her thin blanket covering them. She’s about to close her eyes, but even in the darkness of her tent she sees how relaxed and handsome he looks when he sleeps.
If they fall tomorrow, she won't regret knowing Roy that way.
