a/n: for ‘ticklish kiss’! super super short drabble but i’ll finish yesterday’s fic to make up for it <3
[this is a sfw tickle fic!]
“We should—” Riza starts, but she’s swiftly cut off by another kiss. “We should be going,” she finishes, breathless, after they break apart.
“Don’t you want to stay here a little longer?” Roy murmurs, breath brushing against her ear.
She shivers. “We’ll be late for work, sir.” Truthfully, she would much prefer to stay here with him, but they’ll be caught sooner or later. It’s best not to take chances.
“Oh well,” he says, though she knows he doesn’t mean it. Still, he continues his kissing, down her jawline to her neck.
“I—stop that, C-Colonel.”
“Was that a stutter I heard?” She decidedly doesn’t like that tone. “You aren’t nervous, are you, Lieutenant?”
She takes a deep breath, holding herself together. “No, sir.”
He chuckles darkly, and she can feel the hairs raising on the back of her neck. “Right. You’re just ticklish, aren’t you?”
And before she can say anything, before she can convince him to cut it out so they can leave, because otherwise people will get even more suspicious of them than they already are, he’s kissing her neck again and she has to bite her tongue to stop from making any noises. She lasts well, she thinks, until Roy plays dirty and tangles his fingers in her pinned-up hair before he drags his fingers down her spine. Riza gasps sharply and begins to quietly puff out laughs; she’s not going to make any noise.
“S-sihihir,” she huffs out, squirming from his touch. He lays off her, finally ready to leave and wait until later to continue whatever it is they have going on between them.
She fixes her hair and straightens her top before they head out together.
