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Winter White	By : Tenshiaka Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Het - Male/Female > Roy/Riza Views: 1833 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Winter White
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Riza wrapped cold, pale fingers around the hot porcelain of her coffee cup. Steam formed in thick clouds about the rim of the mug from the icy air of the office. Earlier that morning the heating units in the basement had gone out. Attempts were being made to fix the problem but were largely unsuccessful, so various portions of the staff had been periodically sent home through out the day. It was nearing 3 o’clock and while the temperature outside kept dropping the chances of Lieutenant Hawkeye getting to leave were not getting any greater.

She adjusted the cream colored woolen scarf around her neck slightly then flipped open one of the many files on her desk. Scanning the page quickly, dark eyes darting over some of the finer print she concluded it was just another document requiring the Colonel’s signature. An annoyed sigh passed her lips as she tilted her head towards the large empty desk near the back of the room. The large desk that looked out over a winter white court yard, the desk that had been empty for almost the entire day.

Colonel Roy Mustang had made an appearance that morning at around 9 o’clock shortly before the incident with the heating. He had given Riza the usual stack of documents to sort and catalog, a.k.a

forge signatures on so that he would not have to be troubled with signing them himself. Then the Colonel had spoken to a few of his personal staff, made a few phone calls and then left for some private meetings. He had not returned in the past six hours conveniently avoiding the frigid indoor temperature.

The blonde Lieutenant deftly scrawled Roy’s name across the bottom of the sheet. A bit of a perturbed expression crossed her face. She had in the course of the last few months signed that name more times than she cared to count. Things had been so slow lately she was starting to feel a little bit like an overpaid secretary rather than a member of the state military. She tossed the signed file on top of the growing stack to her left. That should be convincing for the day she thought. No one would believe that the Colonel would have stayed over time to review a few more files anyway.

Getting up from her seat she stretched slowly trying to loosen the stiff, cold muscles of her back. She blew out a little puff of foggy air. “This is ridiculous.” Riza grabbed the files and proceeded to Roy’s desk. “Making people work in this freezing temperature!” To hell with it, she was going home. For all she knew everyone else in the building had left already. If she stayed any longer someone might come and lock up the building on her. Lieutenant Hawkeye ungracefully dropped the files into the ‘signed’ box on the Colonel’s desk.

However before turning to grab her things and leave Riza was stopped by the view out of the large window behind the desk. Sometime in the afternoon it had begun snowing again and a thick white carpet had built up in the court yard covering the benches, bushes and trees. It looked like a completely foreign landscape and the thick clumps of snow flakes were still coming down in a soft and steady tumble. It was at that moment that she came to realize how utterly silent everything had become. It was as if all sounds of the world had been blanketed by thick cotton. It was peaceful yet somehow unsettling all at the same time. A sudden chill ran up Riza’s back, be it from the cold or her realization she was not entirely sure.

Just as she was beginning to steal herself from the view the silence was broken by the creak of the office door. Unable to control the reaction Hawkeye tensed, her shoulders coming up quickly to her ears.

“Oh, Lieutenant. I hadn’t expected you to still be here.” The Colonel’s smooth voice in fact did not sound surprised at all. “I thought you would have gone already.”

Riza breathed a little sigh of relief at the sound of that familiar voice but quickly countered with, “I hadn’t expected to see you back at all today sir,” there were undertones of light sarcasm and amusement.

“I just needed to pick up a few things before I headed home for the day.” Roy glanced at the stack of files. “I see you’ve kept yourself busy today despite the inadequate work conditions.”

Riza nodded and took a step away from the desk. Something seemed off, the colonel was being awfully formal. She shivered slightly in the large, open room. “I’ll just be getting my things then Colonel unless you need anything else.” The lieutenant found it was often best to give Roy the opportunity to open a topic with out her directly asking.

The Colonel had moved behind his desk now, one hand placed on the dark polished wood while the other rummaged through a drawer. “No Lieutenant, I think that will be all for today.” Roy’s voice was quiet as though he were deeply distracted by something.

She gave a short nod and then walked back to her desk to gather her things all the while Roy’s strange attitude worrying about in her stomach. Hawkeye slipped on her coat and grabbed a leather shoulder bag off the floor. The blonde made it about half-way to the door when the sound of Roy’s voice stopped her where she stood.

“Riza.” The tone was low and thick with feeling.

The Colonel rarely used her given name and the way he had just said it made Riza’s chest tighten in anticipation. She slowly turned her head to look over her shoulder at him, the soft fabric of the scarf brushing against her cheek. Her eyes met his and there were dark flames burning there. The flame alchemist’s intensity filled the room creating a sudden sensation of warmth. Riza felt the blood rush to her face. She moved back towards the desk almost automatically the leather bag dropping to the floor, forgotten.

“Yes, Roy.” The words hung on her lips as she leaned forward across the desk. She now understood what his attitude had been about earlier, what had really been on his mind. The formalities were always a precaution they had to take.

“We are completely…alone.” Roy’s hand wound up in the material of her scarf as he drug it slowly off of her neck. The creamy fabric puddled on the tiles sliding from his fingers. He then reached into his pocket and drew out his alchemist gloves.

The lieutenant’s breath caught in her throat. It had been quite some time since they had been able to be together. Their work often forced them a part and demanded the utmost formality from the both of them. She felt giddy at the prospect of those gloved hands caressing her skin but tried not to appear over eager.

Roy had made his way around the desk now slipping the gloves onto his hands as he approached her. He reached for her lips, brushing one finger over her pout making it swell slightly with the warmth emanating from the gloves. Her low moan was priceless stirring the heat that was already rising inside him. His fingers found there way down her throat to the collar of her uniform working the buttons free and exposing the black top underneath. He watched the rise and fall of her chest for a moment appreciating the full curve of her breasts.

Swiftly the Colonel placed both hands on Riza’s shoulders pulling the uniform jacket and coat down around her elbows effectively pinning her arms to her sides and backing her up against the desk. She gave a little cry of delight as Roy’s lips pressed against the pink flesh of her ear lobe, his tongue flicking over the delicate skin. He stopped only for a moment to whisper in her ear, “Are you enjoying yourself Riza?”

The question was almost ludicrous and she answered with a resounding, “Yes!”, that echoed through the now seemingly warm room. “Just don’t stop.” The blonde tried to work her hand towards Roy just aching to touch him but he quickly pushed it away shaking his head.

A slow and wicked grin worked across his lips as his fingers began tracing lines over the dark material of Riza’s shirt. She gasped as Roy’s gloves began to very carefully singe away the fabric over her collar bone, down her right breast and to her stomach. It was amazing the skill he had acquired with those things after using them for so many years. The touch burned away the fabric but only left a warm, delightful feel across her bare flesh. She shuddered feeling herself grow wet with excitement unconsciously pushing her hips towards him.

Roy simply responded by loosening the buttons and zipper of Riza’s slacks. He admired the satin white of her panties for a moment before slipping his gloved hand down between her legs. The other hand held the back of her neck, effectively trapping her body between his and the desk. The Colonel began to toy with her ear again making a low chuckle in his throat as she squirmed against him.

Riza closed her eyes and sighed deeply allowing herself to be completely swept away by the emotions raging inside her. Too long she thought, it’s been far too long since I’ve last felt his touch. She pressed her hips forward maintaining firmer contact with Roy’s hand. His fingers worked quick and then slow alternating at a maddening pace and still only over the fabric then he would pull away for a second leaving her wanting. He was oh so good at teasing her and drawing out their few and far between sexual trysts. She whimpered and twisted trying to get more contact.

Roy smirked, “Is this what you want then?” His covered fingers pulled at the crotch of her panties moving the fabric away from the hot and quivering flesh beneath. Ever so slowly he spread her open the material of his gloves becoming damp with her arousal. The warmth from them diminished slightly. “Well this will never do.” He brought his hand up to his mouth inhaling Riza’s intimate fragrance from the cloth. Then he bit the tip of the glove on his index finger and pulled it from his hand with his teeth. The glove lay ruined on the floor and Roy’s now naked hand returned to seek it’s prize.

Bare fingers explored the soft, secret folds of Riza’s femininity. She tilted her head back in ecstasy letting the waves of her building climax crest higher and higher. It would not be long now as the blonde shook beneath the Colonel’s skilled ministrations.

The Lieutenant pitched and rolled like a vessel lost on a stormy sea as Roy finally drove her to orgasm with the slip of his wet middle finger inside her. Colors burst behind her eyelids as the blood rushed in her ears while Riza rode the throbbing wave of her pleasure.

She took a deep gulping breath to try and regain herself but was only successful in collapsing against Roy’s chest. The stiff blue material of his uniform jacket scratched at her cheek as she felt her eyes closing. It was all she could do to grip onto him to keep from falling. The experience had been so intense it left her legs feeling like jello.

Roy cradled the back of her head and laid her down gently across his desk then turned to retrieve the discarded glove from the floor. With a quick snap he dropped it and the other dry glove into the metal trash can incinerating any evidence. It did not matter much since he had a fairly large supply of new gloves waiting for him if need be.

Lieutenant Hawkeye was slowly regaining her composure and was now sitting upright on the desk fiddling with the buttons on her uniform jacket. Once buttoned up no one would know that her shirt was singed underneath. Despite his insistence Roy had made sure not to compromise their professional relationship by sending her out of the building in ruined clothes. She finished with the jacket and stared at Roy’s back for a moment. A chill was already starting to creep back into the room.

“Will there be anything else sir?” She could not contain the playfulness that had crept into her voice. Riza moved up behind the Colonel and slipped a hand around his waist toying with the first button on the band a bit.

He gently removed her hand, turned towards her and looked intensely into her eyes. “No Riza, today was for you.” In a rare moment of romantic self control he leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the forehead then pulled away. Roy glanced out the window at the still falling snow. “The weather report says the snow won’t let up till tomorrow evening. It’s probably best that you take the day off tomorrow.” He smiled at her suggestively. “People might be snowed in for days. They say it could be one for the record books.”

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