Embers And Envelopes
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
Chapters:
9
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A Long Morning
Disclaimer and Author’s Notes:
I don’t own FMA. That being said, I bring you Chapter 4. Riza suffers through the morning after, Havoc is a wreck, and Ed doesn’t help the situation much…
I'm also using more of Riza's character from the manga then the anime, with the mention of her father.
By the by, this fic was inspired by the song “Embers and Envelopes” by the band Mae. For your listening pleasure, and to maybe get a feel for the angle I was going for, I’ve uploaded the song onto the internet here:
http://www.divshare.com/download/594760-8d2
You don’t have to download it, just copy and paste the address and hit the play button.
Chapter 4:
The Long Morning
**
Riza twisted slightly in bed, confused. This wasn’t her bed. Or her apartment.
Her mind went over the details of her situation, a sort of reconnaissance. She knew these facts: It was morning. This was not her bed. This was not her apartment. She was naked. There was a tall, lean black haired man sleeping naked besides her. Upon further inspection, this man proved to be Colonel Roy Mustang.
Oh, shit.
**
”All right, damn.” Jean Havoc slowly sat up in his own bed, glaring at the large puppy at the foot of the bed. The animal yipped joyfully and floundered in the sheets before Havoc through back the blankets.
Havoc scratched and stretched in the sunlight streaming in from the window. He stuffed his feet into slippers and swung open the door of his apartment, allowing the dog to bound down the stairs and outside. Shirtless and in his shorts, he followed it down and allowed it outside into the yard of the building.
Good lord, it had been nearly a week since he’d slept in his own bed. Alone. At first the absence of his sexy blonde bedmate confused him, but the memories from last night came back to him as he struck the match for his first cigarette of the day. He leaned against the railing of the porch, taking deep drags and contemplating where things got so infinitely complicated.
So Riza went out with the Colonel. So what. His relationship with Riza was friendly, nothing more. They slept together more because they were available, not because of any strange undercurrents of emotion. Love was a word that never passed between them.
Havoc sighed and watched Black Hayate pee on a flowering bush by the stairs. Across the street, his neighbor came out to retrieve her newspaper and offered him a dirty look at his half-dressed state. He merely offered her a half-smile and wave of his fingers in reply.
“All right, Hayate, back upstairs,” he ordered the puppy. “I’m bringing you back to Riza in an hour.”
**
Holy crap, what had happened last night? She was naked with her commanding officer, and the fact that he was naked too had to mean they had sex, right?
She struggled to recall the details of the night before. Missions, Elizabeth, dinners, wine, paperwork, kisses, breaking glass, and sex.
When she turned her head again, she found black eyes looking down at her warmly. He brought his hand up to caress her cheek and then leaned down to kiss her. His lips were warm and lazy on her mouth, and she felt herself tense. This wasn’t good.
“Morning,” Roy murmured to her.
“Morning, Colonel.”
He brought a hand to her lips to silence her. “No,” he admonished. “We’re obviously not in the office, so proper titles aren’t needed, right?” He nuzzled her neck before kissing her shoulder. Riza sighed in pleasure as she felt his lips course downwards, but stopped him when they reached her breasts.
Wildly, without reason, she thought of Havoc. After their nights together, there was none of this sweet cuddling and kisses. It was all business. Sometimes, afterwards, she allowed him to crack the window and have a cigarette in bed – but that was only when he earned it.
“Don’t you have work, Colonel Mustang?” Riza asked sweetly. Until she put on her Military uniform, she was still Elizabeth. It was time to finish this façade. She would walk into headquarters as Riza Hawkeye and leave this all behind.
He mock-glowered at her. “I know, I know.” He slowly rose from the bed, giving Riza a good look at his body, fully nude. He began to collect their clothes, tossing Riza her garments from the piles on the floor. She too rose to dress, slipping on panties and turning to clasp her bra.
"Don't you want a shower?" He was still naked, only now she had a back view as he rooted through the closet, coming away with fresh towels in his arms. Riza paused. A shower sounded good, especially when the thought of rushing home, throwing on her uniform, and going straight to work while the scents from..last night still clung to her body like a perfume. She was close to accepting the offer, when he offered a sexy smile. "We can take one together, if you'd like."
Not hiding her annoyance, she shrugged him off her. She tugged on her blouse and skirt, tossing her ruined hose in the trash basket in the corner. She turned to face him, still barefoot. “I’m going to leave.”
“What? And miss breakfast?” Roy asked her, surprised.
“Breakfast?”
“Sarah always goes all out, she makes a full breakfast,” Roy explained eagerly.
“Is that why you’re always late to work?” she quipped.
"If you believing that makes you less angry when I come in late, then definately." He went to embrace her again, but she pushed him away. More playfully then she intended, she thought.
"No. Where are my shoes?"
Roy paused thoughfully. "Umm...I think you left them in the study." A look of horror passed over his face. "With those damn records!"
Riza brushed passed him, with a smirk. "I guess you actually have some work to do in the office today," she called over her shoulder as she padded down the hall. It took a moment for her statement to sink in, but when it did he darted after her.
Riza laughed as she ran down the stairs, like a child's game of chase. She could hear Roy on the hardwood floor of the top floor getting closer, her bare feet soundless on the plush carpet. She swung around the bannister on the bottom floor...
...and smacked into a short, stout woman waiting at the foot of the stairs.
***
Havoc skulked into headquarters, with Black Hayate dutifully (if a bit grudgingly) walking on his leash besides him. He kept his eyes down, but allowed himself a single look at Riza's desk. It was clean, paper-free, with no jacket over her chair. She wasn't in yet.
He turned to look to the left. The Colonel's office door was shut, and the office was dark. Either he was napping, which was likely, or he wasn't in yet either. Also likely.
Damn.
***
Riza instantly sobered. What the hell had she been thinking? One moment she was acting like a teenager and the next she was face-to-face with a strange woman in the house of her lo--superior officer. She shook her head slightly, to get the word "lover" out of her mind.
Roy bounded down the stairs after her, still thinking she was in the study. As he reached the bottom he saw her standing there, but it was too late. He tried to slow down, but he skidded on the throw rug in the hallway. His feet slid out from under him, and his hands shot out to grab anything to prevent him from falling. Unfortunately, the closest thing was Riza. His hand caught her upper arm, and Riza felt herself falling. Roy's ass hit the floor first, with Riza falling on top of him.
"Riza, this is Sarah," Roy said in as formal a voice as he could muster. Sarah inclined her head politely, the corners of her mouth twitching as though she were fighting a smile.
Riza was mortified. She was laying on the floor across Colonel Mustang in her clothing from the previous evening, her skirt riding up her ass, barefooted and dazed. She strugged to stand, rising as gracefully as she could with as much dignity as she could muster. "Pleasure to meet you, Sarah," she offered her hand to the woman while simultaneously pulling down the back of her skirt with her other. Roy snickered on the floor until she swiftly reached behind her with her foot to deliver a solid kick to the shin. "Ow!"
"Now," Roy said authoritavely, standing. "Sarah, Riza will take breakfast in the dining room while I take a shower." He turned to direct himself at Riza. "When I'm finished I'll take you to your apartment to shower and dress, and then I'll drive you to the office."
"Do you know how late we're going to be?!" she practically wailed. And then she actually looked at him. "Good God! Make yourself decent when you come downstairs!"
Roy gave her another smile before he touched her shoulder and turned to go upstairs. "Yes Mother. I'll take less then ten minutes, I promise."
**
"Where's Colonel Bastard?"
Every heard in the office turned to face the doorway where the youngest Elric stood, glowering at everyone.
"Not in yet," Breda said casually. Neither of his superiors were in yet, which made for a lovely morning of slacking.
"He should be in soon," offered Fuery, trying to be helpful. "He's usually late, anyway."
Ed shifted from foot to foot. Dog of the military or not, he was always antsy to finish giving his reports and get the hell out of headquarters. "I have it all written up, can't I just give it to Lieutenant Hawkeye?"
Fuery paused, contemplating. "You can, I guess. She's not here either."
"Hawkeye? Miss Punctual?" Ed scoffed. "It'd take something pretty damn important to keep her away from here, wouldn't it?" He didn't wait for an answer before rattling on. "Damn it! That bastard says he has something important for me to do but he can't even show up on time?"
"I think I'm going to go out for a smoke, I'll be right back," Havoc said, too loudly. Everyone in the room turned to look as he grabbed his jacked and skulked out.
Breda snorted. "That fool didn't even remember he had a lit one in his mouth already."
**
Riza led Roy up the stairs of her building to her apartment. He'd never been to her home before, and was kind of interested to see what this woman lived like.
Riza was determined to make this as quick as possible. "Go sit in the kitchen," she instructed. "If you want, you can make yourself coffee or something, but I won't be long."
Leaving him examining her kitchen, she walked quickly to her bedroom, shedding her clothes and grabbing her robe and slippers. The heat of the shower felt good on her body, and she relaxed for a couple of minutes before washing her hair and quickly soaping and washing her body. Her mind wandered. What were her co-workers going to think when she and Roy came in together, nearly an hour late? They couldn't know, it would ruin Roy...
Stepping out of the shower, she toweled herself off and went into her bedroom to root through her closet for her uniform. She shivered slightly as she drew on fresh panties...but was it from the cold, or remembering last night? She shook off that thought and threw on the rest of her clothes, jamming her feet into boots. She had too much to think about instead of fantasizing like a schoolgirl.
She found Roy in the living room, drinking from a mug of black coffee and looking at the pictures on the small table near the couch. "We can go now, Roy."
Roy picked of a framed picture of a young blonde girl with an older man. "Your father." It wasn't a question.
For some reason, that made her angry. "Yes, Roy. My father. Let's go," she said forcefully. She strode over, jerked the picture out of his hand, and set it on the table. She yanked the coffee cup in the same manner, and slammed it onto the table violently. "We're leaving. Now."
Roy watched her retreating back with suprise. What nerve had he touched?
**
I don’t own FMA. That being said, I bring you Chapter 4. Riza suffers through the morning after, Havoc is a wreck, and Ed doesn’t help the situation much…
I'm also using more of Riza's character from the manga then the anime, with the mention of her father.
By the by, this fic was inspired by the song “Embers and Envelopes” by the band Mae. For your listening pleasure, and to maybe get a feel for the angle I was going for, I’ve uploaded the song onto the internet here:
http://www.divshare.com/download/594760-8d2
You don’t have to download it, just copy and paste the address and hit the play button.
Chapter 4:
The Long Morning
**
Riza twisted slightly in bed, confused. This wasn’t her bed. Or her apartment.
Her mind went over the details of her situation, a sort of reconnaissance. She knew these facts: It was morning. This was not her bed. This was not her apartment. She was naked. There was a tall, lean black haired man sleeping naked besides her. Upon further inspection, this man proved to be Colonel Roy Mustang.
Oh, shit.
**
”All right, damn.” Jean Havoc slowly sat up in his own bed, glaring at the large puppy at the foot of the bed. The animal yipped joyfully and floundered in the sheets before Havoc through back the blankets.
Havoc scratched and stretched in the sunlight streaming in from the window. He stuffed his feet into slippers and swung open the door of his apartment, allowing the dog to bound down the stairs and outside. Shirtless and in his shorts, he followed it down and allowed it outside into the yard of the building.
Good lord, it had been nearly a week since he’d slept in his own bed. Alone. At first the absence of his sexy blonde bedmate confused him, but the memories from last night came back to him as he struck the match for his first cigarette of the day. He leaned against the railing of the porch, taking deep drags and contemplating where things got so infinitely complicated.
So Riza went out with the Colonel. So what. His relationship with Riza was friendly, nothing more. They slept together more because they were available, not because of any strange undercurrents of emotion. Love was a word that never passed between them.
Havoc sighed and watched Black Hayate pee on a flowering bush by the stairs. Across the street, his neighbor came out to retrieve her newspaper and offered him a dirty look at his half-dressed state. He merely offered her a half-smile and wave of his fingers in reply.
“All right, Hayate, back upstairs,” he ordered the puppy. “I’m bringing you back to Riza in an hour.”
**
Holy crap, what had happened last night? She was naked with her commanding officer, and the fact that he was naked too had to mean they had sex, right?
She struggled to recall the details of the night before. Missions, Elizabeth, dinners, wine, paperwork, kisses, breaking glass, and sex.
When she turned her head again, she found black eyes looking down at her warmly. He brought his hand up to caress her cheek and then leaned down to kiss her. His lips were warm and lazy on her mouth, and she felt herself tense. This wasn’t good.
“Morning,” Roy murmured to her.
“Morning, Colonel.”
He brought a hand to her lips to silence her. “No,” he admonished. “We’re obviously not in the office, so proper titles aren’t needed, right?” He nuzzled her neck before kissing her shoulder. Riza sighed in pleasure as she felt his lips course downwards, but stopped him when they reached her breasts.
Wildly, without reason, she thought of Havoc. After their nights together, there was none of this sweet cuddling and kisses. It was all business. Sometimes, afterwards, she allowed him to crack the window and have a cigarette in bed – but that was only when he earned it.
“Don’t you have work, Colonel Mustang?” Riza asked sweetly. Until she put on her Military uniform, she was still Elizabeth. It was time to finish this façade. She would walk into headquarters as Riza Hawkeye and leave this all behind.
He mock-glowered at her. “I know, I know.” He slowly rose from the bed, giving Riza a good look at his body, fully nude. He began to collect their clothes, tossing Riza her garments from the piles on the floor. She too rose to dress, slipping on panties and turning to clasp her bra.
"Don't you want a shower?" He was still naked, only now she had a back view as he rooted through the closet, coming away with fresh towels in his arms. Riza paused. A shower sounded good, especially when the thought of rushing home, throwing on her uniform, and going straight to work while the scents from..last night still clung to her body like a perfume. She was close to accepting the offer, when he offered a sexy smile. "We can take one together, if you'd like."
Not hiding her annoyance, she shrugged him off her. She tugged on her blouse and skirt, tossing her ruined hose in the trash basket in the corner. She turned to face him, still barefoot. “I’m going to leave.”
“What? And miss breakfast?” Roy asked her, surprised.
“Breakfast?”
“Sarah always goes all out, she makes a full breakfast,” Roy explained eagerly.
“Is that why you’re always late to work?” she quipped.
"If you believing that makes you less angry when I come in late, then definately." He went to embrace her again, but she pushed him away. More playfully then she intended, she thought.
"No. Where are my shoes?"
Roy paused thoughfully. "Umm...I think you left them in the study." A look of horror passed over his face. "With those damn records!"
Riza brushed passed him, with a smirk. "I guess you actually have some work to do in the office today," she called over her shoulder as she padded down the hall. It took a moment for her statement to sink in, but when it did he darted after her.
Riza laughed as she ran down the stairs, like a child's game of chase. She could hear Roy on the hardwood floor of the top floor getting closer, her bare feet soundless on the plush carpet. She swung around the bannister on the bottom floor...
...and smacked into a short, stout woman waiting at the foot of the stairs.
***
Havoc skulked into headquarters, with Black Hayate dutifully (if a bit grudgingly) walking on his leash besides him. He kept his eyes down, but allowed himself a single look at Riza's desk. It was clean, paper-free, with no jacket over her chair. She wasn't in yet.
He turned to look to the left. The Colonel's office door was shut, and the office was dark. Either he was napping, which was likely, or he wasn't in yet either. Also likely.
Damn.
***
Riza instantly sobered. What the hell had she been thinking? One moment she was acting like a teenager and the next she was face-to-face with a strange woman in the house of her lo--superior officer. She shook her head slightly, to get the word "lover" out of her mind.
Roy bounded down the stairs after her, still thinking she was in the study. As he reached the bottom he saw her standing there, but it was too late. He tried to slow down, but he skidded on the throw rug in the hallway. His feet slid out from under him, and his hands shot out to grab anything to prevent him from falling. Unfortunately, the closest thing was Riza. His hand caught her upper arm, and Riza felt herself falling. Roy's ass hit the floor first, with Riza falling on top of him.
"Riza, this is Sarah," Roy said in as formal a voice as he could muster. Sarah inclined her head politely, the corners of her mouth twitching as though she were fighting a smile.
Riza was mortified. She was laying on the floor across Colonel Mustang in her clothing from the previous evening, her skirt riding up her ass, barefooted and dazed. She strugged to stand, rising as gracefully as she could with as much dignity as she could muster. "Pleasure to meet you, Sarah," she offered her hand to the woman while simultaneously pulling down the back of her skirt with her other. Roy snickered on the floor until she swiftly reached behind her with her foot to deliver a solid kick to the shin. "Ow!"
"Now," Roy said authoritavely, standing. "Sarah, Riza will take breakfast in the dining room while I take a shower." He turned to direct himself at Riza. "When I'm finished I'll take you to your apartment to shower and dress, and then I'll drive you to the office."
"Do you know how late we're going to be?!" she practically wailed. And then she actually looked at him. "Good God! Make yourself decent when you come downstairs!"
Roy gave her another smile before he touched her shoulder and turned to go upstairs. "Yes Mother. I'll take less then ten minutes, I promise."
**
"Where's Colonel Bastard?"
Every heard in the office turned to face the doorway where the youngest Elric stood, glowering at everyone.
"Not in yet," Breda said casually. Neither of his superiors were in yet, which made for a lovely morning of slacking.
"He should be in soon," offered Fuery, trying to be helpful. "He's usually late, anyway."
Ed shifted from foot to foot. Dog of the military or not, he was always antsy to finish giving his reports and get the hell out of headquarters. "I have it all written up, can't I just give it to Lieutenant Hawkeye?"
Fuery paused, contemplating. "You can, I guess. She's not here either."
"Hawkeye? Miss Punctual?" Ed scoffed. "It'd take something pretty damn important to keep her away from here, wouldn't it?" He didn't wait for an answer before rattling on. "Damn it! That bastard says he has something important for me to do but he can't even show up on time?"
"I think I'm going to go out for a smoke, I'll be right back," Havoc said, too loudly. Everyone in the room turned to look as he grabbed his jacked and skulked out.
Breda snorted. "That fool didn't even remember he had a lit one in his mouth already."
**
Riza led Roy up the stairs of her building to her apartment. He'd never been to her home before, and was kind of interested to see what this woman lived like.
Riza was determined to make this as quick as possible. "Go sit in the kitchen," she instructed. "If you want, you can make yourself coffee or something, but I won't be long."
Leaving him examining her kitchen, she walked quickly to her bedroom, shedding her clothes and grabbing her robe and slippers. The heat of the shower felt good on her body, and she relaxed for a couple of minutes before washing her hair and quickly soaping and washing her body. Her mind wandered. What were her co-workers going to think when she and Roy came in together, nearly an hour late? They couldn't know, it would ruin Roy...
Stepping out of the shower, she toweled herself off and went into her bedroom to root through her closet for her uniform. She shivered slightly as she drew on fresh panties...but was it from the cold, or remembering last night? She shook off that thought and threw on the rest of her clothes, jamming her feet into boots. She had too much to think about instead of fantasizing like a schoolgirl.
She found Roy in the living room, drinking from a mug of black coffee and looking at the pictures on the small table near the couch. "We can go now, Roy."
Roy picked of a framed picture of a young blonde girl with an older man. "Your father." It wasn't a question.
For some reason, that made her angry. "Yes, Roy. My father. Let's go," she said forcefully. She strode over, jerked the picture out of his hand, and set it on the table. She yanked the coffee cup in the same manner, and slammed it onto the table violently. "We're leaving. Now."
Roy watched her retreating back with suprise. What nerve had he touched?
**