Embers And Envelopes

Chapter Title: Sex and Kittens ** Havoc's hands frantically traveled Riza's body. He needed to feel every inch of her, but these damn clothes were getting in the way. He also realized that it was probably a very bad idea to take her right in the open doorway of her apartment. He picked her up by the waist, lifting her off her feet and performing an awkward twirl that allowed him to fully enter her home. Despite herself, Riza giggled. "Are you laughing at me?" he demanded playfully. He lunged at her, tackling her to the couch. He spread his own body over hers, pinning her down. Havoc was also painfully aware of her body beneath his. Regardless of the layers of clothes between them, he could feel every dip and curve of her body. He was also painfully aware of something hot and demanding growing on his own body. Riza looked up at Havoc, both amused and nervous. This wasn't like all the other times... Havoc looked into her creamy eyes, and, unfortunately, misunderstood her nervousness. He kissed her sweetly, "I'll take care of you, I promise." Riza swallowed. That wasn't her problem. Havoc's fingers gently plucked open the buttons of her pajama top and allowed it to fall open. Riza flushed slightly at the exposure, but Havoc took no notice. He was methodical, in almost a zen-like state. He slipped his hand under her back and lifted her slightly, allowing him to remove the garment completely. He started in on her pants, which proved to be slightly trickier. He untied the bow and tugged them down her hips, scooping her legs up to slide them off. Riza's face was on fire. It's was all fine that he'd seen her naked before, but he'd never really looked closely, like he was doing now. He continued to gaze down at her, allowing his hands to cup her face and travel over her shoulders, down her breasts. He stroked her stomach, skin stretched taut across her narrow hips. Riza sighed involuntarily. Havoc sat there for several long moments, sitting between her slightly parted knees, just taking in the view. She was slim and pale-except for the adorable scarlet blush bleeding down from her face to her breasts. She watched him watch her, noting the expression of contentment on his face. He seemed so at peace. She reached up to tug on his jacket. Havoc smiled down at her, and leaned over to kiss her again. Riza responded hungrily, arching her hips slightly to allow her whole body to come in contact with his. She felt the bulge in his pants against the heat of her own body, and suddenly she was wildly ripping at his clothes, tearing his jacket from his shoulders and tugging futilely at the buttons on his shirt. He kissed her again, before pulling away to undo his own shirt. Finally it opened and hung unfastened against his chest. Riza shyly reached up to caress his stomach and chest, feeling his sharp intake of breath at she did so. She reached for his pants. She carefully undid the button, and slid the zipper down carefully. She tugged them down partially, revealing his shorts. Havoc groaned involuntarily, desperate to feel her but eager to see what she did. She gently stroked her nails across the tender skin at the waistband of his underwear and he shivered, pressing his hips against hers in frustration. She disengaged herself from his body and pulled his pants off all the way, followed by his underwear. Havoc was finally, delightedly, completely naked and against Riza. His fingers stroked the soft petals of her center, causing her to sigh and squirm against him. Havoc sat up, and positioned himself between her legs. It killed him to pull away from her body like that, but he had an idea... He spread her legs, giving him access and a view that made her blush again. He stroked her again, and reveled in her cries. He went in a little deeper, and found her pearl, nestled between her folds. Havoc felt as though he was feeling all of this for the first time. The slickness of her womanhood, the heat emanating from her body, the sweet scent of her sex, the music of her cries. Riza was dying the sweetest way imaginable. The feeling of his fingers between her thighs was incredible, and she could feel an unmistakable pressure building up inside her, taking root in her sex and flooding every pore of her body. Havoc felt her tighten slightly, and eagerly he continued to rub her. Her cries began to escalate, and he leaned over her body, hungry to see her as she peaked. I wonder if this is going to stain my couch? Riza thought briefly. Then she lost control. She came with such force her body jerked off the cushions, crying out so vehemently that Havoc feared a neighbor would soon be knocking on the door. He slowly withdrew his fingers, and slipped his arms around the shaking woman before him. She clung to him limply, trembling, breathing heavily into his neck. He drew her closer to him and she buried her face in his shoulder. He rubbed her back, calming her. She pulled back and looked up into his eyes with emotions that Havoc couldn't read. Riza had never felt anything like that before. Sure, she'd had orgasms during sex but this one was different. This one was more tender, sweeter, more-dare she say it?-loving. She shifted against his body, feeling his arousal nudging her from between his legs. She smirked at him, capturing it in her hand. Havoc blushed slightly. She caressed it between her hands, gauging his reaction. He breathed out heavily, eyes closing. That was all the permission she needed. She pulled him down towards her, positioning herself beneath him. She wanted him, desperately. She wanted him to fill her, to complete her, to feel him complete. Which is why she nearly reached for her pistol when he pulled away. "Not here," he murmured. He stood up, giving Riza an eyeful. She watched him walk towards the front door, lock it, and come back to the couch. He bent over slightly, and picked up her up in his arms. She allowed herself to be lifted, but wasn't prepared to be swung over his shoulder. She smacked at his back. This was a VERY undignified position to be in, with everything below the waist exposed. She wasn't completely sure he could see, but that was besides the point. Havoc ignored her ineffectual blows as he strode purposefully towards Riza's bedroom. He flicked on the lights. Havoc wickedly stood before the mirror in her room. "Well, look at this," he sang, using the hand not holding her up to caresss her buttocks. "Jean!" Riza cried in embarrassment. She craned her head to try and see behind her, but the angle was wrong. His hand wandered her behind to slip inside of her womanhood, but that did nohing but earn him a crack in the back of the head. "Ow!" Finally, Havoc laid her on the bed. He moved away from her to go turn out the lights but Riza caught his wrist. "Leave them on." He slid into the bed besides her. Riza kissed him gently, which knocked out all inhibitions. Havoc became enveloped in a kissing frenzy. At long last, Havoc found himself on top of her, his own arousal nestled against her heat. Riza's cinnamon eyes gazed longingly into cerulean ones, and this was all the permission Havoc needed. He pressed against her, and she spread her legs wider to allow him entry. He slipped inside her in one swift movement, and Riza cried out at the sudden displacement between her legs, a combination of discomfort and pleasure. She gripped at whatever she could..his hair, hjs shoulders, his back. Jean hissed in pleasure as he felt her nails dig into his flesh. His movements became more erratic, and he felt himself coming close to released. He wasn't going to come without her though. He started moving faster, harder, hearing Riza's cries mingled with his own. He felt Riza tighten around his cock, and he knew she was there. He allowed himself to come, and then fell, panting against her. Riza felt him pull out from between her legs, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. She snuggled against him, and he kissed her hair. "You know," she mumbled sleepily, "this is the second night I didn't get my work done." Havoc laughed dryly. He could have done without that reminder that Riza, that his Riza, had slept with the Colonel. Riza was about to fall asleep when Havoc looked down at her with a face full of seriousness and asked her the one question she'd dreaded. "Where do we go from here?" ** Bright and early, Ed stormed out of the dorms towards headquarters, for his second meeting with Mustang.. Information gathering? Not his department! Shouldn't that be up to Investigations? In his pocket he toyed with his watch. An alchemist? Unfortunately, he wasn't paying attention and smacked directly into Al, who stood near the dorms like a sentry. At the same time, on top of the sounds of metal, hitting metal, Ed heard a distinct "mew!" "Ow!" he cried, rubbing his flesh arm. "Sorry, Brother," Al said apologetically. His hands moved to his stomach cavity, and Ed's suspicions grew. "What's that you have in there?" Ed demanded. He reached out to knock on his brother's chest, but Al backed away. "Brother! Don't you have any respect for privacy?" He cried shrilly. Ed stared, bewildered. "Al, you're a suit of armor. You have no private parts...at least I don't think so." He shook his head to rid himself of those mental images. "Anyway, I know you have another cat in there!" "Please! Let me keep it!" Alphonse pleaded. He tugged on his chest plate to reveal the ginger kitten nestled there. He delicately lifted it out with more care then Ed usually saw. He also saw a rust-colored mat of blood on the animal's hindquater. "He's hurt!" Al cired, with tears in his voice. "If I leave it something will attack it, or worse!" It was kind of cute, Ed had to admit. He started to reach out to pet it, but stopped himself. All he needed to do was show affection to it and Al would really keep it. He sighed heavily. "I'm sorry it's hurt, Al." He searched for a solution that would pacify his brother, and get the cat off his hands. "Here," he suggested. "We'll take up to to Fuery. He's good with animals, and he can clean it up a little, all right?" ** Riza strode across the lobby to the lifts upstairs, leaving Havoc smoking his third cigarette of the day up front. "Hey, wait!" Riza turned to find Havoc darting across the room to join her. "The least you can do is hold the lift for me." Riza regarded him with curiousity. "Will do, Second Lieutenant." As the lift doors shut behind them, Riza felt his hand on her waist, pulling her towards him. "Jean!" she hissed. He caught her wrists and smirked at her. "We have time for a quick kiss, we still have four floors." With that, he pulled her close and captured her mouth on his. They quite forgot they only had four floors to go. When at last the bell went off, the doors slid open to reveal Jean holding Riza against the wall, his lips on hers in a kiss that was more then passionate. Unfortunately for both of them, they had an audience. They jerked apart when the shadow of Colonel Roy Mustang filled the small lift. Both of them paled considerably and they offered weak salutes. Roy was filled with such a rage it took all his self control not to lose his temper. He was this close to turning Havoc into a pile of ash on the floor. Instead he did what he did best. He gave orders. "Lieutenant Hawkeye, I need you in my office. Now. The Major is coming for a conference with me regarding his orders from yesterday." Riza swallowed. "Yes, Sir." "Second Lieutenant Havoc." Roy paused. He needed Havoc out of his sight. Now. "You will be going over to Investigations to obtain files that Private Sciezka may have gathered. She had my orders." "Yes, sir!" Roy pushed past both of them towards the lift, the door shutting besides him. Riza and Havoc walked to their respective places, despite the barrage of questions, comments, and congratulations issued by their compatriots. For a brief moment, Havoc allowed his eyes to linger on hers and they knew they both shared the feeling that the world had come to an end.