Pretty with a Pistol

Pretty With a Pistol
Riza/Ross
My first try at yuri...please don\'t hurt me -_-;
Yeah, I don\'t own FMA...what a suprise...


Since Mustang and his staff had been transferred to Central, watching them had become the new hobby of the locals. It was obvious they had been gone a long time, and some of the younger men hadn’t even been there before. They would frequently wander around looking stupid and getting lost. One person, however, managed to stay as poised as ever. Lt. Riza Hawkeye had fallen into the local routine with her usual effortless efficiency and grace. She didn’t go unnoticed around headquarters, and, much to her dismay, turned the heads of many a male officer. And someone a bit…different. Lt. Maria Ross had changed her routine in order to run into the other woman as much as possible. Broche had noticed this and gone into a pitiful state of denial. His long time friend and crush did *not* like other women. But despite his best efforts at denying it, some things were obvious. One evening a few weeks after the transfer Ross even managed to corner Riza alone. She was getting in some target practice after a long, stressful day of putting up with Roy. She did love him, but he could be a bit much sometimes. Ross stared shamelessly at her as she hit her target with every shot, hoping she wouldn’t notice.
“Are you going to practice or just sit and watch?” Riza asked after awhile. Ross practically jumped out of her skin.
“Umm…well, I was going to, but everyone knows you’re the best shot around here…I’d probably learn more just by watching.” She hoped she wasn’t blushing too much.
“Well, if you’re going to stalk me you might as well learn something.”
The other woman’s eyes went wide. She couldn’t know!
“Stalk you? I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“Give it a rest, Lieutenant. You know, and I know, and everyone else does too. There are no secrets around here.”
“I can explain…”
“Don’t” Ross was too shocked to find Riza’s lips pressed to hers to kiss back very well. Fortunately the blond was willing to do everything, slipping her tongue into the other’s mouth. Ross reached out to undo the clip that held Riza’s hair up. She wished her hands weren’t shaking so much. Soon a long blond curtain obscured both their faces, and Riza pulled away.
“So, what do you think of that, Lt. Ross?”
“Maria, please…we’re obviously not dealing with official business.” Riza gave her something half between a smirk and a grin.
“And I’m Riza.” She pushed the other down on one of the benches that lined the practice range and unfastened her uniform jacket and shirt with surprising skill. Ross wondered who many other people she’d stripped in public. Her thoughts were quickly halted when Riza bit down on the side of her neck, hard enough to break the skin. Ross dug her nails into the other woman’s back as she licked off the little bit of blood she’d drawn. Riza stood up then, and Ross watched her every move with lust darkened eyes. The blond took a knife from her belt and cut Ross’ bra, letting the annoying garment fall to the side with her shirt and coat. She ran her tongue over the other’s breast, pausing to suck at a hard nipple. Ross moaned. Being with the obviously aggressive and dominant Riza, and doing so in a place where they were more than likely to be caught, was driving her wild. She caressed the blond’s perfect body, wishing she could see her without the bulky uniform on. Riza could have been reading her mind. She began to undo her own jacket. It slipped down her shoulders and fell to the ground, soon followed by her shirt and finally the rest of her clothes. Riza was even more beautiful now. Her long silky hair was blown about her slender form in the wind. Full red lips were set off from her light skin and hair. Ross’ pervious staring had been nothing compared to now. She tired to sit up, but Riza pushed her back.
“Just let me handle everything”
Soon she had Ross completely naked. The rough wood of the bench against her back was a complete contrast to Riza’s soft skin pressed against hers. She wrapped her arms around the other woman when they kissed, letting her hands travel down her back. Riza pulled away before Ross was totally ready. She slipped her fingers inside Ross, searching for her sweet spot. It wasn’t the first time she’d been with a woman, and she touched the other just the way she liked it. Ross cried out in surprise and pleasure when Riza licked her clit. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this hot and wet, and the wicked things Riza was doing to her were only getting her more turned on. The blond knew just how to make her orgasm, and she did so quickly. As Ross lay on the bench recovering she was vaguely aware that Riza was fingering herself. She heard her cries when she climaxed, and the next thing she knew the other was standing over her, fully dressed and looking as though nothing had happened. She pulled Ross up and helped her get dressed. Ross was still a bit shaky and found herself clinging to Riza a bit more than she wanted to. Riza wrapped her arms around the other and they turned to go inside. Maybe she should watch Riza’s target practice more often.