Rain

Disclaimer: I don’t own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the
characters from it; I just use them for my devious intent. This is
only fiction, it never happened in the story. I also only write this
for entertainment, not for profit or any other benefit for me.
Also, this story is a lemon, so those squeamish of such should
steer clear.

Summery: Hawkeye confronts Mustang after he nearly gets him
self killed charging at Scar even though his alchemy power
won’t work in the rain in episode 15. His brush with death is
enough to send Riza off to Roy’s apartment to tell him off about
how selfish he was for not caring about those he would have left
behind and how they would have to deal. It’sbasically a one-shot
Roy/Riza lemon cuz I like it like that ^.^

Rain
By: Zero Gray

Riza stared down in her cup of tea and frowned. She was having
a hard time comprehending what had occurred mere hours
beforehand. She, Colonel Mustang, and many other troops and
officers had finally caught up with the notorious serial killer,
Scar. Angered at the injury caused to his men by the murderer,
Mustang had blindly stepped forward to challenge him. As the
Flame Alchemist poised his fingers to snap he forgot one very
important detail: it was raining. His gloves would crate no spark.
He would have no flames to work with. Scar would reach him,
grab his head, and internally explode his brain as he did to the
more than a dozen or so people who had encountered him before.

As usual, Mustang was ignoring Riza’s numerous warnings to
stop and didn’t flinch as Scar began his dash towards him. At
the very last moment, Riza foot-swept Mustang, effectively
knocking him straight on his ass, and opened fire on Scar, causing
him to retreat backwards. After more shot’s from the troops
were released on him, the murderer scampered up a building and
disappeared. A chase ensued, but Scar was not found, and the
only emotional injury Mustang seemed to have suffered from the
whole ordeal was the fact that Havoc had essentially called him
“useless” in the rain. The troops were sent back to command,
much paperwork was done, and Riza retreated back to her
officer’s apartment, where she was now studying the ripples of
the drink in her teacup.

Now only one thought could circulate itself in her mind. Colonel
Roy Mustang, her commanding officer and the man she had
faithfully and dutifully aided for the past ten years had been but
a hair’s breathe awayfrom death. If she had been a little slower
on the triggeror not swift enough with her kick, Mustang could
be dead right now. She was too caught up with the adrenaline of
the moment to realize it then, but now,as he rmind worked over
the terrible possibilities, anguish tore at her insides.

Riza could only think of one thing that would calm her mind. She
slammed down her teacup and stormed out of her apartment,
roughly shutting the door behind her. She tore down the street,
covering the several blocks to her destination in record time.
Stomping up the stairs to another apartment, she banged fiercely
on the door. In a few moments, Mustang opened the door and
looked to his Lieutenant with an eyebrow raised in confusion.

“Lieutenant Hawkeye, what are you…”

His question was abruptly cut off by the hardest slap Riza could
muster. The Colonel looked at her with the most surprised
expression she’d ever seen from him.

“Damn you, Mustang! What the HELL did you think you were
doing back there!? That maniac was going to kill you! Do you
care so little for your own life that you would rush at such a
dangerous opponent without the thought that you were
alchemically powerless!? Did you even stop for one second to
think about the consequences of what you were doing!?” she
screamed in his bewildered face, barely stopping in her rant to
take a breath. Mustang’s expression changed from one of
surprise to one slightly pained.

“Did you even stop to think!? He was going to kill you! Did you
even think about the people you’d leave behind?” Riza was now
sobbing out her laments, pounding on Mustangs chest with her
fists while her tear streaked eyes locked on his cold black ones.
Forgetting all protocol, all boundaries that should and had up to
that point did exist between then, Riza grasped Mustangs
shoulders and buried her head in his chest. The Colonel was
taken off guard by the display of affection. He couldn’t quiet
figure out what to do next. Almost in a daze, he stepped back
several feet into his apartment, bringing Riza with him, and softly
closed the door. Once inside the dark room, his arms wrapped
around the woman still sobbing into his chest.

“I’m….I’m sorry,” was all he could think to say. He could offer
no explanation or excuse for what he had done. He didn’t really
know why he became so reckless himself. He just realized how
deeply affected his Lieutenant, and more than likely his other
officers, would have been by his death, and all he could feel
was remorse.

“Do you not think people would miss you!? Do you not think
people depend on you!? That they need you!?” the Lieutenant
cried into his shirt. Mustang’s jaw clenched as the pain from her
words sunk in.

“Tell me, please! After all these year’s, do you not care what
happens to me!? About what I would have done without you
here!? How little do I mean to you!?” Riza begged, her eyes
shimmering with tears. Mustang could give no response to her
plea except by smashing his lips to her’s in a desperate kiss.

Before she knew what had happened, Mustang had her body
pinned to the door, his own pressing into hers as his mouth
worked over hers in a frenzy. Riza couldn’t help but kiss back.
His lips were so soft and warm, and she had dreamed of kissing
him so often in the past. She loved him. She knew she did. Her
own shy nature and rules of protocol had prevented her from
ever attempting at anything more than what was militarily
acceptable with her commanding officer. She knew she should
stop. Both because she knew what they were doing was wrong
in the eyes of the army, and that she was near sure that after
they pulled away she would get nothing from Mustang but
awkward regret and a sorely broken heart. However, the pleasure
his mouth was giving her now and her need to feel it continue
kept her mouth attached to his.

Riza felt his tongue trace the line between her lips and the
sensation made her part them. Mustang took this opportunity to
slip his tongue into her mouth and gently stroke hers. The
Lieutenant’s knees were buckling. The passion was overwhelming
and her legs were threatening to give out under her. Mustang
sensed her predicament and helped ease them down into a
kneeling position, their bodies no less connected. Riza swirled
and danced her tongue around his, learning and memorizing his
taste. Her hands came up to tangle in his soft, black hair and his
arms splayed across her back, drawing her even nearer to him.
Riza’s mouth was finally freed as Mustang’s sucked and nipped
his way down her neck and across her throat.

“What….what are we doing?” she asked, between gasps.

“Exactly what we want to,” Mustang replied huskily. “I’ll show
you precisely how much you mean to me Hawkeye.”

Riza could only nod as his lips sought hers out once again. Slowly,
using each other for balance, the pair stood up, lips still locked in
the same passionate embrace. Mustang pulled Riza with him as
he walked backwards down the hall. The one hand that wasn’t
wrapped around Riza felt its way along the wall till it came to a
door, which he opened. Riza felt herself being spun around and
gently urged forward by Mustang. Her legs met with some
resistance and she toppled backwards onto a soft surface, which
she realized was his bed. She moved back and reclined on a
pillow and pulled Mustang back on top of her.

His arms braced his body over hers and his mouth sought out her
neck once more, this time leaving bites hard enough to leave soft
red marks. Riza was feeling more confident by the minute and
her hands were showing it. She rubbed her fingers across his
chest and began unbuttoning his shirt. She had never seen him
shirtless before and was eager to take in what was constantly
hidden under his uniform. The dress shirt was discarded and
Riza’s hands worked over the smooth skin of his chest in earnest.
As she had predicted, the Colonel had a great body. He was lean
and toned, but not overly so. Mustang let out a sigh as Riza’s
fingers danced down his ribs, around his nipples, and across his
stomach.

Deciding Riza was moving fast enough to let on that they had the
same objective in mind, Mustang acted on his desire to see more
of her body. His finger slid their way up under her shirt and pulled
it off. It was Riza’s turn to suck on the Colonial’s neck, and she
rolled on top of him and traced her tongue around his Adam’s
apple. Mustang’s finger’s continued their work, gliding up
Hawkeye’s back and unclasping her bra strap. He pulled the
material down her arms and threw it with the rest of the clothes
on the floor. His eyes roamed over the newly exposed flesh and
his hand moved up to massage her breasts. Riza blushed but
enjoyed his touch.

Hawkeye closed her eyes and savored his touch, but was brought
abruptly to attention when she felt his warm mouth close around
a nipple and gently suck. Her hand tangled in his hair even more
as his wet tongue traced around the peak and his teeth ever so
softly nibbled at it. Riza moaned and wrapped both hands around
Mustang’s head, which was now buried in her chest.

The Colonel didn’t stay in that spot for too long, however. Just as
Hawkeye was getting used to the feeling of his mouth roaming
over her breasts, he trailed his lips down lower. She removed one
hand from the back of his head and relaxed it on the pillow above
her. The other hand she let rest gently on his scalp, following
where his head went and not really knowing its intended path.
Mustang stopped his lips on her stomach to trace his tongue
around and dip into her belly button. The sensation tickled and
was pleasurable at the same time and Riza enjoyed the feeling.

Mustang’s hands slid down her sides and settled on the front of
her pants. His fingers worked open the button and slid down the
zipper. He slowly tugged the material down while kissing her
lower belly. She lifted her hips and aided him the in the process.
The pants became one more piece on the growing pile of clothes.
His kisses on her tummy returned and his hands began to rub
over her now exposed hips. He grazed his fingers up and down
several times there before pulling on the elastic band of her
underwear above her hips. He continued tugging and she once
more lifted her body to help in the removal, though slightly more
shyly than the last time. As the last scrap of clothing hit the
ground, Riza was fully exposed to the man over her.

She blushed even more as she felt his eyes study her, but relaxed
some when she realized he was pleased with what saw. He
gently rolled her on her back to continue his ministrations. His
mouth replaced his hands on her hips and it scattered kiss all over
the region. Riza gasped as they fell further and further down the
insides of her thighs. He was so close and she couldn’t help but
want it all. His breath was hot over her arousal and she almost
cried out from it. She couldn’t contain the cry as she felt his wet
tongue slide down and up between her lips. It retreated after the
one long lick, as if to plan its next move. Riza was left breathless,
wanting more. His tongue fell between her folds once again,
eliciting another cry as it teased and tickled the tiny bundle of
nerves that was the source of all her pleasure. It traveled briskly
down again, stopping to circle and entice her entrance. It gave a
few tiny thrusts into her core and she screamed even louder than
before. Mustang moved his head up after that, careful not to push
her over the edge just yet. He stopped to lick and suck on her
neck once more, not knowing if she’d enjoy tasting herself so
heavy on his mouth and so leaving some of the essence there.

Riza’s mind was spinning from the pleasure she had just received,
but not so much so that she didn’t know what she wanted. Her
hand rubbed down his chest till it reached the front of his pants.
She moved her fingers over him lightly, but once she felt the
sizable bulge under her touch she moved to cup him. Riza moved
her palm over the hardness in Mustang’s pants several times
before deciding she wanted even closer contact. Her other hand
joined the first to undo and unzip his pants, and pull the loose
clothing off. The front of his black boxers tented considerable
and Riza could see how aroused the man now under her was. She
moved to rub him again, this time feeling even more through the
thin material of his shorts. She slid her hand over him again and
again, trying to imagine every shape and size of him. Mustang’s
eyes were squeezed shut and his breath was escaping in short
pants. A loud groan on his part signaled to Riza that he needed
more contact. She obliged, and stripped him of his shorts.

There was now no clothes separating the two’s bodies from each
other. Riza looked wide eyed at Mustang’s hardened arousal and
reached out to very gently rub the tips of her fingers down the
length. His breath hitched and Riza could tell how sensitive that
part of him was right then. Tentatively, she wrapped the rest of
her fingers around the shaft and gave it an earnest stroke.
Mustang became as vocal as he had been that evening with a
loud moan. Beginning a rhythm, Riza firmly stroked him,
experimenting with speed and grip till she found a combination
that had Mustang moaning near constantly. She liked the way he
felt in her hand and loved the fact that she was giving him
pleasure. After several minutes of pumping, Riza decided to try
something else.

Silently and swiftly moving down his body, she drew her face
near to his arousal. Dipping her tongue out, she gave a long,
languid lick from the base to the very tip of his shaft. Mustang
gasped loudly and grabbed the sheets in his hands. Liking the
reaction she got from him, Riza gave him another lick, this time
bringing her mouth down over the tip of his hardness after the
path of her tongue finished. She left it there, and began slowly
sucking on the head of his arousal, savoring the saltiness coming
from the tip. Her lips descended further down on him, till she had
all she could encased in her mouth. Mustang gasped for air as
Riza’s mouth began to move up and down on him. She worked
him over slowly for several moments before removing her lips
and moving up to nuzzle into his neck.

Mustang knew it was him move now. As gently but quickly as he
could, he pulled Riza under him. His body now assumed its original
position, hovering over her. She looked into his dark eyes and
kissed him deeply, nibbling on his bottom lips. She was ready;
she wanted what was to come. As he felt Hawkeye adjust her
hips for him, he settled between her open legs. He positioned his
arousal and ran the tip up and down between her walls several
times, stimulating her even more before he settled the tip in her
entrance. He slid in slowly, allowing her to stretch to accommodate
his length. Riza had slept with other men, but not for a long while,
and now the familiar yet distinct feeling of fullness washed over
her once more. Mustang stopped once he was fully sheathed and
assaulted Riza’s mouth with his own yet again. She tightened her
inner muscles around his length, both stimulating him and
encouraging him to move on. He pulled himself nearly all the way
out and slid back in almost instantaneously. Both Riza and Mustang
moaned and gasped as their lovemaking continued. Her legs
wrapped up around his waist and he penetrated even deep. After
many breathless, urgent, minutes, Mustang finally felt Hawkeye
tighten around him in her orgasm. He follows soon after, thrusting
deep into her and releasing. The burst of warm he released inside
of her caused her to go over the edge again, blurring her vision
and fuzzing her mind.

The two lay there catching their breath for some time, still
intimately connected and holding on to each other. Finally, once
all was calm, Mustang pulled out of Riza and lay down beside her.
She stared at the ceiling. What she had just experienced was
amazing. She had dreamed of it for years and it was more than
she ever hoped. She was still lost in the thought of it when she
felt Mustang’s warm body cover her own and his arm wrap
around her. He was softly kissing her neck and biting at her ear
and all seemed peaceful in the world. Both knew it wouldn’t
last though.

“Riza…..you know you can’t stay here tonight. You leaving in
the morning would look too suspicious,” Mustang’s voice broke
the silence that had only been punctuated by moans and gasps
before.

“I know,” she replied quietly, trying to soak up those last feelings
his body would give hers before they had to return to the real
world.

“I’m sorry, but….neither one of us can risk a court marshal,”
he said, equally as quiet. He felt Hawkeye merely nod into his
chest. “But I wish we could…You know you are important to
me?”

“Yes. I do…..now,” she said as she smiled into his chest. That
was all that was said. The two rose, put their scattered clothing
back on, and shared a final kiss before Riza walked back out
into the darkness to her own apartment. They may have shared
a great intimacy that night, but both were the same people they
always were. They would return to their lives and be, as far as
everyone else was concerned, a Colonel and his loyal Lieutenant.
Only they would know of their bond, and only they would be able
to keep it until a time when it could be more openly expressed.

As Riza neared the door to her apartment, she heard a soft clap
of thunder and rain began to softly fall on the street. She smiled
to herself because she knew that rain was how this night had
begun, and so also be how it must end.

~Well that was it. Hope you liked it, I tried to keep the characters
as in character as possible. Reviews are both welcomed and
appreciated. Bye for now.~