Touch
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
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Category:
Fullmetal Alchemist › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,500
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Full Metal Alchemist, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Touch
Disclaimer: I have no permission to use these names, but I do so with the utmost respect. You should too.
I don’t watch the Fullmetal anime, but I love the manga! I adore this pairing, and will take any excuse to write it.
*Touch*
Riza Hawkeye wakes up, still in a haze of sex and sleep. Looking around her small bedroom she can see the evidence of their passion. She shivers, and looks to see that the covers are pulled off her, and his hands are languidly tracing her curves.
“What are you doing?” she asks, a little more sharply than she would have liked, but he’s moved to her ribs and the way he’s looking at here is making her uncomfortable even as it warms her.
“I want to touch you,” he says simply.
She smiles, remembering. “You didn’t get enough last time?”
“No,” his eyes meet hers, and she shivers at the look in them. “Besides….I want to touch you everywhere that you won’t let me.”
“I think I let you touch me everywhere…” she murmurs; her nipples are still aching from his forceful handling, and she feels as if she’s been grasped within an inch of her life. Her hips still bear the marks of his fingers, left from the force of his hold as he climaxed. Despite all this, the feeling of his skin on hers is still erotic enough to make her gasp when he slides his hand down her stomach to her thighs.
He laughs huskily, as his rough fingers continue to stoke her skin. His hands are so big, and so very, very capable of handling any weapon, any vehicle, any woman. She feels herself tingling at the thought of the way his arms held her just hours ago. At the way he touched her, and moved with her until she came again and again.
“Not here,” he says, touching the back of her knee.
“Or here,” he moves to her sternum, pressing down.
“Or here….”
She stiffens as he wraps his hand around her neck. The contact is uncomfortable and frightening, but his hand is relaxed. He senses her fear, and moves his hand, gently running it up and down her long white neck. She can hear him breathe softly into her ear.
“Sorry…” He bends down to kiss her, using a finger to tip her face up to his. As they kiss, he strokes a finger down her body, touching each rib, and running along her side. She moans as he reaches the apex of her legs, dancing around her already wet center.
He smells like sex and smoke, and as he teases her she can feel him getting hard again. She spreads her legs, expecting his fingers to dip inside her, but he moves his hand away, sliding up her legs to her hipbones instead. She whimpers, and he smiles into their kiss. Breaking away, he sits up to look at her; she can feel his eyes running over her, burning with the lust that had made their lovemaking so exciting just hours ago. She shivers in anticipation, looking up at him. His body is firm and well-muscled, and so unlike hers that she suddenly feels the need to touch him in all the places he would never let her. She reaches a finger up to his face and traces his eyebrow. His steel blue eyes never leave hers as he catches her wrist in his hand and kisses it gently.
Perhaps he sees the answering passion in her eyes, or maybe it is the way that she’s shamelessly presenting her body to him; offering him a gift. Whatever it is, she finds herself suddenly pulled against his hard, male body. He enters her, and she almost cries out in relief. It’s as if her body has been waiting for this moment for years. As they move together again she wraps her long legs around his waist and lets herself go. She feels small and frail and protected, and for once in her life, she doesn’t fight the feeling. She knows that this man knows and respects her as a soldier, but wants her as woman.
Here, with Jean Havoc she can relax.
I don’t watch the Fullmetal anime, but I love the manga! I adore this pairing, and will take any excuse to write it.
*Touch*
Riza Hawkeye wakes up, still in a haze of sex and sleep. Looking around her small bedroom she can see the evidence of their passion. She shivers, and looks to see that the covers are pulled off her, and his hands are languidly tracing her curves.
“What are you doing?” she asks, a little more sharply than she would have liked, but he’s moved to her ribs and the way he’s looking at here is making her uncomfortable even as it warms her.
“I want to touch you,” he says simply.
She smiles, remembering. “You didn’t get enough last time?”
“No,” his eyes meet hers, and she shivers at the look in them. “Besides….I want to touch you everywhere that you won’t let me.”
“I think I let you touch me everywhere…” she murmurs; her nipples are still aching from his forceful handling, and she feels as if she’s been grasped within an inch of her life. Her hips still bear the marks of his fingers, left from the force of his hold as he climaxed. Despite all this, the feeling of his skin on hers is still erotic enough to make her gasp when he slides his hand down her stomach to her thighs.
He laughs huskily, as his rough fingers continue to stoke her skin. His hands are so big, and so very, very capable of handling any weapon, any vehicle, any woman. She feels herself tingling at the thought of the way his arms held her just hours ago. At the way he touched her, and moved with her until she came again and again.
“Not here,” he says, touching the back of her knee.
“Or here,” he moves to her sternum, pressing down.
“Or here….”
She stiffens as he wraps his hand around her neck. The contact is uncomfortable and frightening, but his hand is relaxed. He senses her fear, and moves his hand, gently running it up and down her long white neck. She can hear him breathe softly into her ear.
“Sorry…” He bends down to kiss her, using a finger to tip her face up to his. As they kiss, he strokes a finger down her body, touching each rib, and running along her side. She moans as he reaches the apex of her legs, dancing around her already wet center.
He smells like sex and smoke, and as he teases her she can feel him getting hard again. She spreads her legs, expecting his fingers to dip inside her, but he moves his hand away, sliding up her legs to her hipbones instead. She whimpers, and he smiles into their kiss. Breaking away, he sits up to look at her; she can feel his eyes running over her, burning with the lust that had made their lovemaking so exciting just hours ago. She shivers in anticipation, looking up at him. His body is firm and well-muscled, and so unlike hers that she suddenly feels the need to touch him in all the places he would never let her. She reaches a finger up to his face and traces his eyebrow. His steel blue eyes never leave hers as he catches her wrist in his hand and kisses it gently.
Perhaps he sees the answering passion in her eyes, or maybe it is the way that she’s shamelessly presenting her body to him; offering him a gift. Whatever it is, she finds herself suddenly pulled against his hard, male body. He enters her, and she almost cries out in relief. It’s as if her body has been waiting for this moment for years. As they move together again she wraps her long legs around his waist and lets herself go. She feels small and frail and protected, and for once in her life, she doesn’t fight the feeling. She knows that this man knows and respects her as a soldier, but wants her as woman.
Here, with Jean Havoc she can relax.