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Playing with Fire	By : Liera_Quinn Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 792 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Playing with Fire
- 1
Can you ever really know someone? The Zephyr Alchemist, Inaara Kasun wondered as she cleaned Maes Hughes’ apartment. She had stolen an incredibly old shirt of his, since her boxes of her own clothes were still missing. She had used some of her state alchemist fund to buy clothes for work, but had somehow forgotten pajamas. She was cleaning as a thank you for letting her stay with him; Maes had been a friend since she had first came to Central to be a state alchemist. She was under the command of the famous (or infamous) Colonel Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist, and had been for six months. She had been nervous and self conscious at first; he was a first class alchemist, and although she was unique herself, she had felt intimidated by him for the first couple months. After that, work had fallen into a pattern, and she got used to seeing him on a daily basis. She had learned his habits, and they’d fallen into an easy working relationship. She sometimes thought he was checking out her ass in her leather, which after listening to office gossip, she wasn’t shocked by. But he had a habit of surprising her. Like the night he walked her home when Hughes was working late, or the afternoon he invited her to lunch with himself, Major Armstrong and Hughes. Other days, she was just another subordinate. She figured she wouldn’t ever quite pin him down, but she enjoyed working with him. He never budged into her alchemical research, only asked for an update. She had received praise from him for her increasing capability to manipulate air, and had went into the weekend feeling pleased.

The phone rang about six. Zephyr dried her hands after doing the last bit of dishes. “Hughes and Nasim residence, Inaara speaking.”

“You should just change your last name to Hughes and claim to be my long lost sister,’” Maes teased. She laughed.

“Lemme guess, you’re working late and don’t wait up?” she asked, slightly disappointed.

“You guessed it, little girl. You’ll be alright alone?”

“Of course, Maes. I’m not a child, and I’m not a state alchemist for no reason.”

“Alright, well, have a good night. I’ll be home late.”

“Goodnight, Maes. Don’t work yourself to death.” She placed the phone back in its cradled, and looked around the house. She didn’t have many friends here, mostly the officers around the office. Havoc made her feel awkward, and Hawkeye seemed to live at the Colonel’s side until they went home for the evening. She sighed a little, and decided to pop the bottle of wine she had gotten when she went grocery shopping. She showered, and pulled a clean shirt of Hughes’ back on, tossing the cleaning one in her dirty clothes to wash later. She grabbed one of her alchemy research books that she hadn’t read yet, a glass of wine and settled on the couch.

There was a knock on the door about an hour and three glasses of wine later. Confused, Zephyr put down her book and peaked out the peephole in the door. She was greeted with the sight of her commanding officer.

“Uh...just a minute!” she called, dashing to her room. She had no pants to speak of that were clean, and cursed as she pulled up a pair of denim cutoff shorts, which clearly showed off her fully automail leg. Her black hair was simply impossible to tame in the short time she had, so she ran a brush through it quickly and left it down. She pulled her glasses onto her face, to hide her red Ishvalen eyes that she had always been self conscious about, and open the door.

“Colonel. What can I do for you, sir?” she asked politely. Roy seemed surprised to see her.

“Zephyr. I came to see Hughes, we’re supposed to go out for drinks.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir. He’s working late.”

Roy cursed a little. “He didn’t call. Could’ve used the drink tonight.”

“I have a bottle of wine,” Zephyr said, before she could really think of what she was saying. Roy raised an eyebrow a little. “W-would you like to come in?”

Roy stood there for a minute, then grinned. “Yes, I would.” Zephyr stepped back to let him in.

“Make yourself at home. I’ll get you a glass.” She walked to the kitchen, feeling Roy’s eyes on her back.

Roy had been in Hughes’ apartment several times, but had never seen it so clean. He draped his jacket over the back of the armchair before settling onto the couch. He watched Zephyr walk to the kitchen, taking in her curves and smiling. I knew it was automail, he thought. He wondered about it before, but had never asked her. She was always in pants, even on hot days, and he had found that odd. Now he had his answer. She returned with his glass, and filled it as she sat on the other edge of the couch.

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, each sipping wine. She noticed his eyes on her, and suddenly felt very conscious of just how short her shorts really were. Roy broke the silence first.

“Zephyr, would you do something for me?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Take off your glasses.” Zephyr started to sputter a hurried no, but Roy cut her off. “I’ve seen your file, Zephyr, I know. Please? The glasses hide you, and you’re too beautiful to hide.”Zephyr flushed a deep magenta, and watched a true smile spread over Roy’s face as she slowly took her dark glasses up and looked at him.

“There, see? Gorgeous.” Zephyr smiled at him, feeling truly comfortable in her skin for once. They made small talk, discussing work and their alchemy. Then they got into deeper topics; the accident that took Zephyr’s leg, the Ishval conflict and the bad blood there still was. He asked her why she joined the military, and she described growing up in the poorer part of Liore. They talked for nearly two hours, emptying the wine bottle in that time. Once Zephyr noticed the bottle was empty, she broke the reverie that had fallen over them while they were talking. She finally noticed that over the course of their conversations, they had moved closer and closer together, until now where their legs were touching. She wet her lips a little, looking at the clock.

“It’s late...” she started, but didn’t get to finish. Roy had lunged forward, and covered her mouth with his. Shock surged through her body, temporarily stunning her, but she quickly melted into the kiss.

Roy wrapped his arms around Zephyr as she responded to his kiss, pulling her onto his lap. He hadn’t been able to stand it anymore; everything about her heated him up. In the office, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her, and was grateful he had years of practice of covertly watching people. Then there were the frenzied fantasies that usually woke him from sleep, hot and aching. She lit a fire in him, and that was why he had came to the apartment. He’d known damn well Hughes was working, he just had to know. And now here she was, running her hands through his hair as they kissed.

“How..long..?” she asked through kisses as he laid her back onto the couch.

“Since the day you walked into my office, wearing that infuriatingly tight outfit,” he practically growled, nipping her neck. She hissed and curved into him, wanting more. He returned to kissing her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. The novel way she was moving her tongue against his set a new blaze in him. He settled his body between her legs, letting her feel the growth in his groin. She moaned in his mouth, the lump firing her up even more. His hands began to travel up her side, under her shirt to her uncovered breast. He grinned as he began to massage her right breast, causing her to moan lightly.

“I knew you weren’t wearing a bra,” he chuckled and she smiled.

“I hadn’t planned on company,” she responded before he lightly pinched her nipple, effectively ceasing any more conversation. He let her up briefly to pull the shirt over her head and toss it aside. His teeth grazed her left nipple as he continued to roll her right in his hands. She whimpered in pleasure, gripping his hair in her hands. His uniform scratched against her bare stomach, so she began pulling on his jacket. He sat up to allow her to remove it. Her eyes raked over his bare chest, as she ran her hands over the toned ab muscles. He pushed her back down, and reached for the button on her shorts. She lifted herself to allow him to pull them off, leaving her in just her red silk panties. He bit his lip, looking over her laying prone before him. He dropped his uniform pants, revealing simple black boxers. He lay over her again, not getting enough of the feel of her tongue in his mouth. He marveled at the way the cool automail of her left leg offset the heat of the rest of her, while she wondered at how he didn’t pull away from it. She dug her nails into his back as she ground her hips against him, trying to show him how bad she wanted him. Roy chuckled, pulling back to look into her eyes.

“You’re incredibly wet,” commented. She nodded, a flush rising to her cheeks. He brushed his hand against her cheek, and down her neck. “Am I that desirable?” he questioned, his voice a husky whisper.

“Yes, even more because you don’t pull away,” she responded, grazing her nails down his spine. He shuddered at the sensation; he’d always been a bit of masochist, and she’d picked up on that somehow. She knew just how deep to dig her nails, how hard or how light to scratch. With a low growl, he ripped the side of her panties, revealing her wet pussy. She pouted a little.

“Those were my favorite,” she said, as he lowered his head.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he responded, before latching onto her clit and sucking for all he was worth. The effect was exactly what he wanted. Her hips bucked up and a screech tore from her throat.

“Colonel!” she cried out, pulling at his hair as he continued to assault her with his tongue. Her cunt was growing even more wet, spurring him on, but not to bring her to orgasm. Her clit was released as he decided he couldn’t wait anymore.

“Mmmm,” he moaned as he slid himself up her body, removing his boxers to free his throbbing erection. “I like how that sounds,” he whispered in a low tone, his lips right against her ear. He took her lobe between his teeth, gently biting down. “But I want to hear my name, not my title,” he grunted as he plunged into her.

“Roy!” She cried out. He was bigger than she had anticipated, and there was slight pain with his abrupt entrance. A few thrusts, however, and that pain was erased, completely replaced with overwhelming pleasure. He definitely knew what he was doing, setting a steady pace that hit her just in the right way. She rocked her hips with him, relishing the feeling of him inside her, moaning his name and crying out when he hit an especially sensitive area.

“Gods, you’re tight,” he groaned. He was certainly having a hard time focusing on not cumming too quickly, she felt so good. She formed to him exactly, it felt to him. And the slick of her juices just made it more like heaven, better than he’d fantasized. With the fog of ecstasy descended on her mind, she had no quip to answer with. She felt her orgasm start to build, and she urged him into a quicker pace.

“Harder, please,” she begged breathlessly. Wordlessly, their pace quickened. He thrust harder into her, in control again, and she dug her nails in as he sent her over into blissful oblivion. She screamed out his name as waves of pleasure washed through her, making her see colors. He grunted, struggling with himself.

Come on, Mustang, don’t cum now. Her orgasm was making that hard. The muscles tightening around his member were urging him to release himself. As she came down, he slid out of her. She looked up at him quizzically, a slight frown on her face. He smiled sincerely down at her.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet, my beauty. I want to make sure you can’t walk tomorrow,” he said as he helped her to her feet. Still confused, she went with him willingly enough. He guided her to the arm of the couch, then faced her away from him. Still not completely in control, he didn’t enter her right away. Instead, he bent her over the arm of the couch and thrust two fingers inside of her. The new angle quickly excited her; it was a position she’d never been put in before. He bit down on her back as he pumped his fingers inside her, bringing her to orgasm again quickly.

“I need you,” she moaned. She had never felt so divine, and she was eager to feel him inside her in this angle. Unable to resist her seductive tone, Roy slid back into her, moaning her name as he did. He grabbed a chunk of her hair and twirled it over his hand before making a fist and pulling lightly as he began to ride her. Her orgasm crashed into her quickly, a near explosion of sensation, the new angle sparking her in ways she’d never felt before. His name echoed through the apartment as he continued to pound into her, causing her to scream and claw the couch. Roy slammed into Zephyr harder and faster, unable to contain himself anymore. They cried out together, both reaching their peak in one quick thrust from Roy. He collapsed onto Zephyr’s back, as she went limp. Their heavy panting was the only sound for nearly five minutes, until Roy felt his legs would support him. He lifted Zephyr off the couch and carried her to her bed, then returned to pick up their clothes they’d strewn across the floor. He dumped them into a pile as he closed her door. Still encapsulated by waves ecstasy, she had just limply rolled over. Roy slid up behind her and pulled her to him. She sighed happily, then asked, “What do we do on Monday?”

“Monday I send everyone home and I fuck you on every surface I ever fantasized about,” he said lazily. The fire had burned down to glowing embers, but he knew he’d never be rid of, or want to be rid of, his desire for her. She laughed sleepily.

“Honestly, Roy.”

“Honestly, we’re not going to worry or fuss. We’re going to sleep, then I’m going to take in you in the morning.”

And Zephyr learned Roy Mustang keeps his word.
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