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Chapter 3- Chilly Nights
Out in the desert, once the sun went down for the night a flip switched. It would go from 38 degree days to 2 degree nights, with some nights reaching below zero. Riza stood near one of the many outdoor fires they had going, her uniform jacket wrapped loosely around her shoulders. For once, Roy wasn’t right by her side, having gone to bed a few minutes earlier.She could feel Scar’s eyes on her back. Her awareness of Scar was so finely tuned after more than a week of the constant tension between them. He called to her like a beacon, and she could feel rather than see him leave the shadow of a building he’d been hiding and in behind her. She felt him shifting behind her, stalking closer slowly, like a cat stalking its pray. Like he had stalked countless state alchemists after the war. This was what those men had seen and felt right before they died. Scar came up by her side. The gap of space between them was suddenly scorching her with its heat, warmer than the fire before her. Riza shivered with the flush of pleasure the heat brought, her cheeks tinged pink. Scar was eyeing her sidelong, his gaze unashamed as it flickered up and down from her face to her body and back again.
“It gets cold so cold at night.” Riza said softly, turning her head slightly to watch Scar’s face. He frowned a little and nodded, the barest hint of movement. “How do you Ishvalans deal with it?” Scar half turned towards her, his eyes fixed on hers. Riza licked her lips nervously. Her heart was fluttering in her chest and she felt like she couldn’t breathe.
“In the cold, it can help to have another person to warm you up. Share body heat.” Scar said this almost blankly, no inflection on any one word or phrase. There was no descernable emotion in his voice. The look on his face told it all. That look was hungry. Riza shivered again. “It could be worth a try.” Riza stepped back from the fire. She took a few steps toward her building. She turned back and saw that Scar was still standing by the fire, his eyes on her retreating form. She raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you coming?”
Scar’s eyes narrowed at her. After a moment he nodded and followed.
Riza walked straight back to her room. She walked into her room and held the door open for Scar. She had barely shut it behind him before he had grabbed her by the waist, turning her around and slamming her back against the door with an almost painful thump. His lips were on hers instantly, forceful and demanding. Scar pressed his body against hers, crowding her. He was so much taller than she was and so much broader. Her hands clutched his biceps helplessly as his tongue violated her mouth and his knee forced it’s way between her thighs, pressing against her so hard she nearly lost her balance. One of Scar’s hands tangled itself in Riza’s hair, pulling her head back for a better angle, the other clutched at her hip, pushing her pelvis to grind against his thigh. Scar gripped her bottom lip between his teeth and then yanked her head back by her hair. The dual pain of her lip and scalp combined with the steady pressure on her core made Riza moan, barely louder than an exhale. Any sound she made louder than that would be heard by anyone in the next room. Roy to her left and Fuery to her right. Riza didn’t have a chance to dwell on that thought as Scar released her lip and pulled her head back even further to start on her neck. He bit and suckled at her neck until Riza was squirming, the pressure between her legs building but it wasn’t enough yet, not nearly enough. The hand on her hip slid up over her stomach and started to undo her belt with a practiced ease. When he had pulled her belt free, he backed away suddenly. The loss of his weight pressing her into the wall made Riza stumble forward a bit. He held her belt in one and and tapped it idly against his palm as he slowly backed up and sat on Riza’s bed. The gentle slap of the leather hitting flesh made goosebumps rise up on Riza’s skin. She watched the movement of his hand as if hypnotized and found herself flinching with each thwack of leather and skin. “Take your clothes off.”
Riza shrugged her jacket off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time, looking up between each button to measure Scar’s reaction to each inch of unveiled skin. His breathing hitched when the expanse between her breasts was revealed, he spread his legs a little when she got to her belly button. When her shirt was loose and unbuttoned, Riza started to ease her pants down over her hips, gyrating as she did so. On the next swing, the belt missed Scar’s palm. Riza stood before Scar wearing a pair of plain black panties, white bra, and loose white button up shirt. She slowly slipped the black panties down her thighs and stepped out of them. Scar put down her belt on the bed next to him and raised an eyebrow at her. “This is all that comes off.” Riza said quietly.
Scar nodded and held out a hand to her. Riza sipped her hand into his and let him pull her onto his lap. Scar was still wearing all of his clothes, a fair of loose pants, shirt and robe, all in white. Her bare vulva brushed against his bulge and she shivered in pleasure. Scar’s hands immediately went to her ass, taking one cheek in each palm. His dark red eyes stared into hers, their lips just barely brushing as she ground against him, panting into his mouth. Even just this after such a long dry spell, after so much time teasing, was too much. Riza tried to hang on, tried to keep from falling over the edge but it was over far too quickly. She was cumming, soaking the fabric between them as she bit Scar’s lip to keep from crying out.
Riza hadn’t come done from her orgasm yet when Scar lifted her effortlessly, standing with her legs hooked around his thick waist, turning sharply and dropping her on the bed. She fells with a gasp and quickly scooted up the mattress. Scar just yanked her back down by the ankles until her legs were dangling over the edge of the mattress. He bent her legs at the knees and placed them on the edge of the bed, spreading herself out below his gaze. Scar’s face didn’t change much as he looked down at her. He took a step back as his gaze swept over her. Her messy blonde hair spread out on the bed above her, her bright shiny brown eyes and flushed cheeks, her red, swollen lips bleeding from their rough treatment. The shirt bunched underneath her back and her breasts nrealy falling out of her white cotton bra. Her toned stomach and the spread of her thighs and the blonde hair and pink flesh between them.
Scar began to strip himself, quickly, no movement was lost or wasted. Soon he was fully naked before her. His skin was dark all over, uniform. He was muscular but lean, he had more definition than he had bulk. The tattoos on his arms The happy trail that started at his belly button and lead the way down his six pack was as white as the hair on his head. The hair around the base of his cock and over his balls was a darker, wiry sort of gray. He was… big. Not the biggest Riza had ever had, not even close, but he was significantly larger than average. Riza’s eyes were fixed on his cock, which was more than half erect. Scar reached a hand down and slowly stroked himself as she watched, leaning up on her elbows. He was uncircumcised, and Riza watched as his foreskin covered the dark purple head before pulling back to reveal it. Riza licked her lips as the desire to taste him almost overwhelmed her. She felt dizzy with it. When a bead of precum formed at the tip he pulled his hand away and advanced on her. Scar pulled her legs even farther apart, roughly, his fingers so tight on her ankles that she thought it might bruise her skin. He stood before the bed, snug between her legs, and pressed one hand flat on her belly, right over her belly button, holding her there, anchoring her. With the other hand, he teased her folds with the tip of his penis until her hips started to buck, trying to catch him and pull him inside. He pressed down harder on her lower belly and pulled his hips away until she stilled underneath him. He repeated the action until a whine built up in Riza’s throat.
“Tell me you need it.” Scar said the fourth time he pulled away. “Beg me to fuck you.” Riza didn’t even stop to think about it. “Please.” She begged under her breath. “Please, please fuck me. Please put your big, thick cock inside me and fuck me until I can’t walk.”
Scar pushed his entire length inside her in one smooth motion. Riza screwed her eyes shut at the burning sensation. She was more than wet enough but she usually had her lovers stretch her out a bit first, with one, then two, then three fingers before sex. She usually insisted on oral and preferred to be on top where she could control the pace. There was something intoxicating about how out of control Scar made her feel. His fingers bruised her hips as he held them in place and began to thrust into her, fast and hard, their skin slapping together obscenly in the quiet room. She was panting, each breath almost a moan as he bent over her and took one nipple in his mouth. Scar sucked the very tip of her nipple and out of his mouth roughly, her skin scraping against his front teeth with each motion. Her nipple was on fire and her pussy squeezed down on the invading cock with each motion. He took his hands off her hips and used one to hold up his weight, the other wrapping one leg around his hips to deepen the angle.
With each thrust, he was rubbing against her g-spot making her melt underneath him. When he thrust particularly hard or deep he hit her cervix, causing a twinge of pain that the brush against her g-spot instantly erased. She was getting closer and closer to another orgasm and started to bite the heel of her hand to keep from screaming. He released her nipple and stopped, deep inside her, right before she reahced her peak. Her vaginal walls spasmed in protest and whined a little. Scar brushed the stray hair out of her eyes and bend down again, covering her body with his. Riza wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he began to grind into her, moving in small circular motions. She felt Scar’s lips on her neck, kissing along the side of her throat again. He was lipping, licking, and gently biting the scar on her neck from that awful day underneath Central. He licked and nibbled at the scar tissue as he continued to grind into her, the friction driving her wild with need. Everytime she moved even a little bit to try to urge him to go faster, harder, deeper, to try to drag her nipples across his chest or her clit through the pubic hair at the base of his cock, he would stop moving and bite her harder in a silent repremand. The pain of his teeth did nothing to discourage her pleasure seeking, instead it egged her on. She felt the tender skin sorrounding her scar break beneath his teeth when she tried to buck her hips up and dislodge his weight from her body.
Scar pushed himself up with a single hand on her sternum. He started to pund into her again, making her body move up and down on the bed. Her breasts were bouncing inside her bra with each thrust as Scar continued to hold her down. She tried to push against his hand and found that even if she struggled, between his hips pinning hers and the hand on her chest, she couldn’t sit up even if she wanted to. She could buck and fight but she’d be powerless to stop Scar if she wanted to. Those red eyes that were trained on hers had been the last thing so many people had seen before he’d blown them to bits. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she moaned, adding to the cacophony that the movement of their bodies and the creaking of the bed created. Scar wasn’t even panting from the effort, but movving at a punishing pace with ease. Riza put a hand down between their bodies, her fingers desperately seeking her clit. She was so, so close, she just needed a little more to get herself there. Scar slapped her hand away before it had found its goal, catching her wrist in his grip and pinning it down on the bed. He didn’t stop fucking into her as he held her arm down with a grip tight enough to bruise. His other hand moved from her sternum to her throat, easily circling it with his broad palm. Riza’s neck was still wet with Scar’s saliva and he slipped a little before he was able to get traction. He pressed down on her neck a little harder, making Riza’s gasping breaths stutter in her throat. A dark shadow crossed Scar’s face as he slowly and steadily increased the pressure. Riza’s eyes widened as her oxygen flow was slowly and methodically cut off. She realized the position she had put herself in and the man she had put herself in it with. He was so much bigger, and stronger than she was, and he had no moral reservations about killing when it suited him. She was helpless beneath him as he choked her with one hand and fucked her ruthlessly. Riza felt her heart rate pick up and her pussy clench again. Her orgasm was imminent. Scar pressed down harder and Riza wasn’t getting enough air. She couldn’t swallow and she felt her mouth watering, spittle dribbling over her lips. Her fingers on the hand that was pinned beside her head had gone numb. Her mouth was open as she tried to suck in air. Her free hand wrapped around the wrist of the hand on her throat, fingernails digging in. Scar had more than every reason to want her dead and here he had the perfect opportunity to kill her. Her vision was going black but her eyes were fixed on the arm of the hand choking the life out of her. This was the deconstruction arm, the one he could kill with at will.
Riza’s pleasure intensified until her vision exploded into fireworks. If she’d had any breath left she would have screamed in pleasure as every nerve in her body caught fire. The moment she started to cum Scar released her throat and her lungs flooded with much needed air. He collapsed on top of her, his thrusting turning erratic and rhythmless. She felt his teeth clamp down onto her jaw and break skin, she felt blood start to drip down her neck at the same moment she felt Scar’s cock twitching inside her as he gave one final thrust in her oversensitive cunt and came.They lay still, panting together as they came down. Now that they were done, Riza no longer felt hot. She was freezing as the sweat and other bodily fluids cooled on her skin. Her wrists, ankles, and throat hurt, she was sure the bite on her jaw was bleeding, if barely. When Scar got off of her and pulled his soft cock out of her abused cunt it made a squelching noise. She ached and not exactly in a good way. There were tears streaming down her cheeks that she hadn’t been aware of and as Scar started to wipe his body down with his discarded shirt she pulled her knees to her chest, rolled ober on her side, and wiped at the tears still streaming from the corners of her eyes. They had been far, far too loud. There was no way that Roy had not heard them, no way that he had slept through that. Riza’s body flooded with shame, despite the fact that she was still tingling from her orgasm. She hated this side of herself, the slut who let any warm body have their way with her. Roy would be disgusted with her if he knew, he would be betrayed because Riza was willing to fuck anyone who came along but she had never fucked him. Scar put his pants back on and left her room. Riza stayed curled in the fetal position. She wasn’t sure what else she had been expecting. In fact, she had chosen Scar because she specifically wanted someone who would not catch feelings for her the way her one-night stands often did. He knew that Riza would never be emotionally available, he had to know that, and he hadn’t cared.
So Riza was more than a little surprised when he returned with a bucket of warm water, a washcloth, and a canteen. He sat on the bed next to her and rolled her onto her back to wash the sweat and tears from her face. He wasn’t gentle or kind, but businesslike as he washed her face, her neck, her body, between her legs. He didn’t really say anything as he worked, moving her limbs for her as he cleaned her up. He kept his eyes focused on his task. When she was as clean as she would get without a shower, Scar helped her sit up and held the canteen to her bruised and bloody lips and made her drink even though her throat protested the action. She coughed when he pulled the bottle away. “I can heal the cuts and make the bruises go away.” Scar said as she pulled her legs in to sit criss-cross and started to finger comb her tangled hair. Scar did not look at her face. “It may still hurt a bit after I’m done, I can’t fully heal bruises but a few more days and you’ll be fine.” Riza nodded and he touched her with the reconstruction hand. The alchemy tingled as her skin knitted together and the bruises faded.Riza got off her bed and found a small mirror. In the low light of the room she was able to see that her skin now looked unblemished. She cleared her throat and then said in a still hoarse voice “Thank you.”
Scar put his robe back on and shoved his soiled shirt into his waistband. He nodded once and then left again. Riza curled back up on the bed, the sheets sticking to her skin and pulled her blankets over her naked body. She did not fall asleep.