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Chapter 1- Heating Up
Riza was a very self aware woman. She knew she had a problem, she knew she could stop at any time, she knew she didn’t want to. She knew there were better ways to cope, but she rationalized that there were worse ways too. She wasn’t hurting anyone with her behavior, not even herself, and that was a win in her book. The only real issue was that Riza would kill herself before she let anyone she knew learn about her personal coping method. And right now, back in Ishval, her worst triggers on every side with no escape, surrounded by those who knew her best, with only the bare minimum level of privacy, she felt like she was crawling out of her skin. Everyone involved with the Ishvalan reconstruction knew her, or knew of her, everyone was no more than one or two relationships removed from her friends. So with no way to let off steam, Riza had no choice but to sit with her frustration. She did what she could herself to ease the built up pressure, but all she could do was lift the lid off the pot when what she really needed was a way to turn down the heat.
Roy’s proximity was another problem. He was the one Riza needed to keep from finding out her secrets the most out of all of her circle. But in the year and a half since the Promised Day, things had changed between them. They had always been close, the kind of closeness that can only come with knowing someone for half your life and sharing all of your worst traumas with each other, but there had been a perfectly maintained illusion of distance that they kept both with others and alone.
Since the end of the Promised Day, they now spent almost every single day together. They worked seven days a week on rebuilding Ishval. They ate breakfast together, lunch together, and most dinners as well. The only time they spent apart was while sleeping, and even then Roy was only a tent away at first, and later on the other side of the very thin walls of the hastily built crew quarters.
It had been more than six months since Riza had been able to indulge last, and she was starting to break. She was working steadily on putting together the frame of a new structure. They were still on the “building temporary structures to support us while we rebuild the city” phase of building. She was on a team of eight, with Roy and two Corporals she didn’t know, Scar, Miles, and two other Ishvalans she had only met in passing. Riza was sweating, and not just from the heat of the Ishvalan sun bearing down on her back. It was very, very hot, though it was still early morning. Roy and the other men around her were wearing all white, dressing in loose, flowing clothes. They would take their shirts off and go half naked to escape the heat, or cover up in white to escape the sun as needed. She herself couldn’t do that, the tattoo and scars would show through thin or light colored clothing with the amount of sweat she was shedding.
Riza put down her hammer and stood, walking over to the shade for a water break. She gulped down the ice cold water greedily, some spilling over her lips and down her chin. She felt a pair of eyes on her back and pulled the water bottle away from her lips with a gasp. She looked her shoulder and fully expected to see Roy watching her. He had a habit of watching her, especially when he thought she wouldn’t notice. Instead of seeing Roy’s familiar black eyes, she turned and saw red. Scar was watching her intensely. He didn’t look away or flinch when she met his gaze. Riza held his gaze for what felt like an eternity. She pulled her hair out of it’s clip and ran her hands through it, shaking it out as she did so. Scar kept watching her the whole time.
She half turned towards him, untucking her dark gray t-shirt from her white pants as did. Her eyes never left his as she moved. Very slowly, maintaining eye contact, Riza pulled up the front of her shirt, careful to pull it tightly against her back so it wouldn’t slip up too far, and wiped the sweat off of her face with it, exposing her stomach up to the bottom of her rib cage. As she wiped the sweat off her face with the damp front of her shirt, she lost eye contact for a moment. When she pulled her shirt back down his eyes darted back up to hers from where they’d been hungrily taking in her body. Even from the distance of a few yards she could she that he was breathing faster and his pulse was racing in the vein of his neck.
“Lieutenant!”
It was like a spell had been broken. Riza turned to see Roy walking up to her, wiping his hands off with a cloth. He wasn’t looking at her but scanning the horizon. She watched his long, thin fingers for a moment, her tongue darting out to wet her suddenly dry lips. “Yes, sir?”
“We’re stopping for the afternoon. It’s getting a little too hot to keep working.” Roy turned his eyes on her, running up and down her body before settling on her face. “Do you want me to braid your hair? It’ll keep it off your face and neck, but might be cooler than having it all bunched on your head.”
Riza nodded slowly. “That would be nice.” She turned around so that he could reach her hair, her eyes immediately finding Scar’s again. Riza had a feeling he hadn’t stopped staring at her the entire time. She felt Roy’s fingers in her hair, detangling it. He scratched her scalp for a moment and Riza felt her eyes slid closed against her will. She opened them again when Roy started to braid her hair, quickly and efficiently. He did a much better job than Riza could have done. Scar watched the entire time, without moving even an inch. She could feel Roy’s warmth behind her, his breath on her neck. She licked her lips again and watched as Scar seemed to mirror the action, his eyes narrowing slightly. Riza felt herself shiver. Roy flicked the end of in her face and tickled her nose with it. “All done.” He said.
When Riza turned around, Roy was only a few inches behind her. She stumbled back a few feet and coughed loudly. “I’ll see you later.” She said. “I’m going to go take a nap.”
As soon as Riza had shut herself in her room, she stripped off all of her clothes and lay on her bed. She lay under the blanket, the doors had no locks and the window was covered by a curtain, not glass or shutters. Riza closed her eyes and her left hand strayed up to her left breast. She started by rubbing it gently, until her nipple started to harden under her fingers. She tried to clear her mind and focus on what she was doing, as she started to gently pinch her nipple between her fingers. The other hand was brushing up and down on her stomach, going lower and lower with each pass.
When her fingers reached between her legs, she was already soaking wet. The hair on her mound was damp with her sweat but her labia and inner thighs were dripping with arousal instead. Her clit was swollen when her fingers found it, her hips bucking involuntarily at the friction. She put her forefinger and middle finger on either side of her clit, rolling it around in slow circles. Her left hand pinched her left nipple hard and held it until she felt her back arch off the bed.
An image came to her mind, unbidden, of Scar leaning over her, her nipple between his teeth and his hand between her legs. She felt the pressure in her abdomen rise and her vaginal walls clamped down on air. She pushed the image away, releasing her nipple and sliding her other hand down to join the first between her legs.
She slid two fingers into herself in one smooth motion, wincing at the stretch. She started rubbing her clit properly with the other hand, feeling the tingles spread out from her core, up her legs and through her belly. When she’d adjusted to the fingers inside of her, she started trusting them in and out shallowly, just barely brushing her spongy g-spot with every thrust.
Riza had to keep very still, as the cot creaked horribly and the mattress squeaked with every movement. She bit back every moan but in the quiet of the room her breathing was far, far too loud. Her hands continued working between her legs, her mind continued to force itself to keep blank.
The pleasure grew, her whole body twitching and jerking as she played with herself. Once again, her mind wandered to forbidden territory. She remembered Roy’s breath on the back of her neck, imagined his long, thin, skilled fingers working their way inside her, coaxing her apart. Unconsciously, she slowed but deepened each thrust of her fingers, as she imagined him kissing her neck and hair, his eyelashes against her cheek as he pulled his hand away and thrust inside of her.
Riza shook her head back and forth, clearing her mind again. Each time she pushed away her fantasies seemed to reset the clock on the orgasm she was so desperately seeking. When her mind supplied her with another image, this time of Scar, his head between her legs and his red eyes watching her over her bush, she embraced it. She sped up her fingers, let her hips move in small (quiet) circles as she raced towards release. Riza had to bite her lip to keep from moaning when she felt every muscle tense up. She bit down until she thought she had broken skin. Rza sighed when the spring within her released with almost painful force, waves of pleasure crashing over her again and again as she felt her pussy squeeze her fingers over and over again with a vice-like grip. Her hands kept going and so did her orgasm, as wave after wave of pleasure made her hips buck and her breathing stutter.
Finally, Riza could pull her hands away, wiping them clean on the sheets. She collapsed on the bed and tried to catch her breath. Never before had she cum so hard or so long during a solo session. Riza felt herself start to drift asleep from the sheer exhaustion brought on by her release. There were still aftershocks zinging through her body, making her squeeze her thighs together and her muscles twitch. Riza curled up on her side and into a tight ball and closed her eyes.