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Riza Hawkeye lets out a small sigh as she stands in Roy Mustang’s office, frustration simmering hot just beneath her composed exterior. Beside her, Roy scowls, his jaw tight. Today has been nothing short of a complete and utter disaster; an insurmountable pile of paperwork, a field mission gone sideways, half of their team calling out sick, and a grueling meeting with Major General Halcrow (who they both hate, but had to play nice with for a whopping two hours ). 

At last, it’s over. The clock strikes six, and the office is empty save for them. The paperwork is complete, the meetings are done, and there are no missions looming over them. Yet, the frustration lingers, heavy in the air.

Riza glances over at Roy, weighing her next move. She wonders, if she asked nicely enough, would he take her right here, right now? Not out of anything romantic or loving, but out of necessity, out of pure desire; a means to forget the day, to release the tension coiled tight in their muscles.

“Today was rough, wasn’t it, colonel?”

“That’s one hell of an understatement, lieutenant,” His voice is edged with irritation, thick with restless energy he hasn’t yet found an outlet for. 

“It’s too bad there’s no one around for us to release our frustrations with,” Riza muses- a challenge, an invitation for him to do whatever he wants to her- something that they’ve incorporated into their sex lives for days exactly like today. 

If he’s really that angry, he’ll brush her off and leave.

But, if he’s that perfect line between rage and need…

Roy lets out a sharp exhale. Then, without a moment’s hesitation, he steps closer, his gloved hand firm and possessive against the small of her back as he pulls her flush against him. 

“Let’s not play games tonight. I want you, and you want me, too. That being said," His voice drops to something low and commanding as he leans down until his soft lips are brushing against the lobe of her ear- “You’re coming home with me tonight. That’s an order.”

A delicious shiver runs down Riza’s spine. She leans in, her arms looping around his neck as she presses a slow teasing kiss to the sharp line of his jaw. When she meets his eyes, she doesn’t bother with hesitating, either, because they’ve been together long enough to let go of the shame that used to revolve around their deepest desires. 

“Yes, sir.”

With that, they stride out of the office, making a show of grumbling about unfinished paperwork for the benefit of any lingering ears. But the knowing, heated looks they exchange as they make their way to Roy’s car speak of something else entirely. 

~

By the time they make it to Roy’s house, Riza is struggling to contain her excitement. They rush out of the car and into the house, the pent up emotions from the day boiling over the moment the door shuts behind them. Their military-issued steel-toed boots are abandoned somewhere by the entryway.

His lips are against hers in an instant, greedy and wanton in the way that they capture hers and move against them. With each kiss, they’re stepping back through the house- through a familiar path that they’ve taken like this many times- until they’re in Roy’s bedroom. 

Riza reaches down to unbuckle his belt with shaky hands, only for Roy to grab her wrists. His grip is so firm that it borders on bruising. Riza moves her wrists as if she’s going to break them out in an attempt to get him to tighten his grip even more, and he does, because he knows exactly how and when to give her what she needs. A small sigh falls from between her lips at the thought of the finger-shaped marks that are going to be there, barely covered by the sleeves of her uniform come morning. 

“Be patient,” He demands as he breaks their kiss. “Get on the bed and wait for me.”

So, she sits on the bed, ever eager to please him. But that never gets her what she wants- at least not immediately. He likes to make her wait, to draw things out, because despite how painful the wait is in the moment, the end result is always better that way. 

Roy meanders around the room, doing things that could wait until after the fact if he really wanted. Riza’s gaze follows him, waiting, wanting. The room is silent save for the shuffle of his socks against the carpet and the familiar drum of her own heart beat slamming against her ribs. 

He retreats to the bathroom and comes back with two glasses of water and a folded towel, which he places on the nightstand. Then, he turns on the lamp that’s set on the wooden furniture piece. The room, dark just seconds before, is now casted over with a soft, warm glow, but even that does nothing to soften the tension evident in Roy’s sharp features. 

Riza thinks that, surely then, he’ll finally come and take her on the bed. But he doesn’t. Instead, he lingers a little longer by the nightstand, opening the bottom drawer. There’s a variety of things there- wet wipes to clean up with after they’re done, vibrators, plugs, beads, handcuffs, and a crop. Nervous excitement bites at Riza as she wonders what he plans to do to her. His hand disappears into the drawer, only to resurface with nothing but the pack of wipes, which he sets next to the glasses of water.

Riza lets out a sigh. It’s better that he doesn’t go for any of the toys, anyway. They both need this. As exciting as it is in theory, neither of them are in the mood to fumble around with batteries and buttons tonight. Just each other. 

Finally, after what feels like forever, Roy stands in front of where Riza is sat on the edge of the bed. She hadn’t realized it until now, but her fingers are twisted in the sheets, tight with anticipation. When she feels his heated gaze settling on her, she rushes to rest her hands in her lap and straighten her posture. 

“What are my orders, sir?” Riza questions, peering up at him with her honey-hued eyes. 

“You’re going to do what I say and take everything I have to give you tonight,” Roy starts. His eyes narrow as he leans down to take her chin in one of his gloved hands. His other hand runs over her hair, pushing a few of the golden locks that slipped from her clip throughout the day away from her forehead. “You’re to address me as ‘sir’ and ask for permission to speak- unless you’re responding to a command or a question, of course. Any insubordination will result in a punishment of my choice. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” She answers with a nod, arousal coursing through her veins now. 

“Then let’s get started,” He stops touching her, pulling away entirely and straightening his posture. Riza has to bite back a whine at the loss of contact as she watches him peel off his gloves in a slow, deliberate motion. The white leather garments are carefully set on the accumulating pile of things on the nightstand before he turns back to her with a raised eyebrow. “Color?”

“Green, sir.”

“Take off your clothes. All of them.”

“Yes, sir.”

Riza does as she’s told, stripping herself of her uniform. She drags it out, knowing that Roy likes a show. First are her socks, followed by her hair clip. He’s always loved her hair down. 

The clip is sat on the nightstand, and the socks are abandoned on the floor. Next are her uniform pieces; the standard-issued overcoat and pants, which she neatly folds and places on the end of the bed to keep them from wrinkling. If she stays the night, she’ll need them in good condition for work come tomorrow. 

Her gaze flickers back to him. He’s watching her intently, still just standing there. He doesn’t bother with removing his own clothes, preferring to save that luxury for Riza, but he’s at least unbuttoned and unzipped his pants to provide some relief for his hard cock. Riza’s mouth waters at the sight, so she averts her eyes, knowing that he’ll point it out if she stares for too long. Next comes her undershirt, tossed to the floor without a care. No one will notice if it’s wrinkled in the morning.

Roy approaches her then, standing straight in front of her and palming at one of Riza’s tits through the lacy black bra that they’re nearly spilling out of. The lingerie set was a strategic choice, something she put on this morning to have as a playing card to lure him home with her. But of course, she’d had no idea what the day was going to be like then- no idea that she wouldn’t need anything other than their mutual frustration to land the two of them in the same bed like this. 

Apparently feeling merciful, Roy unbuttons his uniform jacket as well as the button-up shirt underneath. He doesn’t take them all the way off, but it’s enough to reveal the majority of his chest and abdomen; battle-hardened muscles and scars with an uneven tuft of soft raven hair underneath his belly button, all right in front of her and at eye level from where Riza is sat. And Riza knows better than to act on her own when they’re like this, especially when she’s in the middle of following an incomplete command, but she can’t help herself and- a little giddy at the prospect of whatever punishment he’ll have in store for her- she leans forward and licks a long strip from his v-line up to the middle of his abs. 

Roy smiles down at her in response, eyes sparkling with something dark. It’s silent, still, for just a beat. For just long enough that Riza doesn’t think he’ll retaliate. But then he’s reaching behind her with rough hands to unhook her bra. He rips the garment off of her and tosses it across the room. Riza hears the distant smack of it against the wall before a mixture of pain and pleasure blooms through her chest. He has a hand on each breast, one of her nipples between each of his fingers, tugging at them until they’re fully hard.

“That’s a warning for acting without an order from your superior,” He says, his voice carrying a teasing lilt. Much to Riza’s disappointment, his touch leaves her chest as he sits down next to her on the edge of the bed and palms his erection. “Next time, it’ll be worse. Got it?”

Riza lets out a shaky sigh.

“Yes, sir.”

Riza doesn’t dare drag things on for much longer, peeling off her underwear and throwing them to the carpet as well. She turns to him, waiting for his next order- for him to finally give her what she wants. 

“Now sit on your knees, facing the headboard,” He starts. So, Riza scoots to the head of the mattress and sits upright on her knees before looking back at him from over her shoulder. “Actually, put your hands on top of it and use it to steady yourself.”

It’s a bit of a strain, but Riza is able to reach the top of the wooden headboard. She grips the edge and leans forward until she’s comfortable, most of her weight still on her knees. 

“Like this, sir?”

“Perfect. Arch your back for me too,” Riza arches her back in response, her heartbeat loud in her ears now as she hears the bed creak with Roy’s movement. She keeps her gaze forward now, honey-hued eyes trained on the familiar brown grain of the headboard. Her knuckles blanch when she grips at the material for support. Her back is a little sore from the forced arch, but it’s not bad. Just familiar. Just enough pain to distract from the frustrations of the day- exactly what they both need. “How does that feel?”

“Fine, sir.”

“Then get comfortable, because we’re going to be here a while,” Roy shuffles until he’s laid beneath her, his head between her legs with her bare pussy hovering just over his mouth and his hands on her ass. The rest of his body rests flat on the bed. Riza quickly puts together what he’s going to do and swallows a lump of nervous anticipation. “I want my entire mouth to ache by this time tomorrow.”

With that, he grabs two firm handfuls of Riza’s ass, dragging her down onto his face. It takes everything in her not to wind her hands through his hair as she gasps and tilts her head back. There’s no build up, no teasing before Roy runs his tongue and his nose through her slick folds. 

Riza takes deep yet shaky breaths and wills herself to stay in place. If she bucks her hips away or grinds into the touch, Roy is sure to get onto her for ‘insubordination’- and the last thing she wants after waiting for this all day is for him to stop just to scold her. He lavishes her clit in frenzied, hurried licks at the same time that one of his hands drifts between her legs. It’s sort of an awkward motion because of the position they’re in, but he does manage to shift one hand between her legs to part her folds so he can kiss at her entrance.

It’s absolutely filthy, full of lazy darts of his tongue and lips remind her distinctly of the way he would kiss her mouth. And after far too much teasing, he lines his fingers up with her entrance and slides them in with ease. 

Riza lets out a moan, relieved as he starts to thrust the digits in and out with languid flicks of his wrist. It’s perfect, his fingers so much thicker and longer than hers, reaching all of the right spots. He takes her clit into his mouth and suckles on it with his eyes screwed shut. The occasional satisfied groan raises from his throat, vibrating against her sensitive heat in just the right way, and she’s so close so quickly and-

Roy stops. He stills his fingers, stills his tongue, and stops . 

He just fucking edged her, the bastard . It’s a trick that he pulls out on occasion, especially when he’s frustrated; he loves to revel in how he’s able to get her so desperate for relief that she’ll do anything , just as much as she loves to watch him get off on her delayed pleasure. The end is always gratifying enough to be worth it, but during the fact? It’s like the best kind of torture. Blissful, painful torture. 

Riza has to bite back a scream. To resist the urge to just grab him by the hair and ride his stupidly handsome, stupidly smug face to completion. 

After waiting just long enough that her building orgasm dies down, he resumes, and Riza lets out a sigh of relief. 

But she isn’t naive enough to think that he’ll let her off easily, not when he’s still delving into her with his tongue like a man parched. So, she does what she can to mentally prepare herself for what she knows is going to be a very long night. 

~

Roy keeps going after that, because of course he does. Riza tries her best to stay still, to be good for her colonel, but he’s edged her so many times now that she’s struggling to even stay upright. Her arms shake with the force it takes for her to keep her hands on the headboard, and her knees have given out entirely to the point that she’s just sitting on Roy’s face. He’s kind enough not to complain, at least, sounding completely blissed out as he makes lewd noises against her pussy, but Riza thinks she might cry if this goes on for too much longer. 

“Permission to speak freely, sir?”

“Go ahead, lieutenant,” Roy stops touching her again , scooting up just enough to peek up at her from between her legs, meeting her gaze. His eyes, normally so clear, are clouded over with foggy desire. Riza lets out an indignant whine without really meaning to. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to let me finish,” Riza says, trembling from head to toe. She’s lost count of the number of times he’s edged her now, circling her clit with his tongue in rhythm to each thrust of his fingers until she’s close, only to rip the touch away just before she tumbles over the edge. It’s frustrating in the way that makes her chest heave with heavy breaths and hot tears prick at the corners of her honey-hued eyes. So, she resorts to begging, because that usually gets her what she wants- at least when he’s not feeling particularly mean. “Please, sir.”

Roy smirks up at her, and the sight is utterly debauched. His face is painted a deep shade of red from the blush that coats his cheeks and he’s soaked in a lewd combination of his spit and her slick from the bridge of his nose down to his chin. His wrist and the back of his hand, both barely visible as he has three of his fingers knuckle deep inside of her, are also coated in the mixture. 

Riza realizes then and there that she isn’t sure how long they’ve been at this now. Half an hour? Or maybe a full hour? He did claim that he wanted his ‘entire mouth aching by this time tomorrow’. She didn’t know he really meant it. But of course he did. Colonel Roy Mustang isn’t the type to say things he doesn’t mean- they both know better than to think something so foolish. 

Riza wonders how much longer this will go on for, but then Roy tilts his head in consideration, his silky raven locks tickling against her inner thighs. Only to deny her with a plainly stated- 

“No.”

“W-What?” She says, panic lacing her tone as her brow furrows. She looks down at him, her pupils blown wide and shaky breaths falling from between her kiss-bruised lips. “But why?” 

“Because I said ‘no’,” Roy repeats the word before drawing his spare hand back and slapping it against her backside hard. Riza arches into him and lets out a high-pitched moan as the sound of his palm making contact echoes through the room. “And that’s for questioning my authority.”

“But you said that I could tell you-”

“What you wanted?” Roy finishes for her, his voice like liquid smoke as his hot breath ghosts over her soaked folds yet again. The question is accompanied by another smack of his palm, this time against the opposite side. Riza swears there’s going to be angry red and purple handprints on both of her asscheeks by the time they’re done, and though she doesn’t say it aloud, the thought is exhilarating. “I did command you to do that, but I didn’t tell you that it’d make a difference. I just love hearing you beg.”

“Sir, please -”

“ Still begging even though it won’t get you what you want?” He interjects with a raised brow. “I have to say, I admire your tenacity, lieutenant. Go ahead. Keep it up. It’s like I said, I love to hear you so desperate for me.”

“Sir, it’s too much-” She tries to plead again, the tears that have been threatening to fall since the last edging finally pouring from her eyes and down her cheeks until they start to drip down onto her chest. 

“Color?”

It’s Roy’s way of checking in, of making sure that ‘too much’ isn’t really too much for Riza. If she can’t respond or responds with ‘red’, he’ll stop. If she responds with ‘yellow’, he’ll slow down. And, if she responds with ‘green’, he’ll keep going.

“Green,” Riza breathes out. Even though she’s so, so incredibly desperate for the torture to end, she’s not overwhelmed by it in a bad way. She doesn’t think she could handle stopping the scene, not now. She needs the relief of everything they’ve been building up to all day for it to stop. “Green- please don’t stop, sir.”

“You must be a glutton for punishment,” He smirks, the approval clear on his face as he smacks her ass again. More tears fall from Riza’s eyes. When she tries to meet his gaze, her vision goes blurry. “My greedy girl. So pretty when you cry. Tell me what you want.”

“I want-” Riza is desperate to answer, but the words are lost on her. “I need you, sir.”

“You need me to what?”

“I need you to let me cum,” She’s finally able to plead with him after a few seconds too long, her legs trembling around the sides of his head. He’s back to fucking her with his fingers, the slow, languid thrusts bringing her right back to the edge. She’s so overstimulated, so worked up from the night of torture, that it doesn’t take much to get her there. Her orgasm starts up again, pooling up like liquid fire deep in her core, but she needs his permission. “Please, please let me cum, sir…!”

“That’s my good girl. Love hearing you beg with that sweet voice of yours- love knowing that I’m the only one you’d ever say these things to,” The words, an over the top yet welcome reminder of the fact that she belongs to him, have her clenching down around his fingers. “Mm, is that what you’re into? You like being my lieutenant?”

“Yes, sir,” Riza doesn’t even try to hide it, accompanying the answer with a hurried nod. 

“Then go ahead,” Permission . Thank God . Riza is so overjoyed by it that she doesn’t even realize what Roy is wanting her to do until he speaks again. “Well? Fuck yourself on my face.”

Riza doesn’t hesitate. She threads her fingers through Roy’s hair for leverage, the silky locks feeling like heaven beneath her sweaty palms and fingers. Then, she’s grinding down against him, relishing in the way his moan vibrates against her clit when she yanks at his hair. Already brought to the edge so many times, it only takes a few moments before she’s finally- finally , finally , finally - cumming. She finishes with a heated cry, creaming on his fingers and on his tongue as he works her through it. 

And all she feels is relief. Pure, hot relief.

Roy slides his fingers out of her and sucks the juices off of them. As if that isn’t enough to make Riza want more of him, he looks into her eyes and licks the entire perimeter of his rosy lips like he’s enjoying some sort of sweet dessert.

“Sir?” Riza asks once she’s recovered, a question of what orders he wants her to carry out next. 

Part of her prays that he’ll give her a while to recover, or that maybe he’ll just fuck her mouth. But tonight isn’t one of those easy nights. And she’d be lying if she said that the other part of her isn’t praying for the mindnumbing overstimulation that is sure to come with him fucking her. 

“Relax and let me do the work,” Roy, knowing exactly what she’s asking for- what she wants, what she needs- shuffles out from beneath her and wipes his face off with the towel on the nightstand before putting his hands on her waist. He maneuvers her with surprising ease, turning her around until she’s facing him only to then push her down so she’s lying flat on her back. He climbs on top, his body in between her legs and his muscle-dense frame looming over her. “Now, then, I’m going to fuck you until there’s an imprint of your outline in this mattress. Understood?” 

Riza offers a hurried nod, too excited to actually form a response as he rubs his cock- rock hard and throbbing with need- over the length of her slippery folds. But apparently her nod isn’t enough, because Roy roughly grabs her face in response, his thumb digging into one cheek and his pointer and middle finger digging into the other. He uses the leverage to make her look him in the eyes before yet another command falls from his lips. 

“Try again. I want a real answer this time.” 

“Yes, sir…!”

Roy seems satisfied, then, because he releases her face and rests his forearm beside her head. That hand tangles in her hair, not pulling, but further latching him to her- as if she’ll slip through his fingers if he dares to let go. His other hand is between his legs, grabbing his cock by the base to position the tip at her entrance. 

“God, I’ve been waiting all day to take my frustrations out on this gorgeous fucking body of yours,” Roy sighs the words, resting his sweaty forehead against Riza’s. He’s not merciful enough to fuck her just yet. Apparently, he really is feeling mean tonight. That much is evident in the way he lets the head of his length slide up once, then twice, the hardness bumping against her sensitive and overstimulated clit and teasing her entrance- but not quite sliding in even though he easily could with the copious amounts of slick and pre-cum that have built up between them. “I’m going to take my time with you.”

“I think you’ve taken enough time as it is,” Riza complains before she can think better of it, and he slaps her thigh in retaliation this time since her ass is flush against the mattress. 

Each and every one of Riza’s nerves is lit on fire from the last hour- maybe more- of this that the slap, while lightning hot against her skin, barely even registers. All she can focus on is him- his sweat, rubbing off on her face, his lips, brushing over her lips, his cock, so close to finally being inside after she’s spent the entire day waiting for it. 

“Oh, you really don’t understand my intentions, do you? That’s alright. I can explain,” Roy responds to the complaint with a taunt, and Riza can tell by the way his upper body shakes that it’s taking everything in him not to just fuck her already. All he needs is one more little push before his self restraint is thrown out the window. “When I told you that I wanted you, I meant that I’m going to fuck you until your legs give out.”

“That’s a little hard to imagine-” Riza starts, only for him to cut her off by sinking his dick nearly the entire way into her with one languid thrust. 

She cries out at the intrusion, even more so when he grabs her by the legs and practically folds her in half- a mating press. His grip is entirely on her calves now, fingers digging into the skin as the new angle buries his cock even deeper. 

“A little hard to imagine, is it? You won’t be saying things like that when you walk into work tomorrow with a limp in your step and an ass so bruised that you can’t sit at your desk chair,” It’s not a threat, but a promise, whispered lowly and emphasized by him withdrawing his hips and fucking back into her hard . “Not speaking out of turn now, are you, lieutenant?”

And she’s not. She can’t. But that’s exactly what she wanted. 

A smile of satisfaction threatens to take over Riza’s lips, but it’s overshadowed by the ‘o’ that her mouth forms into when Roy sets a steady rhythm of plunging into her. With the way he has her legs spread and her knees forced against her chest, everything is so painfully exposed, meaning that the sharpest part of his pelvis grinds against her swollen clit with every thrust. 

“I’m close again, sir,” Riza warns him, walls already starting to flutter around him as her second orgasm threatens to take over. 

She looks up at Roy, waiting, watching. She doesn’t think she can handle being edged again, but with the way he’s been acting tonight, she isn’t exactly sure what he’ll do. 

“Already? I thought it’d take longer than that. You do tend to finish faster the second time,” Roy observes. Encouraged by her pleasure, by her pleading, he fucks her even harder, but then a small laugh slips out when he realizes what she’s thinking. “What, are you waiting for me to edge you again?”

“Please don’t,” Riza squeaks out, shaking her head, and he laughs again. 

“I’ll be nice to you this time. Go ahead, cum. I want to see the face you make when you fall apart."

So, she does. She cums for the second time that night with a deep series of thrusts, throwing her head back and arching her back. At this point, she can’t tell if it’s moans or sobs that are leaving her. It’s too much. Entirely too much. She must be a sweaty, frazzled wreck . Yet, Roy is looking down at her like she holds the world in her hands. 

“Sir?” Riza whispers, her voice raw from it all- the moaning, the begging, the pleading, the crying. 

“Yes?” He asks with a slight tilt of his head, and though his pace has slowed, he hasn’t stopped fucking into her. 

“I don’t think I can take any more.”

“You can, and you will,” Roy says the words gently now. Riza shivers at the soft encouragement, finding it to be a total shift from the man who was torturing her with his tongue just a little bit ago. He pulls her legs around his waist, and she holds them there with nothing but willpower as they tremble. Then, he’s leaning down, his arms on either side of her head as he holds her face in his hands and strokes her cheekbones with his thumbs. “Color?”

Riza stops to consider it. She’s so wet, but the friction still burns enough to make it hurt after so much of it, and her muscles are aching. She could easily bow out- she’s already finished twice, she knows he would respect her decision, but there’s still desire coursing through her veins and making her heart slam against her ribcage. She wants to see him fall apart like this, too. So, she answers with-

“Green, sir.”

“You’re sure you can handle it? We can stop, if you really want. If we keep going, I’m gonna try and get one more out of you.”

“Yes, I can handle it,” Riza nods in his grasp despite how overwhelming all of it is. She doesn’t want him to stop. She wants him to keep going until he’s satisfied, until he’s ruined her, until he’s filled her to the brim and claimed every last inch of her body for himself. “Please.”

“I’ve got you,” Roy lets out a sharp exhale. His movements pick back up, turning into hurried, needy grinds of his cock into her pussy. Her silken walls pull him in, hot and wet and wanton to the point that obnoxiously wet noises echo through the room in chorus with the slap of skin on skin. Through it all, his mouth is on her- on her lips, on her jaw, on her tits, finally settling on her neck where he leaves wine-hued hickeys that send shots of pleasure through her neck. “I’m right here.”

“Permission to speak, sir?” Riza whispers and threads her hands through his sex-mussed hair once again. 

“Granted,” He grumbles, and there’s an edge to his voice that gives him away- he’s getting close, and Riza is, too, especially when he reaches down with one hand to tease her aching clit. 

“You’re going to leave marks…”

“I know. That’s the point. Gonna send you to work in that turtleneck I like just so you can cover them all up,” The mention of that shirt confuses her for a moment, until she realizes that she left it here the last time they did this. He must’ve washed it since then. It’s always been her favorite- something about how it contours her breasts just the right way. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” Riza answers without hesitation, the mere thought paired with the way he fucks into her enough to bring her to the edge a third time. She’ll wear it into work in the morning, and their coworkers will be completely unaware- but they’ll lock eyes when no one else is paying attention- and he’ll know why she’s wearing it, and that’s more than enough. Because there will still be evidence on her that he’s his, even if no one else knows. “Love being yours…!”

“Fuck, you’re so good- my pretty girl, my beautiful lieutenant. You always know just how to please me.”

“Sir,” Riza starts to warn him, tapping the back of his neck with her fingers in warning. “Sir, I’m-”

“Cum for me again, lieutenant,” Roy demands, the words hot against Riza’s hickey-stained neck. “That’s an order from your colonel.”

And that’s more than enough for Riza to let go for a third time. The tight coil in her core unwinds, leaving her crying and gasping for air as she clings to Roy. Roy finishes, too, burying his cock deep inside of her and filling her to the brim. 

All of the noise seems to die down, leaving nothing but heavy breathing and whispered praises in their wake. Roy gently settles on top of her with his warm and comforting weight. Riza holds him close and lets a shaky sigh fall from between her lips. With her mind fogged over completely, she finds herself wondering how they even got here in the first place…

~

It takes Roy a while to find the motivation to move, but when he finally does, he’s quick to clean them up and fetch them one of the glasses of water off of the nightstand. He always makes two- one for each of them- but somehow, they end up sharing anyway.

They lie tangled together in the bed, limbs intertwined, propped up on two pillows that Roy had rested against the headboard. 

“What inspired all that, anyway?” Riza murmurs, tracing absentminded patterns over the pale skin of his chest as she rests her head on his broad shoulder. 

“The fact that you’re even asking means I did a good job of distracting you from how shitty our day was,” Roy says with a smirk, holding the water glass to her lips. She takes a small drink, brow furrowing at his words as she tries to put the pieces together. Even half an hour after the sex, her mind is still foggy with exhaustion. “Mission accomplished.”

“Oh,” Riza mutters as it clicks. When she remembers the rest of their day- the paperwork, the meetings, the mission- she frowns. “Right.”

“Don’t dwell on that now- it’s already over,” Roy halfheartedly scolds before downing the rest of the water and placing the glass on the nightstand. He switches the lamp off, but even in the dark, Riza knows when he’s holding his arms out for her. “Just let me hold you.”

“You want me to stay the night?”

“Always.”

So, Riza lays the pillows down flat on the bed and melts into Roy’s arms, allowing him to pull her into the bed with him. They’re lying on their sides, facing each other, her forehead resting against his chest and his arms loosely wrapped around her smaller frame. 

“I’m tired,” She complains the moment her eyes fall shut, exhaustion threatening to take over. 

“Then go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up,” Roy says. The sweet, rumbly words are accompanied with a soft kiss pressed against her forehead. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight,” She replies in a whisper. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

With that, they drift off to sleep, the stress of their work day long forgotten.