[roy/riza; nc-17] Tickled Pink Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist Title: Tickled Pink Author:emilie_burns Theme: 7. Think pink (30_Romances) Pairing: Roy Mustang/Riza Hawkeye Rating: NC-17; warnings for light BDSM elements, bondage specifically, male-dominant. Word Count: 1484 Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist (Hagane no Renkinjutsushi) is copyrighted by Hiromu Arakawa/Square Enix. This is a work of fanfiction for personal entertainment only. Summary:The suddenness of it, the unexpected, unanticipated sensation, robbed her of the ability to breathe, and it was slow to return even after he ceased. Original LJ Post Date: January 01, 2006 @ 30_Romances
Tickled Pink
Riza Hawkeye was quickly starting to reevaluate her decision to agree to her superior officer's suggestion. Meanwhile, she made a mental note to get a message tattooed to the inside of her eyelids to remind herself not to agree so quickly to things when logic was being overruled by more primal forces. A soft brush of noise, something against fabric caught her attention, and she turned her head in the direction where she believed he stood.
"Colonel, I--" Her complaint was swallowed up by a gasp and a shiver at a very soft, ticklish touch against her naked breasts, and she reflexively tugged against the terrycloth robe tie which secured her wrists to the headboard.
"Yes?" he inquired, in that infuriating tone of amused patience. At least she had been right regarding his location. Again, she tested the scarves which tied down her ankles. If she could get one foot free, she would kick him, just see if she didn't.
"I don't like this," she informed him, feeling cross.
"You don't?" His tone remained amused, and again, she felt that touch of -- was it fabric? Silk? Something else entirely? She couldn't be certain and damn the blindfold! -- something against her breasts, drawing another shiver from her. Her nipples, already erect from their earlier foreplay, tightened more in response.
"No, I don't," she retorted. "This is absolutely ridiculous, not to mention undignified! I request that you untie me right this instant, Colonel, or I'm going to shoot you in the foot!"
He laughed, and she scowled at him the best she could from behind the blindfold. "That would be interesting, seeing how there's no gun in the room, let alone within your reach."
"I'll shoot you after you untie me."
"That's supposed to persuade me to do so?"
"You know what I--" Her words evaporated as her breath fell short of her throat, caught and trapped against the sudden flush of internal fire as she felt his lips, warm and wet, wrap around a nipple, sucking gently. The suddenness of it, the unexpected, unanticipated sensation, robbed her of the ability to breathe, and it was slow to return even after he ceased.
"You were saying, Lieutenant?" Damn him. She could hear the smirk in his voice. "You were quick to agree to my suggestion not even ten minutes ago."
"I wasn't thinking with my head then," Riza grumbled.
His laugh was genuine, amused and quiet. Then she choked on another gasp as the soft tickling sensation began again, this time abruptly relocated between her legs, brushing up against the arousal-slicked lips and over the swollen bundle of nerves.
The bed creaked and shifted as he climbed onto it beside her, and his fingers, light and gentle, replaced the softer touch. She couldn't help but squirm against the restraints as he stroked her, teasing her, controlling the fires inside her just as skillfully as he manipulated real flames. She felt him lean over her, felt his breath against her neck and his lips brushing her ear.
"Since when was sex ever dignified?" he whispered. "As far back as Ishbal, you've never been inclined toward closing your eyes, laying still, and thinking of the greater good of Amestris."
"You are an absolute cad," Riza growled. Or at least she tried to. The last few syllables collapsed into a needy moan as he slowly pushed his fingers inside her, stroking her clitoris lightly with the pad of his thumb.
"Your point would be?"
"Just that you are," she whispered, struggling to draw air back into her lungs even as she raised her hips, trying to press against his hand, to increase the sensations needed to reach a climax. "For the record, sir."
"Duly noted, Lieutenant." He moved away, pulling his hand back, drawing off the bed, and then all was silent.
She lay still, eyes darting back and forth behind closed lids, behind the blindfold, her breath coming in ragged, shallow pants. Every nerve quivered with coiled anticipation, and battled against a little undesired flicker of fear that he would untie her.
Then the teasing soft touch fluttered across her breasts again. The erotic sensations were so far off from the focal point of need that she squirmed against the ties in spite of herself and choked down a whimper, refusing to give him that much satisfaction.
The best laid plans were often pushed astray, which she was reminded of as he suddenly delivered a light nip, followed up with his tongue, at the inner point of her hip where her thigh met torso, dangerously near and still too far. A soft cry, frustrated and needy, escaped her lips, and every time she thought she was about to regain her breath, it was stolen from her again with another unexpected touch.
Roy moved around the bed, and she could rarely pinpoint his location amid the few scattered moments when her mind was clear enough to do so. Again and again, unexpected, unanticipated, he touched her. With the light, soft item, with his lips, teeth, tongue, and fingers, exploring her, teasing her, always bringing her close to the brink but never giving her enough to push her to it and over it.
Again and again, touch after touch, he brought every nerve thrumming on a razor's edge, and her pulse almost drowned out the sound of her own ragged, harsh breathing as she quivered and squirmed on the bed, straining against the ties, whimpering and panting until she was a molten puddle of raw need, begging him, convinced she couldn't take another second more.
From each moment where Riza thought she would burn away and lose her mind if he continued to tease her, touching her everywhere but where she needed to be touched, touching her in every way but any way that would provide release, he proved her wrong, taking her higher and higher still from one heartbeat to the next until she was sobbing, her breath raw in her throat, desperate, begging, pleading.
Then she felt the bed shift and she strained her hips toward him, pulling desperately at the ties, squirming and quivering, balanced just that side of falling into an explosion of nerves, but instead of feeling his weight on her, pinning her, instead of feeling the craved sensation of him filling her, he wrapped his arms under her legs, holding them.
A strangled scream tore at her throat at the delicate sensation of his tongue against her clitoris, and she tried to buck her hips, to press against his mouth, demanding and begging for his touch. There was another torturous moment, a touch too soft, a breath, teasing her, and then it changed.
Her nerves snapped, uncoiling and wild like wires stretched too taut, tearing through every millimeter of her body. Her lungs ceased working and her vision went white as she struggled for air, every muscle quivering, impossibly tense. But she had gone too far, her nerves too inflamed. Again, the sensations broke over her, crashing, and it was like drowning on air.
Riza didn't even realize he'd untied her ankles until the sensations ceased just long enough for her to gasp in a harsh, strained breath as he moved above her, sweat-slicked skin offering little resistance, ripping away the blindfold as her nerves snapped again, choking her with a scream as Roy entered her, hard and fast.
And then any further cries were pushed away as his tongue dominated her own, the kiss mirroring the way his body claimed hers. Her legs wrapped around his waist, clinging to him as she fell over the razor's edge again, a shuddering explosion of sensation uncoiling inside her body as he pounded into her with a desperation that matched her own. Then he grew rigid against her, groaning into her mouth as he met his own climax, and pulled away, breathing hoarsely against her neck.
Roy remained inside her, his arms underneath her back, holding her tight as they both fought their own lungs for air. Gradually, the white haze faded from her mind and vision, and he pulled his hands free, sliding them up her arms with languid ease, unknotting the ties. Riza clung to him, feeling weak and drained as he laid soft kisses along her shoulder and neck.
"So, Lieutenant," he whispered as he gently nibbled at her earlobe in between unsteady breaths, "do you still plan to shoot me in the foot?"
She smiled and turned her head against his neck briefly as he drew back to look down at her, his black hair damp, stray locks clinging to his face. "No, I thought of something better, sir."
"Is that so?" His lips nibbled her own, and she kissed him back.
"Mmhmm. You're an alchemist." She opened her eyes as she curled her lips into a small, but wicked smile, looking at him. "I trust you're familiar with equivalent exchange."