|Our Lady of Aggressive Indifference (scathachdhu) wrote in oya_ajere,|
@ 2008-02-18 17:26:00
|Entry tags:||fma, havoc, hawkeye, hawkeye/havoc, r|
[FMA] Inanna, Hawkeye/Havoc, R/NC-17
Word Count: ~800
A/N: Thanks to angstymcgoth for the feedback (you really are a lifesaver!). Any remaining mistakes are my own.
Jean didn't waste time wondering how he'd gotten so lucky; he just knew he was.
The whole first week after he and Riza had begun seeing each other, he'd practically stumbled over himself trying to figure out how he was supposed to treat her at work. She finally had enough one day, and told him so as they were leaving the mess hall.
"You know," she said quietly as they climbed the steps towards the office. "When I told you nothing should change at work, I meant it."
He looked down into her warm, slightly exasperated eyes, and relaxed, grinning and scratching the side of his head. Riza was Riza, no matter where they were; she wouldn't try to act like someone else for him, and she wouldn't expect him to do it for her.
Not to say that that was the last time he messed up. But she didn't seem to mind too much; she just would correct him and move on. He rarely had to wonder where he stood with her, which was nice.
It had been a little intimidating at first during sex, but on the plus side, he never had to look up and wonder if she was bored or uncomfortable. If she didn't like what he was doing, she let him know immediately. As she put it, "Otherwise, it's just a waste of our time."
Jean was getting very good at reading her cues. And he loved watching her.
Lazy weekend afternoons like today were the best, when Riza glowed in the light streaming through the sheer curtains in her bedroom. He trailed kisses down her throat and over her breasts, inhaling the scent of her sun-warmed skin. She didn't bother with perfume, but she did indulge in scented lotions from time to time. Today it was almonds and honey; light, not too sweet.
Riza sighed as he drew a nipple into his mouth, running her hands through his hair and dragging short nails over his back and shoulders. Her belly quivered as he dropped a kiss above her navel, and he could almost feel her smile as he nuzzled the soft skin of her stomach.
He slid his hands over her hips, and she shivered as he brought her to his mouth. "Mm," she murmured. "Oh."
At times like this, Jean was glad he stayed in shape; there was no way he'd be able to keep her in place long enough to finish otherwise. The heavy muscles in her thighs rippled and clenched as she fought not to clamp her legs around his head. He appreciated the effort--for obvious reasons and because he didn't want anything to muffle the incredible (breathy, demanding) sounds she made.
He didn't know how she managed to get him so hot when he was the one doing all the work, but apparently the sight of Riza Hawkeye twisting and panting on tangled sheets was enough; she didn't need to lift a finger.
Jean licked his lips before sliding his tongue over and down and in. She let out a shaky breath, tilting her hips to press more firmly against him, and he breathed her in, groaning.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, and the catch in her voice when she moaned his name let him know she was close. He slid a finger inside her, stretching her, marveling at how she gripped him. Her heels brushed his hips, and the skin of her thighs was soft against his ears.
Another finger, and she jerked, whimpering, her inner muscles clenching around him. He took a deep breath to steady himself; he was so hard it almost hurt, but he was determined to see her come first.
Her hips began to roll and she gasped, her hands clutching at his hair as her back arched up from the bed. It kinda hurt, really--but it was okay. Seriously, a stinging scalp was nothing compared to the sight of her flushed breasts and hazy eyes.
Man, he had it bad.
He knelt above her as her trembling slowed, stroking large, slow circles from her stomach to her thigh. He still couldn't believe how much of her his hand actually covered.
After a few minutes, she smiled at him, warm and gorgeous and sated. "Come here," she said, her voice husky as she brushed a thumb over his cheek.
"Yes, ma'am," he breathed, moving up her body. She laughed, wrapping her legs around his hips and drawing him down for a kiss.
Jean wasn't as quick as some of his colleagues, but he wasn't stupid. He may not waste his time wondering how he'd gotten so lucky...but he'd be damned if he took it for granted.