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Title: Yes, sir!
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist
Author: kira
Words: 292
Rating: OT
Summary: Riza wakes Roy up…
Warnings: first time writing Roy & Riza
Author’s note: Special thanks to Lynx for looking this over for me and making sure I had everyone in character
Riza hated wearing skirts, but she found whenever she did wear one to the office as part of her uniform instead of the more comfortable pants, Roy seemed more willing to listen to her. Getting him to listen was an important part of her job as his personal bodyguard and adjunct. So she rose to the occasion and put on one of her pencil slim skirts, combining it with a pair of high heels. Her tight black turtleneck was simply icing on the cake.
Gathering her hair in her hands she pinned it up in the back. The barest hint of makeup and she was good to go. Riza smiled at her reflection. Here’s looking at you, kid… Putting on her uniform jacket, she walked over to the bed. Leaning over, she shook Roy awake. “Time to get up, sir.”
Roy cracked open an eye. “Don’t want to…” he said sleepily.
She sighed. “What you want is irrelevant, sir.”
Roy grinned. “Come back to bed, lieutenant.”
“Don’t want to, sir,” she playfully replied.
“Don’t make me order you,” Roy said as he slid his hand up her thigh.
Riza quirked her eyebrow at him when his hand slipped around to the back of her thigh, only to go high enough to just barely cup her butt.
“Please, Riza…?” He turned on his boyish charm, giving her the look that always melted her resolve.
She sighed. When he got like that, she found herself listening to him, instead of the other way around. Riza smiled. “Okay…” she acquiesced, unclipping her hair and shaking it out. Stepping back, she pulled her turtleneck up and over her head. The rest of her clothes soon followed, before she crawled back into bed and his waiting arms…
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist
Author: kira
Words: 292
Rating: OT
Summary: Riza wakes Roy up…
Warnings: first time writing Roy & Riza
Author’s note: Special thanks to Lynx for looking this over for me and making sure I had everyone in character
Riza hated wearing skirts, but she found whenever she did wear one to the office as part of her uniform instead of the more comfortable pants, Roy seemed more willing to listen to her. Getting him to listen was an important part of her job as his personal bodyguard and adjunct. So she rose to the occasion and put on one of her pencil slim skirts, combining it with a pair of high heels. Her tight black turtleneck was simply icing on the cake.
Gathering her hair in her hands she pinned it up in the back. The barest hint of makeup and she was good to go. Riza smiled at her reflection. Here’s looking at you, kid… Putting on her uniform jacket, she walked over to the bed. Leaning over, she shook Roy awake. “Time to get up, sir.”
Roy cracked open an eye. “Don’t want to…” he said sleepily.
She sighed. “What you want is irrelevant, sir.”
Roy grinned. “Come back to bed, lieutenant.”
“Don’t want to, sir,” she playfully replied.
“Don’t make me order you,” Roy said as he slid his hand up her thigh.
Riza quirked her eyebrow at him when his hand slipped around to the back of her thigh, only to go high enough to just barely cup her butt.
“Please, Riza…?” He turned on his boyish charm, giving her the look that always melted her resolve.
She sighed. When he got like that, she found herself listening to him, instead of the other way around. Riza smiled. “Okay…” she acquiesced, unclipping her hair and shaking it out. Stepping back, she pulled her turtleneck up and over her head. The rest of her clothes soon followed, before she crawled back into bed and his waiting arms…
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