[ This feels good and right, and the arms Mustang has enclosed around her tighten. He’s shaking with the want of her. He moves his head to bury his face in her hair. On the one hand, she feels as delicate as a piece of thin crystal when he knows how strong she is, inside and out.
Knowing Riza, she’d hate being treated too tenderly, even though he might want to touch her as gently as he can.
Tilting his head slightly, he whispers into the blonde strands.]
Probably. But as long as you are capable of shooting me… if it becomes necessary.
Mustang doesn’t need to speak further than that. They’re both adults, and should they get back (he’ll do his damndest to make that happen), they’ll need to be discreet. He does need her to keep him stay grounded.
He doesn’t wait for her answer; he isn’t entirely sure he can stop unless she explicitly tells him to. Mustang mouthes Riza’s neck, kissing, biting, licking. Waiting for what she’ll say next. Not waiting.
Pulling back, he reaches for the top button of her shirt, looking askance. ]
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Knowing Riza, she’d hate being treated too tenderly, even though he might want to touch her as gently as he can.
Tilting his head slightly, he whispers into the blonde strands.]
Probably. But as long as you are capable of shooting me… if it becomes necessary.
Mustang doesn’t need to speak further than that. They’re both adults, and should they get back (he’ll do his damndest to make that happen), they’ll need to be discreet. He does need her to keep him stay grounded.
He doesn’t wait for her answer; he isn’t entirely sure he can stop unless she explicitly tells him to. Mustang mouthes Riza’s neck, kissing, biting, licking. Waiting for what she’ll say next. Not waiting.
Pulling back, he reaches for the top button of her shirt, looking askance. ]