Drabble - The Hotel Room
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baroqueangelTitle: The Hotel Room
Pairing/Characters: Riza/Winry >.<
Rating: NC-17 ??
Warning: Almost PWP, yuri
Words: 841
Summary: Riza never misses an opportunity
A.N: I had this idea when on the bus this morning (yes, I think about porn on the bus to work, I was daydreaming and maybe this started out as something else and I just decided it would make a good Riza/Winry fic and now I’m going to shut up…) I started writing it when I got into the staffroom, before anyone else turned up, and stopped as soon as other people entered the room (or at least as soon as other people started to sit at the work table and could see my screen and possibly what I was writing).
I tried to get some time to finish it while at work but that never happened, I was determined to post before going to bed though (told you I would C, so totally not a fic tease :P) This is pretty much my first time writing a) this pairing and b) yuri (I don’t count that little Winry/Nellie fic because it was kind of childish) so be kind and brutally honest at the same time please. I’m going to go hide now considering the author’s notes are starting to get as long as the fic >.>
Sort of dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amelia_seyroon because I seem to remember owing her Riza/Winry from way back but that was meant to be sweet and non-porny. I hope this partly suffices :P
~~~~~
Winry heard the knock and went to see who it was through the peephole in the hotel door. Seeing it was only Riza she figured she was dressed enough and opened the door.
“Hey, what’s up?”
Riza was at a loss for words for a moment. She looked Winry up and down not even trying to hide the fact that she was. She took in the lace shorties, the purple vest covering a black bra and nothing else. She mentally shook herself and forced her eyes too look directly into Winry’s and not at all the soft, smooth flesh that the younger blonde was showing.
“Oh, um, we’re leaving in about 30 minutes.”
“Okay, I’ll be ready. I just need to throw on some jeans and a tee.”
Riza tried to stop staring, she really did but how was she expected to concentrate when she was faced with this? Winry turned her back to Riza and moved towards her bed where her suitcase lay and that was all Riza could take. Golden hair fell over purple cotton and black lace moved over a soft, firm ass. Riza pounced.
She grabbed Winry’s wrist and spun the girl back to face her. She leaned in and kissed her hard, pushing her back up against the wall as she did. The kiss was deep and hard and was bound to leave both their mouths bruised but she didn’t care. When she pulled back both she and Winry were breathing fast and Winry’s cheeks were flushed red.
“You’re a tease, do you know that?”
Winry smirked at Riza, a smirk Riza had see Roy give Ed on countless occasions.
“Takes one to know one.”
Riza was amused by the childish reply and moved in for another kiss, this one softer but no less deep. As her tongue asked for entrance to Winry’s mouth her hand that was not pinning Winry to the wall moved down to slip effortlessly into the black lace shorties that had been the instigator to this attack.
Riza slid her hand down, rubbing against soft blonde curls, one finger slipping between Winry’s lips to rub over her clit causing the younger blonde to gasp and pull out of the kiss. Winry’s legs drifted almost imperceptibly further apart to allow Riza’s hand easier access and Riza used this to her full advantage. The young blonde’s free hand clutching on to Riza’s wrist and almost pulling it closer, asking for more contact, begging for more contact.
Riza smiled, she loved being able to make this strong young woman gasp and cry out. Bringing her to a whimpering, begging mess was half the fun.
Riza pressed the small, hardening nub again before rubbing it softly. She alternated back and forth, pressing then rubbing, pressing then rubbing and listened to the wonderful noises it brought from Winry.
There was a noise, voices coming closer and Riza suddenly realised that the hotel room door was still wide open, she had been in a bit of a hurry when attacking Winry after all. Briefly she thought about being caught and how exciting it would be but that was probably not a wise move to make and anyway, the look Winry was giving her was telling her that it was definitely not a good idea.
“We should probably stop here.”
“Yeah, you only came to tell me something, they’ll be wondering where you are.”
“I should go back before they come looking for me.”
“You should.”
Riza still didn’t move her hand, still didn’t stop gently rubbing her finger over Winry’s sensitive spots. The voices got closer, they stared at each other some more. Finally Winry released Riza’s wrist and when Riza did not do the same she looked up at the offending hand still pinning her other hand to the wall and then back at Riza before the older woman finally let go, pulling both her hands away.
“I’ll let you get ready then.”
Before Riza could move for the door Winry caught her arm and pulled her back. She then walked passed her, grabbed the door handle and just as the voices were almost outside the door she closed it, flicking the latch as she did.
“That’s why they invented locks you know, to stop unwanted people getting in and interrupting things.” She smirked at Riza again before heading passed her and in to the room proper. Riza watched her move the suitcase before sitting on the edge of the bed, her knees stretched open, the wetness in her shorties more than a little obvious. “Are you going to start what you finished or what?”
Riza did not need to be asked twice. She moved towards the bed and that wonderfully inviting sight removing her own clothes as she went. They wouldn’t be missed for half and hour. As she reached the bed and was pulled in for a kiss she decided that they wouldn’t be missed for an hour. As the kiss deepened she figured screw everyone else, they could miss them for the day.
Pairing/Characters: Riza/Winry >.<
Rating: NC-17 ??
Warning: Almost PWP, yuri
Words: 841
Summary: Riza never misses an opportunity
A.N: I had this idea when on the bus this morning (yes, I think about porn on the bus to work, I was daydreaming and maybe this started out as something else and I just decided it would make a good Riza/Winry fic and now I’m going to shut up…) I started writing it when I got into the staffroom, before anyone else turned up, and stopped as soon as other people entered the room (or at least as soon as other people started to sit at the work table and could see my screen and possibly what I was writing).
I tried to get some time to finish it while at work but that never happened, I was determined to post before going to bed though (told you I would C, so totally not a fic tease :P) This is pretty much my first time writing a) this pairing and b) yuri (I don’t count that little Winry/Nellie fic because it was kind of childish) so be kind and brutally honest at the same time please. I’m going to go hide now considering the author’s notes are starting to get as long as the fic >.>
Sort of dedicated to
amelia_seyroon because I seem to remember owing her Riza/Winry from way back but that was meant to be sweet and non-porny. I hope this partly suffices :P~~~~~
Winry heard the knock and went to see who it was through the peephole in the hotel door. Seeing it was only Riza she figured she was dressed enough and opened the door.
“Hey, what’s up?”
Riza was at a loss for words for a moment. She looked Winry up and down not even trying to hide the fact that she was. She took in the lace shorties, the purple vest covering a black bra and nothing else. She mentally shook herself and forced her eyes too look directly into Winry’s and not at all the soft, smooth flesh that the younger blonde was showing.
“Oh, um, we’re leaving in about 30 minutes.”
“Okay, I’ll be ready. I just need to throw on some jeans and a tee.”
Riza tried to stop staring, she really did but how was she expected to concentrate when she was faced with this? Winry turned her back to Riza and moved towards her bed where her suitcase lay and that was all Riza could take. Golden hair fell over purple cotton and black lace moved over a soft, firm ass. Riza pounced.
She grabbed Winry’s wrist and spun the girl back to face her. She leaned in and kissed her hard, pushing her back up against the wall as she did. The kiss was deep and hard and was bound to leave both their mouths bruised but she didn’t care. When she pulled back both she and Winry were breathing fast and Winry’s cheeks were flushed red.
“You’re a tease, do you know that?”
Winry smirked at Riza, a smirk Riza had see Roy give Ed on countless occasions.
“Takes one to know one.”
Riza was amused by the childish reply and moved in for another kiss, this one softer but no less deep. As her tongue asked for entrance to Winry’s mouth her hand that was not pinning Winry to the wall moved down to slip effortlessly into the black lace shorties that had been the instigator to this attack.
Riza slid her hand down, rubbing against soft blonde curls, one finger slipping between Winry’s lips to rub over her clit causing the younger blonde to gasp and pull out of the kiss. Winry’s legs drifted almost imperceptibly further apart to allow Riza’s hand easier access and Riza used this to her full advantage. The young blonde’s free hand clutching on to Riza’s wrist and almost pulling it closer, asking for more contact, begging for more contact.
Riza smiled, she loved being able to make this strong young woman gasp and cry out. Bringing her to a whimpering, begging mess was half the fun.
Riza pressed the small, hardening nub again before rubbing it softly. She alternated back and forth, pressing then rubbing, pressing then rubbing and listened to the wonderful noises it brought from Winry.
There was a noise, voices coming closer and Riza suddenly realised that the hotel room door was still wide open, she had been in a bit of a hurry when attacking Winry after all. Briefly she thought about being caught and how exciting it would be but that was probably not a wise move to make and anyway, the look Winry was giving her was telling her that it was definitely not a good idea.
“We should probably stop here.”
“Yeah, you only came to tell me something, they’ll be wondering where you are.”
“I should go back before they come looking for me.”
“You should.”
Riza still didn’t move her hand, still didn’t stop gently rubbing her finger over Winry’s sensitive spots. The voices got closer, they stared at each other some more. Finally Winry released Riza’s wrist and when Riza did not do the same she looked up at the offending hand still pinning her other hand to the wall and then back at Riza before the older woman finally let go, pulling both her hands away.
“I’ll let you get ready then.”
Before Riza could move for the door Winry caught her arm and pulled her back. She then walked passed her, grabbed the door handle and just as the voices were almost outside the door she closed it, flicking the latch as she did.
“That’s why they invented locks you know, to stop unwanted people getting in and interrupting things.” She smirked at Riza again before heading passed her and in to the room proper. Riza watched her move the suitcase before sitting on the edge of the bed, her knees stretched open, the wetness in her shorties more than a little obvious. “Are you going to start what you finished or what?”
Riza did not need to be asked twice. She moved towards the bed and that wonderfully inviting sight removing her own clothes as she went. They wouldn’t be missed for half and hour. As she reached the bed and was pulled in for a kiss she decided that they wouldn’t be missed for an hour. As the kiss deepened she figured screw everyone else, they could miss them for the day.
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