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Heated With the Enemy - Chapter 2
Heated With the Enemy
by moonstardutchess
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Libraries: Drama, Fullmetal Alchemist, General, Lemon, Romance, Series
Published on Sep 11, 2009 7:16 pm / 9 Chapter(s) / 0 Review(s)
Updated on Sep 11, 2009 7:16 pm
Riza Hawkeye learns that sometimes it takes a serial killer, sex, and jealously to get the man you want.
Chapters
Lustful Actions no Regrets
Chapter 2
Heated With the Enemy
Author: MoonStarDutchess
Chapter 2: Lustful Actions without Regrets
Disclaimer: Full Metal Alchemist and all its characters are the property of Hiromu Arakawa. No profit was made from this fanfiction. The only things that I do own are the OC’s. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of original characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author holds exclusive rights to the overall course of the plot. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
AN: There’s a vivid Riza/Scar Lemon in this chapter.
Lustful Actions without Regrets
"Sc…Scar," she managed to gasp out as the hand around her neck grew tighter. Her vision blurred and pain shot through her body. She felt like her head was going to be blow apart, and according to the way Scar killed his victims, it probably would be in a few minutes if she didn't' do something.
"Stay out of my way. If it weren't for you, the Flame Alchemist would be dead and God's punishment would be fulfilled. If I destroy you, I destroy him. He'll be broken and ready to receive his eternal punishment." He directed his gaze directly into hers, expecting to see fear on her face. He expected to hear her beg for her life. Instead, she stared back at him with a strong emotionless gaze that caused him to loosen his grip slightly.
Much to his surprise, she chuckled. "You don't know much. Nothing will change if you kill me. I'm easily replaceable," she found herself saying. This guy had no clue that she meant almost nothing to Roy Mustang. "Your perception is slightly skewed. It's more like if you kill him; you kill me. So go ahead and kill me if you want. That way I'll be out of Mustang's way." She really didn't know why she spoke those words to the murderer who was preparing to kill her. The way she truly felt just came pouring out from her body before she knew it.
He was stunned upon hearing her words. He tried to read her emotions by studying her face but it was of no use. There was a mask there that no one could crack. One that had been layering upon her for years and years. Then he directed his gaze back into her eyes and found the crack. For a short moment, he saw pain in them; he saw the glimmers of hopelessness in those hazel orbs. He recognized it so well because it was the same look he carried. They were truly alike more than he ever thought possible.
He'd always pushed back his emotions in favor of carrying out justice on those that defied god. He was doing god's will and would be doing god's will when he killed the woman before him. He needed to do it and get out of there, but no matter how much he needed to, the fact of the matter was that he couldn't. He couldn't' bring himself to kill a woman that felt so much like him.
He pressed her against the wall even tighter, causing a grunt of paint to leave her lips. Her gaze never left his; she wasn't afraid of him and she wasn't afraid to die. Those beautiful haunted eyes full of pain could engulf him and cause him to damn his god if he didn't do something.
"What are you waiting on? You'd better hurry," she said. "If you are following your god, then take me out so you can get to Mustang." She wondered what Mustang would do if he saw her in this predicament. The strong, stoic Riza Hawkeye was basically a damsel in distress. Why didn't Scar just kill her al—?
Suddenly, she felt lips against hers, her neck being let go and his other hand taking her arms and pinning them beside her head against the cream walls. Her eyes widened in shock. Why was he kissing her?
She should've been fighting against him, she should've hated what he was doing, but instead, her body was betraying her. His tanned muscular body felt so good pressed against her softer one and his lips pressed against hers: his tongue running along them. It felt wonderful to be adorned with such affections, even if there was no love involved in them. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, kissing him back furiously. She bit his bottom lip and he pressed her against the wall almost painfully. She groaned aloud as she felt her lower body tingling making her want to thrust her hips against his.
It'd been so long since she'd had sex, yes, that's all it was, pure fuck and run sex. Something she didn't want from Roy but would take from a man she should have been trying to kill; who should have killed her. She shouldn't have really been doing this, but Mustang did these types of things. He was probably doing the same thing to Stella at that very moment. If he was getting off, then why couldn't she?
He pulled away from her but as soon as he took a quick breath, she molded her lips back to his, kissing him frantically, their teeth clacking against each other. It was as if she was trying to draw every ounce of energy he had out of him. He soon found himself letting go of her arms and wrapping his own around her, pulling her against him and away from the wall.
He'd expected her to run, or go for her guns, so he was surprised when she reached up, and fisted her hands in the fabric of his yellowish shirt. His hands moved up to her shoulders, as he pulled away from the kiss and moved his lips to her neck. He trailed his hands down her body slowly, applying the slightest pressure, causing her skin to feel like he was applying small electric shocks to it. She bucked her hips slightly, that part feeling sorely neglected and in need of attention. His hands moved down to rest on her hips, then went to the small of her back, and trailed up to intertwine with her hair. He pulled her head back roughly and she moaned in pain, which turned to pleasurable whimpers as he licked up the middle of her neck, and then trailed back down with rough kisses and bites. She bucked her hips again, the action doing little good to ease her body's craving. She wanted the man before her badly.
Her hands untangled from his shirt and slid down his body, taking in all his muscles. The man before her was built like a god and it was no wonder her body wanted him so badly. Almost any single, non-attached woman would welcome having this man in this way.
When her hands arrived at his waist, they lifted his shirt slightly so they could slide under the fabric. They trailed up his abs and up his chest. She went slowly, deliberately teasing him, feeling him tense under the touch of her cool fingertips.
Scar moved down and bit her neck lightly, causing her to whimper. The woman before him was one hell of a woman. She was apparently strong and independent but she carried a broken part of her that he knew no one but that bastard Mustang would be able to put together. However, regardless of the events that were happening tonight, they were still enemies and he would be inadvertently killing her when he killed Mustang.
He admired her loyalty to the Flame Alchemist even if it was a foolish loyalty dedicated to an idiot. He reasoned that Mustang was the reason for her broken spirit and concluded that Mustang was the biggest fool in the world for not claiming, so to speak, this woman already.
Riza's hands left their place under his shirt to move down to the end of it. She lifted it and he let go of her so he could pull it over his head and drop it to the floor. He leaned in to kiss her but stopped when he saw her lean in and place a kiss on his chest once before trailing her tongue along the tanned path of his muscles. He withheld a groan and reached down to pull her shirt out from where it was tucked in her pants. She pulled away from him and shrugged her shirt off as well. She quickly undid her bra and slipped it off then found herself pressed back against the wall. He kissed the top of her breast before slowly and softly adorning it with light barely there kisses until he reached her nipple. His tongue touched it and Riza arched back, her hands moving to rest on his shoulders and her teeth biting her bottom lip.
She moaned and her nails sunk down into his shoulders. They didn't faze him in the slightest because he pulled away from her breast to kiss up her body and back to her lips, showing no indication of pain in his body language.
His hands cupped both breasts and began massaging them, as he moved his tongue against hers in an almost unison manner. She whimpered when his hands stopped their attentions to her breast, but hushed when she felt them unzip her pants and dive under her underwear to find her soaking womanhood. He moved his fingers inside her and applied the slightest pressure against her clitoris for just a mere moment before pulling them away. She opened her eyes and was shocked to see a slight smile on his lips. As if he took pride in causing her to do the things she did . . . and he had ever right to be proud because she could hardly breathe.
She moved to unzip his pants as he pulled hers down. She kicked them off and he merely pulled his down, not completely disrobing. It would be quick, and then he'd leave. He grabbed her waist and lifted her up as her legs wrapped around his waist, her boots still on her feet.
He thrust inside her and a groan left him as her walls engulfed his cock tightly. It'd been so long he'd almost forgotten how good it felt.
"Not...not like…"Riza started to say but lost her words as she found herself being guided over to a table. He sat her on it and she fell back to rest against it as he pulled out and back into her. He grabbed her hips, fingers digging into her skin as she grabbed the edges of the table, grabbing for anything that she could to brace herself so she could push back.
She began bucking her hips with every deliciously sinful thrust of his cock into her body. She began moaning with each thrust as her body's tension wound tighter and tighter; sweat accumulating upon her skin, and her breathing becoming ragged. Then she came, her back arching and a relieve shriek sounding from her. He kept thrusting through her climax until he reached his own.
He rested there for a few moments until she finally sat up. He pulled out of her and hurriedly pulled up his underwear and pants. He turned to pick up his shirt and she jumped off the table and walked down the hall, returning a moment later wrapped in a blue robe, and sans her boots. She picked up her clothing that littered the hallway without a word.
Finally, she turned to him, her gaze meeting directed with his. "That's shouldn't have happened but I can't say I regret it. I think both of us needed that."
He nodded, "Agreed."
Both were a bit surprised when there was a knock on her door but neither really showed it outwardly. The two were a lot of like in many aspects. Perhaps, if things were different they would have made a nice compatible couple.
"Don't let him get to you," Scar said. "Don't let him break you down. You deserve better."
Riza was shocked at his words and started to speak when the sound of her name coming from Roy kept her from doing so.
"Hawkeye! You there?"
She looked at the door then back at Scar. She walked up to him and placed a kiss on his cheek. "The bedroom is the last room on the right. You can sneak out of the window there. There's a cluster of trees where you can hide. The manhole isn't far from there and all of it resides in shadows. You shouldn't have any trouble."
Scar looked a bit confused. "Why?"
"You helped me," she said. "After you leave, we are enemies again. As long as you are after Mustang we have to be."
Scar nodded. "I won't come after you again. However, Mustang is another story." He turned to walk down the hall then suddenly stopped. "Take care of yourself," he said and ran from the room as Mustang called her name again. She laid her clothing on a table and walked over to her door to open it. Hayate bounded in and barked. After she petted him, he ran into the kitchen. She stood straight and saw the men from the office standing there staring at her.
"Are you all right? We all got calls saying Scar was spotted in this area. We thought he might come here because you saved me earlier this week," Mustang said. He was dressed in a suit, which meant that his date was probably interrupted by the incident.
"I'm fine. I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself," she said.
"Yes, but…"
"I do appreciate the concern sir. I'm just sorry the incident interrupted your date. Give Stella regards from the old hag will you?"
"Hawk…" Roy started but Havoc interrupted him.
"Lieutenant Hawkeye, we thought we heard a man's voice in here," Havoc said.
She grinned, much to the shock of the men before her. "That's because you did hear a man in here," she said.
They looked around the hall from their place in the doorway. She especially took great pleasure from the look on Mustang's face. It was somewhere between curious and angry and it made her wish she had a camera just to capture it.
"Where is he?" Fuery asked, before thinking of the consequences of being so nosey.
"It's early in the evening and I am in my robe. I think you can figure it out. Now, have a goodnight," she said, closing the door and locking it. She turned to lean against it and smiled.
"No regrets," she whispered to herself before walking into the kitchen to fix herself a cup of tea and some dinner.
