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Riza Hawkeye would not only outright deny being a virgin if asked, she'd lie to cover up the truth. She's had her story straight for years and she's never once strayed from it:
The brother of a friend from the academy she attended as a girl named Dorian who was shy but asked her to dance at their year end ball. She embellishes a bit about how he didn't even have a condom so they almost didn't commit themselves to following through; but teen hormones being what they are coerced them into risking it. She tells them it hurt a bit, but that he was so nice about the whole thing. She tells them how he even drove her back to the dorms before the headmistress knew she was gone.
People don't ask too many follow up questions, nobody exactly wants to hear the play-by-play of fifteen/sixteen year olds fooling around. She doesn't need to lie about it but she has no desire to field the questions that would inevitably follow if she did admit her inexperience.
The questions like 'what's wrong with you?' or 'are you religious or something?' or 'are you waiting for the one?'
Worse than the questions would be the infantilization. People deciding that because she's a virgin they have a right to educate her about such matters. That they are now in a position to give unsolicited advice or opinions about how she chooses to express herself sexually.
The worst case scenario, and if she's honest the real reason she lies so freely about this, would be the fetishization of her virginity. Mostly men who would leer at her and offer to 'help'. She has no desire to become a prize for those whose world view shifts the second they find out she's never had a dick inside of her.
All of this to say, she's not really thinking about it when she regales the tale of Dorian to a group of girls at the range.
"Have you thought about writing him? I'm sure he misses you," Master Sergeant Tate smiles at her as she cleans her rifle.
"I've never thought about it, no," Riza responds as she tucks the unused box of ammo back into the supply cabinet.
"There's plenty of guys out there; Riza could bang anyone she sets her mind to." Rebecca folds her arms over her chest with a proud smile. "Which is why you should come tomorrow, I'll even buy your first drink."
"Oh my god, please, come Hawkeye. You must be dying to spend sometime out of the office," Second Lieutenant Odell claps her hands together.
"I spend plenty of time out of the office. At home. With my dog," Riza smirks at the girls.
"Nope, doesn't count, you get why that doesn't count, right?" Rebecca gives her a trademark you're being a buzzkill expression.
Riza straps her pistol back to her belt. "I'll just end up dragging you all home by your ponytails to keep you from sleeping with a walking regret. Again."
The girls chuckle but they are all quickly snapping back into professionalism as soon as they hear Colonel Mustang's voice.
"Lieutenant Hawkeye?"
"Sir," Riza snaps a salute as he rounds the corner. He feigns surprise as he sees all four soldiers standing at attention.
"Well don't stop on my account, I can be one of the girls."
Riza sighs, "Colonel-"
"Sorry, not trying to embarrass you in front of your friends." He gives a big grin and a wink; the girls respond in kind with a dead look in the eyes. He clears his throat, "Anyway, we're needed back at HQ. Falman says we've got new reports on potential alchemist recruits."
"Of course, sir." Riza gathers the last of her gear and falls in step behind him.
The last thing Riza hears before they exit the range is a terse, "Listen, I know we hate him but he can get it- OW!"
Riza's fairly certain she sees Mustang's shoulders shake a bit to hold in some laughter, and she tries to bite back the voice in her head that agrees with the sentiment. It's no secret that Roy Mustang has many many lovers. It's all a part of their carefully crafted plan.
Roy Mustang the womanizer; Roy Mustang who codes his alchemy notes as a dating log; Roy Mustang who's happy to shirk his responsibilities in favor of a good time; Roy Mustang who could never possibly be a threat to the higher ups because he only learned alchemy to impress the ladies; Roy Mustang who can't let the world know how much he cares about this country and the people who live here.
Roy Mustang who she's had a crush on since she was only twelve years old; Roy Mustang who she's been in love with since Ishval; Roy Mustang who's never so much as looked at her with an ounce of desire.
She remembers with a flush of embarrassment how angry she'd been hearing him talk about his date at the military ball. Not because he was being crass or derogatory - which he was to an amused audience of upper brass - but because he wasn't saying those filthy things about her. She'd told him to wash his mouth out with soap when they got in the car that night, he asked if bleach was a suitable substitute with a withering smile that betrayed how sick he felt with himself. They shared a smile, a laugh, and a long conversation about how terrible those men were.
She remembers how angry she'd been when she went to pick him up after an intel gathering mission only to find him bare ass naked with an equally naked informant. He'd stuttered out apology after apology until she snapped at him to simply shut up. He bought her coffee and pastries for a week after but each bite tasted as bitter as she felt about the whole thing.
Riza Hawkeye is a virgin, but Roy Mustang most certainly isn't and it makes her furious.
"Lieutenant? Are you with me?" he asks as she nearly runs a red light.
"Yes, sir," she responds, flicking on her blinker. "I take it those reports mean another late night?"
He looks at her discerningly. "Took the words right out of my mouth."
She sighs but says nothing and he doesn't either. They are silent all the way back and for the rest of the long afternoon. Riza ignores the niggling feeling that she should be on alert; staying late usually means something nefarious in their line of work. She's not a fool, but she is somewhat distracted by her earlier musings.
Still, she finds herself surprised when her team scatters to the wind as soon as five pm rolls around. Havoc and Breda walk out on the dot, Fuery quickly puts his tools away not long after, and Falman does a double take at the clock before jogging out of the office.
So this is just between her and the Colonel then? How odd… He's in a meeting still, and she wonders if she should have tried to keep the team but Mustang didn't tell her to. Usually she's in charge of the office schedule but obviously Mustang gets the final say. She should have asked earlier, she shouldn't have been so distracted.
Before she can truly berate herself, Mustang walks into the office with a steaming mug of coffee. He closes the door behind him and sits at his desk, scribbling away as if nothing is amiss.
Riza follows suit; she does have quite a bit of work to catch up on but there's always something to catch up on. Maybe she just needs to wait, maybe he doesn't want to say anything until he's sure the command center is a empty… then why not go for a drive or find someplace quiet to speak?
The hours tick by six, seven, eight, nine, and still Mustang hasn't said anything to her… she's never been so caught up on paper work but this isn't making any sense.
"Sir," she finally approaches him. "Is something the matter?"
Mustang looks up at her with an easy smile, "What do you mean?"
"I was under the impression that there was a special project for us to go over. Recruitment portfolios?"
"Oh, my apologies, Lieutenant, yes there is a special project I was working on. Go shut the door and we can discuss it."
Riza, feeling more than a little irritated, stalks to the door and shuts it with more force than strictly necessary.
"Take a seat," he instructs.
"Sir-"
"Take a seat, Lieutenant," he gives her a hard stare.
Riza sits in front of his desk, pen and notebook in hand with a scrutinizing expression to go alongside it.
"You attended Miss Cossman's School for Girls, is that right?" He perches on the edge of his desk so that he towers over her. His arms folded over his chest, his gaze is dark as it lands on her.
"Sir?"
"Answer the question, Hawkeye."
Riza is taken aback by the sharp command. "Yes, sir."
"Which is located out West, right? In a small lake town called Forren?"
"Correct," she levels her response. Did something happen out there? Is there some crazed alchemist taking advantage of a town that relies on a minor but well-established boarding school to stay afloat?
"You know it's still open, right?"
"Last I checked," Riza nods.
"And their enrollment records are available to the public." That's not a question but it does confuse her. "In fact, you can find those records going all the way back decades. Back as far as 1809, did you know that?"
"I… was vaguely aware," she responds slowly. "Is there a point to this?"
He shrugs, "You tell me."
"I'm afraid I can't do that if I don't know what you're getting at, respectfully."
"Your roommate in year six was a Miss Hadley Braga, right?"
Riza narrows her gaze, "Yes. Why do you ask?"
"She doesn't have a brother," Mustang says with a cool triumphant smile.
Riza takes a moment to process that, then she realizes what he means and her stomach drops out of her.
"In fact, none of the girls in your year had a brother named Dorian. Don't you find that odd?"
"Sir, I-"
"If you're going to tell a fib, don't add too many unnecessary details. Especially if you can find those details in public records."
Her face burns hot as she gathers her wits. "Sir, this conversation is highly inappropriate."
"I'll say, it's a terrible look for my second in command to be caught red handed lying about her virginity." He looks at her with a vicious glint in his eye.
Riza's at a loss for words so she averts her gaze from his. "I don't see why anyone would do that sort of research in the first place, unless they were being particularly crass or cruel."
Roy is unfazed by the barbed accusation and actually scoffs. "I aim to know everything about my people, Hawkeye, you know that."
"Do you have a running list of Havoc's ex's then? Or what about Falman's divorce, do you keep tabs on that?" Riza can't help but snap.
"You know they're not as important as you." He's still not scowling at her, in fact, he looks like the cat who got the cream. Riza is baffled and flustered by both his expression and his comment.
"I'd beg to differ."
"You would, but I'd tell you how wrong you are. You're more important than any of them, and you're too wonderful to be lying about your first time. So tell me, and be honest, how did you lose your virginity?"
She stands up abruptly. "This conversation never happened."
"I agree." He snaps his fingers and to her horror she watches the damn door handle melt, effectively locking them inside.
"Sir!"
"Seems we're stuck in here for now, so tell me a story, Lieutenant. How did you lose your virginity?"'
"This is highly inappropriate!" she insists, angrily stalking to the door and pounding on it to call for help.
Suddenly, Roy's arms cage her in and his body presses into her back. "No one's out there, you know that. I can get us out of here, just tell me the truth and we can both go home."
She whirls around on him with a look that could kill a weaker man. "You want the truth? Fine! I'm a virgin, are you happy?"
For a moment, he looks absolutely shocked by her response, but then a pleased expression overtakes him. Riza is mortified as she looks away from his stupid smug face so she doesn't break it.
"You're fibbing again," he teases.
"I'm not," she admits tensely.
"You have to be, there's no way that you're a virgin."
"There is because I am a virgin," she snips.
His left hand drops to her shoulder while the other stays perched beside her head. "Are you serious?"
"Yes, goddamn you."
"How?"
"What do you mean how?" She finally looks up at him and is met with a dark steady gaze. The kind of look that reads as hungry and that confuses her even more.
"I mean how have you never… how has no one ever-"
"Because I'm a frigid bitch who has always been a religious rule follower and I was never pretty enough for boys to want to fuck me. Any other stupid questions?"
Roy looks at her incredulously. "You… You can't be serious."
"I'm deadly serious Colonel. I'm not desirable and I'm fine with that. Is there anything else?"
"You're wrong," he says firmly.
"I'm pretty sure I know where my vagina's been," she cringes when she uses the word. Her rage tastes a little too honest but she's at the point where she is far too annoyed to be anything less than crass.
"No, you're wrong about all the other shit. You, Riza Hawkeye, are the very definition of desirable," he says it so earnestly she almost believes it. "You've always been beautiful are you really going to sit here and tell me that you think you aren't?"
She flushes and she hopes he doesn't notice. "I think this conversation is over."
"Answer me," he insists.
Riza bites the inside of her lip, "I'm not pretty, sir. That's what I believe, because it's true."
He shakes his head. "I didn't think anyone could be so wrong."
"It's not like it matters, it's easier if people don't see me as a woman," she insists, only just now realizing his hand is still on her. She hasn't tried to move, she doesn't want to move. She hates herself but no matter how wildly inappropriate this conversation is, she would do anything to feel his touch.
"It does matter," he insists. "I can't have my- my subordinate thinking so little of herself. Nor can I have her being so categorically wrong about something that she feels the need to lie about it."
"Why do you care?"
"Because I-" he stops himself from saying something.
"Because what, Colonel?" she pushes just as he had.
He doesn't say anything, his hand slips behind her neck and his lips press against hers. At first, she doesn't know what's happening, she feels the rough texture of his gloves on her skin and the intense heat of his body against hers. Then she realizes they're kissing and she gasps through her nose.
"Because I love you," he says when he pulls away. "Because I have loved you for years and for years I've been haunted by the idea of another man hurting you."
Riza balks at him. "That's the detail you were hung up on?"
He cups her face tenderly. "I figured you'd had dozens of other lovers, how could I not? You're so beautiful that… but the thought of some other man- no a boy hurting you? It killed me."
"Sir-"
"You haven't told me to stop," he says desperately. "Tell me you want this too."
Riza stalls for a moment; she's so baffled by the whole conversation the truth falls out of her face. "Wha… well of course I want to but why would you want me?"
He's kissing her again, it's equal parts sinful and heavenly.
"Why wouldn't I want you?" he asks between kisses. "You're perfection, Riza. Pure and simple, you are perfect."
Her center twinges pleasantly with the praise, and suddenly her insides are just like that door handle; melting, molten, and broken down by Roy Mustang. Her hips rock against his without her consent and he can't help but laugh.
"Why don't we fix that little lie of yours, hm?" Roy's knuckle hooks under her chin.
"Fix it?" she asks, a little too enticed by that idea.
He answers by pushing her into the doorframe, his tongue sliding into her mouth with expert efficiency.
"Let me show you everything, sweet girl." She makes a sound she didn't think she was capable of and he smiles. "I see, you like honeyed words? I suppose that makes sense given the self deprecating filth you've been spouting about yourself. I never want to hear you say such horrible things about yourself again. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," she breathes heavily against his lips.
"Good girl,"
She's practically a puddle at that, his arms are all that keep her from spilling onto the floor.
"Oh I'll be keeping that reaction in mind," he chuckles.
"Be nice," she insists with a pout.
"Oh I intend to be very nice if it gets me more reactions like that." He carries her back to his desk, "You let me handle you, sweet girl, let me demonstrate how a first time is meant to be."
Riza isn't sure where their jackets go or how her shirt became a puddle beside a mound of reports, but her breasts are in his hands and she might die from embarrassment.
"Fuck, you are otherworldly," he groans. He plants hot, open mouthed kisses along the plump pale flesh of her tits.
"You… like them?" She cringes as she asks.
He hums against her nipple, sucking it into his mouth with a slurp so depraved she shivers.
"Your breasts… god, Riza, your breasts are the most perfect things I've ever held," he squeezes them again.
She can't help but laugh, "I thought you were a thigh man."
He smirks at her, "I lied."
"You did not," she manages to laugh again.
"It's all a part of the persona," he insists. "We all lie a bit, dear, but some of us craft better lies."
"Fuck you," she snips playfully.
"I'm fucking you, actually," he teases. "You and your insane breasts. It should be illegal to keep them hidden, it's a crime against god's greatest creation."
"Sir-"
"Roy," he insists, lapping at her breast again.
"We can't," she gasps as his teeth graze her other nipple.
"Oh, I can fuck you on my desk but you can't call me by my first name?"
"I won't be able to go back if I start calling you that again," she says through the thin gasp he elicits.
He gives her a sad look, "Please?"
She can't say no to that face, "I… ugh… Roy."
"That's a good girl," he beams at her. "My good girl, my perfect lieutenant with perfect breasts who's pure as driven snow."
"I wouldn't go that far," she bites her lip as he reaches down to unbutton her trousers.
"I would, my pure little virgin." His fingers slip into her undergarments, and teasingly brush against her in an experimental motion. "Oh look at that, not nearly wet enough."
"You-"
"Relax, beautiful, let me take care of everything." His mouth is still impossibly close to her nipple, his warm breath disperses over the skin, causing it to pebble. "Let me show you how much better you deserve. You deserve an experienced lover to handle you with care."
"I'm not a careful woman," Riza says, tipping her head back in pleasure as his fingers curl over her center.
"You like that, hm?" He smirks knowingly. "How do you touch yourself, dear?"
She doesn't answer, biting her lips in embarrassment.
"Really?" he asks, genuinely surprised by that response.
"I never knew how, sticking my fingers in never did anything for me," she admits.
"Oh, honey, they don't need to go in," he says. His fingers splay across her uninitiated clit and start to massage the bundle of nerves.
In a matter of moments she's gasping and moaning, absolutely obscene sounds that she'd deny ever making. But it feels so good and she feels a little stupid for having never explored her own body.
"Beautiful," he groans. "That sound, that face, you're absolutely beautiful."
She feels something trickle out of her and she sits up a bit straighter.
"Good girl, that's what we're after."
"Did I-"
"No, not yet, and that's okay." He kisses her lips this time, as his fingers continue to dance and caress her clit.
"Roy," she pants against his lips. "Are you… going to-"
"Some part of your story can stay the same," he chuckles. "Surprise of all surprises, I don't keep condoms in the office."
Practicality simply doesn't occur to her in this moment, so she lowly demands:
"Well you'll fix that in the future, won't you?"
"Certainly," he chuckles. "Do you still-"
"Yes," she keens.
"Good," he pulls out his hand from her pants and kisses her once more.
She moans at the loss of contact but he's pulling out his cock before she can complain too much. She has the realization she's never seen one before and she catches herself staring at it poking out of his fly. Do all penises look like that? Is that really going to fit inside of her? She's not even certain he's big but she's never had more than a single finger inside of her cunt so-
"Eyes up here, pretty girl," Roy instructs. "Don't worry about a thing, you're so wet I could shove a pistol inside you and you'd be fine."
She laughs limply as their lips collide once more. His hand gathers some of her essence and spreads it over his cock. She feels the gusset of her panties get stretched to one side as the head of his dick presses against her opening.
The stretch of her pussy is unfamiliar but not unwelcome. He goes so tantalizingly slow in comparison to the steady rhythm of his fingers still stimulating her clit. She tries to scoot her hips to take him faster but he keeps her in place.
She whines, "Roy-"
"Slow and steady, sweetheart, it'll be worth it. I promise."
She forces a chuckle, "All these pet names."
"I've been dying to call you sweetheart for years. If we lived in a kinder world I'd have made you my wife."
She's taken aback by the confession, "Really?"
"Yes, angel, that's what I've been saying. You are a bounty of a woman. You are everything a man could ever want. I'm not worthy to be standing in your light, let alone be allowed in your pants."
"You love me?" she asks in disbelief.
"I do," he agrees, pushing in just a bit more. "I have loved you for so long I can't be sure if there was ever a time where I didn't love you. You are my world."
"Roy," her breath jitters with nerves and emotion in equal measure. "I love you too."
"Good," he seems relieved to hear that. "So I'm going to treat you like the goddess you are. I'm going to call you sweet names and tell you how perfect you are. And I'm going to make love to you, okay?"
"Make love with me," she insists.
"I like the sound of that," he kisses her again.
With his cock fully sheathed inside of her she squeezes around him, just to be sure she's feeling every inch properly. He groans and she can't help but ask:
"Did I hurt you?"
"Not at all, but you might make me come too soon."
Riza squeezes around him again, "Just like that?"
"Just like that, now cut it out so I can worship you again. I want you falling apart on my cock."
"Aren't I doing that already?"
"You're not making it out of this without an orgasm," he laughs.
Riza bites back the question of 'haven't I already had one?' because he seems to think she hasn't.
All of this has already been earth shattering, life altering, perfect sex. But he rocks and rubs and she writhes in pleasure against him. She can't imagine there's much more but then she feels a swell of something inside of her that gives her pause.
"Wait," she gasps.
"Are you okay?"
"Something felt… different," she pants against his lips.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, it was good but… I… I don't know, why I felt so tight inside," she rests her forehead against his.
"Let me keep going, I want to show you what you've been missing, pretty girl."
Riza's center does that anticipatory thing again, the tight yearning feeling. "Okay."
He nuzzles his forehead against hers as his fingers stimulate her again. "My good girl."
Suddenly she understands that feeling she had was the prelude to an orgasm. Her head falls back and she gasps deeply:
"Oh fuck," she tries to quiet the sounds she makes but the desk squeaks just as loudly as she does. "Roy…. Roy."
"Just like that, honey, just like that. Good girl," he praises her with a genuine tender smile.
"That… that's…" she can't even say the word.
"An honor to give you your first orgasm, my lady," he smiles at her.
"Just say it won't be the last," she begs weakly.
"Oh my dear, I'm no where near done with you."