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Riza Hawkeye groans as she wakes up with an agonizing, shocking pain shooting through her skull, her hands immediately flying to grasp at her head.
It is not the first time that she's felt like shit after a long night out, but she can tell by the time that she's fully sat up on her mattress that it will easily be the worst.
Still holding her aching head, she looks at her surroundings and lets out a sigh of relief at the sight of her bedroom; clean, warm, and familiar. Last time this happened, she woke up on Sheska's couch and about had a panic attack when she saw the other woman's boyfriend, Kain Fuery, making pancakes in the kitchen, so it's nice not to have to ask herself if she accidentally slept with one of her teammates- and more importantly, one of her good friend's long term boyfriend- in the midst of her drunkenness.
She should probably stop drinking and has been telling herself so for years. Most nights, Riza doesn't drink at all, but Rebecca Catalina is nothing if not a bad influence. The cycle always repeats itself; Rebecca, always the extrovert, is somehow able to drag Riza and Sheska out for a night on the town. Riza is always reluctant at first, but goes regardless, wanting to be a good friend- and then they end up in a bar, and Riza ends up drunk. Sometimes, Rebecca and Sheska will drink with her- sometimes, they stay sober and watch her get progressively more belligerent through the evening.
She thinks back to last night and cringes. She got drunk, Sheska got even more drunk, and Rebecca… Was pretty much just buzzed.
They certainly didn't beat around the bush, hitting the bar first and immediately diving into cocktails. It being a Friday, work at Eastern Command had been nothing less than exhausting and Riza had been determined to drink it away as a result. She's glad that she's off today, but as more memories start to come back, she gets a horrible sinking feeling in her stomach that's paired with the nagging voice in the back of her head telling her, even over the splitting hangover-induced migraine she's developed, you're forgetting something important.
She forces herself out of bed and pads into the kitchen, flinching at the slivers of sunlight that pour in through her blinds. The thought of eating or drinking anything right now makes her nauseous, but she knows that she'll take the whole weekend to recover if she doesn't consume something. So, she fixes herself a glass of water and leans back against the kitchen counter while she sips on it.
That voice in the back of her mind persists, so she mentally runs through the events of yesterday in an attempt to remind herself of whatever the hell it is she's trying to remember.
First, she got up and went to work. Upon arriving, she immediately walked into Rei having a conniption at her desk over Major General Halcrow screwing her over- again. Riza has had feelings for Rei for years, but even the love she has for the other woman doesn't make her temper any easier to deal with, and as odd as it is, when Rei gets into her stormier moods, Riza finds herself…
Thinking. They are thoughts that she'd never share aloud, but for some reason, seeing Rei frustrated- hearing the slight growl in her normally smooth voice, seeing the way she's just a little more forceful with her surroundings, feeling the heat that radiates off of her- makes Riza wonder what it would be like to be on the receiving end of it in a more intimate setting. Maybe she'd finally make a move on Rei after all of these years, only to tease, and Rei would get fed up enough with her brattiness to tie her up regardless of where they're at, pin her down, spank her, and-
Ah.
Riza's cheeks burn red as the things she thought about Rei doing to her throughout the workday run through her mind. As she spent her time cleaning up the mess that Halcrow made, her thoughts kept drifting to those less than work-appropriate fantasies until the end of the work day. When she'd left, she had considered- for a split second- saying something, just to see how Rei would react. It would be a simple invitation, maybe to Riza's place for dinner, something subtle to start with. Such a small, simple thing, but Riza had talked herself out of it for the sole reason that she already had plans with Rebecca and Sheska.
After that, she'd gone with the two of them to the bar, they'd drank, and Rebecca had- if Riza waking up in her bed is anything to go by- driven her home.
Yet, there's that echo behind every other thought Riza is having about yesterday; that echo that's telling her that she's still missing a piece of the puzzle somehow.
You're forgetting something important… You're forgetting something important…
You're forgetting something important about the colonel… Yesterday evening-
Oh.
Oh, no.
It's not the most vivid memory, but it's vivid enough for Riza to realize that it is, in fact, important.
They're in the bar, sat together in a booth. She's on the left side, while Rebecca is in the middle with Sheska on her right. The music is loud enough to drown out any noise they make, which is good, because Riza and Sheska are so many drinks in that they've forgotten how to utilize basic volume control in a public space.
"Truth," She drunkenly slurs, well aware that she should probably start trying to sober up with some water, but too stubborn to let Sheska of all people out drink her.
She takes another shot and chases it with the soda to her left, so drunk that she nearly drops the glass before shakily setting it down.
"Okay," Sheska responds, giggling as she drags out the 'ay' on the end of the word. She has her head rested on Rebecca's shoulder and looks close to passing out. "If… If you could sleep with anyone in the world, who would it be?"
If Riza were sober, she would lie, maybe list some male celebrity that everyone else finds attractive. Safe, easy, and unlikely to get her made fun of.
But if Riza were sober, she never would've agreed to play a game as juvenile as truth or dare in the middle of a public space at all.
"Colonel Mustang," She sighs dramatically, throwing her head back a little too hard against the booth and screwing her eyes shut to try to keep from puking. "God, the things I'd let- hic!- her to do me. You know, I've al… always wondered what it'd be like if I had her all to myself-"
Oh, no.
With a gasp, she drops her water glass to the floor and rushes for the phone in the living room to call Rebecca. The water can be cleaned up later. The mess that she might've just gone and made with her drunken fantasy dump, however… May already be beyond salvaging. Rebecca Catalina is nothing if not a gossip, and while she can be trusted to keep a secret if you emphasize its importance, Riza highly doubts she was in the right state of mind to do that last night.
She stands by the wall that the receiver is hooked into and anxiously taps her bare foot on the ground as more and more memories of the things she said come back to her.
"I'd let her tie me up any way she wanted."
The phone rings… And rings… And rings, for so long that Riza thinks Rebecca might not answer.
"There's something about… Her hands in those gloves. I'm not usually into spanking or… Choking or a-anything like that, but if it were her… I mean, is that wrong?"
Finally, the ringing stops, but the horrific, embarrassing flashbacks do not.
"Ugh… If I'm being honest, I've been wanting her to just have her way with me for years… I wish she'd get- hic!- the hint already…"
"Good morning! Rebecca Catalina speaking," Rebecca greets, chipper as always.
The pure volume makes Riza wince.
"Rebecca…"
"Hey, girl! How are you holding up?" Rebecca asks, and then before Riza can even respond to the excited greetings and questions- "Oh, my bad. I guess I should be more quiet, huh?"
"If you would," She grumbles. "I have one hell of a hangover. I'm never drinking again."
"That's what you always say," It's true, so Riza doesn't argue. Every time something like this happens, she vows never to drink again, only to end up in another bar with Rebecca and Sheska mere weeks later, equally as inebriated if not more so than the time prior. "Anyway, what'd you call for? Need me to bring you a raw egg and some hot sauce? Usually does the trick for me when I've had too much to drink."
Though the nausea was starting to subside, the mere thought of Rebecca's hangover cure makes Riza feel as if she might vomit all over again.
"Oh, hell no. That's disgusting," She sighs and begins to nervously shift where she stands. "I just… The things I said when i was drunk about…"
"Oh, yeah. You were pretty, uh… Open! More so than usual," Rebecca cackles- cackles!- as if she isn't the one responsible for this mess. Riza winces again and holds the phone slightly further from her ear than she normally would. It does nothing to help her escape the weight of her shame as she thinks about how she told her two friends every little thing that she's ever thought about Rei Mustang doing to her while under the influence. "I sure did learn a lot about you. You know, I never would've guessed that you were into-"
Colonel Rei Mustang? Women? BDSM? Gloves and military uniforms? Out of everything she recalls saying last night, it could be any of it or even something else that she's forgetting in the midst of her hangover, but she doesn't want to know.
"Don't remind me," She interjects. "What we're going to do is pretend that none of it happened. If you try to bring it up to me, I will pretend that I have no idea what you're referring to."
"No idea that I'm referring to what?" Rebecca questions, and Riza blinks as she tries to process it, completely and utterly baffled.
Apparently, her hung over brain still hasn't fully caught up with the rest of her.
"Last night, you- Oh… You're doing a thing. Thanks."
"Haha, yeah. Don't worry, I promise I won't go behind your back and tell Mustang personally. It's not like me and her ever talk much. I doubt Sheska would say anything either," At that, Riza lets out a sigh of relief. With Rebecca and Sheska covered, and the bar being as loud as it was, there's a slim chance of Rei or anyone else who wasn't there ever finding out about what she said. "You sure you don't need anything, though?"
"Yes, I'm sure. All I'm dealing with is the headache and I at least have the rest of the weekend to recover… You should probably check on Sheska, though. I think she drank even more than you and I did combined."
"Oh, yeah, good point. I'll give her a call and let you know what she says. Love you, Riza!"
The words, even after many years of friendship, never fail to make Riza pause. She's never had anyone other than Rebecca that she can remember say them to her, let alone so easily, so she doesn't know how to respond other than to say it back and try not to sound awkward while doing so since she does love the other woman.
"Love you, too. Bye."
With that, Riza goes into the kitchen, cleans up the mess of water on the floor, and goes back to bed.
Most of Riza's weekend is spent recovering from her Friday night out with Rebecca and Sheska, but by the time she walks into work on Monday, she feels good as new. With her hair pinned back in its usual neat top knot, her uniform perfectly pressed, and a solid layer of makeup on her face to hide her exhaustion, there's no way that anyone at Eastern Command will have any idea about her Friday night antics or Saturday morning misery.
As she walks into the office and gets to work, there is still that voice in the back of her mind. This time, it's not telling her that she's forgotten something, but that she has reason to be nervous. There shouldn't be any way that Rei finds out about what happened or what was said. Rebecca and Sheska are both trustworthy. Worst case scenario, they both told their boyfriends, but Jean Havoc and Kain Fuery aren't the type to go and gossip with the colonel of all people.
So, it will be fine. Never mind the fact that, throughout the entire day, Rei's eyes never seem to leave her face and Havoc won't talk to her or even look her in the eye. She tells herself that she's just being paranoid and that with every day that passes after the bar incident, her anxiety will lessen, because nothing will come of it.
By the end of the work day, despite Rei not saying anything to indicate that she might have some idea about what happened, Riza finds herself anxious to escape the office and to escape her. She doesn't want to make the other woman suspicious by acting differently, so she doesn't rush out as soon as the clock strikes five like the rest of their team tends to. That leaves them in the office alone with her finishing some spare paperwork and Rei sat at her desk reading a book, which is her first sign that something is wrong.
Normally, at this point, Rei starts nagging Riza to leave and go home to get some rest. Right now… Rei is silent, but Riza continues to tell herself that it has nothing to do with what happened on Friday night. Maybe she's still upset about the incident that happened with Halcrow, or just really engrossed in that book of hers.
Riza stands, gathering her things and walking towards the door when-
"Lieutenant," Rei starts, her tone casual, but Riza knows better as she turns to face her with what she hopes is well-feigned composure.
"Yes, colonel?"
"Why don't you stay behind a moment?"
Rei has set her book down and is now looking at Riza with the most smug expression she's ever seen the other woman wear, which means exactly one thing.
She knows.
Riza was so close to escaping this, so close to getting away for the evening and getting away from Rei without ever having to talk about what happened at the bar the other night. She doesn't know how Rei found out, nor does she care. Maybe Rei was there and overheard it, being the drinker that she is. Maybe Rebecca went back on her word, though that's unlike her.
Or maybe, just maybe, Rei actually wants to talk about something else. That's right, Riza tells herself. This could be about something trivial, so why panic prematurely? She's only assuming that Rei found out about Friday because she's been paranoid about it all weekend. It's not as if Rei has given any true indication that she knows.
"If you don't mind me asking, ma'am… Why?"
Rei tilts her head, a small, devilish smirk taking over her red-painted lips that is far more sexy than it should be. Then, she props her elbows on top of her desk, rests her chin in one gloved hand, and goes in for the final blow-
"If you must know, I think we're due for a little discussion."
-and Riza knows that she's done for. Because Rei does know, after all.
"A discussion about…?"
"Friday night, of course," The moment Rei says the words, Riza feels something happening inside of her that's so horrific she can't even describe it. She's not sure if all the color has left her face or if she's blushing bright red, her heart has dropped to the bottom of her chest so quickly that she's nauseous, and she thinks she might pass out. Meanwhile, Rei is just sitting there looking at her with an unreadable expression. "I heard about your game of truth or dare at the bar."
"I-" Riza stutters on the first syllable, unable to meet Rei's gaze as she nervously fidgets where she stands by the door like an idiot. "I'm not sure I know what you're referring to, colonel…"
"Really now?" Rei raises an eyebrow, as if curious and actually considering the possibility that she might be telling the truth. Riza knows better. "Well, from what Havoc said, you were pretty drunk."
Immediately, any idea she has of playing dumb is thrown out the window and quickly replaced by rage that simmers hot just beneath the surface of her skin. Havoc told her? She struggles to process the information, caught between shock and the urge to go put a bullet in each of Havoc's kneecaps.
"Well, Havoc wasn't even there," She hisses, but she quickly starts to put the pieces together- Rebecca told Havoc thinking that he'd be able to keep his mouth shut, probably before she talked to Riza the next morning, and Havoc immediately went and spilled to Rei because he's a goddamn idiot.
"He wasn't there, no," Rei admits, leaning back in her chair. "But his girlfriend sure was, and he is quite the talker when he's drunk- not too different from you, if what I heard is to be believed. Him and I grabbed a pint on Saturday. Funny how things get around, don't you think?"
"It's like you just told me, I was drunk. I understand that what I said was incredibly inappropriate, and I apologize," Riza forces the words out and prays, really prays, that Rei will just write it off as a drunken mistake and drop the subject.
Of course, Rei does no such thing.
"So you do remember everything you said."
"Unfortunately, yes," She whispers. "I know that this is ridiculous to even ask of you, but… Please don't tell anyone about this. I think I'd rather shoot myself now than deal with that. I promise that I'm humiliated enough as it is and don't plan on drinking ever again."
"I won't tell anyone," Rei promises. It's far too good to be true, so Riza isn't surprised at all when the other woman tacks on- "Under one condition."
One condition? Her head spins at the prospect. Maybe it's something simple, like never repeating what she did Friday night again. Maybe she'll be forced to take on an ungodly amount of paperwork to repent, or do the team's coffee runs for the rest of the week. But then again, based on the dark blush that's starting to overshadow even the makeup on Rei's face, maybe…
Maybe this is could be a good thing.
"And what would that be?"
"Listen to me and don't run off until I'm done speaking," Rei orders. Then, she stands, not to approach Riza, but to circle her desk until she's standing in front of it with her hands clasped behind her back. Riza still stands by the door, though she doesn't dare move in one direction or the other until Rei tells her otherwise. "If you decide to be disobedient, I might have to punish you. Then again… You might think you'd like that, you naughty girl, but I can assure you that you don't want to push me to that point."
She does want to push Rei to that point. That's the worst part. There is a horrible, intrusive part of Riza's brain that tells her to do whatever she can to make Rei 'punish' her, but something about the other woman's molten charcoal gaze makes her stay frozen in place, obeying on instinct.
"Y-Yes, colonel."
"That being said… If it's what you want, we can forget that this ever happened and be back to normal tomorrow," Rei starts. It's not what Riza wants, she quickly decides. "Or you can do what I say and get what you said you wanted from me, here and now. What'll it be, Riza?"
Riza doesn't even stop to consider it like she probably should, instead immediately agreeing to it without a second thought.
"I want to do what you say."
"Well, you are good at that, aren't you?" Rei grips the desk behind her lifts herself onto it so she can sit on the edge with one leg crossed over the other. It's rare that Riza feels comfortable enough to stare at her like this, so she takes the opportunity to do exactly that. From her impeccably done makeup, to her smoothly pressed uniform, to her smoldering dark eyes, to the sleek ponytail that she keeps her raven hair in, Rei is nothing less than perfection incarnate. "First, I'd like you to lock the door."
Riza immediately turns, locks the door, and then turns back to Rei.
"There. What else, colonel?"
"Let your hair down and take off your clothes."
Riza hadn't expected that so soon, especially with Rei still just sitting on the desk, fully clothed and watching her. She hesitates for a long moment, not because she doesn't want to, but because she finds herself feeling slightly self conscious and all too aware of the situation they're in. Her and Rei have never crossed a line like this, which makes it nervewracking on its own, but in the office? The thought of being in here, even with the door locked, nude and underneath Colonel Mustang's scrutinizing gaze is intimidating.
Still. She's not going to refuse an order from Rei in a situation like this, and the thrill of not being in control- of doing these things and taking these risks that she never would on her own- turns her on so much that it borders on painful.
So, Riza does what she's told, first walking to the small sitting area across from Rei's desk. There's two long couches sat across from each other with a coffee table in between and a soft rug underneath that she stands by.
She lets her hair down first, dragging it out by setting the clip down on the table and combing through her silky golden locks with her nimble fingers. She's not foolish enough to think that she has any control in this situation, but if Rei wants to tease her by making it a step by step process, she has no problem at least trying to tease back in the midst of her obedience.
When she's done, she unlaces her boots and pulls them off one by one, followed by her socks. It really isn't necessary, yet she tests the waters by walking over to the door, setting them down, and then returning to where she was standing by the table to remove the rest of her clothing. Next, she unbuttons her uniform jacket button by button and pulls it off to neatly drape over the back of the couch, which earns her a roll of Rei's eyes.
Rei, however, seems unbothered, so Riza decides to rush the rest. She clumsily pulls her shirt and sports bra over her head and puts them with her jacket before shoving everything from the waist down to the floor.
The entire time, Rei watches intently, the smirk on her face growing with each piece of clothing that's discarded. Finally, Rei lets out a low whistle and stands from her desk.
"Now that has to be the most gorgeous sight I've ever seen," Rei says as she takes a couple of long strides until she's standing right in front of Riza- notably, still fully dressed. She puts her gloved hands on Riza's hips and pushes her down onto one of the nearby couches until she's laid flat with her legs parted. She gasps at the sensation of the cold air on her center, but she doesn't even have the time to close her legs, because Rei is kicking her shoes off and getting in between them. Her knees sink into the couch cushion just beneath Riza's ass at the same time that her gloved hands are placed on either side of Riza's head, and she's so close that Riza could just reach up and kiss her. "You blush so pretty, Riza. How far do you think I could make it spread?"
Riza is confused until she looks down and sees that the blush she can feel in her cheeks has already spread down to her chest, painting the normally-pale skin a shade of dark and rosy pink.
"You-" She pauses, swallowing her nerves as she peers up into Rei's eyes. It's intense having her this close, intense being able to feel her. She's always been smaller than Riza; shorter, thinner, more petite than anything. If Riza wanted to, she could easily flip Rei off of her and pin her down, but just the heat and command in Rei's gaze keeps her perfectly still with her body flat on the couch and her legs spread in submission. "You could always try to find out, if you'd like?"
"Oh, I will," Rei wolfishly grins and presses her lips to Riza's firmly enough that Riza can feel the other woman's red lipstick practically melting into her own lip balm from the heat between them, staining her mouth and the skin around it. Rei breaks away before she Riza can even kiss back and fists her fingers in the back of Riza's hair. Riza gasps and screws her eyes shut when Rei pulls at the golden locks so hard that her vision blurs, leaning into the touch as Rei whispers against her lips- "Say my name, Riza."
"Rei," Riza whispers back.
"Say 'I want you, Rei'."
"I want you, Rei," She echoes. Rei releases her hair and keeps one forearm beside her head, using her spare hand to slide up and down Riza's body. She's cruel in the way that she offers no real contact- just fleeting brushes of her gloved fingertips over Riza's nipples, over Riza's torso, and finally, over Riza's hips. "I want you to…"
"You want me to what?"
"I want you to do whatever you want to me."
Riza doesn't know why she says that instead of giving some sort of specific instructions. Once again, she's left her fate up to Rei, who seems more than happy to tease her throughout this. In a way, it feels like she's just signed her own death warrant until Rei says-
"Gladly. Hold my hair, will you?"
-and sinks between her legs entirely.
Riza isn't sure exactly what she was expecting out of today, but it wasn't this. This morning, she went into work just hoping that Rei wouldn't find out the truth about what happened at the bar on Friday night. Now, Riza is splayed out naked on one of the couch's in the office, her hands tentatively reaching down to grab and hold Rei's long ponytail. She's careful not to ruin it, gently wrapping the collection of raven hair around one hand to keep it in place as Rei presses hot, reverent kisses to her plush inner thighs.
She can feel that she's wet- hell, she has been since Rei threatened to 'punish' her earlier- but she swears it somehow gets even worse when she shifts Rei's ponytail into one hand and props herself up on one elbow to be met with the sight of ruby red lip prints on her right thigh.
Briefly, she wonders how long she could get away with not washing them off, though she doesn't have the time to dwell on that question with Rei leaning forward and nuzzling her cunt with an open mouth and darting tongue.
It's such a debauched yet ardent gesture that Riza audibly gasps, her eyes flying open so she can look down to make sure that this is actually real- and it is real, and Rei Mustang is essentially making out with her lower lips in the middle of her goddamn office. It is loud and overwhelming with lewd slurps and squelches echoing in the otherwise quiet space.
She doesn't pull Rei's hair- actually, she doesn't move at all- terrified that if she makes even the slightest misstep, Rei will deprive her entirely. This is already more than she ever thought she would get and she's not going to take advantage, so she lies there and enjoys the overwhelming heat that washes over her body.
Rei is better at this than any man Riza has been with, she decides. The other woman finds her clit and captures it between her lips, accurate and consistent in the way she suckles the sensitive nub at a slow and steady rhythm. She builds it up to something faster and more thorough without it becoming overstimulating and right when Riza finds herself craving a little more, slides two gloved fingers into her soaking wet entrance and gently crooks them to find that spot inside of her that makes her see stars.
When she cries out, Rei (rightfully) takes it as encouragement and keeps repeating the exact same motion- the generous suckling of her clit, the gentle massage of her fingers- not changing rhythm or anything else until Riza is writhing and panting on the couch with the strain it takes not too cum too fast.
It's embarrassing, honestly. She's never fallen apart this fast with anyone else she's been with, and she's almost curious if it's because Rei is a woman or if it's just because Rei knows her more than anyone else ever could. When she looks down and sees the look in Rei's eyes, however, she knows that she shouldn't even try to hold back- that she should just let herself have this, and that her unraveling is clearly what Rei is after, anyway.
That much should've been clear from the very beginning when Rei made her stay behind in the office, but it only seems to fully click when Riza feels herself not just cum, but squirt all over Rei's face. It's the best orgasm she's had in years in the sense that it feels like her entire body is being completely and utterly consumed by pure, burning white pleasure that quickly tapers down to relief.
Even when she takes note of Rei's damp bangs, wet face, and stained collar, the aftershocks are still tearing through her.
"Oh, god, colonel, you're soaked. Your jacket is ruined… I've never done that before- I didn't even know I could do that,I'm-" Riza starts to apologize as Rei sits back on the couch and chuckles.
"That was a religious experience, so don't you dare tell me you're sorry for it unless you want me to make you do it again. I'll let you ruin the rest of my clothes if I have to," Rei murmurs, her face soaked and her makeup smeared in every which way. In what must be the filthiest gesture that Riza has ever seen, the other woman takes the two fingers on her dry hand and firmly drags them over her face to collect Riza's arousal. She brings them to her own mouth and, still peering into Riza's honey-hued eyes, sucks them off. Riza allows her mouth to fall shut. Any apologies that she might have had are long gone and replaced by the burning desire to return the favor. "I'm glad we've reached an understanding, then. That being said… I think it's my turn, don't you?"
"What do you want-" Riza stammers, still trying to recover from her earth shattering orgasm. It feels like her brain has been melted into useless mush as if by Rei's alchemy, and she can barely even think, let alone speak properly. "How do you want me to get you off?"
"Bold to assume I want you to do that. I actually think you look perfect where you're at, so you better not move."
At that, Riza raises her eyebrows, confused.
"Don't you want to finish, too?"
"Obviously. I never said that I didn't. You really are bad about assuming things you shouldn't, Riza," Rei scolds. "Another thing I could punish you for, now that I think about it."
"Please," Riza pleads, because the thought of Rei doing this to her and leaving is torturous. "Let me take care of you, too. I want to see you finish, I- I've been fantasizing about it too long not to now that we're actually doing this."
"Is that so?" Rei asks, tilting her head. Then, she climbs off of the couch and stands from the couch to kick off her boots, push her pants to the floor, and pull off her stained uniform jacket. What's left is an ensemble that Riza thinks should be illegal; Rei's petite body dressed in nothing but socks, a loose white button-up that the outline of her dark bra is visible through, and lacy black panties. She turns to Riza and pops the buttons open on her shirt to reveal that the bra matches her panties perfectly, which has Riza wondering if the other woman wears matching lace every day or if she had this entire thing planned from before the moment she got dressed this morning. Honestly, Riza isn't sure which possibility is worse. "I suppose I can give you that much."
"Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet. You're going to sit right here and watch me fuck your thigh until I cum. That'll be your punishment for not telling me about any of this sooner," Rei lightly scolds. Riza thinks she'll come back then, but she doesn't, which has her whining from the loss of warmth as the cold air from the office has chills rising on her skin. Thankfully, Rei does return moments later with some sort of plain black tie, which she uses to grab Riza's wrists and tie them together so tightly in front of her that she can't move them so much as an inch. Riza peers up at her and pouts despite the excited shiver that runs down her spine at the loss of control- and of course, Rei knows her well enough to know that she doesn't mean it. "Don't make that pitiful face, Riza. You know you like it. And don't you think it's ridiculous that I had to find out through Havoc? Don't you think you should be punished for that?"
"I never wanted you to find out at all, but I won't… Complain about you punishing me," She mutters as Rei climbs back on top of her. This time, the position is slightly different; Rei has pulled Riza to sit up a little more and is straddling one of her legs, pressing her lace-covered cunt against Riza's thigh. "While we're talking about it… How would you have wanted to find out?"
"I would've rather you told me," Rei answers. She's doing exactly what she said she would, gently rocking against Riza's thigh to stimulate her clit through the fabric of her panties. "I would've rather you came to me and begged. Dropped to your knees in front of my desk and told me that all you wanted was to be my helpless little bitch for the night, told me every fantasy you've ever had about me before letting me absolutely ruin you."
"We can still do that," Riza offers, breathless.
She doesn't think she could go again even if she wanted to, but to steal Rei's earlier description- this is still a religious experience. She watches as Rei increases her pace, rocking against her thigh so hard that the couch creaks with the force of it.
"I know we can," Rei whispers. "And we will, because you're a good girl who'll do whatever she's told by her colonel. Aren't you?"
"Yes- yes, whatever you want."
"God," Rei shudders. "The things I'm going to do to you now that I know. You have no idea, Riza."
She doesn't. And that is arguably the best part of all of this.
Riza doesn't realize that Rei is about to finish until it's already happening. The other woman lets out the sweetest, tiniest gasp as she begins to tremble, her charcoal eyes screwed shut and her long, inky lashes fluttering against her soft cheeks. Then, with a mere whisper of Riza's name, Rei falls apart, rushing to untie Riza's hands before collapsing on top of her and burying her face in between her bare breasts.
"Fuck, I love you," Rei whispers against her skin. Then, as if she's made the decision to say this at the very last second, she tacks on- "After I figure out how I'm going to get us cleaned up, you're coming home with me. That's an order."
Riza wouldn't have had it any other way, so she quickly agrees with a smile and a softly spoken-
"Yes, ma'am."