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Day 7 for Royai Smut Week || Theme: s & t
Rated: M | Words: ~2000

He kisses her softly, timidly – in a way she didn’t know Roy Mustang could. Lips that are just as tender and shy owned by a man defined by his confidence, if not by cocksure mannerisms. He catches her by surprise as they discuss the routes by which the First Lady travels, ironing out the details, and establishing back up plans A through Z. He interrupts her when she reminds him what should happen if things went devastatingly wrong.

It’s an effective way to shut her up, she’ll give him that. The stakes are high, nerves were on end that evening, and by the end of tomorrow they’d either be dead, labeled as traitors, or heralded as heroes. There’s so much left up in the air and the finality of it is crowning on the horizon. But they have to deal with today first and Roy decides to deal with it by kissing his subordinate for the first time.

She’s frozen at first, but she doesn’t stop him. Riza doesn’t know how long she stood there. It could have been a couple second. If there’s hesitance, his face doesn’t show it. Cocksure mannerisms at play, to be sure. For all her standards and her trained impassivity, they all fail her when she slowly kisses him back. In the middle of some sketchy motel room in an equally shady part of town, she finally learns what his lips felt like against hers, running her fingers through his hair and making noises she shouldn’t.

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