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“Lieutenant?”
“Yes sir?”
“Do you mind if I ask you something? You can decline if you don’t feel comfortable.” He looked away with red staining his cheeks. He never really looked in her direction when he first started speaking, but now he definitely wasn’t looking near her. “Would you mind...helping me...with the shower? I can’t see what I’m doing and I don’t particularly feel like hurting myself further.” He kept his unseeing eyes trained away from her side of the room. His hands grasped the bed sheets to the point where his wounds screamed at him. She looked over at him with a slight blush across her own face, but his question was logical enough. She could sense how uncomfortable he was and she tried to dissipate it, mostly for his sake.
“Of course sir, do you need help standing?” She got out of her own bed and walked over to his.
“No I can stand, I just need you to guide me to the bathroom.”
He stood up himself and could sense where she was in relation to him. He put his hand out to feel what was around him, but he felt her hand grip his wrist. “This way sir.” She said simply. She tugged him slowly toward the bathroom and he was unbelievably grateful. Although, he’d never say that. He heard her flip the light switch and still expected the lights to come on, not used to his blindness quite yet.
“Ok the shower is about 5 feet in front of you, do you need help with undressing or can you do that yourself?” For the first time she was quite grateful he couldn’t see. Her cheeks were a mess of splotchy red, and her heart rate picked up to a slightly quicker pace thinking about undressing him. He coughed into the small awkward beat of silence.
“Uh, no lieutenant I can do that myself.” Her question made sense but it still stirred a part of him he would rather not be awoken at this time.
“Ok sir, I’ll wait outside the door.” She went to step out but he stopped her quickly.
“Uh no that’s fine, you can just turn around. Could you hand me a towel? I’ll put it around me once I’m done and you can direct me into the shower.” He was facing away from her, at least that's what he thought, so she wouldn’t have to see all the blood rush to his face. He felt a towel being put into his hand and he took it gratefully. “Are you turned away?” He asked a bit shyly.
She giggled a bit internally, “Yes sir, you can do what you have to do now. I won’t look, I promise.” She said with a lighthearted tone, he didn’t even need to have his eyesight to know she was smiling.
“Thank you lieutenant, sorry to put you through all the trouble.” he laughed. He straightened out and shrugged out of his hospital clothes. His boxers were left around his hips and he self consciously slipped them off, even though he knew that she would keep her word. He felt around for the towel and tied it securely around his waist. “Ok, you can turn around now.” He finished.
The entire time he was undressing, a smaller but very prominent part of her told her to turn around. She wouldn’t but she really wanted to, curious to know what the colonel looked like in the parts she’d never seen before. She turned around when he said he was done, pleasantly surprised to see how the towel hugged his hips. She took the rare opportunity to study him without his eyes following her. His chest was broad, sculpted with muscle through the years of military training. And his torso was well littered with blood and scars, old and new. She saw why he wanted to take a shower so bad, she needed one herself but she would wait. “Ok, I’m going to guide you by your shoulders, is that ok?” She asked him, she could have taken his wrist again but she really wanted to know how his broad shoulders felt on her hands.
“Yes that’s fine, thank you.” He said a bit stiffly.
She took that as her go ahead and placed her left hand on his left shoulder and her right on his right side. The feeling of the hard muscle underneath her hands sent a small shiver throughout her body. Her body was just the same but in a less bulky way, she was leaner than him but similarly strong. She gently guided him forward into the slightly larger than usual tub. “There’s a step into the tub colonel, lift up your left leg.” He obliged and safely made it into the shower. “Ok, I’m going to close this curtain and turn the water on, the shampoo is to your right and a bar of soap is to your left. I’ll leave you be and I’ll be right outside. If I hear anything suspicious I’m coming in ok?” He nodded along with everything she said, understanding her words. Her mouth turned up, proud that they got through this together. She closed the curtain and turned the water on and started to leave, “Also don’t use all the hot water colonel, I’m going to take one after you.”
Before he could even think through his response. it was out of his mouth, “We could just take one together?” He suggested. The air in the room immediately got tense as it left his mouth. His face went fully red at the innuendo he realized he just let out. He scrambled to open the curtain so she could see his body language. His hands came out frantically in front of him waving his hands back and forth. “Wait that's not what I meant! All I meant was I can’t see so it’s not like I can peek or anything, I can turn this way and you could turn the other way so we could save water and if I need help you’ll be right there anyway!” He tried to justify himself, the words tumbling out of his mouth far too quickly. He hoped she caught what he said and didn’t think he was some pervert or an idiot. He couldn’t see so he couldn’t judge what she was thinking, she hadn’t said anything let alone made a single noise. With all the time he’s known her, he can probably guess what she looks like right now and what she’s thinking.
Her whole body bloomed into a deep shade of red. Showering with the colonel! Why would he suggest that? She heard his stammers and it did make sense, he was blind after all and this would be his first shower blind. Of course he’d probably need help, especially with all of the bandages wrapped around his hands. She doubted he’d be able to get all the grime off of him himself with eyesight anyway. For the first time in her life she would shower with someone else, of course it had to be her superior. But they'd known each other longer than anyone else they knew. She knew he wouldn’t try to take advantage of her and he knew she wouldn’t. She gathered the courage to form the words on her tongue. “Ok, we can do it together.” She let out a bit shakily.
Out of all the things he thought she’d say it wasn’t that. A part of him jumped with joy but the rest of him felt a sinking feeling in his gut. “Um ok, are you sure? I didn’t mean to pressure you.”
“No no it’s fine it makes sense, it’s the most logical thing to do. Give me a minute.” She started to undress herself, self conscious of his gaze from the shower. But he couldn’t see so why was she so nervous? Her hospital clothes fell to the floor along with her bra and underwear. She took in a deep breath and geared herself up for this already awkward shower. She pushed the curtain back on the other end of the shower, closest to the shower head.
This bathroom let alone the shower was quite large. They got put into the more advanced part of the hospital, with him being a colonel and the fact that they played a large part in the fight earlier. They thought it was unfair but the staff wouldn’t change their room.
She stared at the tiles of the wall, glancing over her shoulder to see which way he was facing. Thankfully he was facing the other way, it made her feel a bit better. “Can you put the shampoo in your hair yourself, or would you like me to help you?” She asked coolly. He picked up on the hints of nervousness in her voice.
“I-I can do it.” He fumbled for the bottle, effectively knocking it over. Thank god he still had the towel around his waist, that was his only saving grace at this point. He heard her giggle slightly though, glad to break the tension a bit.
“Here, I can do it, I don’t mind. You might have to sit on the floor though.” He obliged and sat facing the other wall, back to her in the tub. She picked up the shampoo bottle that clattered to the floor earlier pouring some into her hand. She closed it and set out on getting all of the dried blood and dirt out of his hair. His hair was already wet from being in the shower before her so she just massaged the liquid into his scalp. A small groan left his throat which she wasn’t ready for, but she didn’t let it affect her work at the moment. Lathering it all around his head, she decided she needed to rinse it out and do it again. “I’m going to move the shower head to point at you, is that ok?” He nodded, shoulders a bit stiff. She rinsed out what was in there and started up again. He let his head fall back onto her arms, the look of peace on his face put her nerves at ease.
In comfortable silence she continued to scrub through his hair, making sure to get everything out. She was done with cleaning his hair but the relaxed and content look that fell over his face made her keep massaging his scalp. His eyes opened, instinctively looking for her. His face fell a little when he remembered he couldn’t. He tilted his head back more to look at where he knew her face would be. “Thank you Riza, I really appreciate this.” He said with the most genuine smile she's ever seen him give. He used her real name which he hasn’t done in a long time, it made her heart swell.
“No problem at all, Roy.” She smiled back at him, butterflies raised in her stomach as she said his name. Her fingers combed his soapy bangs back out of his face, not really wanting to let go of this moment they had.
“Should I wash this shampoo out of my hair?” He asked innocently.
Her face fell a bit, knowing that the moment was broken. It wasn’t his fault he just wanted to get clean in the first place. “Yes I can point the water back towards you.” She stood up pointing the water back down onto him again. She watched as his bandaged hands tried to rinse the soap from his mess of black hair. His arm muscles flexed and contracted, making her mind wander to unholy places. She smacked her cheeks a bit to focus on the task at hand. He got most of it out but with the bandages he couldn’t really get everywhere. She placed her hands back into his hair, sifting all of the suds out and watching them fall down his back. She really shouldn’t be in here with him. Her mind just kept wandering to places it shouldn’t.
“Where’s the soap?” He asked, moving his face to the side. He really wanted some other sort of stimulation to his body other than the sensations Riza was giving him. He really hoped she wasn’t picking up on the slight shivers of pleasure that ran through his spine. He felt a hand leave his hair and a bar of soap placed in his hand. Trying to make it not slip from his grasp this time, he put it flat against his bandaged palm and started clumsily pushing it around on his skin. “Am I even cleaning myself?” He asked her after a few minutes of blindly pushing the bar around on his chest.
She took her hands out of his hair and placed them on his shoulders, pushing herself up to look over him at his chest. Sure enough all there was, was a muddy colored splotch all over his torso. She gave a genuine laugh right next to his ear. “No sir,” she giggled. “Here, turn around I can help.”
That was probably the last thing he needed was her hands all over his body, but what else was he supposed to do? He lifted his crossed legs off of the ground and pivoted the other way to face her. He heard her shift to the side to let the water hit him, feeling the warm water wash over his front. He wished it was cold. Hearing her pick up the soap, she began at his shoulders rubbing at all the grime he felt on them, occasionally feeling the water hit him so she could see what she still needed to clean. It was at the point where her hands were running over his chest, and he just couldn’t take it anymore. He lifted his hand up to grip at her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.
“Is there something wrong? Am I hurting you? I’m sorry I should have been more considerate-” The words cut off from her mouth as she saw him lean in and clumsily pressed his lips to hers. Her eyes stayed open for a second out of shock, and in that second his lips left hers.
“I’m sorry I don’t know-” he tried to fumble out an apology, but all he could feel were her lips crashing to his and her hands back in his hair.
If he were wearing a shirt, she’d be pulling him to her by his collar.
His hands froze for a second, but his brain caught up with him as his hands fell at her hips. They broke for breath, his face flush and hers too. He kissed her cheek and worked his way over to her ear. “Would you like to continue? You can say no.” He was giving her an out but she didn’t take it.
She smiled at his words eyes brightening, bringing his face back to hers kissing him deeper than the last. Her hands cupped his face as she rose up on her knees giving her the higher ground. One hand snaked over his neck to rest on his shoulder while his hands rested in the dip of her back, thumbs caressing the skin there. They broke away again and he looked up at her like she was an angel or a goddess, trying his best to imagine her face at that moment. She was some higher being that he could never achieve.
“You know the first time we decide to do this and I can’t even see you. The irony of it all. I can’t even touch you properly.” He said with a bitter laugh, bandaged hands gripping her hips a bit tighter. He looked down as he said it, angry at himself but not really knowing what for. He felt her hand at his chin again and lifted it up so she could see his face.
“Everything needs a catalyst sir,” she teased.
His lips perked up into a half smile, bringing his mouth to her neck then back up to her ear. “You know, at this point I’d like for you to call me Roy.” He emphasized his request with a small bite to her earlobe. She giggled and he felt it on the side of his face.
“Whatever you say. Roy.” She finished her statement with a chaste kiss to the lips.
He takes the opportunity to explore her. His face finds the underside of her jaw and he stops there, sucking on the skin and nipping it with his teeth. He heard her let out a sigh of content, he knew she was happy and didn’t have to worry about scaring her. His lips travelled down her neck and he repeated his ministrations until he got to her bandages. He stopped and laid his face in the crook of her neck, the part where she was slashed earlier. His arms came up to wrap around her, effectively pulling her into an intimate embrace. He stayed like that for a few minutes, neither of them said anything as they basked in the moment. Her arms came up to settle across his broad shoulders, fingers rubbing circles into his tense muscles. They stayed like that together for an immeasurable amount of time. It could have been 3 minutes but it also felt like hours. He finally broke the silence.
“I almost lost you today. Do you know what that would have done to me?” He said, pulling away from her bandages so she could hear him.
“I can only imagine it’s how I would feel if I lost you. That almost happened today too.” She responded, combing her fingers through his hair trying to soothe him. “But, neither of those things happened and we’re here now. Like this. Together.” She felt his hands move back to her hips and he looked up at her again. A half smile spread across his lips at her words. She cupped his cheek and swiped her thumb across one of them. “And I’m quite enjoying our time together right now.” That got him to fully smile.
“You’re right, what would you like to do now?” He asked teasingly, “I have an idea of what I’d like to do.” Bringing his right hand to her thigh he rubbed the skin there, hearing a low hum come from her as her knees straddled his hips.
“I think you have an idea of what I’d like to do.” She said with a smirk, bringing her lips back down to his.
While they kissed, she brought her arms to wrap around his shoulders again and his hands fell to her ass. He helped her grind down on his towel clad groin. She started slow, not really knowing what she was doing. She had never done this before and in all the time she knew him, he hadn’t either. He helped guide her to the places he thought felt good and she voiced her pleasures. Small groans tumbled out of their mouths as they figured out what felt good and what didn’t. They had set a rhythm that slowly got faster and faster which had her panting into his neck. She pulled off of him and he thought he did something wrong. “Did he push her too far?” He thought anxiously.
To his relief he was wrong. “Get this towel off, please.” She said a bit desperately, tugging at the knot. He untied it and brought it out from under him to shed it outside the tub. Out of sight out of mind.
He could feel her gaze on him, he knew exactly what she was looking at. She’s never seen it before so logically she’d want to look at it. Either way, his whole body flushed at the thought and he turned his head away embarrassed. Her voice brought him out from his anxious train of thought.
“Hey, how do you think I’ll feel when you get your sight back. You shouldn’t be embarrassed.” She said trying to soothe his nerves, even though she was probably being a hypocrite. She will probably do the same thing when he gets to see her naked for the first time. Right now she has the luxury of seeing without being seen, and she’s kind of using it to her advantage. The second he undid the towel, his dick sprung up hard and red. He was a good size, not too big but not too small. To her, the size didn’t really matter. All she really wanted was him no matter what he had. Her face flushed a pretty pink when she saw it, not denying to herself that she’d imagined it before. She thought he was cute right now looking all sheepish though. “You know, you’re pretty cute right now. I should reward you.” She said into his ear. He shuddered at her warm breath, not expecting her to be so close.
Feeling her thumb run across his tip, he sucked in a breath at the unexpected touch. She swirled her thumb around it a few more times before she started pumping lightly. He brought his hand over hers to let her know what he liked. He gripped a bit harder, not trying to scare her, and started at a moderate pace. After a few pumps together he let her hand go so she could do it on her own. She gripped the same tightness as he showed her and pumped her hand at the same pace. He was groaning into the space between them, voicing his pleasures to her. He didn’t want to be the only one feeling good though. After a few more pumps he gripped her wrist to stop her and pulled her hand away. Pulling her head down to his he said into her ear, “Can I fuck you now?” His vulgarity made her flush deeper than she had tonight. He knew he made her flustered and he smirked, but he waited for her to answer before he tried anything.
She answered by kissing him deeply, grabbing the base of his cock as she lined herself up over him. To no surprise she was quite nervous and he picked up on it. His hand came up to rub circles on her lower back trying to ease her anxiety. She took a breath before she lowered herself down slowly, the way he stretched her starting to hurt the further she went down.
“Does it hurt?” He asked almost as if reading her mind.
“Yes,” she said, a bit pained and breathless.
“Go slow, I won’t push you. Move when you feel comfortable.” He said reassuringly. While her body adjusted to him, he tried to distract her from the pain she was feeling. His lips peppered kisses along her collarbone and shoulders, head traveling a little lower south to her breasts. With no warning he latched onto one of her nipples, earning him a yelp then a moan in return. He continued sucking and swirling his tongue around the hard peak, trying to take her mind off of the pain. It definitely helped. He felt her hips come into contact with his, fully sheathing herself. He brought his arms around her and kissed her on the lips. “How do you feel now?” He asked, fully curious.
“Still a bit awkward but the pain went away, thank you.” She kissed him again, slowly starting to move her hips. He let her take the lead and set the pace. It started slow and began to build in speed. Soon enough, they were at a pace where he had to keep up with her. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, moaning every time he hit that spot within her. She was a mess, biting down on his shoulder to keep her voice down but he wasn't much better. His moans were deeper than hers, leaving his throat everytime he thrust up into her. He wasn’t going to last much longer and neither was she.
He continued the ruthless pace they set, matching her hips. But in the chaos of it all, he slipped one hand down in between them and rubbed at the bud he knew was swollen.
“Fuck!” She yelled into his neck, not ready for the added stimulation. She moaned louder as his finger rubbed at her faster. He wanted her to come first and there wasn’t much she could do about it. “Roy!” She yelled, face scrunched in pleasure buried in his neck. With a few more strokes she was gone. She yelled into his neck long “Ah!’s” hips bucking wildly, and fingernails biting at the skin of his back. She was being taken away but she had to find some way to ground herself. His poor back was the only thing within reach. He kept pounding into her, helping her ride out her orgasm. Once her spasms evened out, he lifted her off of him and he came in spurts that landed onto the tub floor.
He yelled and moaned at the pleasure of his release, his hands desperately trying to find purchase on her ass. He gripped her so hard that he’ll probably leave a few marks. He panted into her neck, coming down from his high. He felt her hand grip him, pumping him carefully to milk him of what he had. It became too much and he had to push her hand away. Laying his back against the back of the tub, he took her with him. She laid her head on his chest right over his rapidly beating heart, hand coming up to caress the giant burn scar he had on his abdomen trying to calm them down. They laid there together catching their breathes, basking in the afterglow of what they had wanted to do for a very long time. His hand came to rest on her lower back again, rubbing his thumb into her skin. He broke the silence they had by starting “That was-“ but was cut off by her saying “Amazing.” He could almost hear the sparkle she had in her eye while saying it. He knew she had a goofy grin on her face and he would have paid any amount of money to see it right now. A bubble of laughter escaped her and it was infectious. He started laughing with her, not because anything was funny, but because they were genuinely happy and it just bubbled up and out of them. One of his hands maneuvered its way along her skin to her shoulder, then brought it up to brush the wet bangs he knew were in her face.
“Oh how I wish I could see you right now.” He said softly into the small space after their fits of laughter died down. He continued to run his fingers through her hair, enjoying this little moment they shared together.
She grabbed his wrist lightly, pulling his hand out of her hair. She brought it up to her cheek and pressed her face into his palm, holding it there. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” She asked him seriously, looking at him fondly.
He was taken aback for a minute at her question. He must have looked bug eyed. Bringing his other hand up to cup her face, he sat up and looked at her incredulously. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” He said louder than her, completely taken off guard. He didn’t know she felt that way about him. In hindsight though, he shouldn’t be too surprised, they did in fact just have sex. His curiosity got the best of him, “H-how long...?” He asked her, genuinely wanting to know but didn’t want to come off as pushy.
She laughed at his antics, fingers gripping the hands on her face. He might possibly be the sweetest but most clueless man in Amestris. “Well for starters, I’ve always liked you. Even when we were kids. After my father passed you became one of the only constants in my life, eventually becoming the only person I could trust. But, I only started thinking of you like this,” moving her head up and down to motion that she was referencing the situation they found themselves in now, “a little bit after we got back from Ishval. What we both did was fucked up and we understood that about each other, we became closer. I was your lieutenant and you were my colonel. We’ve spent everyday together since.” The entire time she spilled her feelings for him to him, she pushed her right cheek more into his palm and held it there. While her other hand took his right and intertwined their fingers in the space between them. She said softly after the few beats of stunned silence he was in, “We know each other like the backs of our hands Roy.” She finally saw his slightly dropped jaw close and turn into a smile. His hand left hers and snaked around her back to pull her into a hug.
“You could have told me.” He jokingly grumbled into her shoulder, knowing she could feel the smile on his lips. “I would have gladly reciprocated.” He chuckled. Not too long after his sentences left his mouth, he felt a shove at his shoulder and a laugh in his ear. The hand on her cheek moved her face so he could kiss her again. They sat like that for a while, kissing in this hospital bathroom tub. He felt her pull away to his dismay.
“I hate to do this, but the water is starting to get cold and I still need to wash my hair.” She said caressing his cheek.
Roy gave a genuine pout. He didn’t want this to be over, but all good things must come to an end. Sighing, he said, “Would you like some help? I don’t really know what I can do but I’ll try.”
She smiled, he really was sweet. “No it's ok I can do it. Besides, if you help me we’ll never get out of here.” She joked, but her cheeks did get a little red at the thought of his hands rubbing the soap all over her body. Taking a breath she stood up, “You can wait in here if you’d like or I can help you step out. I won’t be long either way.”
“I can stay in here, it can help me conjure up the nice view a bit better.” He teased, but also cursing anything and everything that he couldn’t see right now. He felt her foot lightly kick his shin, scolding him playfully. Chuckling, he heard her open the shampoo bottle. After a few minutes, the sounds of excess water splashing to the ground made its way to his ears. “She was rinsing out her hair.” He thought, swallowing the lust building up in him again. Taking a deep breath, he waited for her to be done. Another few minutes passed and the water turned off. He felt her hands grip his wrists to help pull him up.
Standing them up, she pulled the curtain open and a blast of colder air hit them. She shivered slightly but the room was fogged and steamy from their very long shower. Stepping onto the bath mat, she guided him out of the tub to stand with her. Going to get two towels she asked him, “Can you dry yourself or do you want me to do it?”
The thought of her running her hands over him again did things to his body. He thought better of it and repeated the words she said earlier, “If you help me we’ll never get out of here.”
She saw the devilish smirk on his face but he was right. They needed to get out of here sooner than later in case anyone came to their room. “You’re right sadly, here.” She placed the towel in his hands and turned to dry herself too. Finding her clothes, albeit a little wet, she put them on and then handed him his when he was done. He thanked her and put on his boxers then his hospital clothes. She spotted the towel that he hastily flung out of the tub earlier. That made her cheeks tint red again. Shaking her head, she went to pick it up and wring it out in the tub. Hanging it over the side, she turned to find him standing there waiting for her.
“Can I hold your hand?” He asked her smoothly. “What? I need guidance.” He teased when he felt her hand slip into his. Her lips pressed themselves to his and he wanted to stay kissing her like this in this hospital bathroom forever. They broke for breath, both sadly knowing that would be their last kiss for a while. Maybe he’d sneak one later when they were going to bed if he was smooth enough.
“Ok, I have to get you back to your bed, then I have to go get a nurse to change our bandages because these are useless now.” She said looking up at him, emphasizing her point by rubbing her thumbs over the soaked bandages on his palms.
A sad look crested over his face, knowing they would have to face reality again. Not knowing when they could return to their little world they had. Nonetheless, he followed her as she tugged him along by his hands all the way back to his bed. Feeling the bed, he hopped on and felt her pull the covers over him. “Can I get a goodnight kiss?” He smiled, turning his head in her direction.
Chuckling she responded, “It’s still daylight sir but yes, since you asked so kindly.” Pressing her lips to his, she felt his hand come up and caress the back of her head. Effectively holding her to him so she couldn’t escape. Groaning into their kiss, she didn’t want to let go. She wanted to stay here and kiss him all day into the night. Knowing that someone could walk in at any moment though, she lifted her hands to cup his jaw and savor the last few seconds of the kiss. She pushed him away reluctantly, hand dropping from the back of her head. “I’m sorry.” Sadness seeping into her tone.
He knew she wanted to stay there and kiss him, but he also knew that wasn’t the smartest decision right now. “It’s ok, I understand. Go do what you need to do.” He said holding one of the hands on his face. He dropped it and he felt her pull away, walking to the door.
“Alright, I’m going to go get the nurse now. Don’t go anywhere.” She said trying to ease the mood with something light hearted. She thought he was going to shoot a witty retort back, but she was wrong.
“I won’t go anywhere without you, Riza”
She saw the look of seriousness on his face, the way it reached his eyes. Even blind. She was taken aback, a surge of love and emotion rising in her for this man that sat not five feet away. Swallowing back the urge to cry at his statement, she just responded with the same seriousness, “And neither will I, Roy. We’ve always been there for each other and that will never change.” The smile that spread across his face wasn’t large, but it was a genuine smile filled with emotion. He knew she wasn’t lying. She turned on her heel to go find a nurse to patch up her wound and this beautifully broken man.