Release
by Kika
"Aaah. . .” The sigh was the release of a week’s worth of tension, and Roy savored the sound as he kept up his steady rhythm. The source of the sigh shifted impatiently as he kept the same pace as he had begun at.
“Roy,” Riza said a bit breathlessly, “please. . . do it harder!” Well, what kind of gentleman would he be to not indulge a lady?
It was, however, not quite enough for his demanding lieutenant. Almost as demanding here as she was at the office! Honestly, it was a bit ridiculous. . . but looking down at her flushed face as she arched against him, it was hard to deny her anything.
“A bit to the right. . . down just a little. . . oh right there! Yes, oh yes, that is perfect. . .” Her string of encouragements were music to Roy’s ears as he leaned down to meld his lips to hers, keeping to his rhythm, a bit harder, a bit faster. . .
“Roy, we have to rinse!” The statement hit him like a bucket of cold water as Riza pulled away from the heated kiss to speak.
“Wha?” He replied eloquently.
“I have to rinse the shampoo out, or else we’ll have to wash my hair again. Not that I’d mind,” she added with a slightly wistful sigh. Roy smiled at this; she loved having him wash her hair more than anything. Well, most things, anyway. It definitely ranked right up there on her list with the one particular thing that he had been fantasizing about as he had kneaded her scalp rhythmically in the shower.
The Colonel quickly helped Riza rinse her hair and lovingly bundled her up in a big, fluffy towel as they stepped out of the shower. He knew what would come next; she would never ask directly, but she would hold him in that steady gaze of hers until he offered to brush her hair out for her. After keeping it up in strict military form all the time, there was nothing she wanted more on Friday night than to have the man she loved pamper her neglected hair. She was not vain in any way, but what woman would not enjoy a scalp massage from such talented fingers?
The pair moved to the bedroom, where Roy situated Riza between his legs – though perhaps not in the way he would have liked. Rather than in certain other advantageous positions, Riza was seated on the floor with her back to Roy, who was seated on the bed, giving him easy access to her hair. He gently ran the comb through her hair, starting at the ends to ease out the tangles, then working his way up until the comb ran smoothly from root to tip without snagging. When he had first begin, she had been making soft sounds of appreciation, but as he grew nearer to finishing, and even continued a bit longer than necessary, just to indulge her a bit, the sounds grew fainter and farther apart, until she fell completely silent, leaning bonelessly against his leg, her head beginning to sag over onto his thigh.
Roy laid the comb aside and gently supported her as he moved away enough to carefully lift her up onto the bed. He could not help but smile down at her as she shifted slightly, burrowing under the covers he pulled over and reaching out to him at the same time. Sure, maybe he had wished earlier in the evening that she had been awake enough to take part in other activities, but as he looked down at her, cheeks still pink from the hot shower and damp golden hair spilled over the pillow, he found that he could not summon the will to regret any moment of time he spent with her. Even doing paperwork as she watched was no longer a chore, and having the privilege to pamper her sunlight-gold locks was nothing short of heaven for the besotted Colonel.
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