Girls Lie Too

Disclaimer: hagaren belongs to Hiromu Arakawa and Squeenix, not me.

Ross/Hawkeye smut, with the barest hint of one-sided Hawkeye/Roy. Yeah, I know, I\'m a ho. Deal with it ^_~

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She lets Ross in at exactly six \'o clock, after three sharp, loud raps echo in through her door. The knock is firm, military precise, and it matches her visitor perfectly - the ensign is still head to toe in full uniform, with hair parted firmly to each side and glossed to regulation, as if she hasn\'t yet realized that work ended an hour ago. She is the very picture of a young, aspiring officer - too new to the game to look good without trying yet. Riza herself has already let her hair down, and she welcomes Maria in with only a customary glance down the corridor.

Pleasantries are exchanged. It is a ritual between them that Maria is never \'staying for long\', and Riza goes through the motions of offering tea though she knows Ross likes coffee. The ensign accepts, after superficial banter, and makes her way politely to the tiny kitchen table to wait for her cup. The dorm room is small, with a slight doggy air, and Riza has to squeeze past her to get to the hot plate, where she is already brewing a potful of decaf. Maria\'s eyes follow her silently, with an unexpected heat, but she does not say anything and Riza does not comment. There will be time for that later, if she still feels like doing it, but right now it is more comfortable just to keep mum and follow the script.

She sets the cup before her guest and fetches milk for herself, not particularly interested in anything warm at the moment. They talk, and she watches the shape of Maria\'s mouth as she laughs about her day, the way her lips round around certain words like she\'s tasting them. Riza wonders how the woman can be so airy and still pretend she\'s so serious, dressed up like she\'s ready for a court-martial but fretting about neighborhood children playing in the street. Maria would be good with children, she thinks idly, because she likes to worry about things -- she would be a good mother for the same reason she\'d make a bad officer. She\'d have to start letting the little things go to fulfill her ambition, and accept that she can\'t just keep protecting everyone. If she\'d just give things up, she would have her promotion...but Maria is Maria, and she keeps hanging on to her darned pesky morals.

Sometimes, Riza is very jealous of the ensign.

They continue talking, about everything and nothing, and Riza is amused as always at the way the ensign insists on calling her by rank - as if it is somehow relevant here, in her run-down kitchen, at the end of the workday when sane people would be drinking. At some point, Maria reaches out and brushes her fingers against Riza\'s wrist in the faintest of touches. Maria is looking at her with a quiet sort of desperation, but she presses no further. There is an unspoken agreement between them, and if Riza does not move in the next thirty seconds, she will take the hand away. She always leaves it open-ended, and Riza always appreciates that, but today, as always, she has nothing else to do with herself. She smiles demurely and twists her own hand around in Maria\'s loose grip, sliding it up until they are actually holding hands, palms pressed at cross-angles and rubbing against each other. She brushes her own fingers along the inside of the woman\'s palm, and watches those pale lips spread into a grin.

There are no words, just a comfortable understanding, and they both slide out of their chairs at the same time, still lightly holding each other\'s hand. Maria comes to her first, and as always there is that sudden warm feeling as she slips into her arms, a hot sunburst of pleasure as Maria\'s arms twine around her. She is always surprised by how cold the room gets, because she hadn\'t realized it was cold until the ensign\'s body is molded against hers. She considers turning on the arthritic stove that passes for a heater, but a nip at her lips leaves her thoughtless and smiling. Maria\'s mouth tastes like coffee, is part of the coffee, and it blends with the milk she has left on her tongue and becomes something wonderful. Their lips find each other endlessly, squirming and sucking, and it is easier than it should be to fall into this warmth, let Maria be her space-heater. The room is so cold but Maria is not, and she moans when the ensign rubs summer into her back with strong, powerful fingers.

They move to the bed, still latched on to each other; it is a spiraling dance that increases in speed. Maria knows where to hang her coat by now, and she unbuttons it steadily, one clasp at a time, all the fussiness of a dutiful soldier. Riza smiles and tugs hers off immediately, yanks it over her head and lets it puddle by the hamper. She has been an officer long enough to understand that one cannot make up with decorum where one lacks in actual talent...but if anyone could, then Maria should try. She accepts the ensign\'s pants dutifully and hangs them in her own empty closet, brushing aside a lost mothball perching forlornly on the rack.

Skin touches skin again, this time everywhere, and Riza catches her breath as a tongue skirts her collarbone, trails up along the sensitive ridge of her neck. Maria\'s hands are everywhere, and they are stronger than they look, kneading out hard knots in her shoulders and brushing desire back into her body. Riza sighs and relaxes, rubbing her own hands in aimless circles along the curve of Ross\'s spine. Her whole back is tingling and she mimicks the feeling; rubs her palms up and down in meandering lines. Maria gasps and arches forward, catching her lower lip again in a short, sloppy kiss.The ensign\'s nipples are tiny points of hardness against her own breasts, and she wiggles against them eagerly, marveling at the strange way they tickle on sensitive flesh.

They are both breathing hard now and Maria is panting, quivering slightly from the tension in her shoulders. Her right leg comes up between Riza\'s thighs and forces them apart, making it harder to want to stand up. She can\'t remember why they are bothering, actually, so she folds onto the comforter and pulls Maria down with her. Maria attacks her torso at once, nibbling a hot line of pleasure down to her nipples, and she can\'t help but groan. A wet mouth circles over her left nipple, a tongue flicks over her right, and every soft caress sends a spike of hot lightning tearing down through her stomach to pool at her groan.

Hands are running down her sides now, and she leans upward for another fervent kiss, squirming as the ensign\'s nails run daintily along sensitive flesh. Maria\'s hands are stroking along the cleft of her hips now, and she sucks in a breath as they breach into pubic hair.

\"Yes...\" She hisses, more encouragement than permission, and Maria makes the most wonderful purring sound, as if she is happy just making Riza happy.

She runs her own nails carefully down Maria\'s side and tries to suckle her nipples, but the ensign shakes her head mysteriously and slides backwards off of the bed, bowing demurely as she pulls herself into a kneeling position. She is so eager to please, Riza notes dazedly, that she even ducks her head at a time like this. But again, she is too new to the career military scene to realize that bed is where people go when they want to forget, and nobody uses titles when they meet between the sheets.

Maria leans forward and parts the dark forest of hair with her fingers, and suddenly Riza can\'t help but whimper.

\"Please...\" She begs, despite the fact that she never begs, despite the fact that her body is too cold without Maria there on top of it. Maria\'s mouth is right there, hot breath whispering over wet flesh, and her thighs are trembling with anticipation.

Maria spreads her apart further and licks, and Riza practically comes unglued at the seams.

Her legs jerk together in spite of herself, and she writhes against the bed as Maria\'s tongue moves against her. It is so light that it barely does anything but tease, but the tickling feeling is enough to make her squirm and shriek out appreciation. Maria presses closer and lips follow, fastening around her clit and making her want to howl. She clenches her teeth and sucks in a deep breath, trying not to scream, trying not to scream, but the sound starts deep in her belly and wrenches its way out anyways. It is a low cry, animal, and she digs her hands into the bedsheets like talons.

Maria looks up at her with a lazy, pleased expression, and teases her entrance with two spit-slicked fingers. Her face is shining and flushed, and before Riza can ask she has gone back to licking, pressing with tongue and teeth and fingers and lips until it is all Riza can do not to clamp her legs down around Ross\'s head and just buck until she comes. She graps for a hold on Maria\'s head and misses, threading her fingers instead in the curls of her own hair. Her whole body is quivering, desperate for relief, and it no longer tickles where Maria is touching her - it tingles, hot and electric, a new wave of sparks with each stroke of tongue. She is so close to coming that she can practically taste it, arching into the air, praying that Maria\'s mouth doesn\'t get tired any time soon.

A single finger slides inside of her and she loses it, the mere feeling of something hard inside triggering that sudden wave of pleasure. She chokes on an incoming breath and lets out a thin wail as her muscles clamp down around the intruding digit, and the feeling thuds in, then explodes out around it. Her legs press down hard on Maria\'s shoulders and her hands knot the blankets, and she just holds on tight and rides out the shudders until her thighs have grown sore.

Maria withdraws and climbs up over her exhausted form, smiling down at her with the overbearing satisfaction of someone who thinks they have done something wonderful. Riza closes her eyes and smiles back, just wanting to breathe, not wanting to think yet. She will slide her own hands down Maria\'s hips eventually, cup her own hand around that soft mound between Maria\'s legs, but for these last precious seconds she will treasure the memory of dark hair whispering at her groin, and a uniformed figure who is making her come.

::girls lie too::