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XIV: Helping them dress or undress (or how about, undressing when they should be dressing?)

"Colonel, could you help me for a moment?" Riza called from the bedroom.

Roy stepped around the corner to the sight of Riza in a stunning black gown, covering most of her body except a few key pieces of skin. The dress hugged her figure perfectly, accentuating all of Roy's favorite parts of the Lieutenant (which was everything, naturally). "You look wonderful," she breathed.

Riza twisted an arm and pointed to the zipper, which rested between her shoulder blades, and held her hair out of the way with the other hand. "I can't quite get the zipper all the way up, and the clasp. Do you mind?"

"Not at all." Roy stepped forward, reaching for the zipper and holding the fabric taught. She stared at the skin between Riza's shoulder blades, the burnt scarring over a deep red tattoo, and unzipped the dress slightly. She planted a firm kiss on the scar, making Riza twitch and grunt in surprise.

"Sir," she reached and swatted Roy's hands away from her back, "we're going to be late."

"But these fundraisers are always such a drag" Roy rolled her head back, voice grating for emphasis. A huff from Riza told her that complaining wasn't going to get her anywhere, and to just finish zipping the damn dress. Roy responded with her own surrendering puff of air.

Riza hummed and Roy slowly zipped the dress up, the teeth clicked like the seconds hand of a clock. Roy placed another kiss just above her last before the fabric covered the skin. Riza was annoyed, but leaned into the next kiss, and the next, trailing up her spine from her shoulders to her neck.

Roy hugged her from behind, continuing her trail around her Lieutenant's neck to the base of her jaw. "Later?"