@thegoodcolonel said: đ - Does your muse celebrate their birthday? If yes, how do they celebrate? If no, why not?
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   Iâll start off by saying this: Riza does not prefer any kind of large, celebration or event. Sure, if sheâs invited somewhere and itâs a big occasion, she wonât say no. Military dinners and galas are sprinkled throughout the year and she enjoys them. Some are routine and some are prompted to acknowledge something that occurred. Itâs just not her preferred mode of celebration for herself.
   Sheâll celebrate it if she has the time on the day. As with many normal life milestones or holidays, it will often fall second to anything she deems more important. If there are things she needs to prepare for, she needs to work late into the night, or is on a covert op, she will defer to those things first. Birthdayâs can always be celebrated later. Actually doing something on the day is not her priority. Itâs rather arbitrary if sheâs honest.
   If she does celebrate, she prefers to go to to a favorite restaurant or go for drinks at a homey tavern with her friends. Rebecca will be sure to take her out, too. Sometimes itâs a group venture and the whole team attends. But itâs relaxing, lowkey, and a welcome respite from all the intensive hours of work.
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   Pinned by the hands on her hips, Rizaâs eyes level with Royâs as they watch her face. She makes no move to request he let her go. She doesnât want him to.
   Instead, arms rise. Hands rest on his forearms, guiding him closer until noses brush. The sensation of his skin against her own still possesses a thrill to it. Not of childlike or giddy origins, but from former (and still some present) routine and formality. Now they did not have to stay apart from each other. They still did in professional settings as it was the right thing to do and they didnât need to be glued to each other to remain close. That was already in their nature. Closeness when not even in the same room.
   But she relishes in this, the way he holds her close, not wanting her to leave. She can see how his eyes refuse to leave her face yet venture across her cheeks, her lips, up the line of her nose, and to her eyes as one of his hands brushes through her loose hair. She sighs at that, warm breath tickling his lips as fingers ghost along her neck as he lets her hair fall from his grasp.Â
   She makes no initiative forward, waiting for him to act on whatever it is he seeks.
   Itâs almost ritualistic, the moment at which Riza ends up straddling Royâs hips. More often than not she does, after theyâve both divested each other (or themselves, depending on their haste) of their clothes to leave everything totally bare and exposed between them. He sits up, or props himself up with his elbow, fingers lacing into her hair and pulling gently to guide her lips down onto his own. The hunger in the kiss varies - from soft proclamations of love to intense moments in need of release. But his hand woven into her hair is gentle, this time.
   She shifts back and readies herself, or finds a prophylactic, depending on if itâs far enough into their future when theyâve been trying. A point in their lives they werenât sure whether they would reach it, let alone were they allowed to. Life held many caveats as a result of their actions, and they shouldered them as much as possible, sometimes even for each other. Much of it silent, but not secretive.
   As she lowers herself, he lays back against the cushions of the couch. Hands grip her hips and keep her steady as she reaches the base. Her spine curves back as she slowly, carefully, expertly builds a rhythm and grinds down against his hips before pulling back. She watches as his chest rises and falls, how his brow furrows when each time she moves down a little harder. His hands slide from her hips to the tops of her thighs, massaging into the skin as she moves and finds the suitable pace. Not too fast, but satisfying in the way skin hits skin.
   Eventually he rises, pulling her close to scatter kisses along the slope of her neck. They do not linger over fading but still prominent scars, even if his thoughts do. She knows they do so, and it is a fact they accept for the both of them.
   Each of his exhales grow shorter, increasing in speed. Her chest tightens little by little, little shivers twirling and engulfing her spine as she hears them in her ear. Arms wrap behind his back and up around to his shoulder blades. Hands press flat against them, pulling him close a she continues to ride him. His hand has remained in her hair, tilting her head so her lips are angled for the kind of kiss he wants: full but slow, gentle but intimate and lingering.Â
   The other slips down, trailing against her breast before it settles against her clit. He gives her the last few little nudges that she needs to reach her peak, always aiming to bestow it upon her before his comes. She gasps when she does climax, pulling away from his lips to meet the gaze of his barely open eyes. Eyes flutter closed as she rides it out, a soft and long moan falling her lips.
   He follows close behind, pulling her closer and continuing the swirls with the pads of his fingers even long after her orgasm fades.
   Kisses are placed along his shoulder, her head settled against the slope of his neck. Her fingers trace unintelligible shapes and patterns against his shoulders. He kisses her temple, combing gently through her hair as they remain there, with and around and for each other.Â
âWell well, if it isnât Colonel Mustang. To what do I owe the pleasure of this little visit. It must be something important seeing as how I donât think you make a habit of visiting housewives like myself.â
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Could simply be in relation to the times they're living in? Could also be working under the assumption that meeting a man, marrying, and raising a child would take far too long given her circumstance. Who knows, since she's bullshitting Raven.
OOC: I donât believe she wants kids anyway nor sheâs near to marrying (she apparently doesnât want that too xD), but calling herself too old for kids seems just wrong to me. Raven even says sheâs not, but I donât know... I still place her as about 35, but now I canât stop wonder if Iâm wrong.
