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Part 2
Title: Slippery When Wet: Part 2
Author: NekoEro
Rating: Hard NC-17 (No pun intended...)
Characters: Ed x Winry
I make absolutely no profit from this fanfic.
Summary: Ed trys to deal with the embarrassment of Winry's unexpected appearance his own way, but she has other ideas on the subject.
A/N: This is part 2 of a very long story arc which encompasses three separate stories. Lessons in Life and Love contains Slippery When Wet, Unexpected Adjustments, and a third, yet untitled story. Slippery When Wet ended up as a 30+ page behemoth, so I decided to break it up into two, perhaps three parts. I've been working on these fics for quite some time and after many false starts, here it is--finally. (Updated 4-6-2010: The middle story has changed from Unexpected Adjustments to You Can't Hurry Love. Once YCHL was finished, the original title didn't fit anymore.)
The LJ version of this story comes with an illo; I will eventually post the illo on my DA page. My DA id is HaganeNeko.
My eternal thanks to ibshafer for the beta and putting up with the numerous times I angsted over writing this fic. I owe you big time...
To A LaRosa: Thanks for rating and reviewing! I hope to have the next2-3 parts up within the next month. I just started writing the very last story, so it may take much longer to go up.
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Slippery When Wet: Part 2
Hot water sluiced down through his hair, rinsing the fragrant conditioner from his long, honey-blond locks, carrying it down over his body and toward the drain. Using exaggerated movements, Ed continued to work the water through his hair, assuring any excess grooming product had been removed. With a shake of his head, he stood back from the spray and flipped his saturated bangs away from his face.
‘Damn Winry.’
He scowled, the corners of his mouth curving downward in a thin, hard line and his brows canting inward to wrinkle his forehead.
‘What the hell’s her problem, anyway?!’
Ed picked up the soap from near the drain, massaging it into the washcloth and working up a fair amount of lather. As he began to run the cloth over his flesh and bone shoulder, his mind wandered back to the moment Winry had burst beneath the shower curtain to stop virtually at his feet. Her deep blue eyes had gone from surprise to an innocent but heated appraisal of his physique, notably stopping at his groin whereupon they enlarged; clearly, she liked what she saw and even though her face glowed red, she hadn’t looked away. Ed flushed hotly at the recollection but continued to cleanse himself, now washing his chest and stomach.
‘No one but Al’s seen me ‘there’ since I was a little kid.’
But when Winry’s eyes had looked back into his, it hadn’t been shock or embarrassment he’d seen there. They had been bright, the pupils dilated wide with an intense heat, stirring a very odd feeling in his chest and stealing his breath away if only for a moment. In the very next instant he had choked out, “Wha-what the hell, Winry”! breaking the disturbingly intense moment.
Now irritated with himself, Ed grew impatient with the washcloth. It wasn’t washing away either the embarrassment or the peculiar tightness growing in his chest and stomach. He threw the cloth back at the hook and snatched the bar of soap from its holder, vigorously scrubbing it over his body. As he began to lather lower, images of a very damp young woman lying at his feet began to flash through his head, extending the tightening to his groin.
Winry lying on the shower floor, propped onto her elbows, knees bent and spread, her feet nearly flanking his. The hot water almost instantly soaking her hair and nightgown, causing the thin cotton garment to turn translucent, showing every luscious dip and curve and faintly displaying the dark areoles surrounding her taunt nipples.
Her panties, more opaque, were light blue with a tiny dark blue flower decoration centered in the front. But it hadn’t particularly been the panties that had captured his interest, it was the fact her legs were slightly, almost suggestively apart, giving him a glimpse of the dip that represented that place, the place which represented the promise of pleasure, the entrance to her very core…
An odd tingle ran up his spine. Ed knew these images would haunt him for nights to come, nights he knew would become nearly unbearable because Al rarely left his side and there would be no way to sneak off to relieve himself without looking like a pervert. Unbearable, because the real thing looked so much better than anything his imagination could ever create, and the images that were now burned into his memory would drive him to the brink of insanity with yearning.
Deeply lost in his fantasy, Ed didn’t at first acknowledge just what the tightening in his groin translated to until he found himself surrendering to the slippery feel of his natural hand as he gently began to pull at the hardness he found there.
I shouldn’t…but…but I can’t help it… I want her. Dammit, I want to be with her like that. But I can’t tell her that I want her…like…th…th…
That…
The images besieged his senses as they replayed over and over in his head, pulling him even further down into his fantasy world. He relinquished his logic to let lust take over, now fisting himself in earnest. His fingers slipped up and down his length with ease, carefully exerting just the right pressure on the underside of his cock.
Wide blue eyes that looked up at him with the heat of desire…
Nicely full breasts that only hinted at their secrets through the clinging, saturated cloth…
Those long, wonderfully shaped legs, droplets of water running along their smooth lines…
That place…
A low moan escaped him as he felt the first tingling of pleasure build up deep within. His grip shifted, became firmer as his hand picked up the pace, moving faster on himself. The fantasies escalated; now he was on her, inside her, riding up the spiral of pleasure with her, those strong, shapely legs folded about his hips…
Ed felt his release rapidly approaching, causing him to gasp and moan more frequently. This was going to be a spectacular orgasm; the sensations were building to incredible heights…
Astonishingly fast, he was almost there, nearing the brink and her name tumbled hoarsely from his lips…
Unexpectedly, the curtain flew open with such ferocity that the rings securing it to the rod screeched unpleasantly on the metal in protest. Stunned by the unexpected intrusion, Ed was savagely ripped away from his fantasy, causing the hand on his aching erection to stop in mid-motion. His eyes flew open to see Winry standing before him, stark naked, with one hand holding the curtain back in a white-knuckled grip. An insanely wild light in her deep blue eyes caused them to practically gleam with a maniacal light as her hungry gaze raked over his body, moving from his face to where he was holding himself, then back up to meet his eyes. Her breathing was somewhat labored, coming in slow, deep breaths as if recovering from a short, hard sprint.
A sense of disorientation struck him; the fantasy he’d been deeply immersed in, had been bringing himself a great deal of pleasure with, was still before him even after opening his eyes. Except…Winry looked better than she usually did in his imagination, especially when the peripheral spray from the showerhead began to dampen her breasts, making them look even more mouthwatering than they had through her wet, clinging nightgown.
But…his eyes were open, so that meant…
What the hell--?! It’s really her?!
In the next instant, he realized he was standing before her, holding himself, caught in the act of obviously doing something rather, well, perverted…
OhshitohshitohSHIT!
His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open in protest only to find he couldn’t formulate any words.
Let go of yourself, you moron! She’ll figure out just what you’re up to and kill you!
However, he found he couldn’t move, frozen like a deer in the glare of oncoming headlights. Ed felt himself deflating in his grip as a prickly sense of heat flushed up is neck and onto his face, not sure if it were his indignation or humiliation that caused either reaction. Regardless of whatever action he took, it was obvious he’d been jerking off while thinking about her. After all, he’d uttered her name only seconds before she’d ripped back the curtain, unceremoniously unveiling him while in the act.
As if reading his thoughts, Winry’s gaze dropped once more to where his attention had been so intensely concentrated just seconds before and a victorious smirk crossed her face. However, it was the now familiar sight of lust in her darkened eyes that sent a thrill down Ed’s spine.
“Why don’t you let me help you with that.” It was the voice of a person possessed; of someone who couldn’t be talked out of whatever depraved idea she planned to carry out on his tender, naked flesh. If the moment hadn’t been so embarrassing, so ludicrous, Ed might have actually thought her words funny.
In two long strides, Winry was upon the young man, throwing herself against him and flinging her arms around his neck. Ed was too startled to resist as she pulled his head down and her voracious mouth covered his. Nearly knocked off balance, he slipped and stumbled back against the wall, holding his mouth tightly closed against her assault when she demanded access by repetitively, urgently kissing and nipping at his lips. He could feel the intoxicating sensation of the entire length of her body pressed against him, the remnants of lather on his torso causing their bodies to move against one another without friction. Her full, pliant breasts with the firm tips moved against his chest in a most enticing fashion, causing his skin to tingle and quiver in response.
Yes, those wonderful, plump breasts that had been so coyly hidden by the wet fabric of her nightgown only minutes ago were now pressed against him without the bothersome fabric barrier. Oh, how he would love to surrender to the urge to take those glorious, creamy half globes into his hands, to draw one of those dusky pink tips into his mouth and run his tongue over it.
But this was way too unsettling—on too many levels.
Once more, his reason made a vain attempt to be at the forefront of his consciousness.
“Win—Wait—Hey!” Flailing his arms wildly, his words were spat out between her oral attacks, afraid of what she might do if he left his mouth open too long. This was all happening too fast, the transition from fantasy to the real thing. His brain, hard pressed to keep up with current events, was devoid of any clues that might help him (wisely) choose the next best course of action. Yes, he’d wanted this for a long time, ever since he realized his feelings were far more than platonic toward his life-long friend and mechanic; aside from the fact she’d gotten incredibly sexy the last few years, that was. And while she’d had been a wonderful source of inspiration for his solo ventures into sex, to literally have her throw herself at him without any real previous indication of her feelings except some hand holding and playful flirting…
Well, it simply freaked him out.
Ed stilled as she captured his left hand, allowing her move it to the gentle curves of her backside without offering any real protest. Her hand returned to his chest, her fingers trailing a lazy path over his pecs, down over his rib cage to trace every line of his abs, making Ed’s breath catch in his throat in astonishment. Everywhere her fingers touched left a trail of fire in their wake, as if they were hot coals branding his skin. All the while she kept up her oral assault, never allowing Ed to completely recover from her ambush, continuously keeping him off guard.
Wha—what do I do?! Push her away?
No, no…it would hurt her feelings and…I really don’t want her to stop…
But when her hand diffidently, teasingly dropped lower to take a firm grip on his flagging member, the young man opened his mouth to let out a startled cry--only to realize too late the action gave Winry the opening she needed. A ravenous tongue invaded his mouth, caressing the ribbed upper plate and jabbed at his own tongue with vigor, trying to provoke a similar response from him. When her hand began to move on him, slowly, torturously, the remnants of Ed’s resistance finally dropped away.
Golden eyes glazed, rolled up into his head as his last remaining logical thought processes slipped away to be replaced with long denied lust. Strong arms slipped around her trim frame, pulling her tightly against him and he tentatively attempted to kiss back. At first he was clumsy, inept, accidentally pinching her tongue and lips as well as clashing his teeth with hers. Fortunately for the young prodigy he was a quick study, and in seconds, was returning her kiss with equal vigor. He quickly found the best angle to hold his head and the least sloppy way to hold his lips against hers, using her unspoken feedback of how she liked her tongue to be caressed by his. As if by instinct, his hands began to travel up and down her back, seeking out her every curve, every line, appreciating the juxtaposition of her soft contours and the hardened muscles beneath. She was a goddess, a warm, living goddess and she was here in his arms.
Of course, there were times being a prodigy could come in handy and Ed was finding his unusual talent a real life-saver at the moment. But even though research and study was the life-blood of his existence and this was a prime opportunity to make some interesting observations, the young alchemist found he couldn’t give a rat’s ass about any of that at the moment. It simply felt too good to do anything more than just feel and learn new ways to create more of these fantastic feelings; it was the only thing he wanted to do anytime soon.
As rationality briefly surfaced, the next sensation Ed noticed was Winry’s hand insistently slipping up and down his shaft, causing him to quickly recapture the original state of his arousal. Her grip moved on his renewed hardness with as much ease as his had only a short time before and he took the time to savor the contrast of her smaller hand and the disparity between how she held him and how he held himself. It was too easy to get lost in the delicious pull, especially when her thumb took the time to glide over the sensitive frenulum beneath the head of his rod as well as circle about the head. A groan escaped him as he pulled free of Winry’s mouth, which only seemed to spur her onward and she quickened her rhythm. If she kept this up, he’d never be able to hold out until…
Wait, was there the possibility they would be going beyond mere play?
“Win…Winry,” he sighed as she pressed her mouth to his neck to nip then zealously draw on his skin. Ignoring the resulting sting, he brought his attention back to his earlier thought, focusing on the one that held the promise, the hope that maybe, just maybe, this would be the day he’d fulfill his every fantasy about Winry and lose his virginity.
But the chances would be slim to nothing if she didn’t let up the rather intense attention she was currently giving a certain favorite lower portion of his anatomy.
“Winry!” His voice was stronger this time, more insistent, cutting through their escalating haze of passion, effectively making the young woman pause and look up at him. Even though her deep blue eyes were dark with lust, he could still read the confusion there. “What are you doing?”
He could tell by the spark of anger in her eyes that that was a stupid question. Maybe he should have clarified himself a little bit better…
Her dark blonde brows furrowed with annoyance, “What do you think I’m doing, Edward?” she shot back, her fingers tightening on his ever-so-tender flesh, eliciting a nervous squeak from him. Her eyes bore into his unflinchingly, her intent very clear without any spoken words; this caused another rush of heat to race throughout Ed’s body.
“I’m tired of waiting for you to make the first move. I’ve waited for months, wondering why you never made a pass at me, why you haven’t even so much as tried to kiss me!” Her voice was low, raspy with a mixture of restrained desire and anger, “I’ve waited and waited for you to give me some real indication of how you feel about me, but you’ve never said one word or did one thing to let me know. No, I had to find out by finding you with your dick in your hand, groaning my name! And all the while, I’ve tried to let you know how I feel—obviously you can’t take a hint unless you’re clubbed over the head with it!” Her grip tightened ever so slightly, nearly causing Ed to stand on his tippy-toes in order to escape her torturous hold. “So, now I’m letting you know how I feel the most direct way I can think of.” She resumed her amorous play, lipping his earlobe as her hand eased its overly snug grip upon his sensitive flesh.
Ed’s eyes flew wide with astonishment—she had been giving him hints and he’d never even noticed? Then the last thought made him cross; what the hell, there were hints? If there had been, they’d been so subtle there was no way he could have ever read them. What the hell was it with women, anyway? Why couldn’t they just say out loud what they want--!
Oh, wait—that’s what she’s doing now…
Her hand began to move on his hardness again bringing him back to the fact that he and Winry were naked, in the shower, in the middle of a seriously intense make-out session.
Which would be a very short make-out session if he couldn’t get her to stop.
“Winry,” he intoned dangerously, taking her by the upper arms and pushing her back slightly. He dropped his automail hand to her wrist, arresting her motion, “If you don’t stop, there’ll be a problem.”
The mechanic froze against him and he could detect the disappointment creeping into the sapphire blue of her eyes.
“You…you don’t want me to…” Her eyes grew bright with tears as she released him and stepped back, turning her head away in a feeble attempt to hide her embarrassment. “I’m sorry.” Her arms moved to self-consciously cover herself, now shy of her unclothed state.
‘No. Don’t leave.’
His vague response to her unspoken declaration was causing her even more hurt and it cut him to the quick as he remembered his promise to never make her cry except for tears of happiness.
‘Why can’t I ever say what I mean?’
She turned to leave, only to pause as Ed responded in a husky voice, “Winry, wait. I want this more than you’ll ever know.” He gently grasped her arm, drawing her back to him, “But if you keep, uh…um, touching me like you have been, it’ll be over too soon. At least, for me, anyway.”
“Over too soon? Oh...”
The young man could see understanding dawning in the watery depths of her eyes as she looked up at him and blushed demurely. Ed was certain his own face was stained a lovely shade of red judging by the tingling on his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose; he saw her smile timidly as she noticed. He cocked one dark blond eyebrow upward in embarrassed amusement, answering the playful light that twinkled in those lovely blue eyes as she fully comprehended what his cryptic words had really meant.
Momentarily, Winry’s warm gaze transfixed Ed. She was so beautiful—no, so gorgeous—and he almost felt he could fall into those wonderous depths and lose himself forever…
A wry smile replaced her perplextion and she stepped into him again, this time without her earlier enthusiasm. Winry leaned into him until her lips were only centimeters from his ear and Ed shuddered as she sighed, her breath washing over the appendage. But even though the feel of her body against his was enticing in itself, it was her next words that nearly broke his control.
“I want you too, Ed. I want to be with you.”
Did she really mean…?
“Do you really mean…?” he echoed the question out loud, aching for the reply he hoped to hear.
“Yesss,” she hissed before she swirled her tongue tip about his ear and pressed her hips to his, “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
‘Yes!’
To be continued in Part 3…
Author: NekoEro
Rating: Hard NC-17 (No pun intended...)
Characters: Ed x Winry
I make absolutely no profit from this fanfic.
Summary: Ed trys to deal with the embarrassment of Winry's unexpected appearance his own way, but she has other ideas on the subject.
A/N: This is part 2 of a very long story arc which encompasses three separate stories. Lessons in Life and Love contains Slippery When Wet, Unexpected Adjustments, and a third, yet untitled story. Slippery When Wet ended up as a 30+ page behemoth, so I decided to break it up into two, perhaps three parts. I've been working on these fics for quite some time and after many false starts, here it is--finally. (Updated 4-6-2010: The middle story has changed from Unexpected Adjustments to You Can't Hurry Love. Once YCHL was finished, the original title didn't fit anymore.)
The LJ version of this story comes with an illo; I will eventually post the illo on my DA page. My DA id is HaganeNeko.
My eternal thanks to ibshafer for the beta and putting up with the numerous times I angsted over writing this fic. I owe you big time...
To A LaRosa: Thanks for rating and reviewing! I hope to have the next2-3 parts up within the next month. I just started writing the very last story, so it may take much longer to go up.
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Hot water sluiced down through his hair, rinsing the fragrant conditioner from his long, honey-blond locks, carrying it down over his body and toward the drain. Using exaggerated movements, Ed continued to work the water through his hair, assuring any excess grooming product had been removed. With a shake of his head, he stood back from the spray and flipped his saturated bangs away from his face.
‘Damn Winry.’
He scowled, the corners of his mouth curving downward in a thin, hard line and his brows canting inward to wrinkle his forehead.
‘What the hell’s her problem, anyway?!’
Ed picked up the soap from near the drain, massaging it into the washcloth and working up a fair amount of lather. As he began to run the cloth over his flesh and bone shoulder, his mind wandered back to the moment Winry had burst beneath the shower curtain to stop virtually at his feet. Her deep blue eyes had gone from surprise to an innocent but heated appraisal of his physique, notably stopping at his groin whereupon they enlarged; clearly, she liked what she saw and even though her face glowed red, she hadn’t looked away. Ed flushed hotly at the recollection but continued to cleanse himself, now washing his chest and stomach.
‘No one but Al’s seen me ‘there’ since I was a little kid.’
But when Winry’s eyes had looked back into his, it hadn’t been shock or embarrassment he’d seen there. They had been bright, the pupils dilated wide with an intense heat, stirring a very odd feeling in his chest and stealing his breath away if only for a moment. In the very next instant he had choked out, “Wha-what the hell, Winry”! breaking the disturbingly intense moment.
Now irritated with himself, Ed grew impatient with the washcloth. It wasn’t washing away either the embarrassment or the peculiar tightness growing in his chest and stomach. He threw the cloth back at the hook and snatched the bar of soap from its holder, vigorously scrubbing it over his body. As he began to lather lower, images of a very damp young woman lying at his feet began to flash through his head, extending the tightening to his groin.
Winry lying on the shower floor, propped onto her elbows, knees bent and spread, her feet nearly flanking his. The hot water almost instantly soaking her hair and nightgown, causing the thin cotton garment to turn translucent, showing every luscious dip and curve and faintly displaying the dark areoles surrounding her taunt nipples.
Her panties, more opaque, were light blue with a tiny dark blue flower decoration centered in the front. But it hadn’t particularly been the panties that had captured his interest, it was the fact her legs were slightly, almost suggestively apart, giving him a glimpse of the dip that represented that place, the place which represented the promise of pleasure, the entrance to her very core…
An odd tingle ran up his spine. Ed knew these images would haunt him for nights to come, nights he knew would become nearly unbearable because Al rarely left his side and there would be no way to sneak off to relieve himself without looking like a pervert. Unbearable, because the real thing looked so much better than anything his imagination could ever create, and the images that were now burned into his memory would drive him to the brink of insanity with yearning.
Deeply lost in his fantasy, Ed didn’t at first acknowledge just what the tightening in his groin translated to until he found himself surrendering to the slippery feel of his natural hand as he gently began to pull at the hardness he found there.
I shouldn’t…but…but I can’t help it… I want her. Dammit, I want to be with her like that. But I can’t tell her that I want her…like…th…th…
That…
The images besieged his senses as they replayed over and over in his head, pulling him even further down into his fantasy world. He relinquished his logic to let lust take over, now fisting himself in earnest. His fingers slipped up and down his length with ease, carefully exerting just the right pressure on the underside of his cock.
Wide blue eyes that looked up at him with the heat of desire…
Nicely full breasts that only hinted at their secrets through the clinging, saturated cloth…
Those long, wonderfully shaped legs, droplets of water running along their smooth lines…
That place…
A low moan escaped him as he felt the first tingling of pleasure build up deep within. His grip shifted, became firmer as his hand picked up the pace, moving faster on himself. The fantasies escalated; now he was on her, inside her, riding up the spiral of pleasure with her, those strong, shapely legs folded about his hips…
Ed felt his release rapidly approaching, causing him to gasp and moan more frequently. This was going to be a spectacular orgasm; the sensations were building to incredible heights…
Astonishingly fast, he was almost there, nearing the brink and her name tumbled hoarsely from his lips…
Unexpectedly, the curtain flew open with such ferocity that the rings securing it to the rod screeched unpleasantly on the metal in protest. Stunned by the unexpected intrusion, Ed was savagely ripped away from his fantasy, causing the hand on his aching erection to stop in mid-motion. His eyes flew open to see Winry standing before him, stark naked, with one hand holding the curtain back in a white-knuckled grip. An insanely wild light in her deep blue eyes caused them to practically gleam with a maniacal light as her hungry gaze raked over his body, moving from his face to where he was holding himself, then back up to meet his eyes. Her breathing was somewhat labored, coming in slow, deep breaths as if recovering from a short, hard sprint.
A sense of disorientation struck him; the fantasy he’d been deeply immersed in, had been bringing himself a great deal of pleasure with, was still before him even after opening his eyes. Except…Winry looked better than she usually did in his imagination, especially when the peripheral spray from the showerhead began to dampen her breasts, making them look even more mouthwatering than they had through her wet, clinging nightgown.
But…his eyes were open, so that meant…
What the hell--?! It’s really her?!
In the next instant, he realized he was standing before her, holding himself, caught in the act of obviously doing something rather, well, perverted…
OhshitohshitohSHIT!
His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open in protest only to find he couldn’t formulate any words.
Let go of yourself, you moron! She’ll figure out just what you’re up to and kill you!
However, he found he couldn’t move, frozen like a deer in the glare of oncoming headlights. Ed felt himself deflating in his grip as a prickly sense of heat flushed up is neck and onto his face, not sure if it were his indignation or humiliation that caused either reaction. Regardless of whatever action he took, it was obvious he’d been jerking off while thinking about her. After all, he’d uttered her name only seconds before she’d ripped back the curtain, unceremoniously unveiling him while in the act.
As if reading his thoughts, Winry’s gaze dropped once more to where his attention had been so intensely concentrated just seconds before and a victorious smirk crossed her face. However, it was the now familiar sight of lust in her darkened eyes that sent a thrill down Ed’s spine.
“Why don’t you let me help you with that.” It was the voice of a person possessed; of someone who couldn’t be talked out of whatever depraved idea she planned to carry out on his tender, naked flesh. If the moment hadn’t been so embarrassing, so ludicrous, Ed might have actually thought her words funny.
In two long strides, Winry was upon the young man, throwing herself against him and flinging her arms around his neck. Ed was too startled to resist as she pulled his head down and her voracious mouth covered his. Nearly knocked off balance, he slipped and stumbled back against the wall, holding his mouth tightly closed against her assault when she demanded access by repetitively, urgently kissing and nipping at his lips. He could feel the intoxicating sensation of the entire length of her body pressed against him, the remnants of lather on his torso causing their bodies to move against one another without friction. Her full, pliant breasts with the firm tips moved against his chest in a most enticing fashion, causing his skin to tingle and quiver in response.
Yes, those wonderful, plump breasts that had been so coyly hidden by the wet fabric of her nightgown only minutes ago were now pressed against him without the bothersome fabric barrier. Oh, how he would love to surrender to the urge to take those glorious, creamy half globes into his hands, to draw one of those dusky pink tips into his mouth and run his tongue over it.
But this was way too unsettling—on too many levels.
Once more, his reason made a vain attempt to be at the forefront of his consciousness.
“Win—Wait—Hey!” Flailing his arms wildly, his words were spat out between her oral attacks, afraid of what she might do if he left his mouth open too long. This was all happening too fast, the transition from fantasy to the real thing. His brain, hard pressed to keep up with current events, was devoid of any clues that might help him (wisely) choose the next best course of action. Yes, he’d wanted this for a long time, ever since he realized his feelings were far more than platonic toward his life-long friend and mechanic; aside from the fact she’d gotten incredibly sexy the last few years, that was. And while she’d had been a wonderful source of inspiration for his solo ventures into sex, to literally have her throw herself at him without any real previous indication of her feelings except some hand holding and playful flirting…
Well, it simply freaked him out.
Ed stilled as she captured his left hand, allowing her move it to the gentle curves of her backside without offering any real protest. Her hand returned to his chest, her fingers trailing a lazy path over his pecs, down over his rib cage to trace every line of his abs, making Ed’s breath catch in his throat in astonishment. Everywhere her fingers touched left a trail of fire in their wake, as if they were hot coals branding his skin. All the while she kept up her oral assault, never allowing Ed to completely recover from her ambush, continuously keeping him off guard.
Wha—what do I do?! Push her away?
No, no…it would hurt her feelings and…I really don’t want her to stop…
But when her hand diffidently, teasingly dropped lower to take a firm grip on his flagging member, the young man opened his mouth to let out a startled cry--only to realize too late the action gave Winry the opening she needed. A ravenous tongue invaded his mouth, caressing the ribbed upper plate and jabbed at his own tongue with vigor, trying to provoke a similar response from him. When her hand began to move on him, slowly, torturously, the remnants of Ed’s resistance finally dropped away.
Golden eyes glazed, rolled up into his head as his last remaining logical thought processes slipped away to be replaced with long denied lust. Strong arms slipped around her trim frame, pulling her tightly against him and he tentatively attempted to kiss back. At first he was clumsy, inept, accidentally pinching her tongue and lips as well as clashing his teeth with hers. Fortunately for the young prodigy he was a quick study, and in seconds, was returning her kiss with equal vigor. He quickly found the best angle to hold his head and the least sloppy way to hold his lips against hers, using her unspoken feedback of how she liked her tongue to be caressed by his. As if by instinct, his hands began to travel up and down her back, seeking out her every curve, every line, appreciating the juxtaposition of her soft contours and the hardened muscles beneath. She was a goddess, a warm, living goddess and she was here in his arms.
Of course, there were times being a prodigy could come in handy and Ed was finding his unusual talent a real life-saver at the moment. But even though research and study was the life-blood of his existence and this was a prime opportunity to make some interesting observations, the young alchemist found he couldn’t give a rat’s ass about any of that at the moment. It simply felt too good to do anything more than just feel and learn new ways to create more of these fantastic feelings; it was the only thing he wanted to do anytime soon.
As rationality briefly surfaced, the next sensation Ed noticed was Winry’s hand insistently slipping up and down his shaft, causing him to quickly recapture the original state of his arousal. Her grip moved on his renewed hardness with as much ease as his had only a short time before and he took the time to savor the contrast of her smaller hand and the disparity between how she held him and how he held himself. It was too easy to get lost in the delicious pull, especially when her thumb took the time to glide over the sensitive frenulum beneath the head of his rod as well as circle about the head. A groan escaped him as he pulled free of Winry’s mouth, which only seemed to spur her onward and she quickened her rhythm. If she kept this up, he’d never be able to hold out until…
Wait, was there the possibility they would be going beyond mere play?
“Win…Winry,” he sighed as she pressed her mouth to his neck to nip then zealously draw on his skin. Ignoring the resulting sting, he brought his attention back to his earlier thought, focusing on the one that held the promise, the hope that maybe, just maybe, this would be the day he’d fulfill his every fantasy about Winry and lose his virginity.
But the chances would be slim to nothing if she didn’t let up the rather intense attention she was currently giving a certain favorite lower portion of his anatomy.
“Winry!” His voice was stronger this time, more insistent, cutting through their escalating haze of passion, effectively making the young woman pause and look up at him. Even though her deep blue eyes were dark with lust, he could still read the confusion there. “What are you doing?”
He could tell by the spark of anger in her eyes that that was a stupid question. Maybe he should have clarified himself a little bit better…
Her dark blonde brows furrowed with annoyance, “What do you think I’m doing, Edward?” she shot back, her fingers tightening on his ever-so-tender flesh, eliciting a nervous squeak from him. Her eyes bore into his unflinchingly, her intent very clear without any spoken words; this caused another rush of heat to race throughout Ed’s body.
“I’m tired of waiting for you to make the first move. I’ve waited for months, wondering why you never made a pass at me, why you haven’t even so much as tried to kiss me!” Her voice was low, raspy with a mixture of restrained desire and anger, “I’ve waited and waited for you to give me some real indication of how you feel about me, but you’ve never said one word or did one thing to let me know. No, I had to find out by finding you with your dick in your hand, groaning my name! And all the while, I’ve tried to let you know how I feel—obviously you can’t take a hint unless you’re clubbed over the head with it!” Her grip tightened ever so slightly, nearly causing Ed to stand on his tippy-toes in order to escape her torturous hold. “So, now I’m letting you know how I feel the most direct way I can think of.” She resumed her amorous play, lipping his earlobe as her hand eased its overly snug grip upon his sensitive flesh.
Ed’s eyes flew wide with astonishment—she had been giving him hints and he’d never even noticed? Then the last thought made him cross; what the hell, there were hints? If there had been, they’d been so subtle there was no way he could have ever read them. What the hell was it with women, anyway? Why couldn’t they just say out loud what they want--!
Oh, wait—that’s what she’s doing now…
Her hand began to move on his hardness again bringing him back to the fact that he and Winry were naked, in the shower, in the middle of a seriously intense make-out session.
Which would be a very short make-out session if he couldn’t get her to stop.
“Winry,” he intoned dangerously, taking her by the upper arms and pushing her back slightly. He dropped his automail hand to her wrist, arresting her motion, “If you don’t stop, there’ll be a problem.”
The mechanic froze against him and he could detect the disappointment creeping into the sapphire blue of her eyes.
“You…you don’t want me to…” Her eyes grew bright with tears as she released him and stepped back, turning her head away in a feeble attempt to hide her embarrassment. “I’m sorry.” Her arms moved to self-consciously cover herself, now shy of her unclothed state.
‘No. Don’t leave.’
His vague response to her unspoken declaration was causing her even more hurt and it cut him to the quick as he remembered his promise to never make her cry except for tears of happiness.
‘Why can’t I ever say what I mean?’
She turned to leave, only to pause as Ed responded in a husky voice, “Winry, wait. I want this more than you’ll ever know.” He gently grasped her arm, drawing her back to him, “But if you keep, uh…um, touching me like you have been, it’ll be over too soon. At least, for me, anyway.”
“Over too soon? Oh...”
The young man could see understanding dawning in the watery depths of her eyes as she looked up at him and blushed demurely. Ed was certain his own face was stained a lovely shade of red judging by the tingling on his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose; he saw her smile timidly as she noticed. He cocked one dark blond eyebrow upward in embarrassed amusement, answering the playful light that twinkled in those lovely blue eyes as she fully comprehended what his cryptic words had really meant.
Momentarily, Winry’s warm gaze transfixed Ed. She was so beautiful—no, so gorgeous—and he almost felt he could fall into those wonderous depths and lose himself forever…
A wry smile replaced her perplextion and she stepped into him again, this time without her earlier enthusiasm. Winry leaned into him until her lips were only centimeters from his ear and Ed shuddered as she sighed, her breath washing over the appendage. But even though the feel of her body against his was enticing in itself, it was her next words that nearly broke his control.
“I want you too, Ed. I want to be with you.”
Did she really mean…?
“Do you really mean…?” he echoed the question out loud, aching for the reply he hoped to hear.
“Yesss,” she hissed before she swirled her tongue tip about his ear and pressed her hips to his, “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
‘Yes!’
To be continued in Part 3…