Lessons in Life and Love

Title: Slippery When Wet

Author: NekoEro
Disclaimer: Hagane no Renkinjutsushi is © Hiromu Arakawa, Anniplex, ShonenGanGan, ect, ect. I own no portion of it; I just write fanfic…
Rating: Strong NC-17
Characters: Ed x Winry

I make absolutely no profit from this fanfic.

Mangaverse futurefic, it takes place after the end of the manga storyline. Kinda AU, but still well within cannon.


This is only one part of a very long story arc which encompasses three separate fics. Lessons in Life and Love contains Slippery When Wet, Unexpected Adjustments, and You Can't Hurry Love. Slippery When Wet ended up as a 30+ page behemoth, so I decided to break it down into three parts.

A/N: My sincerest apologies to everyone for leaving our golden couple off at such an awkward place then taking forever to complete the final part. Sometimes, despite best intentions, mundane life simply gets in the way and nothing gets accomplished in a timely manner… As to the next two chapters, there is no set time in which I plan to post them; again, my apologies. But there will be two more chapters after this. Unexpected Adjustments needs some major editing, but is mostly finished. You Can't Hurry Love, while some work has been done, is still in the roughing/planning stage. (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.)

My eternal thanks again to ibshafer for the beta; you found time to check this little tale over despite the current chaos in your life.

Slippery When Wet
Part 3


Previously, in part 2:


“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 earlobe and pressed her hips against him, “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

‘Yes!’


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The sibilated word reverberated in his head, bouncing throughout his body and setting every nerve on fire. A quiet roaring began in his ears, temporarily blocking out all other sounds; was it the thundering of his heart he was hearing or his subconscious throwing an uproarious celebration?

‘S-she wants to be with me…like that...’


With astounding clarity, the full potential of what could occur within the next few minutes struck him full force, causing his mind to reel with anticipation. Fantasy was yielding to realty and the reality was Winry wanted him and was more than willing to give herself to him at this very moment in time.

And, of course, Ed was more than happy to accommodate her.

Panting, the young alchemist fought to steady his intense trembling and resisted the urge to throw the young woman down, to take her then and there on the shower floor. Months, no, years he’d dreamt about this very moment and he wanted to savor the fact it was now here, a gift, a shapely blonde gift, being handed to him on a silver platter.


‘C’mon, Elric! Control yourself! Certainly she’d like to…do it…in a more romantic place than this?’

He craved to taste her once more and craned his neck to let his mouth blindly, eagerly seek hers. He found her lips parted and waiting and the kiss became the answer to an unspoken question, leaving all the remnants of their gentle innocence behind. His arms glided around her to pull her close before allowing his hands to resume their exploration of her form, slipping down over the softly defined lines of her back, along the gentle swell of her hips then on to the full curves of her bottom. Once there, the fingers of his natural hand dipped lower, briefly pressing into the space between her thighs to teasingly contact the moist heat he found there. Winry responded with a quiet intake of breath and edged onto her toes, silently encouraging him to further explore her most sensitive places. Instead, the young alchemist recaptured the round curves of her bottom and drew her firmly against him as he ever so slightly rocked his hips, leaving no doubt as to his intentions. When her moan (more of a purr, actually) reached his ears, his arms encircled and pressed her even closer as if wishing to become one with her. The contact of every square inch of her firm yet soft body against his was intoxicating, maddening, making him keenly aware of his body’s’ growing demands.

After what seemed like an eternity they noisily broke from the kiss and paused long enough to gasp in a breath. His lips whispered kisses across her cheek to taste the soft damp skin just below her ear and his tongue dabbed at the earrings on her earlobe. His earrings, the gifts he’d given to her so long ago, the gifts he’d returned to a tearful Winry after the Promised Day.

“I…I need you, Win…all of you,” were the only words he managed to breathe into her ear before Winry reached around him to grasp his muscular bottom. Ed startled at her touch and moved with her as she drew him forward. Once under the pounding water, the young woman took the time to run her hands languidly over his torso, helping to rinse most the soap from his body.

“I need you, too,” she sighed back and leaned in to gently rake her teeth over the prominent muscle that ran down along the side of his neck.

His need was rapidly becoming unbearable and he couldn’t—no didn’t want to wait any longer. Her words galvanized him into action and he took her by the shoulders to press her down onto the floor. Winry complied without resistance and Ed’s breathing became rapid, labored as he eased her back onto the shower mat. He hesitated, hovering over her long enough to appreciate the banquet of creamy skin, sensual curves, and long lemon blonde hair laid out before him. He felt like a starving man whom, until just now, had only been able to observe a sumptuous meal through a window and had at long last been allowed to partake.

‘Oh god, I want her so much…’

Bright blue eyes looked up at him with desire and trust, along with another emotion Ed couldn’t quite put his finger on. He dismissed this little distraction as the urge to taste her overtook him again and leaned in for yet another kiss. At first, he gently sucked at her lower lip before rolling his tongue into her mouth, capturing her, driving his tongue firmly, repetitively against hers. She responded to his need with her own, her tongue furiously dueling with his as her fingers slipped to the back of his head to keep him close, toying with his wet hair as she did so. He heard her moan, soft and low, felt it rumble against his mouth.

For a fleeting second, Ed thought he’d reach his conclusion on his own and forfeit his chance at losing his virginity. He backed out of the kiss as Winry gently pushed at his shoulders, detouring just long enough to place another kiss on her chin before lifting himself far enough to look down into her fevered eyes questioningly. Of course, a wry grin also pulled at her mouth and one eyebrow was cocked upward irreverently.

“Edward, as much as I love kissing you, aren’t there other things you’d like to do?” Her voice was so soft and low he almost didn’t hear her over the sound of the water dashing against the tile. However, he had no trouble picking up on the longing that burned in her eyes or the wistfulness in her caress as her fingertips traced lightly along his arm.

“Hell, yes!” he breathed shakily, following his enthusiastic affirmation with a brief, heated press of his lips to hers before mouthing her neck. He felt driven to touch her, to experience the feel of soft, pliant flesh under his touch and shifted his weight onto his automail arm to free his left hand for further exploration.

He wanted to, yet…yet...there was a nagging reluctance to initiate direct contact with the gentle swell of her breasts; in the back of his mind, Ed still half expected to receive a sound thrashing if he dared touch any of the more luscious features of Winry’s landscape, so he settled on less dangerous territory to survey first. Instead, he allowed his fingertips to delicately stroke her ribs, playing over the subtle rise and dips in her skin, causing Winry to giggle and squirm reflexively beneath him. Much to Ed’s vexation and surprise, her involuntary movement caused her abdomen to shift against his painfully sensitive erection and he bit his lower lip in order to suppress the curse that threatened to escape his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut against the throbbing in his groin and pulled away from Winry’s touch until the compulsion to rock his hips against her soft warmth passed.

Renewing his resolve, Ed tipped his head once more, resuming his mouth’s journey as he kissed a line down the smooth column of her neck, nipped at her shoulder, then traced a path along her clavicle. He became bolder when he heard Winry sigh her approval and continued down until he reached the slightly flattened curvature of a breast. His hand glided upward stealthily until it gingerly grasped a cream-colored mound and compressed it ever so slightly, making the firm nipple stand out more prominently. With a cautious dab from his tongue, the young man caressed the pebbled flesh, becoming quite pleased with himself as it elicited a gasp from the young woman and she arched her back into his touch.

Now more confident in his ability to provoke such wonderfully sensual responses from his partner (and more confident he wouldn’t be beaned for his brazenness), Ed took the entirety of her nipple along with the surrounding areole into his mouth to carefully draw on it. As the sounds from Winry increased in volume and frequency, Ed became more enthusiastic, alternately mouthing, nipping and suckling on the small nub of flesh. Winry responded by taking his head into her hands, further encouraging his experimentation, writhing ever so slightly beneath him. Her fingers slowly scrubbed through his wet hair, her short fingernails lightly scraping his scalp and the nape of his neck, causing a shiver to race down his spine. She moaned his name, drawing it out into a sensual prayer. Another flush of heat engulfed his already over stimulated body and Ed fought to control his reactions to the aural stimulus. He settled for concentrating on the object of his attention with his mouth and tongue, rolling the appendage over the firm nipple more enthusiastically.

There was something so satisfying, so primal about the feel of her firm flesh in his mouth that it set off tremors of anticipation throughout his compact frame. Instinctively, his mouth moved through the valley between her breasts, tasting the warm, clean water on her skin, then to her other nipple. Ed drew on it tenderly at first, then vigorously as his desire suddenly escalated. Another soft squeal of approval slipped from Winry’s throat and Ed felt her fingers energetically massage his scalp before twining in his long, honey blond locks to tug at them.

As Ed traversed yet again to the opposite breast, Winry startled him from his erotic fixation by trailing one of her hands down his neck, across his flesh shoulder and down his arm. Once she reached his hand, Winry grasped then insistently pulled at it, silently requesting his attention. When Ed lifted his head to look down at her, Winry looked back unabashedly and tugged at his hand again. Again, he felt disinclined to obey her; he was too reluctant to let go of the wonderful new chew toy he’d found.

Touch me like this, Ed,” she murmured, lifting her head just enough to kiss the corner of his mouth. Her grip tightened on his hand and her pull became more insistent when he resisted.

‘Touch her like what? What’s she getting at?’

The young alchemist finally relented when a scowl settled on her pretty features and shifted his body to allow her to guide his hand lower on her anatomy. It wasn’t until his fingertips contacted a nest of damp, curly hair that understanding dawned on him, especially when slick moisture coated his digits as she drew them along the fissure beneath the dark blonde curls.

Ed’s breath caught in his throat and a tremor of expectation shook him; she was inviting him to explore her most intimate of places, giving him permission to investigate a place that would have been the death of him in the past if he’d even thought about going anywhere near it. Yet, despite the fact Winry was allowing him to touch her there, he still didn’t have a clue what she wanted him to do. Fortunately, he decided to listen to his natural inclinations and slid his fingers into her damp heat, exploring the hot smooth folds he found there.

The eager young man inspected this new, uncharted territory with barely restrained enthusiasm, slithering his index and middle finger about gently and Winry sighed contentedly and parted her thighs farther, welcoming his touch. But when Ed happened upon a pearl of flesh near the front of her opening, Winry did something he found fascinating; she jumped and purred again, the quiet moan rattling in the back of her throat. He carefully stimulated it again, circling his fingers around the sensitive appendage and Winry answered by moving against his touch.

“Ahhh…” Her voice was like liquid chocolate to his ears and Ed longed to hear her sigh again. He expanded his exploration and cautiously sunk his fingers into her entrance, sliding them in until he provoked a gentle roll of her hips. This caused his fingers to sink deeper yet and his name came as a soft bark from Winry’s lips. There was a note of urgency added to her deep, velvety tone, making the young man heady with a sense of confidence. His lips found her neck, licking, raking his teeth over her skin before harshly drawing on it, leaving a welt to mark her as his own.

Another moan erupted from Winry’s throat and her hand slipped over his, urging him to move his fingers within her again. When he did, her passage tightened on his digits and her hips flexed once more. Again, he made a leap of understanding and Ed slowly began to move his fingers back and forth within her, causing her to move against his hand in answer. The hand that covered his tensed and helped him to time his movements with the movement of her hips, keeping him deep and his pace steady.

Of course, being the alchemical prodigy he was, Ed’s analytical side bubbled above the surface of his ardor and he made careful mental notes of how his every touch, every movement made Winry react. He recorded everything, neatly filing it away for future reference with the intent of refining his technique and distilling it until he knew the exact minimum actions necessary to get Winry fully receptive to him as quickly as possible. He wanted to be more efficient, to get them both to their conclusion rapidly and relieve the sense of urgency that threatened to consume him.

His focus returned to Winry when her fingers urgently clawed at the back of his head before pulling him down into another fervent kiss. Tongues slid easily against one another and she began to moan with increasing enthusiasm as they broke from the intense kiss. Shortly, Ed discovered the right touch, the right rhythm that had the young woman’s hips moving against his hand in earnest and sounds of delight flowing from her throat. The sound of her impassioned moans in his ears and the sensation of her velvety, silky, and very, very slick passage around his digits was amazing, maddening, making his body tingle with anticipation. He began to fantasize just how wonderful it would feel to be buried to the hilt within her, the feel of the soft, hot walls of her passageway as they clamped down on him, squeezing him, drawing him in deeper as he moved within her.

Then it occurred to him; why just fantasize about it?

With this revelation Ed knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to experience these sensations in a more direct manner, to be on her, in her, moving with her in the eternal, primal dance of life.

“Hey! Why’d you stop?!” Winry whimpered in protest as he withdrew his tense, shaking hand to firmly push at one of her bent knees. His motions were almost frenetic as he nearly scrambled into position over her and hastily maneuvered between her legs. He quickly lowered himself onto her soft, warm frame, insistently pulling at her thigh with his automail hand as he did so, pulling her leg up and further opening her to gain easier access to her body.

An awkward moment followed as Ed’s first, then second attempt to join with her was clumsy and slightly off target; she was just too slippery and him, simply too frantic. But as he lowered a trembling hand from her thigh to steady his cock for a third try, Winry tipped her hips away from him and tried to bring her legs together.

“Edward, no! Wait!”

'Whaa…? Wait?!,

‘No! NOOOOOO!’

Ed wanted to weep with frustration. Had she brought him to this point, teasing him into a near-frenzy, only to change her mind and turn him down, flat?! Was this some kind of a joke—a very cruel joke?

“Win-ry?!” Her name came out in a tense squeak as he stilled and looked down at her with pained irritation. He could see a panicked light in her deep blue eyes even though her eyebrows were canted and a smirk stretched her mouth. “I thought you wanted to…” he nearly wept.

‘Oh, please, please tell me you still want to! I swear I’ll explode if you don’t!’

“I do,” she reassured him, “But we have to take precautions first.” She brought a closed hand into his line of sight and opened it to reveal a very damp square of brown waxy paper which concealed a disc-shaped object within.

Ed scowled; just what the hell…?

‘Ohhh.’

Just where had she been hiding that?

“Can’t it wait?” he ground out impatiently.

“Helll, no!” she shot back, the fury of her gaze burning into him like twin laser beams, making him cringe, “Ed, if you even think about going through with this without using protection, I will make sure you wish you were dead!”

Something akin to cellular memory caused several points on Ed’s skull to ache dully; he’d experienced it too many times to forget just how painful Winry’s aim with her favorite wrench could be, especially when she was really pissed off at him. She might not have it on her now, but he was sure she’d remedy that little fact later on if he didn’t listen to her now.

He plucked the packet from her hand in a barely controlled fit of pique. “Fine!” Anger now tempering his ardor, Ed rose from her, perching on his knees to straddle her leg. He stooped over to protect both of them from the onslaught of water from the showerhead as he fumbled in near-desperation with the small envelope. After a tense moment, he managed to tear it open, only to nearly drop the precious circle of material it contained. “Shit!” he spat as he struggled to steady his hands; they were quaking so badly he found it difficult to unroll the contraceptive device over himself once he finally had it in place.

Winry looked on first with anticipation then annoyance as she noticed Ed having difficulty applying the condom. After a few seconds of watching him mishandle the ever so important accessory, she eased herself away slightly and sat up to reach for his hands.

“Let me help,” she murmured, letting her hands gently settle onto his. Her soft touch calmed the intense trembling that kept him from finishing his task.

“But…but…”

“But, nothing. If you tear this one, you’re out of luck. I won’t go get another one,” she shot back.

“What if we don’t use one just this time—,” he started, his eyes alight with hope, a wide, toothy grin splitting his face but then snapped the sentence short as Winry’s shoulders stiffened.

When Winry froze and lifted her head in a very slow, controlled manner to glare at him darkly, a sinking feeling settled in his stomach. Disbelief dominated her features and her fingers twitched over his, clearly displaying her displeasure.

“We’ve already discussed this, Edward. No protection, no sex. Not unless you want the possibility of someone calling you ‘Daddy’ in about a year and a half.” She scowled at him, emphasizing her point “You’re not exactly the master of self control, Edward! I very much doubt you would be able to withdraw in time!”

Ed watched her mouth set into a hard line, indicating that all further discussion on the subject was off limits.

Then, a split second later, the full impact of her words sunk into his hormone-addled brain.

‘Someone calling me DADDY?! WAIT A MINUTE--!!’

Immediately, his hands turned the task over to the young woman, moving away to allow her easy access. Winry gently grasped his erection and unrolled the sheath down over him with a delicate touch, her fingers working it quickly, efficiently even though it was obvious it was a snug fit. However, the effect of her touch along with the immutable fact that the condom was almost uncomfortably snug was nothing short of catastrophic. Ed found himself reciting the periodic table in his head, recalling their atomic weights as well as their names, all the while chewing on his lower lip until it nearly bled.

‘Hydrogen…1.00794…urk!

‘Lithium, 6.941…faster, Winry!

‘Beryllium, 9.01282…oh, god, I’m not gonna last!’

Mercifully, Winry finished and reached up to slip her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a heated kiss. Ed leaned into it, pushing her back onto the floor, using his momentum to place himself between her bent and parted legs once more. Without hesitation he reached down to position himself, his hand now oddly steady. He pressed forward until he was met with resistance, a constriction, then suddenly remembered that this experience might be painful for Winry if it were her first time.

This was her first time, wasn’t it?

Backing out of the kiss, Ed gasped slightly for breath, “This is your first time--right?” he panted quietly, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke. If this wasn’t her first time, there was a man somewhere in Amestris he’d have to hunt down and kill.

Or in Xing…knowing that damned Ling, anyway.

Just when Ed didn’t think Winry could look any more incredulous, her eyes shot wide with a depth of disbelief he didn’t think anyone could reach; wasn’t he was just full of stupid questions today?

Of course, who in their right mind would ask a woman something like that, especially right at the fateful moment?

‘Me, that’s who.’

He certainly knew how to kill the mood.

“Yes, you idiot,” she panted back, her eyes flashing with anger and frustration, “Just…just…aaahhhrrr!! Edward Elric, you drive me crazy!” Her hand darted down to his buttock to unceremoniously dig her short fingernails into his muscular posterior, burrowing them into the firm flesh without mercy. At the same time, she rocked her hips forward, silently demanding him to take the last, fateful step in order to take them both into full-fledged adulthood.

Ed hesitated, but only for a second. “I’m sorry about this, Win,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He recaptured her mouth in a furious kiss as he drove his hips forward, propelling himself through the minor resistance, breaching it, and sinking into her with surprising ease.

Winry let out a squeak of pain deep in her throat but Ed barely heard it or the moan that erupted from his own. His entire consciousness was occupied with the indescribable sensation of being inside Winry, especially when her internal muscles flexed, constricting her passage on him even more. There was something that felt so elementally right about it, so extraordinarily wonderful that Ed knew what they were doing couldn’t be wrong or indecent. Especially when it only seemed to deepen his feelings toward his mechanic, his best friend, and now his lover.

Then a sharp pain cleared his head and brought him back into the moment, only to realize Winry’s fingernails were the cause as they clawed at the scar-lined skin of his back. Their lips parted with a crackle and Ed gently kissed the corner of her mouth then her cheek close to her ear.

“Sorry,” he whispered as a pang of regret pierced him, cooling his fervency. It pained him to bring Winry any discomfort, no matter how small.

“So’kay,” she replied in a choked whisper. Gradually, her body relaxed beneath him and her fingers loosened to delicately stroke his back, “It only hurt for a second. It wasn’t that bad.”

“You sure?”

“I’m fine. Really. Now shut up and get busy,” her amused reply came, reassuring him and easing his fears. “I want this, too. Remember?”

A mischievous grin crossed Ed’s mouth and he shook his head in disbelief; Winry never ceased to amaze him and right now he found her directness quite intoxicating. His automail hand returned to her thigh, raising it, opening her once more. Lifting himself slightly to rest most of his weight on his left elbow, Ed began to roll his hips slowly, tentatively, carefully moving himself within her, using trial and error make his motion smoother. Gradually, he grew accustomed to the feeling of his cock being engulfed by her wonderfully warm, welcoming interior. This was a feeling so different and exponentially better than his hand that it made him ache to move faster and deeper, but he continued to hold his full length back; he did not want to cause Winry any further discomfort.

Plus there was the undeniable fact he also knew instinctually if he gave into his craving to plunge into her completely, the big finale would come far too soon for him. Somehow, he had to hold out, wait for Winry to catch up. He’d often practiced stalling his pleasure when alone out of the sheer fact it often caused his orgasms to be more intense, but this was the real thing with a very willing and eager partner and this felt so much better than his hand.

He gently nibbled at her jaw, her earlobe, wanting to experience her with all senses possible. Her skin tasted clean, neutral, her breathing was deep and rapid in his ears, and he could feel her heart thundering against her chest. He released her thigh as she folded her legs closer to her body, granting him access without his help, and brought his automail hand up to gently grasp a breast once more, teasing the nipple and squeezing it tenderly, carefully between his metal digits. Winry responded with a sigh of pleasure and he gasped as another thrill raced up his spine.

Ed sighed her name in response. It was so incredibly difficult to hold back, especially when her hands started to stroke his back and a new round of mews and sighs flowed from her throat. He longed to take her without reservation, to fulfill the need building in his groin. He gritted his teeth as he struggled to hold himself back but it became increasingly problematic when Winry began to moan, deep and throaty, into his ear. A few tense seconds later he felt her leg shift and flinched as the heel of her foot dug into his ass.

“Deeper,” her voice was low, needy as her heel urgently prodded at him, “I want more.”

Ed’s control wavered, for just a moment, only to evaporate as Winry’s hands joined in her effort to pull him in, grasping his hips and insistently tugging at him. He relinquished his control, working himself deeper with each successive push until her depths swallowed him in his entirety. Ed gulped back the cry that threatened to escape him and his hand slipped around the outside of her thigh to grasp at it again, tucking her leg under his arm and holding in place. Winry’s quiet cry expressed her approval and she rocked her hips as best as she could, meeting his thrusts with unrestrained enthusiasm.

The pair fell into a even, fluid rhythm and shortly, their world became nothing more than heat and lust as bodies moved against each other in a passionate dance. As the resulting sensations escalated, Ed’s mind went blank and his body kicked into a primitive overdrive, finally answering the hunger, the fire that raged through his blood. The world around them became distant, neither paying any heed to the warm water as it splashed around them, over them; there was only Winry and himself in this wonderful, maddening cocoon, them and the feeling of how her body took his in, in this perfect, amazing way. Everything coalesced down to the sensation of skin on skin, her breath, (which was now coming in deep gasps laced with words of encouragement) and the wonderful friction that brought wave upon wave of delicious stimulation to his senses.

Soon, too soon, he felt the familiar pressure coil in his loins and his movements became fevered, urgent. Now the world compressed itself down to this white-hot moment, of sensation, of passion, of the pounding of his pulse in his ears along with Winry’s pleading moans. Another voice, moaning in time with nearly every pant, joined hers and Ed distantly became aware it was his own. Soon, even the outside world ceased to exist as the building ecstasy became his one and only focus. He tucked his face into the crook of his lover’s neck and nipped at her skin before gritting his teeth against the impending rapture.

He felt the delicious pleasure culminate in the next instant, the world going white as his mind and body exploded with a terrible, beautiful sensation. It claimed him completely, tore him apart yet made him whole at the same time. The orgasm was like no other he’d ever experienced in his relatively short adult life, leaving his senses and soul wiped clean of all thought. A primal groan tore from his throat as his essence flowed from him in scorching spasms, intensifying the release, bringing about a sense of completion.

Then, too soon, it was over and he pressed himself deep into her as his body was caught up in a final shudder.

Ed collapsed atop Winry, completely spent. His body went limp, almost fluid, giving him the impression he just might disappear down the drain along with the water flowing over him. Now all he wanted to do was lie there and succumb to sleep with Winry in his arms, content to savor their close contact.

Then Winry’s plaintive cry, “Ed, no! Please don’t stop! Not yet!” assaulted his ears, breaking through the wall of receding sensation that still rippled through his body like waves lapping at a shore. He felt her hands tensely pull at his hips, encouraging him to keep moving and continue on.

Why would she be so noisy and annoying at a time like this, especially when he just wanted them to bask in the afterglow…oh.

Winry hadn’t reached her pinnacle and despite his best intentions, he hadn’t been able to last.

He’d failed her.

‘Damn it! Now what?'

Then a flash of insight struck him as Ed remembered earlier how Winry had reacted when he’d used his fingers to pleasure her.

Perhaps, just maybe…

Forcing his overtaxed muscles to obey, Ed pulled himself onto his elbows and disengaged from her to shift his hips to the side, allowing his hand to fit between them. He looked down into his lover’s eyes and saw her disappointment change into bliss as he gently moved his fingers over her clit, carefully stimulating her, returning the gift she’d given him. It wasn’t long before her hips began to move against him again and Ed granted her unspoken wish as he slipped his fingers into her to begin a steady, smooth rhythm.

“Yes,” he heard her gasp before her hands clutched at his head and draw him down into another heated kiss. It was brief, fiery, and Ed pulled back as she began to moan once more.

It was then Ed captured Winry’s gaze as she looked back up at him with the emotion he had noticed in passing earlier, her deep blue eyes bright, almost luminous as they held his. In the next instant a peculiar feeling shot through him as he thought he recognized it; adoration. Love. It left him breathless, if only for a second, and he swallowed back the lump in his throat that threatened to choke him.

‘She…she does love me?’

The moment passed and Ed was pulled from his revelation; her arms tensed around his neck and her eyelids lowered as her gaze turned somewhat inward. A slight rosy blush spread across her face and chest then, abruptly her walls tightened on his fingers as her body stiffened. She gasped his name before a cry erupted from her throat, raw, unrestrained and lusty. Ed didn’t let up his stimulation as Winry rode out her orgasm, listening to her sobs of joy, marveling at how her passage contracted and relaxed on his fingers in regular waves. Hopefully, with time, he would learn to better control his passion and experience her orgasm along with her in a more intimate way. But for now, he’d returned the favor.

Shortly, Winry went limp, panting for breath and Ed withdrew his fingers. He relaxed into her embrace when her tense arms pulled him down to rest his head between her breasts and listened as her heartbeat and breathing gradually calmed to a less rushed pace. It was a wonderful, close moment, the new lovers enjoying each other’s contact and body heat, content to remain enclosed in each other’s arms.

…Or at least until Ed noticed something different about the water flowing down over his back.

Breaking from his blissful reverie, he was brought back to harsh reality as he noticed a change in the water’s temperature.

It was rapidly growing cold.

‘What the fuck...?!’

“Arrgh! Dammit!” Ed cursed at the unpleasant sensation of cold water hitting him on the back, piercing his skin like needles before it flowed down his unprotected sides. The greatest insult of all was how it ran down the crack of his ass, where a certain portion of his anatomy took great exception to the chilly intrusion; he could almost feel his testicles attempt a tactical retreat back into his body.

“Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT!!”

Ed lunged to his feet, reaching for the valves and nearly twisting them off in his rage. “Of all the lousy times to run out of hot water,” he muttered under his breath and pushed his wet hair out of his eyes. The young alchemist heaved a frustrated sigh; he had wanted to simply lie next to Winry and enjoy the warm afterglow before dozing off. Now he was wide-awake and shivering from the water’s frigid finish.

A laugh, a giggle really, so quiet he wasn’t sure he’d heard it at first. Then Winry’s mirth bubbled up, seemingly from her very toes, brightening the cold, damp enclosure. Ed spun on her, glaring through the damp strands of his hair as it settled onto his face again. Was she making fun of his predicament? He saw her standing at the far corner of the shower enclosure, arms wrapped about herself; obviously, she had also taken exception to the unpleasantly cold spray and had made her own retreat.

However, the smile on her face was anything but derisive. “At least we didn’t run out of hot water earlier,” she quipped, suggestively waggling her brows at him. She started toward him with deliberate steps, obviously putting on a show for him.

As the young woman approached, Ed forgot all about being cold and wet or whether he was being ridiculed. Renewed warmth spread throughout him as he drank in the sight of the very wet, very naked woman moving toward him. Her arms almost demurely covered her breasts, pressing them upward to create a tempting cleavage, her hips swung smoothly, suggestively as she sashayed, and her long, damp, lemon blonde hair clung to her arms and shoulders, accenting the compressed curvature of her breasts.

The sight of her naked form caused a form of amnesia to overcome Ed, helping him to forget that, 1: he had just been doused with cold water, 2: they had just finished making love only moments ago.

In that moment, Ed had an epiphany, one that caused him to realize that women possessed a certain power, a power even stronger than alchemy that could bring down any man with just a mere twitch of a hip or bat of an eyelash.

…And he felt utterly helpless before it.

'I want her...again. Oh god, how I want to take her and just…'

Winry closed the small distance between them and slipped her arms around his torso, pressing herself into him once more. Ed shuddered at the contact, his body involuntarily responding to the feeling of her soft curves against him. As she tipped her face up, he gathered her close and leaned down slightly (yes, he was finally taller than her, but only by a scant inch and a half) to press his lips to hers in a near-chaste kiss. Another kiss immediately followed, this one more intense, but still not heated.

Maybe, just maybe she might be interested in resuming their activities somewhere else—like in her bedroom.

Or perhaps in his...




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Winry lay her head against Ed’s shoulder and heaved a contented sigh. She felt happy. Grateful. Euphoric. At long last Ed had made love to her and was cradling her in his arms with uncharacteristic gentleness. It hadn’t been as romantic or comfortable of a setting as she would have liked for her first time, but neither could she complain; the emotional barrier between them had been broken through and now they could finally work toward becoming a real couple.

Her mind drifted back over recent events and a faint smile tugged at the corners of her mouth in spite of recalling Ed’s occasional bouts of cluelessness. Really, who asked a girl if she were a virgin and what had possessed him to suggest they engage in sex sans condom?

On the other hand, he had been a careful and considerate lover despite his (and her) lack of experience and it touched her that he had made sure she reached her own fulfillment as well as being concerned about hurting her. A major breakthrough when it came to Ed, given the fact he was usually self-absorbed and not always concerned with another’s well-being. Winry had simply needed to give Ed some…encouragement, gentle nudges in the right direction, which he had acted upon with no small measure of willingness.

So now that they had skipped straight to the intimacy, Winry hoped this was the beginning of a more complete relationship between her and the handsome young alchemist, one that would blossom into something deeper and more connecting.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she sighed, her smile widening into one of pure bliss as she melted further into his embrace, “I’ve cared about you and wanted to be more than just friends for a long time.” Her embrace tightened slightly, emphasizing the true depth of her emotions.

“Me, too,” came Ed’s quiet reply and he bent to kiss her shoulder. His own embrace tightened minutely in response, subtly revealing his own feelings.

Winry’s eyes shot wide; had he just said what she thought he had? Well, she had fairly guessed as much after finding him in the shower, moaning her name while pleasuring himself. She just hadn’t expected him to verbalize it. She eased back far enough to look up at him in wonder “You have?” she asked hopefully.
A deep blush stained the bridge of his nose and his cheeks and he scratched absently at the back of his head as his deep gold eyes shifted to the side, “Uh…yeah. Sure.”

Unbridled joy filled her and Winry felt her eyes well up with emotion. It hadn’t been a direct confession, but for Ed, those three simple words spoke volumes about the emotions he kept under tight wraps. As usual, he had been unable to clearly express himself, which was endearingly very Edward-like. The tears finally slipped down the curve of her cheeks as she surrendered herself to her elation. ‘Why, oh why did I wait so long to do this?’

Ed’s expression changed to one of panic and Winry fought back the urge to laugh at his discomfiture. He never had handled her tears very well.

“W-what’s wrong?! Why are you c-crying?! D-did I do s-something wrong?!” he stammered nervously, his eyes wide with alarm.

“I’m fine, Ed. I’m just very happy, that’s all,” she giggled in response, flattered when his countenance relaxed into a look of contentment.

Ed blushed a deeper shade as the corner of his mouth canted up, “Yeah. Me, too,” came his succinct affirmation.

Left speechless, all Winry could do was smile up at him. Again, he was just being himself; even after all these years he was still oblivious and quick tempered, but she loved him in spite and because of these little quirks. But she also loved his courage, his sense of integrity, as well as his devotion and protectiveness toward those whom he loved.

Yes, he was clueless. Yes, he could be abrasive. However, she knew Edward Elric was a good man and Winry wanted nothing more than to love and be loved by him. And at this very moment, she felt very much loved and cared for in the shelter of his arms.

Gradually, the atmosphere around them became more charged as they continued to smile at one another until their faces inexorably drew close once more. The resulting kiss started slow and gentle but intensified as renewed desire consumed them, sweeping away their common sense. Hands began to search, seeking favored places as they gave themselves over to their base needs yet again.

Then, just as the heat threatened to devour them, Den’s incessant barking from outside the house interrupted the moment, dousing the fire and jarring them back from their self-induced dream world.

They were no longer alone.

The couple jumped back from one another as if scalded. “Granny and Al are back!” Winry whispered harshly, stating the obvious.

“Ya think?!” came Ed’s equally panicked response.

Winry opted out of starting a new argument with Ed over his insolence. Heart racing, she whipped back the shower curtain and reached for her robe, plucking it from atop the old bureau that sat close to the shower enclosure. She hastily pulled it on with an acrobatic movement and tugged at a drawer to yank out a towel, flinging it at the slightly panicked and very naked man still standing in the shower. It caught him neatly in the face, where it clung precariously until he regained enough sense to jerk it away and hastily wrap it around his trim hips. Winry instantly regretted not being able to see all of his magnificent form anymore but sincerely hoped there would be another chance to revel in it again in the very near future.

The young woman quickly tied the sash around her waist and glanced at the door to the hallway. “I’d better get back to my room!” she whispered tensely then turned to leave. She had barely moved a step when a strong, metallic hand grasped her arm, stopped her, spun her around and pulled her back against a wonderfully firm body. She barely had time to gasp before his mouth came down hard and fast, stealing another kiss before Ed let her go. Winry traced a wistful hand over his cheek, then stepped back again as the front door banged shut and she heard a voice call from the front of the house.

“Brother! We’re back!”

“Later,” she mouthed silently to him and grinned as he mirrored her gesture by mouthing back, “Count on it.” The intense heat she saw in those beautiful liquid gold eyes clearly spoke of his intent and Winry felt her knees threaten to go weak.

Pulling herself together, Winry stepped into the hallway, closing the bathroom door as quietly as possible before padding toward her room. Once inside, she closed her door, careful not to let it make a sound.

‘Safe!’ She sagged against the worn wood as the air left her lungs with a relieved sigh.

Now alone, the full import of what had just happened struck Winry full force; she and Ed had just made love. Did this mean they a couple now, girlfriend and boyfriend? How would they act around one another when with family members? Would Ed brag about it to his brother and friends? No, Ed was too private a person to do something such as that.

Yet, regardless of the complications that could potentially crop up from this recent development, Winry couldn’t contain her growing elation.

‘I just made love with Ed!’

She threw herself onto her bed with a subdued, gleeful laugh and landed with a bounce. It looked as if she didn’t have to solely rely on torrid fantasies and her own touch anymore; Ed would be there to take care of those details from now on.

‘Yeah, Ed…and me…’ Warmth spread throughout her body as a new round of erotic daydreams flooded her imagination, these now based in reality.

Then Al’s voice, slightly muffled by the barrier of wood and plaster, pulled her from the fresh bout of fantasies she had begun to entertain herself with.

“Brother, are you still taking your shower?”

Winry couldn’t hear Ed’s response, but Al’s voice came back, “Okay! Is Winry up, yet?” Another pause, then, “Granny will have lunch ready in about ten minutes. I’ll go knock on her door and see if she’s awake!”

Her comfortable feeling of elation was quickly replaced with panic; Al would be knocking at her door! Winry jumped to her feet and practically danced in place.

‘Al will know, he always seems to know what his brother has been up to! What if he suspects what we just did? What if he sees me only in my bathrobe? I never wear my bathrobe—duh, I don’t need to answer the door, idot!’ Willing herself to relax, the young woman took in a few deep breaths to calm herself and waited for the tap at her door. She still nearly jumped out of her skin when it finally came.

“Winry?” Al inquired.

“Yes, Al?” Her voice cracked and she cleared her throat nervously.

“Just checking to see if you’re up. Come down to lunch when you’re ready.”

“Th-thanks!” Winry called back and held her breath as she heard the footsteps retreat back toward the bathroom. Now all she had to do was figure out a way to dry her hair before she went downstairs, or Al would certainly pick up on that small detail. She silently fretted, nervously chewing on a short fingernail; Al had a gift for details, using the tiny clues to arrive at a conclusion, especially when it involved Ed.

Then her worst fears were realized as she heard the voices of the brothers carry from the hallway. She tip-toed to the door and pressed her ear against it.

“Hey, brother?”

“Yeah?” Ed sounded…apprehensive.

“What’s that mark? There on your neck?”

A short pause, then Ed responded with a sharp, “Nuthin’! It’s just a bruise!”

The mirth in Al’s voice was self-evident even through the wood of the door, “How did you get a bruise there,” the younger brother taunted with a playful drawl.

The bruise…

Specifically, the hickies she and Ed had given one another. Winry lifted a hand to the spot high on her neck where Ed had vigorously suckled during their tryst in the shower. She felt her face grow warm.

‘Oh dear gods in the heavens, I forgot all about…the hickies! He’ll know for sure once I go downstairs to lunch and sees the one Ed gave me!’

Al wasn’t quite finished tormenting his older brother just yet, “Hey, why is there water on the floor between the bathroom and Winry’s room?”

“Shut up!” She heard Ed’s bedroom door clap shut then a quiet chuckle from Al.

“It’s about time, brother,” Al said, his voice raised slightly in order to be heard through his brother’s door, “I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to get around to letting Winry know how you feel about her. Although I thought you’d try something simple like a kiss, first.” Ed’s muffled curse followed and Winry could only imagine what his reply to his little brother was, although she was quite certain it had something to do with Al doing something biologically impossible to himself.

“Really, brother,” Al admonished, the jovial tone still audible in his voice, “Don’t get mad at me for pointing out the obvious.” Another muffled threat from Ed, then Al’s retort, “Shame on you, Edward. Did you kiss Winry with that mouth?” There was no mistaking Ed’s answering roar of frustration. Then Winry heard Al’s faint snicker and a quiet “Maybe that will teach you to not pick on me about my girlfriends.” His footsteps then retreated down the hallway and jogged down the stairs.

Willing her heart to calm, Winry heaved a sigh. She knew Al wouldn’t say anything to Granny, but the astute old woman would come to the same conclusion once she saw them together—wait, didn’t Al just say to Ed, ‘It’s about time, that he was wondering when Ed would get around to letting her know how he felt…about her..?’

‘That—that rat! All this time he felt the same and wouldn’t even kiss me until I confronted him?!” Then Winry composed her thoughts, ‘Of course he wouldn’t. He’s just being…Ed.’ At least the truth of the matter was, Ed felt the same about her as she did about him and this thought soothed her ire.

Her memory returned to the implied promise made between them before they had parted. Ed had made it clear with that smoldering look that he had every intention of carrying out his unspoken vow as soon as possible. Winry shuddered at the thought of his kisses, his touch and her body positively hummed in anticipation, pushing aside any fear of her grandmother’s wrath; tonight, somehow, somewhere, she would make sure they found the opportunity to explore their newfound adulthood again.

Oh, yes, it would definitely be tonight…she was certain of it.


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Posted 7-24-2009