Under Cover of Darkness

Warnings: crappy smut

Pairings: Ed/Win

Rated: NC-17 I guess

Author’s note: Less than happy with it. It’s crappy. I’m just not in to Ed/Winry. Sorry, but I tried. As always, criticism welcome.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Not even the idea.

For Quadrius before he pops a vein, and to prove that fangirls (of which I am one) most certainly can write het too. It’s just not my personal fav. for FMA. There will be no more. This wll not be posted anywhere else. I already have three stories in the works, and have no need for anything else on my plate. This was only written for the challenge.

p.s. Love to Heavy Metal Alchemist for not only being a great author, but also a smart person! Loved your review to that challenge thingie!!

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Edward carefully peeked out into the hall. It was empty. He darted out through the doorway and into the room across the open expanse, not breathing until the door snicked closed behind him.

“Winry?” He called out.

There was a rustle of sheets before the girl answered. “Edward? What are you doing here?”

“I was hoping…”

Winry sighed. “Ed, you know that we shouldn’t with Al in the house.”

The boy grinned. “We’ll be quiet.”

He swiftly crossed the room, shedding clothes as he went. Winry’s breath caught at the sight of Edward’s body haloed by the moonlight that filtered through the curtains. He was compact (Winry daren’t even think the word small), his muscles firmly defined. Scars littered his skin, adding their own kind of harsh beauty. She couldn’t stop the moan that rose in her throat when his firm lips crushed her own.

Edward pulled back slightly. “Ssshhhh… don’t wake up Al.”

Winry nodded frantically and reached up to pull Ed down to her. She choked back a whimper when his hands traced over her breasts and down her sides in a butterfly caress. She arched sharply into him as those lips feathered down her throat and across her chest before pulling an aching nipple into the scalding heat of his mouth.

Warmth pooled in her belly and wetness trickled onto her thighs. Edward laughed breathlessly when he allowed his hand to drift further down her belly to fondle the damp folds. “In a hurry tonight, Winry?”

The girl didn’t know whether to be amused or offended. “It has been a while since you came to me, Ed.”

The boy laughed again. “Then let’s make up for that, shall we?”

Edward lifted himself to rest fully on top of her, and slid deeply into her tight heat. He hissed in pleasure. His buttocks clenched as he pulled back, causing Winry to whimper. Ed clamped a hand firmly over her mouth before driving powerfully back in to her. Winry screamed in pained pleasure, the fingers over her mouth dampening the sound. Ed growled slightly and set a steady rhythm of advance and retreat, each movement wrenching a sound from the girl under him. He would have liked to roll with her, to set her atop him and watch her pound herself to orgasm, using him as nothing more than the tool of her pleasure, but he wasn’t sure if he could keep a good hold over her lips if he did. His little brother didn’t really need to know what Edward did in his free time after all.

Minutes passed, ecstasy all that mattered to the two writhing together on the bed. Winry tossed her head against the pillows, and Edward, close to climax, ground down into her, rotating his hips. Winry shattered.

Ed gritted his teeth in bliss. Winry’s muscles clenched down on his length and Ed gave up control, pounding hard into the pliant body under him, and grabbing on to her shoulders for greater leverage.

It didn’t take long for him to lose it. His teeth clenched to hold back a howl of satisfaction and his muscles locked as he poured his seed into her. He collapsed heavily onto Winry, who smiled softly and wound her arms around his shoulders. In any case, what girl wouldn’t be deliriously happy to have what she did; the best of both worlds, gentle and fierce, and two gloriously sexy men to fuck her whenever she wanted it?

In a room across the hall, Alphonse smiled in the darkness. After all, when his brother left tomorrow, it would be his turn again.