Fic - Walking after Midnight
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cornerofmadnessTitle- Walking After Midnight
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cornerofmadness
Disclaimer- the cow owns all
Rating- NC-17
Pairing- Hohenheim/Pinako
Timeline/Spoilers - none really, set in the mangaverse and set in the 1860's when Pinako was young
Summary- If she thinks he's dull and stuffy, Pinako has a lot to learn
Warnings- none really
Word count- 2,906
Author's Note - written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fma_fuh_q's Hohenheim month. I'm not exactly sure where Pinako is doing her apprenticeship but it's somewhere with trees so…not Rush Valley (since I'm not sure it was an automail mecca until the Ishbalan war). Also, wasn't sure if Pinako ever married. I thought about it and decided it could really go either way but I decided that Rockbell was her married name. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta.
X X X
Pinako contorted her arms to untie the knots of her surgical gown, letting the hot fabric slide off her shoulders. The cotton balled up at the wrist cuffs where they tucked into her surgical gloves, keeping even more heat in and blood out. Her fingers pinched the rubber of the glove of the opposing hand, pulling so the gloves came off inside out. That way she didn’t touch blood. The gloves went into the trash and the gown into the bin on her way out of the operating room.
Once she was away from the sterile area, Pinako plucked off her cap, shaking out her sweat-dampened blond hair. Her whole body ached miserably. It had been a long stump revision surgery. Tractors made a mess of anything that got caught up in their blades. They had to stage Mr. Creasy’s surgery. Currently, the stump was too swollen to place the docking port, but now, the stump was ready for the next surgery. That’s when they would place the port.
She headed into the break room. Dominic was already there, munching on peanut butter and crackers, a half empty juice glass in front of him. Pinako flopped down at the table, yanking the jar of peanut butter closer to her. Dominic poured her some juice. She didn’t speak until half the glass was gone and she had consumed a couple crackers. Surgery could really take it out of her.
“That was a bitch,” she said, slathering a cracker with a thick layer of peanut butter.
”It was really a nasty mess.” Dominic stretched until his shoulders popped. “Was that cow shit on the stump?”
Stifling a yawn, Pinako nodded. “I need a smoke.”
”Don’t have time before Mrs. Bauer’s replacement. This is the third time she’s wrecked her port. Ever wonder what she does to the thing?” Dominic poured himself more juice.
Pinako’s stretch ended in a shudder. “I’m afraid to know.”
“Are we still on for poker and drinks tonight? Provided we don’t drop over from exhaustion. This apprenticeship is fit to kill me.”
“Oh, I’ll be there. I invited Hohenheim.”
“Why? That scholar is such a stuffed shirt,” Dominic huffed, getting to his feet.
“He can be fun. You just have to get him going.” Pinako got up too.
”I really don’t want to,” he replied.
“I do.” Pinako patted Dominic’s rump and he jumped, giving her a suspicious look. Ever since she had taken him for a ride, he was skittish. Maybe she broke him just a little too much. Who knew the man would be that fragile? “Come on, surgery awaits. Think old man Bell will let us solo any time soon?”
”He’s a control freak, so, no.” Dominic smiled. “Maybe you should turn your feminine wiles on him, Pinako.”
She snorted. “He’d die of a heart attack.”
“He probably would.”
Pinako pushed thoughts of frightening old men aside as she returned to the scrub sink. Still, the idea of getting Hohenheim to loosen up a little stuck with her through the long hand washing.
X X X
When he first met Pinako Hereth, Hohenheim had two thoughts; that it had been a long time since he’d met a woman as intriguing as her and that he had absolutely no idea why she always flirted with him. Most women took one look at him, smiled, took a deeper look, then, as if they sensed something, moved on past him like he wasn’t there. For some reason, Pinako kept insisting he get out of the libraries and whatever other ‘boring’ places he frequented and come with her to have some fun.
He ran into her, quite literally, at Bratton’s Beefy Bounty one night when he was dying to taste a nice rare steak. While he could cook – at his age was there anything new left to try unless it was one of the technological advances that always seemed to be popping up – Hohenheim admitted he hated cooking for one. So many lifetimes of work had left him very rich, enough that he could eat out every night. For a moment, he thought he had knocked a demur, beautiful little girl into Bratton’s sawdust covered floor, then Pinako had popped up with a string of colorful invectives and slapped a nicked and callused hand to his chest, telling him to clean his glasses off and watch where in the hell he was going.
He had invited her to dinner with him, his treat, to repay her for his misstep. He’d never seen a little woman – since on second glance she was definitely no girl – put away so much food and beer. He could barely keep up. Pinako adopted him, bringing him into her circle of friends even if he wasn’t a particularly good fit for them. Two weeks after that fateful meeting, she admitted that she'd taken him for all he was willing to give her. She had only been going in for a fried cube steak, since that’s all she could afford on her apprentice stipend.
Pinako intrigued him, more than a woman should. Hohenheim knew he shouldn’t give in to his urges. People eventually got hurt because he couldn’t commit, couldn’t stay in one place being the dutiful husband. He was a freak and sooner or later whichever friends he made, lovers he took, would realize he didn’t age. He just wasn’t the love them and leave them sort of guy. He had more respect than that. It would be easier if he had no conscience but that had never been his nature. He couldn’t just use people up and move on.
Take tonight for example. He probably should have just said no to her invite to play cards with her mechanic friends. More friends were just going to complicate matters but Hohenheim was a social creature and he enjoyed learning. These mechanics talked about their trade a lot. Oh, he would probably never become a mechanic, but life without learning was a boring one.
Besides, he wasn't sure he could say no to Pinako. She was one of those force of nature types. When he got right down to it, she was just too damn interesting to let slip away. Therefore, he arrived at Mr. Bell's automail shop with wine bottle in hand. It was a good vintage but not too expensive. They would only mock him if it were. They already sensed he wasn't really one of them.
Dominic answered the door. Hohenheim wasn't entirely sure what relationship the man had with Pinako. He thought they might be lovers but lately the man was acting skittish around the blonde. Dominic smiled, waving him in. Hohenheim could smell that the party had already started. Dominic smelled slightly sour, yeasty-like beer. Pipe smoke filled the shop. If there was one habit he'd want Pinako to break, smoking would be it.
"We can deal you in next hand," Dominic said, beckoning Hohenheim to follow him. "We got started a little early."
"That's fine." Hohenheim didn't really mind if they didn't ever deal him in. None of them were particularly good card players, though Pinako had promise. The problem was he was supposed to be the bumbling oaf. He survived so long unhunted for being the freak he was because he always moved on and he never stood out. He had decades, no centuries, of card playing skills. Pretending he didn't was hard.
Mr. Bell, the automail mechanic master, his face half obscured by his facial hair, sat beside Pinako. Hohenheim didn't know how she managed to make mechanic overalls look alluring. As he crossed the room, Hohenheim couldn't help watching how her lips pursed around the stem of her pipe, her cheeks subtly hollowing as she invited the smoke into her mouth. It was a dangerous thing to watch, especially when her blue eyes sparked and Hohenheim knew she had caught him at it. Pinako took a particularly long drag on the pipe after that.
"I see you came prepared." She flicked a hand toward his wine bottle.
"Dealing with this crew, a man has to be prepared."
She flashed a predatory smile. "You have no idea."
X X X
"I'm not so drunk that you have to walk me home, Hohenheim," Pinako hung onto his hand, swinging their arms.
"It's very late and it wouldn't be gentlemanly to allow you to walk home by yourself." Hohenheim felt rather lightheaded himself. He'd drunk considerably more wine than intended, though his unnatural body metabolized it quickly. "Besides, I'm the only man left standing."
She snickered. "True. You drank them right under the table."
"I think they did all that damage to themselves. They were half drunk before I even got there."
"True." She pulled him down a wooded lane. Bell couldn't have a female apprentice living in his shop. He had found her a cottage not tremendously far from the shop, but they had to cut down a very lonely road to get to it. Mrs. Dillon, the landlady, would never even notice Pinako coming home, or failing to do so. The old woman had terrible eyesight and was deaf in one ear and couldn't hear much out of the other. Pinako never seemed to think much of it. Hohenheim worried about her on such a lonely dark road by herself every night.
Pinako yanked him off the path into a copse of oaks that lined the road.
"Is something wrong? Are you going to be sick?" he wondered if she was going to get sick from drinking so much.
"Just didn't want to be seen."
"I don't follow."
Pinako wrapped her arms around him, her cheek skimming over his furry cheek before her lips clamped over his. The tip of her tongued flicked over his lips when the tobacco and wine flavored kiss ended. "Now do you follow?"
"Pinako…"
"Don't tell me I'm drunk. I know exactly what I'm doing and I want to do it."
"Oh," he said in a small voice. Blood was already heading south at the thought of what she was offering. "I'm not protesting."
"Good." Pinako wrapped around him, her arms stronger than he anticipated. One leg hooked over his and Hohenheim steadied himself with a hand against a tree. Pinako caught hold of his ponytail, whirling it around her arm to control him. She guided his head down so she could kiss him again, hot and demanding. Hohenheim let rationale thought flitter away. It had been too long and he was a man, no matter what, with a man's needs.
The way her hips kept brushing his drove him nearly mad. He wouldn't be able to walk her home at this rate. "We need to stop," he rasped. "We're in the middle of the woods. I'm not going to be able to get you home."
"Not a problem." She pressed him back against a broad oak. Her strong hand cupped his erection, squeezing. "This is promising."
"Pinako, what are you doing? We're in public!"
"You really are a stuffed shirt." She laughed, undoing his zipper.
"I'm more worried about poison oak and ants," Hohenheim protested, his hips flexing, driving himself into her hand.
"You'll be fine. I walk this path twice a day. Think I'd be kneeling in it if there were any around?" To prove her point, Pinako dropped to her knees then grabbed his pants. She yanked them down a little before pushing him back firmly against the tree. Bark bit into his bare butt. "Mmm, very nice."
Hohenheim didn't know exactly what to say that wouldn't sound utterly boastful. As Pinako all but inhaled him, he settled with a pleased gasp. Her mouth and fingers worked his rampant flesh expertly. Her tongue swirled over the tip of his cock, robbing him of reason. Hohenheim braced his feet on the oak's roots, his head dropping back against the tree. He buried his hand in Pinako's hair, massaging her scalp as she slid him deeper into her mouth than he would have thought possible.
"You're going to make me come too fast," he panted.
She let him slide free. He could see her smiling in the moonlight. "That's the whole idea. You wanted to be able to walk me home."
Pinako turned her attention back to his cock. As she sucked greedily at him, her fingers toyed with his balls. Hohenheim tried to pull away a little, never sure if his lovers would want him to come in their mouths. Pinako allowed for no escape. Hohenheim bit back an ecstatic cry as he came. He didn't want to alert any late night travelers to their presence.
Pinako stood up and yanked his pants up. "Can you walk now?"
"In a moment." He chuckled. "And then it'll be your turn."
"Now that's what I've been hoping to hear."
Hohenheim stumbled after the eager young woman as she hauled him toward her cottage, his pants still undone. He had to hold the top closed with one hand as they went. Pinako flung open the door, shoving him inside before locking it behind them. She flicked on one light.
Pinako put her hands on her hips, eyeing him. "Let's see what you've got."
Smirking, Hohenheim let go of his pants. A simple shake of the hips send them sliding down. He kicked off his shoes so the pants could be stepped out of. He grabbed Pinako, pulling her to him. As she sent his underpants down the same path as his trousers, he tried to get her out of her overalls and shirt. He wasn't surprised to see she had a plain sensible bra on under it all. Who wanted to wear itchy lace while working? He thumbed her nipples through the fabric, feeling them rise up to meet his digit.
He bent down to suck at her collarbone as he got her bra off with practiced ease. His lips traveled to her rose nipples as he rubbed her through her clothing. Pinako reached up, undoing his ponytail, trailing the ends of his hair along her chin. Her breath rasped in his ear as he sucked and kissed her hot flesh then she stepped back out of his reach.
She undid the zipper to her pants, shimmying out of them. "Socks off. You look silly." Pinako grinned.
He snorted at her, but obediently took them off and his shirt as well. He caught Pinako by the waist, hoisting her up. Hohenheim savored her tobacco and wine kisses again then went back to lavishing attention on her full breasts. His hands cupped her buttocks before one hand slid around to explore her warm folds. He slipped a finger into her, teasing her wet core, pulsing in and out until Pinako moaned softly.
Hohenheim lifted her higher. Pinako squealed, startled as his large hands cradled her in a way that her legs went over his shoulders. Steadying her against the wall, Hohenheim kissed the inner skin of her thigh, soft, moonstone white and alluring. Realizing what he was up to, Pinako locked her legs behind his neck. She folded over his head as his tongue danced over her clit before pressing inside of her, a salty, bready taste greeting him. Her warmth, her scent made him harden again.
As his tongue probed her, Pinako's thighs gripped him. "God, damn, more," she demanded. "Damn, Hohenheim." She continued praising and cursing his name, finally stumbling over its syllables as her body tensed then shuddered against him, leaving his lips and beard damp with her juices.
Hohenheim carried her into her bedroom, putting her gently on the bed. Pinako flailed one arm toward her nightstand. "The condoms are in there."
He rooted around until he found the tin, while Pinako pressed against his back, her hand finding his erection. Hohenheim pulled the condom on then twisted in her arms. Pinning her back against the bed, he kissed her hungrily. Hooking one of her legs up over his hip, he thrust into her. His finger found her clit and the top of his own shaft as he moved in and out of her. She came again almost as soon as he touched that small pearl of flesh.
Bodies slick with sweat, they moved in rhythm with each other. Making a sound not too unlike a growl, Hohenheim changed positions, getting his feet on the floor. With Pinako draped half off the bed, he could thrust in deeply, his groans a counterpoint to hers. Pinako slipped free of him before he could reach his climax. Putting her back to the wall, she beckoned him closer.
He lifted her up against the wall, thrusting deep to his root into her. Legs locked around him, Pinako rode him hard. This time he didn’t even try to keep in his bellow as he came. When he was sure his legs could still hold him, Hohenheim pulled her closer then let her back down on the bed. He tumbled in after her. They cuddled up, lost behind a field of sweat-dampened, long blond hair.
When he could speak, Hohenheim summoned up a weary grin. "So, am I a stuffed shirt?"
She laughed. "I had no idea you knew how to do all that."
"I've been around a while," he said. How long he'd been around, would remain his secret but he hadn't gotten this old without learning a whole lot about sex.
"I'll keep that in mind for the next time." She kissed his sweaty shoulder.
He folded her up in his arms. "I like the sound of that."
Author -
cornerofmadnessDisclaimer- the cow owns all
Rating- NC-17
Pairing- Hohenheim/Pinako
Timeline/Spoilers - none really, set in the mangaverse and set in the 1860's when Pinako was young
Summary- If she thinks he's dull and stuffy, Pinako has a lot to learn
Warnings- none really
Word count- 2,906
Author's Note - written for
fma_fuh_q's Hohenheim month. I'm not exactly sure where Pinako is doing her apprenticeship but it's somewhere with trees so…not Rush Valley (since I'm not sure it was an automail mecca until the Ishbalan war). Also, wasn't sure if Pinako ever married. I thought about it and decided it could really go either way but I decided that Rockbell was her married name. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta.X X X
Pinako contorted her arms to untie the knots of her surgical gown, letting the hot fabric slide off her shoulders. The cotton balled up at the wrist cuffs where they tucked into her surgical gloves, keeping even more heat in and blood out. Her fingers pinched the rubber of the glove of the opposing hand, pulling so the gloves came off inside out. That way she didn’t touch blood. The gloves went into the trash and the gown into the bin on her way out of the operating room.
Once she was away from the sterile area, Pinako plucked off her cap, shaking out her sweat-dampened blond hair. Her whole body ached miserably. It had been a long stump revision surgery. Tractors made a mess of anything that got caught up in their blades. They had to stage Mr. Creasy’s surgery. Currently, the stump was too swollen to place the docking port, but now, the stump was ready for the next surgery. That’s when they would place the port.
She headed into the break room. Dominic was already there, munching on peanut butter and crackers, a half empty juice glass in front of him. Pinako flopped down at the table, yanking the jar of peanut butter closer to her. Dominic poured her some juice. She didn’t speak until half the glass was gone and she had consumed a couple crackers. Surgery could really take it out of her.
“That was a bitch,” she said, slathering a cracker with a thick layer of peanut butter.
”It was really a nasty mess.” Dominic stretched until his shoulders popped. “Was that cow shit on the stump?”
Stifling a yawn, Pinako nodded. “I need a smoke.”
”Don’t have time before Mrs. Bauer’s replacement. This is the third time she’s wrecked her port. Ever wonder what she does to the thing?” Dominic poured himself more juice.
Pinako’s stretch ended in a shudder. “I’m afraid to know.”
“Are we still on for poker and drinks tonight? Provided we don’t drop over from exhaustion. This apprenticeship is fit to kill me.”
“Oh, I’ll be there. I invited Hohenheim.”
“Why? That scholar is such a stuffed shirt,” Dominic huffed, getting to his feet.
“He can be fun. You just have to get him going.” Pinako got up too.
”I really don’t want to,” he replied.
“I do.” Pinako patted Dominic’s rump and he jumped, giving her a suspicious look. Ever since she had taken him for a ride, he was skittish. Maybe she broke him just a little too much. Who knew the man would be that fragile? “Come on, surgery awaits. Think old man Bell will let us solo any time soon?”
”He’s a control freak, so, no.” Dominic smiled. “Maybe you should turn your feminine wiles on him, Pinako.”
She snorted. “He’d die of a heart attack.”
“He probably would.”
Pinako pushed thoughts of frightening old men aside as she returned to the scrub sink. Still, the idea of getting Hohenheim to loosen up a little stuck with her through the long hand washing.
X X X
When he first met Pinako Hereth, Hohenheim had two thoughts; that it had been a long time since he’d met a woman as intriguing as her and that he had absolutely no idea why she always flirted with him. Most women took one look at him, smiled, took a deeper look, then, as if they sensed something, moved on past him like he wasn’t there. For some reason, Pinako kept insisting he get out of the libraries and whatever other ‘boring’ places he frequented and come with her to have some fun.
He ran into her, quite literally, at Bratton’s Beefy Bounty one night when he was dying to taste a nice rare steak. While he could cook – at his age was there anything new left to try unless it was one of the technological advances that always seemed to be popping up – Hohenheim admitted he hated cooking for one. So many lifetimes of work had left him very rich, enough that he could eat out every night. For a moment, he thought he had knocked a demur, beautiful little girl into Bratton’s sawdust covered floor, then Pinako had popped up with a string of colorful invectives and slapped a nicked and callused hand to his chest, telling him to clean his glasses off and watch where in the hell he was going.
He had invited her to dinner with him, his treat, to repay her for his misstep. He’d never seen a little woman – since on second glance she was definitely no girl – put away so much food and beer. He could barely keep up. Pinako adopted him, bringing him into her circle of friends even if he wasn’t a particularly good fit for them. Two weeks after that fateful meeting, she admitted that she'd taken him for all he was willing to give her. She had only been going in for a fried cube steak, since that’s all she could afford on her apprentice stipend.
Pinako intrigued him, more than a woman should. Hohenheim knew he shouldn’t give in to his urges. People eventually got hurt because he couldn’t commit, couldn’t stay in one place being the dutiful husband. He was a freak and sooner or later whichever friends he made, lovers he took, would realize he didn’t age. He just wasn’t the love them and leave them sort of guy. He had more respect than that. It would be easier if he had no conscience but that had never been his nature. He couldn’t just use people up and move on.
Take tonight for example. He probably should have just said no to her invite to play cards with her mechanic friends. More friends were just going to complicate matters but Hohenheim was a social creature and he enjoyed learning. These mechanics talked about their trade a lot. Oh, he would probably never become a mechanic, but life without learning was a boring one.
Besides, he wasn't sure he could say no to Pinako. She was one of those force of nature types. When he got right down to it, she was just too damn interesting to let slip away. Therefore, he arrived at Mr. Bell's automail shop with wine bottle in hand. It was a good vintage but not too expensive. They would only mock him if it were. They already sensed he wasn't really one of them.
Dominic answered the door. Hohenheim wasn't entirely sure what relationship the man had with Pinako. He thought they might be lovers but lately the man was acting skittish around the blonde. Dominic smiled, waving him in. Hohenheim could smell that the party had already started. Dominic smelled slightly sour, yeasty-like beer. Pipe smoke filled the shop. If there was one habit he'd want Pinako to break, smoking would be it.
"We can deal you in next hand," Dominic said, beckoning Hohenheim to follow him. "We got started a little early."
"That's fine." Hohenheim didn't really mind if they didn't ever deal him in. None of them were particularly good card players, though Pinako had promise. The problem was he was supposed to be the bumbling oaf. He survived so long unhunted for being the freak he was because he always moved on and he never stood out. He had decades, no centuries, of card playing skills. Pretending he didn't was hard.
Mr. Bell, the automail mechanic master, his face half obscured by his facial hair, sat beside Pinako. Hohenheim didn't know how she managed to make mechanic overalls look alluring. As he crossed the room, Hohenheim couldn't help watching how her lips pursed around the stem of her pipe, her cheeks subtly hollowing as she invited the smoke into her mouth. It was a dangerous thing to watch, especially when her blue eyes sparked and Hohenheim knew she had caught him at it. Pinako took a particularly long drag on the pipe after that.
"I see you came prepared." She flicked a hand toward his wine bottle.
"Dealing with this crew, a man has to be prepared."
She flashed a predatory smile. "You have no idea."
X X X
"I'm not so drunk that you have to walk me home, Hohenheim," Pinako hung onto his hand, swinging their arms.
"It's very late and it wouldn't be gentlemanly to allow you to walk home by yourself." Hohenheim felt rather lightheaded himself. He'd drunk considerably more wine than intended, though his unnatural body metabolized it quickly. "Besides, I'm the only man left standing."
She snickered. "True. You drank them right under the table."
"I think they did all that damage to themselves. They were half drunk before I even got there."
"True." She pulled him down a wooded lane. Bell couldn't have a female apprentice living in his shop. He had found her a cottage not tremendously far from the shop, but they had to cut down a very lonely road to get to it. Mrs. Dillon, the landlady, would never even notice Pinako coming home, or failing to do so. The old woman had terrible eyesight and was deaf in one ear and couldn't hear much out of the other. Pinako never seemed to think much of it. Hohenheim worried about her on such a lonely dark road by herself every night.
Pinako yanked him off the path into a copse of oaks that lined the road.
"Is something wrong? Are you going to be sick?" he wondered if she was going to get sick from drinking so much.
"Just didn't want to be seen."
"I don't follow."
Pinako wrapped her arms around him, her cheek skimming over his furry cheek before her lips clamped over his. The tip of her tongued flicked over his lips when the tobacco and wine flavored kiss ended. "Now do you follow?"
"Pinako…"
"Don't tell me I'm drunk. I know exactly what I'm doing and I want to do it."
"Oh," he said in a small voice. Blood was already heading south at the thought of what she was offering. "I'm not protesting."
"Good." Pinako wrapped around him, her arms stronger than he anticipated. One leg hooked over his and Hohenheim steadied himself with a hand against a tree. Pinako caught hold of his ponytail, whirling it around her arm to control him. She guided his head down so she could kiss him again, hot and demanding. Hohenheim let rationale thought flitter away. It had been too long and he was a man, no matter what, with a man's needs.
The way her hips kept brushing his drove him nearly mad. He wouldn't be able to walk her home at this rate. "We need to stop," he rasped. "We're in the middle of the woods. I'm not going to be able to get you home."
"Not a problem." She pressed him back against a broad oak. Her strong hand cupped his erection, squeezing. "This is promising."
"Pinako, what are you doing? We're in public!"
"You really are a stuffed shirt." She laughed, undoing his zipper.
"I'm more worried about poison oak and ants," Hohenheim protested, his hips flexing, driving himself into her hand.
"You'll be fine. I walk this path twice a day. Think I'd be kneeling in it if there were any around?" To prove her point, Pinako dropped to her knees then grabbed his pants. She yanked them down a little before pushing him back firmly against the tree. Bark bit into his bare butt. "Mmm, very nice."
Hohenheim didn't know exactly what to say that wouldn't sound utterly boastful. As Pinako all but inhaled him, he settled with a pleased gasp. Her mouth and fingers worked his rampant flesh expertly. Her tongue swirled over the tip of his cock, robbing him of reason. Hohenheim braced his feet on the oak's roots, his head dropping back against the tree. He buried his hand in Pinako's hair, massaging her scalp as she slid him deeper into her mouth than he would have thought possible.
"You're going to make me come too fast," he panted.
She let him slide free. He could see her smiling in the moonlight. "That's the whole idea. You wanted to be able to walk me home."
Pinako turned her attention back to his cock. As she sucked greedily at him, her fingers toyed with his balls. Hohenheim tried to pull away a little, never sure if his lovers would want him to come in their mouths. Pinako allowed for no escape. Hohenheim bit back an ecstatic cry as he came. He didn't want to alert any late night travelers to their presence.
Pinako stood up and yanked his pants up. "Can you walk now?"
"In a moment." He chuckled. "And then it'll be your turn."
"Now that's what I've been hoping to hear."
Hohenheim stumbled after the eager young woman as she hauled him toward her cottage, his pants still undone. He had to hold the top closed with one hand as they went. Pinako flung open the door, shoving him inside before locking it behind them. She flicked on one light.
Pinako put her hands on her hips, eyeing him. "Let's see what you've got."
Smirking, Hohenheim let go of his pants. A simple shake of the hips send them sliding down. He kicked off his shoes so the pants could be stepped out of. He grabbed Pinako, pulling her to him. As she sent his underpants down the same path as his trousers, he tried to get her out of her overalls and shirt. He wasn't surprised to see she had a plain sensible bra on under it all. Who wanted to wear itchy lace while working? He thumbed her nipples through the fabric, feeling them rise up to meet his digit.
He bent down to suck at her collarbone as he got her bra off with practiced ease. His lips traveled to her rose nipples as he rubbed her through her clothing. Pinako reached up, undoing his ponytail, trailing the ends of his hair along her chin. Her breath rasped in his ear as he sucked and kissed her hot flesh then she stepped back out of his reach.
She undid the zipper to her pants, shimmying out of them. "Socks off. You look silly." Pinako grinned.
He snorted at her, but obediently took them off and his shirt as well. He caught Pinako by the waist, hoisting her up. Hohenheim savored her tobacco and wine kisses again then went back to lavishing attention on her full breasts. His hands cupped her buttocks before one hand slid around to explore her warm folds. He slipped a finger into her, teasing her wet core, pulsing in and out until Pinako moaned softly.
Hohenheim lifted her higher. Pinako squealed, startled as his large hands cradled her in a way that her legs went over his shoulders. Steadying her against the wall, Hohenheim kissed the inner skin of her thigh, soft, moonstone white and alluring. Realizing what he was up to, Pinako locked her legs behind his neck. She folded over his head as his tongue danced over her clit before pressing inside of her, a salty, bready taste greeting him. Her warmth, her scent made him harden again.
As his tongue probed her, Pinako's thighs gripped him. "God, damn, more," she demanded. "Damn, Hohenheim." She continued praising and cursing his name, finally stumbling over its syllables as her body tensed then shuddered against him, leaving his lips and beard damp with her juices.
Hohenheim carried her into her bedroom, putting her gently on the bed. Pinako flailed one arm toward her nightstand. "The condoms are in there."
He rooted around until he found the tin, while Pinako pressed against his back, her hand finding his erection. Hohenheim pulled the condom on then twisted in her arms. Pinning her back against the bed, he kissed her hungrily. Hooking one of her legs up over his hip, he thrust into her. His finger found her clit and the top of his own shaft as he moved in and out of her. She came again almost as soon as he touched that small pearl of flesh.
Bodies slick with sweat, they moved in rhythm with each other. Making a sound not too unlike a growl, Hohenheim changed positions, getting his feet on the floor. With Pinako draped half off the bed, he could thrust in deeply, his groans a counterpoint to hers. Pinako slipped free of him before he could reach his climax. Putting her back to the wall, she beckoned him closer.
He lifted her up against the wall, thrusting deep to his root into her. Legs locked around him, Pinako rode him hard. This time he didn’t even try to keep in his bellow as he came. When he was sure his legs could still hold him, Hohenheim pulled her closer then let her back down on the bed. He tumbled in after her. They cuddled up, lost behind a field of sweat-dampened, long blond hair.
When he could speak, Hohenheim summoned up a weary grin. "So, am I a stuffed shirt?"
She laughed. "I had no idea you knew how to do all that."
"I've been around a while," he said. How long he'd been around, would remain his secret but he hadn't gotten this old without learning a whole lot about sex.
"I'll keep that in mind for the next time." She kissed his sweaty shoulder.
He folded her up in his arms. "I like the sound of that."
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Date: 2010-06-23 09:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-24 01:45 am (UTC)That's pretty much Ed's reaction in my head too
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Date: 2010-06-25 03:10 am (UTC)Pffffftttt he would freak out over something like that, considering all he's been through nevertheless
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Date: 2010-06-25 03:37 am (UTC)