Fic - The Journey Home
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cornerofmadnessTitleThe Journey Home
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cornerofmadness
Rating- NC-17
Pairing Ed/Winry
Timeline/Spoilers set after 108 so spoilers for everything
Word Count 5,823
Warning - a whole lot of sex, semi public sex
Summary You want me to have sex where?
Author’s Note- thanks toevil_little_dog for the beta. Wow, nothing like totally forgetting this story until a week before it’s due. Go Me (especially having a pro writing project due the same time. And thanks to evil_little_dog, bob_fish & enemytosleep for giving me ideas for this when I asked for bunnies. this was written for Ed's month at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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A bead of sweat trickled down Winry’s spine. All the fans in Garfiel’s work shop did nothing but push the hot, parched air around. It was like being inside a giant oven. Still, it was better than the facility she and Garfield visited twice a month in the Ishbalan desert. They were helping Dr. Marcoh set up an automail clinic there, but it wasn’t easy luring mechanics to that region or getting the Ishbalans to trust – or be able to pay – them. Winry had suggested last time that some of the mechanics in Rush Valley take on Ishbalan apprentices. Garfiel had jumped at that, picking a good looking, quick witted young man named Faris. Winry wasn’t entirely sure that Faris was chosen for his nimble fingers or, at least, not for what those fingers could do with wiring. Winry wondered what Garfiel’s boyfriend thought of all this.
Thinking about the clinic, Winry absently mulled over her immediate future while she wired a replacement arm for Captain Moyer. She was at the end of her apprenticeship. As if going out on her own wasn’t scary enough, Winry was torn over where to hang out her placard. Her Granny’s shop was a natural and since Edward seemed to consider Resembool something of a home, it might be where she ended up.
But a part of her wanted something more. It would be exciting to take Mr. Mustang up on his offer to set up shop in East City. She liked the military contracts and the chance to design some exciting automail. Ed would enjoy being closer to Roy even if he wouldn’t admit to it. Winry wasn’t blind to the glee in Ed’s gold eyes whenever he had the opportunity to torment the older alchemist.
However, she had to consider that Ed had asked her to marry him, sort of. It had been such a silly, sweet proposal, his voice high and cracking, and she had to think for a moment to even guess what Ed was after. At least, her response had been elegant and romantic. That was her story and she was sticking with it.
Even though wedding bells were on Ed’s mind, he still left for months. It was all right. She expected it. Winry was frantic anyhow, trying to finish her apprenticeship and wouldn’t have had time for him. But still, when she made a choice to set up a practice, she had to keep Ed in mind. She felt like she was stuck in the mud. There was nothing to do for it but to list out the pros and cons of several locations she might like and be ready whenever Ed came home.
“Winry, honey,” Garfiel practically sang her name as he poked his head into the workshop.
She turned and smiled. “Trying out a new lip color?” She kept ‘for Faris’ to herself. She wasn’t entirely sure Faris appreciated the gesture anyhow.
Garfiel touched the bow of his wine-stained lips. “Do you like it?”
“It’s a good shade for you.”
He clapped his hands in delight. “Wonderful. I just wanted to let you know your last patient for the day is here.” Garfiel handed her a folder.
She glanced at the name. K. Fuery. That sounded annoyingly familiar but Winry couldn’t quite place it. Walking down the hall to the patient room, she opened the door room and froze. Stretched out on the table, wearing a cocky grin and no pants was Ed. In spite of herself, Winry did a double take glancing from him to the chart and back up again. “Edward! Why are you here and what did you do with Mr. Fuery?”
“I’m Mr. Fuery for today.” He grinned more broadly and held up his leg, his boxers rippling. “If I told you I was coming in for service, you’d be waiting, wrench at the ready.”
She snorted at him before going over to hug him tight. “You set this up with Garfiel.”
“He was really excited.” Ed wrapped her in his arms tightly. “And I didn’t even break my leg this time or anything. It’s just too short. I’m lopsided. I grew.”
His undisguised enthusiasm for that concept made Winry giggle. “You have.” She felt his restored arm, still unable to believe it was there. “I guess I’d better get to measuring you.”
“All work, no play, that’s my Winry.”
She blushed. “I have to get your leg fixed otherwise you’ll lose your balance at the most inopportune time and embarrass yourself.”
“Hey!” He huffed, blowing at his bangs, his eyes taking on a serious cast. “I really missed you, Winry.”
Leaning down to kiss him, she said, “Not as much as I missed you.” Winry whipped out her tape measure. “Now let’s see that growth spurt.”
X X X
Winry wished she was a little less sweaty. It was ridiculous, she knew, but she didn’t want to look like a sopping dishrag when she replaced Ed’s leg. She had pulled an all nighter getting Ed’s new prosthesis ready. It wasn’t as if they were going to actually do anything overnight anyhow. Ed was exhausted from the trip and seriously, some of the things she wanted to try with him required balance. Not to mention, she was supposed to catch a train in two days and go back to Resembool. The nice surprise was she wouldn’t make the trip alone now. She had already scaled back her patient load in anticipation of the trip so it wasn’t much of problem squeezing Ed in.
He was already stripped to his boxers when she got in the room and for a moment, that didn’t seem out of order, but then she remembered she no longer needed to see his shoulder. There was wicked glint in his gold eyes that she didn’t trust. She’d do her best not to encourage it. “Let’s get this leg off. I can probably scavenge most of it since you didn’t destroy it for once.”
“It was mostly my arm I destroyed,” Ed protested.
Winry snorted as she disengaged the leg, setting it on the floor. She felt a hand brush her shoulder. Propping himself up on one elbow, Ed stroked her neck. She could see the prospect of the impending pain wasn’t putting a damper on him now that he was rested up. “Edward, what do you think you’re doing?” she asked as if it weren’t becoming blatantly obvious as something started peeking out of the fly of his boxers.
“It’s been months,” he replied unapologetically.
“Ed, Mr. Garfiel is nosy. Do you know what I’ll have to put up with if he hears anything?” Why did he wait until she already had his leg off? Men, no self control.
“He won’t. I arranged to have his boyfriend take him out all afternoon.” Ed’s fingers moved from her arm to her breast. “And do you want to know what I had to go through to find out who he was dating?”
“You actually did that?” Winry glanced back at the door as Ed sat up on the table.
“I did. I planned on waiting until after you put my leg on.” He gestured to his lap. “But it’s been months!” He repeated. “It had other ideas.”
“I don’t do that in here, Edward.”
“I should hope not. I’ve been away.” He eyed her, his hand straying down to rub his growing erection. “I don’t expect us to do everything. Not much balance” Ed held up the leg that ended in a shiny docking port. “And I went to two pharmacies and they had no condoms left in stock. Is there something I should know about this town?”
Winry tried not to grin. “Probably a hundred things.” She thumbed one of his nipples. “So, I guess I know what you’re hoping for.”
“I was hoping for more, promise.” Ed shot her a sheepish look and she tugged at the nipple that had hardened under her fingers. “I can’t even transmute anything into a condom.”
She kissed him, not wanting to tell him she wouldn’t have trusted a transmuted prophylactic. “You tried for romance. That counts.”
“I have more plans for us,” he said as she stroked his cock, feeling the damp soft tip of it against her palm.
“I have no doubt of that.”
Winry pushed him flat on the table, letting him lift his hips so she could get his boxers off. She pulled off her own shirt. It was hotter than the face of the sun in the building and if they were alone and not actually doing work, why bother with it? Her nipples stood up the moment the fan blew across her sweating breasts. She captured Ed’s cock between them, sliding the mounds of flesh up and down over his hot flesh. Ed moaned, his eyes fluttering shut. Winry didn’t think any part of this assignation would take too long. Ed was just a bit too excited and she had to admit, doing something illicit here excited her, too.
Feeling herself getting wetter, Winry changed tactics with Ed. She licked the salty tip of him before sliding him into her mouth. He mumbled something suspiciously like ‘I love you’ as her tongue twirled around him before letting him go. She ran a finger around the port of his truncated leg. It was probably wrong that having him somewhat defenseless excited her. Stroking him with her fingers, Winry decided to try something she overheard Garfiel talking about; she sucked one of Ed’s testicles into her mouth gently. He gasped, his hips coming off the table.
She let him go. “Liked that?”
Hearing that he was somewhere beyond coherent speech, Winry took it as a yes. She licked the fuzzy pouch again before taking his cock as deeply into her mouth as she could, letting her fingers take the place of her tongue on his jewels. She tickled her tongue against the sweet spot under the head of his shaft.
“Winry, too much,” Ed gasped, not that it was much in the way of warning.
Warm semen flooded her mouth, escaping past her lips. Winry still wasn’t entirely used to that sensation. Swallowing, almost choking, she wiped her mouth.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
“Hardly unexpected.” She kissed the tip of his nose. She didn’t want Ed to think any kind of sex with him wasn’t right. It took this long to get him to admit he even really wanted to be the non-self-denying sort of guy.
Ed skimmed a hand down over her bare breast. “I could do something for you.”
Winry wagged her finger at him, pulling back just a bit. “Later.” She imagined herself toppling off him in the heat of the heat of the moment and, once she put his leg back on so he could balance properly if he were on top, Ed would be in too much pain for a while. “Let me clean up and get your leg put back on.”
Ed pulled her close, kissing her deeply, not the least put off about tasting himself on her lips. “I do love you,” he murmured.
“Love you, too.” Winry pushed him back down and went to fetch his new, longer leg. “And later, I’ll let you show me just how much. But for now,” she cradled her creation in her arms, setting it in place on the table. “Just relax, and try to think about what you’re going to do with me later tonight.”
* * *
“Why is it no matter how luxurious a train is, it always makes my back ache before an hour’s out?” Ed squirmed on the red crushed velvet seat.
“Because you don’t know how to entertain yourself and then you obsess over the seat’s hardness.” Winry glanced up from her latest automail magazine.
“You could talk to me,” he pouted.
She set her magazine aside. “For someone who spent his entire childhood reading alchemy books, you’d think you’d find another genre to read now that you can’t perform alchemy any more.”
He shot her a sour look. “You don’t want to talk to me?” Ed slumped on the seat. “Are you mad that Garfiel kept giving you looks all day yesterday?”
“I kept telling him what he thought happened in the patient room didn’t, but he didn’t believe me.”
“Well, he shouldn’t and you’re a bad liar. Should have had me tell him.” Ed flashed his evil smile.
Winry laughed. “Try to be less proud of your wicked ways, Ed.”
He refused to look repentant. Ed glanced out the window. “I could watch the scenery go by, but aren’t you bored with it? You’ve done this route a hundred times.”
“That’s why I brought my magazines.”
He sighed. Winry grinned then got up, holding out a hand to him. Ed took it with a curious look on his face. Winry led him, not to the dining car or the caboose as he expected, but to their sleeper car. There were four compartments in the car. Ed thought it was like sleeping in a catacomb. None of the berths had their curtains pulled. Winry pointed to his bunk.
“Winry, I don’t care what Al says; I don’t sleep all the time. I don’t want a nap.”
“Idiot.”
“What? I ..oh!” Ed’s eyes widened. “Winry!”
“Can you be louder, Edward?” She shoved his shoulder. “There’s no one back here. It’s the middle of the afternoon.”
“Someone will hear.”
“Then you’d better learn to be quiet,” she said, climbing into the berth with a flip of her skirt.
“Me? You’re the one who makes these high-pitched-”
Winry shot him a look that said ‘better stop now if you ever want hear those sounds again.’
He peered in after her. “Are you sure there’s room?
“You’re small,” she smirked.
Ed battled back the instinct to flail and wail. If he attracted attention now, this illicit tryst would be over before it began. That wouldn’t do, not at all. The idea of doing it in semi-public made Ed harder than he wanted to admit to, not that he’d be able to hide a diamond-hard erection the moment he crawled into the berth with Winry. He crawled in any way and yanked the curtain shut.
“It’s tight,” he muttered.
“But different.” Winry found his erection before he was even entirely settled. She rubbed him through the rough cloth of his trousers. “Someone likes different.”
“Someone does,” he admitted, kissing her hard, his mouth devouring hers. Winry ground her hand against him more insistently. He broke for air. “But someone still has the same problem as he did in the shop. I bought the condoms but they’re in the luggage.”
“Put your hand in my pocket.”
Ed did and came out with small bag that would usually have candy in it. Inside was a condom. While he didn’t relish trying to sneak into the men’s room later to wash it out, Ed was as happy as he’d ever been learning a new array to see it in the bag.
“You’re the best, Winry.”
“I know.” He could see her grin in the gloom.
Ed went back to kissing her, sliding a hand under Winry’s skirt. He eased her damp panties down. Their tongues still slowly dancing together, Ed’s finger circled and teased her clit. She made a soft noise of encouragement. Ed knew he had gotten better at this. What else could he do in the face of overhearing her telling Paninya that nipples and clitorises weren’t meant to be tuned like a radio, which, apparently, what he had been doing. Ed had even researched this, finding copy – in Mustang’s personal library of all damn places – of Sex from the time of Xerxes to Today with today being a hundred years ago, written by Theophrastus Bombastus. Yeah, one of his dad’s names, according to Al. If the bastard had amassed that much knowledge – which totally freaked Ed out – then Ed was determined to master the whole book.
Ed couldn’t quite get his mouth to her nipples in their cramped quarters. Instead, he dipped a finger into her, finding her wonderfully wet and ready for him. Her fingers scrambled to undo his belt. She shoved his pants down to his knees before the tight berth wouldn’t let her move any further. Her hot palm cupped the head of his cock, smearing the fluid it found there. Ed bit back a groan as she stroked him.
“Better put on the condom,” he whispered. “Before I can’t hold back the noise.”
Winry obeyed, sliding the heavy latex over him. When he was younger, listening to the guys talking about how condoms killed sensation, he hadn’t really understood. He hadn’t realized how thick they were, but better that than a baby neither of them was ready for yet. Kissing would be a very good way to keep from making too much noise, Ed decided.
Sealing his mouth over Winry’s, Ed slid into her. She moaned softly against his lips as she dug her hands up under his shirt, raking his skin. She knew that drove him crazy. Was she trying to get them caught? There wasn’t much room to move, but as hard as he was, Ed was surprised he didn’t spill the moment he entered Winry.
Those strong fingers of hers worked down to his butt, squeezing, massaging, pulling as if trying to draw the whole of him into her. Winry bucked under him, her body shuddering. He could feel her release seeping along his thighs. Winry’s mouth escaped his. She nibbled on his shoulder, making him thrust harder. One sharp bite to where his arm had rejoined his body – it had remained sensitive all this time – made Ed lose it.
He tried to prop his weight up on his arms and off her since he couldn’t roll to the side. Winry’s heaving chest was making him think they might get away with a second round. Then again he might pull back that curtain and find they had an audience. “I have the best fiancée ever.”
“Or the weirdest one.” She grinned, nodding to the thin curtain separating them from the train-going public.
“That’s okay. I’m pretty weird, too.”
She drew him back down for a kiss. “Yes, you are.”
X X X
“I’m going to die staying in the guest room,” Ed whined, slumping at Pinako’s kitchen table while Winry fished bags out of the pot of tea to ice.
“You have two good hands now,” Pinako pushed the kitchen door open. “You’ll do just fine.”
“Damn it micro-granny! Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
“Ed, you’re so hot, your hair might spontaneously combust.” Winry gestured to his red face with the sugar scoop.
Ed glared at her.
“You’ll survive,” Winry said. “You already slept half the day.”
“That’s because that boring train trip took it out of me,” Ed protested, his blush deepening.
“Yes, traveling takes it out of you.” Pinako arched her eyebrows at him as she set a basket of freshly picked green squash on the table. “But at least you’re rested up to go to the barn dance.”
Ed wrinkled his nose. “Do we have to? I never did like those.”
“Why not? You like to dance and you’re not completely antisocial,” Winry said.
“They teased me because I was so much shorter than the girls.” Ed pouted. “And I don’t like barns.”
“Would have thought you’d like being eye-level with all the girls’ breasts,” Pinako said, filling the sink with water.
“I was too young to notice that,” Ed grumbled.
“You were a slow starter.” Pinako popped the squash into the sink. “And you’re going to the barn dance.”
“Yes, Ed, you are.”
He scowled but nodded his consent. Sometimes, Winry wondered about the boy she had agreed to marry. He could get stubborn about the stupidest things. It wasn’t like he’d be dancing with his face in her boobs any more, not that he’d probably mind it now.
Once the kitchen chores were done and dinner eaten, Winry made sure Ed didn’t go to the barn dance in black on black. Ed hadn’t seemed to twig onto the fact that Granny really wanted them to go. She probably had a surprise for them, like maybe she had told half the town Winry’s news even though Winry told her not to.
Ed’s compromise to Winry’s request was to wear black pants and a red silk shirt with a gold dragon on the back, a gift from Ling. He looked good in it, felt good, too. Winry put on a daring red dress, setting off her desert-tanned skin. Her purse was flashier than she usually carried, a gift from a mother for giving her son a new foot. She sort of wished that she had a ring to show off, but Ed hadn’t gotten to that yet. Winry suspected he might want her input.
Granny had gone ahead of them, another sure sign something was up. On the walk to Mr. Ferguson’s barn, Winry thought again about Resembool and her future. She wasn’t sure that Ed, with his rambling ways would be happy here. Would she? So many of the girls she had grown up with had done nothing more than marry the boys they had liked in school and settled into being housewives. There was nothing wrong with that but Winry had nothing in common with that mind set. How had Granny come to the decision to settle here? She’d have to ask.
Music vibrated around the barn. A few young girls hailed them as the couple went in, but Winry wasn’t entirely sure she recognized them. Given their age, they would have been kids when she left for Rush Valley. When she and Ed walked in, the music died and way more people than she could have imagined were in the barn. How in the hell did Granny manage to lure Garfiel and Paninya here? Garfiel in a barn, the mind boggled. It sank in that Ed was making strangled noises. She glanced over to see him pale-faced, eyes bugged.
“Winry, I thought we weren’t telling everyone,” he hissed.
“I only told Granny and Mr. Garfiel and Paninya.”
“Then why is the entire world standing in Mr. Ferguson’s barn?”
“Granny.” Winry sighed.
“Ed! Winry!”
Alphonse blindsided them before they even got into the barn, hugging them both tight. He kissed Winry and she suspected, from his sweetened breath, he’d been into the dandelion wine already. “Congratulations.”
“Al, when did you get back from Xing?” Ed asked, stunned. Winry didn’t blame him. Al had gone totally Xingese. His whole outfit was deep blue silk with swirling peonies and what looked like lightning bolts on it and he wore a black skull cap with a tassel on it.
“Two nights ago. I’m at the hotel so you wouldn’t see me.” He grinned. “Can’t believe you’re getting married. Well, I can believe it. I just can’t believe Ed asked.”
“I’m not entirely sure he did. I might have been the one to ask him.” Winry nudged her lover who huffed.
“Oh hell, who invited Mustang?” Ed stomped into the barn, aiming for the general who was busy flirting with Mrs. Curtis while her husband wasn’t looking, if Winry read the situation right. “Teacher, you’re here, too? And bastard? How’d you even know what a barn looked like, city boy?”
“Your boy is ever so well mannered,” Roy said to Izumi who snorted.
“Look who helped raised him. Between me and you did he have a chance?” Izumi gave Ed a big hug as Winry caught up to them. “You’ll be a good husband, Edward.”
“You should see the books he stole out of my library,” Roy said before taking Winry’s hand. “Keep him in line. If you ever need help…”
“I know where you are.” Winry grinned as he leaned down to kiss her cheek.
“I can’t believe Riza left you off your leash.” Ed jostled Roy.
“Oh, she’s here. So is Armstrong,” Roy replied cheerily.
“Oh god, if he hugs me so hard something breaks…” Ed slapped a palm to his forehead.
“You’ll live.” Winry linked arms with him. “I think we’re going to be greeting people for an hour. Granny outdid herself.”
“Tell me about it. Her guest list leaves something to be desired,” Ed grumbled, glaring at Mustang.
Izumi shrugged. “He came to me this way. I swear I didn’t do this.”
Roy laughed. “I believe you. Edward, congratulations. Now to figure out a way to dance with Riza without being too obvious.” He started off then turned, “Is it supposed to smell like this in here?”
“It’s a barn.” Ed rolled his eyes.
“So rude. I think I’ll go talk to Al. He’s such a pleasant drunk,” Roy said.
“Yeah, I better talk to him while he can still see,” Izumi added, following him.
“Do those two seem…oddly close?” Ed asked.
“You did say she protected him when he was blind. I guess it makes a bond. Come on, Ed, I see Riza over there with Mr. Bergermeister. He still has ten extra hands when it comes to grabbing a woman’s butt. I’d hate to have a shooting before we get our first dance in.”
“Yeah, keep those wandering hands in mind if Mustang comes around looking for a dance after he and Al polish off another bottle of wine,” Ed said and Winry grinned.
After making the rounds, Winry finally managed to get Ed into the dance circle. The musicians, locals, slowed it down as soon as they noticed. Winry didn’t mind. It was nice to dance close to Ed, the silk of his shirt caressing her cheek as she tucked her face into the crook his neck. She wondered if Ed knew that his brother had lured Riza into a dance, but from the way Ed held her, she thought maybe he didn’t see anything but her.
Eventually, she traded Ed for his brother without too much protest on Ed’s part. He probably wanted to annoy General Mustang by dancing with Riza. The music swung back to the fever-pitched stuff filled with fiddle reels. Winry was surprised General Mustang actually knew how to do the fast-paced country dances, but wasn’t the least bit shocked when it degenerated into a competition between Ed and the older alchemist. They both lost – using applause as a gauge – to Mr. Armstrong and Al. Winry hoped someone had a camera. She had seen Mrs. Hughes a while back so probably there would be pictures.
As the night wore on, Al collapsed on a hay bale with two girls. One might have been Nellie and the other Paninya, but Winry couldn’t tell from her angle. Granny was dancing with old man Kramer. Roy and Riza had disappeared a while back. Winry didn’t even want to know, but it sounded like a good idea. She rubbed the small of Ed’s back. “Want to get out of here now?”
“Oh, yeah.” Ed glanced back at the hay bales. “Should I worry about Al?”
“He’s a big boy.” Winry tugged his arm, leading him out of the barn.
Ed didn’t protest. Winry looked at him in the slash of light from the barn doors. Damn, he really did look good in red and black. A thought formed in her mind. She nudged Ed and pointed to Ferguson’s wagon. “Go get that blanket.”
Ed’s brow furrowed. “What?”
“We’ll bring it back. Go get it.”
“Ah.” Ed, obviously figuring out her intent, trotted over and grabbed the blanket. A hand and a head popped up from the back of the wagon making Ed jump, a startled cry escaping him.
“Go away,” Mustang said and Ed left the blanket right where it was.
He ran over, grabbed Winry’s hand and pulled her along. “Hope you’re happy. I’m now scarred for life.”
Winry snickered. “You’ll live. Come on, let’s go home. Granny’ll be at the dance for a while longer.”
“That old woman has more energy than is natural,” Ed said as they headed up the path. “But if you inherited that, I’ll be one lucky guy.”
“You’ll just have to test that for yourself.”
“I plan on it.”
“Oh, Ed, wait. Look.” Winry pulled him to a stop, pointing to a sprawling oak atop a steep rise. “Remember all the times we spent there.”
“I remember falling out of it and breaking my arm.”
“That’s because you were acting like an idiot.” Winry tugged him up the hill. On the other side of it was the swimming hole, a small pond ringed with cat tails where the kids hadn’t tromped them down. The moon shimmered in the black glass of the water. “I missed this, all the lush greenness and the water.” She pulled Ed closer.
“I guess you would, being out there in the desert.”
“I’ve been thinking about this kind of stuff a lot lately.”
“Oh?” Ed wrapped an arm around her.
“I’m almost done with my apprenticeship, Ed. It’s time for me to think about going out on my own.”
“I hadn’t thought about that and I should have. Sorry.” Ed leaned his head against hers. “Guess we have a lot of planning and talking to do.”
“Yes, but not tonight.” She squeezed his hand. “I want to just soak in this beautiful evening air and look at the pond and maybe…” Winry twisted in his embrace and kissed him.
The kiss went from a simple little one to something much hungrier. Winry knew she had been thinking about this all night. As their tongues explored, her hands traveled down over the golden dragon on his back to grab Ed’s ass. Damn, he had a nice ass. Ed moaned against her lips.
“Winry!”
She massaged his crotch, feeling him already starting to harden. That redoubled the tingling between her own legs. “Yes, Ed?”
“We can’t do this here.”
“Really?” She stripped his shirt off his head in a move a little less smooth than she had planned it. “It’s beautiful here. We have the moon.” She thumbed one nipple. “The water.” And then the other. “And cricket-song.” Her hand moved back down to his growing erection.
“But someone could see us.”
“Only if they climb the hill.” Winry rapped him back against the sturdy oak.
“This tree hates me,” Ed protested weakly, his hand trying to figure out how to operate a zipper while there was no blood in his brain to help him along with such tasks. “Could be poison ivy.”
“Could be you can’t walk anyhow.” She gave his cock a squeeze. “This was why I wanted that blanket.”
“It was touching Mustang’s naked ass.” Ed opened her dress, kissing her bared shoulder. “I didn’t exactly go to the dance with a condom in my pocket, Winry.”
“You’re going to need to start,” she teased, nipping his collarbone as she undid his pants. “It’s in my purse.”
“You really are the best.”
“I plan on proving that.” Winry stepped out of her dress then yanked Ed’s pants down. He managed to kick his shoes off and get the trousers and boxers off. She pushed him back against the tree, stroking his cock while he fumbled with her bra fastener. Managing that, Ed tried to get her panties down while leaving the garters up. She put that tidbit away for later sex play but took off her own stockings before they ran.
His cock twitched in her hand, the head of it wet when her hand rubbed over it. Ed’s fingers found her sensitive spots, leaving her moaning. Winry tried to steady herself against his chest while groping with one foot for her purse.
“Not so hard. I’m getting bark in my ass,” Ed complained.
“Sorry.” Winry scooped up her purse, digging out the condom she had hidden inside a pill box.
“If I still could do alchemy, our clothes could have become a blanket.”
“We’ll survive.” Winry pulled the condom over him, giving his balls a tickle.
“I…” Ed looked around as if trying to figure out his next move.
“Did you miss this one in that book of yours, Ed?” Winry put her arms around his neck.
“You knew about the book?”
“Everyone knows about the book.” She tried to get her leg up high enough for him to get the idea.
Ed was never a slow learner. Resting back against the tree a little, he hefted her up. Winry wrapped her legs around his waist, his cock nudging her. Ed situated her better, sliding inside her. Winry rocked on him as Ed’s arms cupped her. This wasn’t as easy as the book made it sound. Ed sucked on her neck, slowing moving in and out of her, but it didn’t take him long before he tried to put her down.
Winry let him set her on the soft grass overlooking the pond. He joined her on the ground, but she flipped him onto his back. Ed looked startled, but that faded into pure pleasure as she swung on top of him, taking him back inside her. She moaned loudly as he filled her. Ed’s hands alternated between her hips and her breasts as she rode him. Winry reached behind her, playing with his balls, making Ed groan louder than the bullfrogs croaking nearby.
Ed worked a finger between her folds, circling her clit with quick strong repetitions until the dam in her broke. Winry cried out, lowering herself to his chest as the waves passed through her. Ed rolled her into the grass. His thrusts into her built up speed. Above him the moon and stars seemed to dance with their bodies. His climax was every bit as loud as hers.
Ed stretched out in the grass next to her. “This pond’s never meant more to me than it does now.”
Smiling, she pushed his damp bangs off his forehead. “That’s sweet.”
He kissed her. “I do love you, you know.”
“I’ve always known that, Edward.”
“Good, so you won’t be too disappointed if I say I want to put my pants on because I think the mosquitoes are feasting on my sweating ass.”
She snorted. “You are so not romantic, Ed.”
“Do you want me scratching my ass in public tomorrow since you know Granny is going to have everyone over to the house?” Ed sniffed. “Do you smell smoke?”
Winry tested the air. “Yeah, maybe.”
From the road a voice echoed up, “You two better be quieter than that when you get home.”
Winry felt her face go hot. “Her timing sucks.”
Ed put his hands over his face. “I’m not going home now.”
“We could kill time with a skinny dip.” Winry patted his sweaty belly. “She’ll probably fall asleep fast after tonight.”
“Trade mosquitoes biting my ass for fish biting my dangle?”
“It’s that or Granny.”
“Fish, here I come.”
Laughing Winry got up, racing him to the water.
Author-
cornerofmadnessRating- NC-17
Pairing Ed/Winry
Timeline/Spoilers set after 108 so spoilers for everything
Word Count 5,823
Warning - a whole lot of sex, semi public sex
Summary You want me to have sex where?
Author’s Note- thanks to
evil_little_dog for the beta. Wow, nothing like totally forgetting this story until a week before it’s due. Go Me (especially having a pro writing project due the same time. And thanks to evil_little_dog, bob_fish & enemytosleep for giving me ideas for this when I asked for bunnies. this was written for Ed's month at fma_fuh_q* * *
A bead of sweat trickled down Winry’s spine. All the fans in Garfiel’s work shop did nothing but push the hot, parched air around. It was like being inside a giant oven. Still, it was better than the facility she and Garfield visited twice a month in the Ishbalan desert. They were helping Dr. Marcoh set up an automail clinic there, but it wasn’t easy luring mechanics to that region or getting the Ishbalans to trust – or be able to pay – them. Winry had suggested last time that some of the mechanics in Rush Valley take on Ishbalan apprentices. Garfiel had jumped at that, picking a good looking, quick witted young man named Faris. Winry wasn’t entirely sure that Faris was chosen for his nimble fingers or, at least, not for what those fingers could do with wiring. Winry wondered what Garfiel’s boyfriend thought of all this.
Thinking about the clinic, Winry absently mulled over her immediate future while she wired a replacement arm for Captain Moyer. She was at the end of her apprenticeship. As if going out on her own wasn’t scary enough, Winry was torn over where to hang out her placard. Her Granny’s shop was a natural and since Edward seemed to consider Resembool something of a home, it might be where she ended up.
But a part of her wanted something more. It would be exciting to take Mr. Mustang up on his offer to set up shop in East City. She liked the military contracts and the chance to design some exciting automail. Ed would enjoy being closer to Roy even if he wouldn’t admit to it. Winry wasn’t blind to the glee in Ed’s gold eyes whenever he had the opportunity to torment the older alchemist.
However, she had to consider that Ed had asked her to marry him, sort of. It had been such a silly, sweet proposal, his voice high and cracking, and she had to think for a moment to even guess what Ed was after. At least, her response had been elegant and romantic. That was her story and she was sticking with it.
Even though wedding bells were on Ed’s mind, he still left for months. It was all right. She expected it. Winry was frantic anyhow, trying to finish her apprenticeship and wouldn’t have had time for him. But still, when she made a choice to set up a practice, she had to keep Ed in mind. She felt like she was stuck in the mud. There was nothing to do for it but to list out the pros and cons of several locations she might like and be ready whenever Ed came home.
“Winry, honey,” Garfiel practically sang her name as he poked his head into the workshop.
She turned and smiled. “Trying out a new lip color?” She kept ‘for Faris’ to herself. She wasn’t entirely sure Faris appreciated the gesture anyhow.
Garfiel touched the bow of his wine-stained lips. “Do you like it?”
“It’s a good shade for you.”
He clapped his hands in delight. “Wonderful. I just wanted to let you know your last patient for the day is here.” Garfiel handed her a folder.
She glanced at the name. K. Fuery. That sounded annoyingly familiar but Winry couldn’t quite place it. Walking down the hall to the patient room, she opened the door room and froze. Stretched out on the table, wearing a cocky grin and no pants was Ed. In spite of herself, Winry did a double take glancing from him to the chart and back up again. “Edward! Why are you here and what did you do with Mr. Fuery?”
“I’m Mr. Fuery for today.” He grinned more broadly and held up his leg, his boxers rippling. “If I told you I was coming in for service, you’d be waiting, wrench at the ready.”
She snorted at him before going over to hug him tight. “You set this up with Garfiel.”
“He was really excited.” Ed wrapped her in his arms tightly. “And I didn’t even break my leg this time or anything. It’s just too short. I’m lopsided. I grew.”
His undisguised enthusiasm for that concept made Winry giggle. “You have.” She felt his restored arm, still unable to believe it was there. “I guess I’d better get to measuring you.”
“All work, no play, that’s my Winry.”
She blushed. “I have to get your leg fixed otherwise you’ll lose your balance at the most inopportune time and embarrass yourself.”
“Hey!” He huffed, blowing at his bangs, his eyes taking on a serious cast. “I really missed you, Winry.”
Leaning down to kiss him, she said, “Not as much as I missed you.” Winry whipped out her tape measure. “Now let’s see that growth spurt.”
X X X
Winry wished she was a little less sweaty. It was ridiculous, she knew, but she didn’t want to look like a sopping dishrag when she replaced Ed’s leg. She had pulled an all nighter getting Ed’s new prosthesis ready. It wasn’t as if they were going to actually do anything overnight anyhow. Ed was exhausted from the trip and seriously, some of the things she wanted to try with him required balance. Not to mention, she was supposed to catch a train in two days and go back to Resembool. The nice surprise was she wouldn’t make the trip alone now. She had already scaled back her patient load in anticipation of the trip so it wasn’t much of problem squeezing Ed in.
He was already stripped to his boxers when she got in the room and for a moment, that didn’t seem out of order, but then she remembered she no longer needed to see his shoulder. There was wicked glint in his gold eyes that she didn’t trust. She’d do her best not to encourage it. “Let’s get this leg off. I can probably scavenge most of it since you didn’t destroy it for once.”
“It was mostly my arm I destroyed,” Ed protested.
Winry snorted as she disengaged the leg, setting it on the floor. She felt a hand brush her shoulder. Propping himself up on one elbow, Ed stroked her neck. She could see the prospect of the impending pain wasn’t putting a damper on him now that he was rested up. “Edward, what do you think you’re doing?” she asked as if it weren’t becoming blatantly obvious as something started peeking out of the fly of his boxers.
“It’s been months,” he replied unapologetically.
“Ed, Mr. Garfiel is nosy. Do you know what I’ll have to put up with if he hears anything?” Why did he wait until she already had his leg off? Men, no self control.
“He won’t. I arranged to have his boyfriend take him out all afternoon.” Ed’s fingers moved from her arm to her breast. “And do you want to know what I had to go through to find out who he was dating?”
“You actually did that?” Winry glanced back at the door as Ed sat up on the table.
“I did. I planned on waiting until after you put my leg on.” He gestured to his lap. “But it’s been months!” He repeated. “It had other ideas.”
“I don’t do that in here, Edward.”
“I should hope not. I’ve been away.” He eyed her, his hand straying down to rub his growing erection. “I don’t expect us to do everything. Not much balance” Ed held up the leg that ended in a shiny docking port. “And I went to two pharmacies and they had no condoms left in stock. Is there something I should know about this town?”
Winry tried not to grin. “Probably a hundred things.” She thumbed one of his nipples. “So, I guess I know what you’re hoping for.”
“I was hoping for more, promise.” Ed shot her a sheepish look and she tugged at the nipple that had hardened under her fingers. “I can’t even transmute anything into a condom.”
She kissed him, not wanting to tell him she wouldn’t have trusted a transmuted prophylactic. “You tried for romance. That counts.”
“I have more plans for us,” he said as she stroked his cock, feeling the damp soft tip of it against her palm.
“I have no doubt of that.”
Winry pushed him flat on the table, letting him lift his hips so she could get his boxers off. She pulled off her own shirt. It was hotter than the face of the sun in the building and if they were alone and not actually doing work, why bother with it? Her nipples stood up the moment the fan blew across her sweating breasts. She captured Ed’s cock between them, sliding the mounds of flesh up and down over his hot flesh. Ed moaned, his eyes fluttering shut. Winry didn’t think any part of this assignation would take too long. Ed was just a bit too excited and she had to admit, doing something illicit here excited her, too.
Feeling herself getting wetter, Winry changed tactics with Ed. She licked the salty tip of him before sliding him into her mouth. He mumbled something suspiciously like ‘I love you’ as her tongue twirled around him before letting him go. She ran a finger around the port of his truncated leg. It was probably wrong that having him somewhat defenseless excited her. Stroking him with her fingers, Winry decided to try something she overheard Garfiel talking about; she sucked one of Ed’s testicles into her mouth gently. He gasped, his hips coming off the table.
She let him go. “Liked that?”
Hearing that he was somewhere beyond coherent speech, Winry took it as a yes. She licked the fuzzy pouch again before taking his cock as deeply into her mouth as she could, letting her fingers take the place of her tongue on his jewels. She tickled her tongue against the sweet spot under the head of his shaft.
“Winry, too much,” Ed gasped, not that it was much in the way of warning.
Warm semen flooded her mouth, escaping past her lips. Winry still wasn’t entirely used to that sensation. Swallowing, almost choking, she wiped her mouth.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
“Hardly unexpected.” She kissed the tip of his nose. She didn’t want Ed to think any kind of sex with him wasn’t right. It took this long to get him to admit he even really wanted to be the non-self-denying sort of guy.
Ed skimmed a hand down over her bare breast. “I could do something for you.”
Winry wagged her finger at him, pulling back just a bit. “Later.” She imagined herself toppling off him in the heat of the heat of the moment and, once she put his leg back on so he could balance properly if he were on top, Ed would be in too much pain for a while. “Let me clean up and get your leg put back on.”
Ed pulled her close, kissing her deeply, not the least put off about tasting himself on her lips. “I do love you,” he murmured.
“Love you, too.” Winry pushed him back down and went to fetch his new, longer leg. “And later, I’ll let you show me just how much. But for now,” she cradled her creation in her arms, setting it in place on the table. “Just relax, and try to think about what you’re going to do with me later tonight.”
* * *
“Why is it no matter how luxurious a train is, it always makes my back ache before an hour’s out?” Ed squirmed on the red crushed velvet seat.
“Because you don’t know how to entertain yourself and then you obsess over the seat’s hardness.” Winry glanced up from her latest automail magazine.
“You could talk to me,” he pouted.
She set her magazine aside. “For someone who spent his entire childhood reading alchemy books, you’d think you’d find another genre to read now that you can’t perform alchemy any more.”
He shot her a sour look. “You don’t want to talk to me?” Ed slumped on the seat. “Are you mad that Garfiel kept giving you looks all day yesterday?”
“I kept telling him what he thought happened in the patient room didn’t, but he didn’t believe me.”
“Well, he shouldn’t and you’re a bad liar. Should have had me tell him.” Ed flashed his evil smile.
Winry laughed. “Try to be less proud of your wicked ways, Ed.”
He refused to look repentant. Ed glanced out the window. “I could watch the scenery go by, but aren’t you bored with it? You’ve done this route a hundred times.”
“That’s why I brought my magazines.”
He sighed. Winry grinned then got up, holding out a hand to him. Ed took it with a curious look on his face. Winry led him, not to the dining car or the caboose as he expected, but to their sleeper car. There were four compartments in the car. Ed thought it was like sleeping in a catacomb. None of the berths had their curtains pulled. Winry pointed to his bunk.
“Winry, I don’t care what Al says; I don’t sleep all the time. I don’t want a nap.”
“Idiot.”
“What? I ..oh!” Ed’s eyes widened. “Winry!”
“Can you be louder, Edward?” She shoved his shoulder. “There’s no one back here. It’s the middle of the afternoon.”
“Someone will hear.”
“Then you’d better learn to be quiet,” she said, climbing into the berth with a flip of her skirt.
“Me? You’re the one who makes these high-pitched-”
Winry shot him a look that said ‘better stop now if you ever want hear those sounds again.’
He peered in after her. “Are you sure there’s room?
“You’re small,” she smirked.
Ed battled back the instinct to flail and wail. If he attracted attention now, this illicit tryst would be over before it began. That wouldn’t do, not at all. The idea of doing it in semi-public made Ed harder than he wanted to admit to, not that he’d be able to hide a diamond-hard erection the moment he crawled into the berth with Winry. He crawled in any way and yanked the curtain shut.
“It’s tight,” he muttered.
“But different.” Winry found his erection before he was even entirely settled. She rubbed him through the rough cloth of his trousers. “Someone likes different.”
“Someone does,” he admitted, kissing her hard, his mouth devouring hers. Winry ground her hand against him more insistently. He broke for air. “But someone still has the same problem as he did in the shop. I bought the condoms but they’re in the luggage.”
“Put your hand in my pocket.”
Ed did and came out with small bag that would usually have candy in it. Inside was a condom. While he didn’t relish trying to sneak into the men’s room later to wash it out, Ed was as happy as he’d ever been learning a new array to see it in the bag.
“You’re the best, Winry.”
“I know.” He could see her grin in the gloom.
Ed went back to kissing her, sliding a hand under Winry’s skirt. He eased her damp panties down. Their tongues still slowly dancing together, Ed’s finger circled and teased her clit. She made a soft noise of encouragement. Ed knew he had gotten better at this. What else could he do in the face of overhearing her telling Paninya that nipples and clitorises weren’t meant to be tuned like a radio, which, apparently, what he had been doing. Ed had even researched this, finding copy – in Mustang’s personal library of all damn places – of Sex from the time of Xerxes to Today with today being a hundred years ago, written by Theophrastus Bombastus. Yeah, one of his dad’s names, according to Al. If the bastard had amassed that much knowledge – which totally freaked Ed out – then Ed was determined to master the whole book.
Ed couldn’t quite get his mouth to her nipples in their cramped quarters. Instead, he dipped a finger into her, finding her wonderfully wet and ready for him. Her fingers scrambled to undo his belt. She shoved his pants down to his knees before the tight berth wouldn’t let her move any further. Her hot palm cupped the head of his cock, smearing the fluid it found there. Ed bit back a groan as she stroked him.
“Better put on the condom,” he whispered. “Before I can’t hold back the noise.”
Winry obeyed, sliding the heavy latex over him. When he was younger, listening to the guys talking about how condoms killed sensation, he hadn’t really understood. He hadn’t realized how thick they were, but better that than a baby neither of them was ready for yet. Kissing would be a very good way to keep from making too much noise, Ed decided.
Sealing his mouth over Winry’s, Ed slid into her. She moaned softly against his lips as she dug her hands up under his shirt, raking his skin. She knew that drove him crazy. Was she trying to get them caught? There wasn’t much room to move, but as hard as he was, Ed was surprised he didn’t spill the moment he entered Winry.
Those strong fingers of hers worked down to his butt, squeezing, massaging, pulling as if trying to draw the whole of him into her. Winry bucked under him, her body shuddering. He could feel her release seeping along his thighs. Winry’s mouth escaped his. She nibbled on his shoulder, making him thrust harder. One sharp bite to where his arm had rejoined his body – it had remained sensitive all this time – made Ed lose it.
He tried to prop his weight up on his arms and off her since he couldn’t roll to the side. Winry’s heaving chest was making him think they might get away with a second round. Then again he might pull back that curtain and find they had an audience. “I have the best fiancée ever.”
“Or the weirdest one.” She grinned, nodding to the thin curtain separating them from the train-going public.
“That’s okay. I’m pretty weird, too.”
She drew him back down for a kiss. “Yes, you are.”
X X X
“I’m going to die staying in the guest room,” Ed whined, slumping at Pinako’s kitchen table while Winry fished bags out of the pot of tea to ice.
“You have two good hands now,” Pinako pushed the kitchen door open. “You’ll do just fine.”
“Damn it micro-granny! Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
“Ed, you’re so hot, your hair might spontaneously combust.” Winry gestured to his red face with the sugar scoop.
Ed glared at her.
“You’ll survive,” Winry said. “You already slept half the day.”
“That’s because that boring train trip took it out of me,” Ed protested, his blush deepening.
“Yes, traveling takes it out of you.” Pinako arched her eyebrows at him as she set a basket of freshly picked green squash on the table. “But at least you’re rested up to go to the barn dance.”
Ed wrinkled his nose. “Do we have to? I never did like those.”
“Why not? You like to dance and you’re not completely antisocial,” Winry said.
“They teased me because I was so much shorter than the girls.” Ed pouted. “And I don’t like barns.”
“Would have thought you’d like being eye-level with all the girls’ breasts,” Pinako said, filling the sink with water.
“I was too young to notice that,” Ed grumbled.
“You were a slow starter.” Pinako popped the squash into the sink. “And you’re going to the barn dance.”
“Yes, Ed, you are.”
He scowled but nodded his consent. Sometimes, Winry wondered about the boy she had agreed to marry. He could get stubborn about the stupidest things. It wasn’t like he’d be dancing with his face in her boobs any more, not that he’d probably mind it now.
Once the kitchen chores were done and dinner eaten, Winry made sure Ed didn’t go to the barn dance in black on black. Ed hadn’t seemed to twig onto the fact that Granny really wanted them to go. She probably had a surprise for them, like maybe she had told half the town Winry’s news even though Winry told her not to.
Ed’s compromise to Winry’s request was to wear black pants and a red silk shirt with a gold dragon on the back, a gift from Ling. He looked good in it, felt good, too. Winry put on a daring red dress, setting off her desert-tanned skin. Her purse was flashier than she usually carried, a gift from a mother for giving her son a new foot. She sort of wished that she had a ring to show off, but Ed hadn’t gotten to that yet. Winry suspected he might want her input.
Granny had gone ahead of them, another sure sign something was up. On the walk to Mr. Ferguson’s barn, Winry thought again about Resembool and her future. She wasn’t sure that Ed, with his rambling ways would be happy here. Would she? So many of the girls she had grown up with had done nothing more than marry the boys they had liked in school and settled into being housewives. There was nothing wrong with that but Winry had nothing in common with that mind set. How had Granny come to the decision to settle here? She’d have to ask.
Music vibrated around the barn. A few young girls hailed them as the couple went in, but Winry wasn’t entirely sure she recognized them. Given their age, they would have been kids when she left for Rush Valley. When she and Ed walked in, the music died and way more people than she could have imagined were in the barn. How in the hell did Granny manage to lure Garfiel and Paninya here? Garfiel in a barn, the mind boggled. It sank in that Ed was making strangled noises. She glanced over to see him pale-faced, eyes bugged.
“Winry, I thought we weren’t telling everyone,” he hissed.
“I only told Granny and Mr. Garfiel and Paninya.”
“Then why is the entire world standing in Mr. Ferguson’s barn?”
“Granny.” Winry sighed.
“Ed! Winry!”
Alphonse blindsided them before they even got into the barn, hugging them both tight. He kissed Winry and she suspected, from his sweetened breath, he’d been into the dandelion wine already. “Congratulations.”
“Al, when did you get back from Xing?” Ed asked, stunned. Winry didn’t blame him. Al had gone totally Xingese. His whole outfit was deep blue silk with swirling peonies and what looked like lightning bolts on it and he wore a black skull cap with a tassel on it.
“Two nights ago. I’m at the hotel so you wouldn’t see me.” He grinned. “Can’t believe you’re getting married. Well, I can believe it. I just can’t believe Ed asked.”
“I’m not entirely sure he did. I might have been the one to ask him.” Winry nudged her lover who huffed.
“Oh hell, who invited Mustang?” Ed stomped into the barn, aiming for the general who was busy flirting with Mrs. Curtis while her husband wasn’t looking, if Winry read the situation right. “Teacher, you’re here, too? And bastard? How’d you even know what a barn looked like, city boy?”
“Your boy is ever so well mannered,” Roy said to Izumi who snorted.
“Look who helped raised him. Between me and you did he have a chance?” Izumi gave Ed a big hug as Winry caught up to them. “You’ll be a good husband, Edward.”
“You should see the books he stole out of my library,” Roy said before taking Winry’s hand. “Keep him in line. If you ever need help…”
“I know where you are.” Winry grinned as he leaned down to kiss her cheek.
“I can’t believe Riza left you off your leash.” Ed jostled Roy.
“Oh, she’s here. So is Armstrong,” Roy replied cheerily.
“Oh god, if he hugs me so hard something breaks…” Ed slapped a palm to his forehead.
“You’ll live.” Winry linked arms with him. “I think we’re going to be greeting people for an hour. Granny outdid herself.”
“Tell me about it. Her guest list leaves something to be desired,” Ed grumbled, glaring at Mustang.
Izumi shrugged. “He came to me this way. I swear I didn’t do this.”
Roy laughed. “I believe you. Edward, congratulations. Now to figure out a way to dance with Riza without being too obvious.” He started off then turned, “Is it supposed to smell like this in here?”
“It’s a barn.” Ed rolled his eyes.
“So rude. I think I’ll go talk to Al. He’s such a pleasant drunk,” Roy said.
“Yeah, I better talk to him while he can still see,” Izumi added, following him.
“Do those two seem…oddly close?” Ed asked.
“You did say she protected him when he was blind. I guess it makes a bond. Come on, Ed, I see Riza over there with Mr. Bergermeister. He still has ten extra hands when it comes to grabbing a woman’s butt. I’d hate to have a shooting before we get our first dance in.”
“Yeah, keep those wandering hands in mind if Mustang comes around looking for a dance after he and Al polish off another bottle of wine,” Ed said and Winry grinned.
After making the rounds, Winry finally managed to get Ed into the dance circle. The musicians, locals, slowed it down as soon as they noticed. Winry didn’t mind. It was nice to dance close to Ed, the silk of his shirt caressing her cheek as she tucked her face into the crook his neck. She wondered if Ed knew that his brother had lured Riza into a dance, but from the way Ed held her, she thought maybe he didn’t see anything but her.
Eventually, she traded Ed for his brother without too much protest on Ed’s part. He probably wanted to annoy General Mustang by dancing with Riza. The music swung back to the fever-pitched stuff filled with fiddle reels. Winry was surprised General Mustang actually knew how to do the fast-paced country dances, but wasn’t the least bit shocked when it degenerated into a competition between Ed and the older alchemist. They both lost – using applause as a gauge – to Mr. Armstrong and Al. Winry hoped someone had a camera. She had seen Mrs. Hughes a while back so probably there would be pictures.
As the night wore on, Al collapsed on a hay bale with two girls. One might have been Nellie and the other Paninya, but Winry couldn’t tell from her angle. Granny was dancing with old man Kramer. Roy and Riza had disappeared a while back. Winry didn’t even want to know, but it sounded like a good idea. She rubbed the small of Ed’s back. “Want to get out of here now?”
“Oh, yeah.” Ed glanced back at the hay bales. “Should I worry about Al?”
“He’s a big boy.” Winry tugged his arm, leading him out of the barn.
Ed didn’t protest. Winry looked at him in the slash of light from the barn doors. Damn, he really did look good in red and black. A thought formed in her mind. She nudged Ed and pointed to Ferguson’s wagon. “Go get that blanket.”
Ed’s brow furrowed. “What?”
“We’ll bring it back. Go get it.”
“Ah.” Ed, obviously figuring out her intent, trotted over and grabbed the blanket. A hand and a head popped up from the back of the wagon making Ed jump, a startled cry escaping him.
“Go away,” Mustang said and Ed left the blanket right where it was.
He ran over, grabbed Winry’s hand and pulled her along. “Hope you’re happy. I’m now scarred for life.”
Winry snickered. “You’ll live. Come on, let’s go home. Granny’ll be at the dance for a while longer.”
“That old woman has more energy than is natural,” Ed said as they headed up the path. “But if you inherited that, I’ll be one lucky guy.”
“You’ll just have to test that for yourself.”
“I plan on it.”
“Oh, Ed, wait. Look.” Winry pulled him to a stop, pointing to a sprawling oak atop a steep rise. “Remember all the times we spent there.”
“I remember falling out of it and breaking my arm.”
“That’s because you were acting like an idiot.” Winry tugged him up the hill. On the other side of it was the swimming hole, a small pond ringed with cat tails where the kids hadn’t tromped them down. The moon shimmered in the black glass of the water. “I missed this, all the lush greenness and the water.” She pulled Ed closer.
“I guess you would, being out there in the desert.”
“I’ve been thinking about this kind of stuff a lot lately.”
“Oh?” Ed wrapped an arm around her.
“I’m almost done with my apprenticeship, Ed. It’s time for me to think about going out on my own.”
“I hadn’t thought about that and I should have. Sorry.” Ed leaned his head against hers. “Guess we have a lot of planning and talking to do.”
“Yes, but not tonight.” She squeezed his hand. “I want to just soak in this beautiful evening air and look at the pond and maybe…” Winry twisted in his embrace and kissed him.
The kiss went from a simple little one to something much hungrier. Winry knew she had been thinking about this all night. As their tongues explored, her hands traveled down over the golden dragon on his back to grab Ed’s ass. Damn, he had a nice ass. Ed moaned against her lips.
“Winry!”
She massaged his crotch, feeling him already starting to harden. That redoubled the tingling between her own legs. “Yes, Ed?”
“We can’t do this here.”
“Really?” She stripped his shirt off his head in a move a little less smooth than she had planned it. “It’s beautiful here. We have the moon.” She thumbed one nipple. “The water.” And then the other. “And cricket-song.” Her hand moved back down to his growing erection.
“But someone could see us.”
“Only if they climb the hill.” Winry rapped him back against the sturdy oak.
“This tree hates me,” Ed protested weakly, his hand trying to figure out how to operate a zipper while there was no blood in his brain to help him along with such tasks. “Could be poison ivy.”
“Could be you can’t walk anyhow.” She gave his cock a squeeze. “This was why I wanted that blanket.”
“It was touching Mustang’s naked ass.” Ed opened her dress, kissing her bared shoulder. “I didn’t exactly go to the dance with a condom in my pocket, Winry.”
“You’re going to need to start,” she teased, nipping his collarbone as she undid his pants. “It’s in my purse.”
“You really are the best.”
“I plan on proving that.” Winry stepped out of her dress then yanked Ed’s pants down. He managed to kick his shoes off and get the trousers and boxers off. She pushed him back against the tree, stroking his cock while he fumbled with her bra fastener. Managing that, Ed tried to get her panties down while leaving the garters up. She put that tidbit away for later sex play but took off her own stockings before they ran.
His cock twitched in her hand, the head of it wet when her hand rubbed over it. Ed’s fingers found her sensitive spots, leaving her moaning. Winry tried to steady herself against his chest while groping with one foot for her purse.
“Not so hard. I’m getting bark in my ass,” Ed complained.
“Sorry.” Winry scooped up her purse, digging out the condom she had hidden inside a pill box.
“If I still could do alchemy, our clothes could have become a blanket.”
“We’ll survive.” Winry pulled the condom over him, giving his balls a tickle.
“I…” Ed looked around as if trying to figure out his next move.
“Did you miss this one in that book of yours, Ed?” Winry put her arms around his neck.
“You knew about the book?”
“Everyone knows about the book.” She tried to get her leg up high enough for him to get the idea.
Ed was never a slow learner. Resting back against the tree a little, he hefted her up. Winry wrapped her legs around his waist, his cock nudging her. Ed situated her better, sliding inside her. Winry rocked on him as Ed’s arms cupped her. This wasn’t as easy as the book made it sound. Ed sucked on her neck, slowing moving in and out of her, but it didn’t take him long before he tried to put her down.
Winry let him set her on the soft grass overlooking the pond. He joined her on the ground, but she flipped him onto his back. Ed looked startled, but that faded into pure pleasure as she swung on top of him, taking him back inside her. She moaned loudly as he filled her. Ed’s hands alternated between her hips and her breasts as she rode him. Winry reached behind her, playing with his balls, making Ed groan louder than the bullfrogs croaking nearby.
Ed worked a finger between her folds, circling her clit with quick strong repetitions until the dam in her broke. Winry cried out, lowering herself to his chest as the waves passed through her. Ed rolled her into the grass. His thrusts into her built up speed. Above him the moon and stars seemed to dance with their bodies. His climax was every bit as loud as hers.
Ed stretched out in the grass next to her. “This pond’s never meant more to me than it does now.”
Smiling, she pushed his damp bangs off his forehead. “That’s sweet.”
He kissed her. “I do love you, you know.”
“I’ve always known that, Edward.”
“Good, so you won’t be too disappointed if I say I want to put my pants on because I think the mosquitoes are feasting on my sweating ass.”
She snorted. “You are so not romantic, Ed.”
“Do you want me scratching my ass in public tomorrow since you know Granny is going to have everyone over to the house?” Ed sniffed. “Do you smell smoke?”
Winry tested the air. “Yeah, maybe.”
From the road a voice echoed up, “You two better be quieter than that when you get home.”
Winry felt her face go hot. “Her timing sucks.”
Ed put his hands over his face. “I’m not going home now.”
“We could kill time with a skinny dip.” Winry patted his sweaty belly. “She’ll probably fall asleep fast after tonight.”
“Trade mosquitoes biting my ass for fish biting my dangle?”
“It’s that or Granny.”
“Fish, here I come.”
Laughing Winry got up, racing him to the water.
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Date: 2010-08-09 04:18 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-08-09 04:26 am (UTC)I would do myself a mischief if i tried to have sex on a sleeper train.
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Date: 2010-08-09 05:42 pm (UTC)Winry was surprised General Mustang actually knew how to do the fast-pasted country dances,[..]
"Pasted"? XD
I think you meant "paced"?
(otherwise, such a fun story... and is it warm in here? Or is it me?)
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Date: 2010-08-09 07:11 pm (UTC)glad you liked it otherwise
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Date: 2010-08-09 07:45 pm (UTC)Believe me, it didn't ruin a thing, it just struck me as amusing -- **Pictured Roy being plastered to the barn wall faster than he can don his gloves and snap -- preferably by Riza**
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Date: 2010-08-09 07:47 pm (UTC)hahahaha roy might not mind
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Date: 2010-08-10 02:39 am (UTC)My!Ed's idea of romance is more like being sneaky behind her back and getting her good and annoyed with him and then surprising her with some trinket. haha Something like that anyway.
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Date: 2010-08-10 03:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-11 04:03 am (UTC)Winry grounded her hand against him more insistently.
Ground.
There were two more. This one really stood out.
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