Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Autumn Rain ❯ Part 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Full Metal Alchemist Fanfiction

 

Full Metal Alchemist © HIROMU ARAKAWA/SQUARE ENIX, MBS, ANX, BONES, Dentsu, CARTOON NETWORK (A Time Warner Company), ADULT SWIM, FUNimation Productions, Ltd.

 

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WARNINGS:

 

This fic may or may not contain spoilers for the entire series including, but not restricted to, Episodes 1 through 51 as well as the Special "Reflections". Random elements from the manga may or may not appear. The majority of this fic is based solely on the fansubs with occasional references to the North American dub.

 

The following fic contains lemon, lime, grapefruit and kumquat elements. In other words, citrus content is a major part of this fic.

 

Characters may appear randomly OOC. Established series facts may appear skewed, distorted or otherwise altered.

 

Mature content, language, situations, etc. are interspersed throughout this fic. If you don't like, don't read. If you're under the age of majority in your area, don't read. If you're easily offended by random WAFF and/or smut, don't read.

 

Typos, spelling errors (and/or alternate word spellings), grammatical errors, etc. may or may not appear.

 

Constructive Criticism is welcome, Flames are not.

 

Thank you for reading.

Chiruken

 

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-- Autumn Rain --

 

By: Chiruken

 

Part 1

 

 

There was a chill in the air that whispered of blustery winds and overcast skies. Winry Rockbell stared out the window at the dreary day outside and sighed heavily, pulling the thick and heavy comforter more tightly around her slender frame. She turned her face away from the dull grey scenery just outside her bedroom window and focused instead on the grainy pattern in the hardwood floor, fingers plucking idly at the frayed edges of the comfortably worn fabric of the blanket.

 

The house was so quiet it was almost eerie. Her grandmother had decided to take an extended vacation while Alphonse was away on another mission for the military, leaving Winry home alone. She sighed again, wondering where Ed had disappeared to. She hadn't seen him in nearly a month…not since the day after their passionate night by the pond. If she was anyone else, she would've immediately jumped to all the wrong conclusions. It was lucky for Edward Elric that she wasn't just anyone else or he'd be receiving a sound beating the next time he showed his face around the Rockbell Auto-Mail Shop.

 

She snorted softly and shook her head. Regardless of his reasons for doing so, he'd still left. Sure, he'd left her a letter…well, a note, really, since it consisted of less than five lines. The end result was that he was gone and there was no indication of when he'd be returning. She hated to admit it, but she couldn't help but feel doubts in the wake of his sudden departure. She really wished he'd return home just so she could reassure herself that he didn't regret their night together. The thought did occur to her that maybe he was afraid of the same thing…that she regretted what they'd done. “Stupid…” She muttered under her breath with a frown drawing her lips downwards into a pout. If that was what was keeping him away, she intended to give him a piece of her mind when he got back…and then ravish him thoroughly just so there weren't any doubts left.

 

Stretching her arms above her head languidly, she shivered as the chill in the air raised gooseflesh along her bare arms. Stifling a wide yawn, she kicked the warm covers off her body and stood slowly, wincing as her feet came into contact with the cold floor. Yelping at the sudden chill invading her body, she hopped around, rubbing her hands over her arms vigorously as she scanned the jumbled piles littering her bedroom floor, searching for the one containing her robe. With a huff of annoyance, she finally gave up on her search and scurried out of the room and down the hall, intent on getting into the bathroom as fast as she could where she planned on running a nice hot bath to chase away the chill from her flesh.

 

Skidding to a halt in her mad dash down the hall she made a fist with her right hand and slammed it into her left palm before turning on her heel and hurrying back to her bedroom. Quickly scanning the shelves, her eyes lit up when she spotted the object she was searching for. Pushing a conveniently placed stool closer to the heavily laden shelves by her bed, she stepped up and stood on tiptoe, reaching above her head to the topmost shelf. Grinning widely, she lifted the radio from the boards gingerly and hugged it to her chest before yelping at the cold contact against her bare flesh. Cursing softly under her breath, she hopped down to the floor and returned to the bathroom, frowning in concentration as she first switched the radio on and then proceeded to tune it into a station with the least amount of static.

 

Humming softly along with the music issuing forth from the tiny speaker…and studiously ignoring the faint pops and hisses that accompanied it…she bent over the tub, hips swaying gently in time with the soft strains of the romantic ballad. Letting the stream of water flow over her hand, she smiled contentedly at the temperature before reaching blindly to the side, searching for the knob to the old and worn cupboard, an ugly piece of furniture her grandfather had built for Pinako when they'd first gotten married. A slight frown marred her features as her humming dissolved into an annoyed grunt when the wooden door stuck and refused to open. Quickly wiping her hands on a fluffy white towel, she turned her full attention to her new nemesis, the cupboard door. Bracing her feet against the wall, she grabbed hold of the handle with both hands and tugged until with an irritating squeak it finally swung open. Panting slightly from the small battle, she raised one eyebrow challengingly while her lips twitched upwards into a grin as she silently vowed to someday attack the recalcitrant cupboard with a planer and can of oil.

 

Shifting into a crouch, she peered into the cupboard, searching the small shelves until finally spotting the small bottle of aromatic oil that she'd been searching for. Pulling out the cork, she inhaled the gentle fragrance with a sigh. Returning to the half-full tub, she poured a small amount of the sweet-smelling oil into the steady stream of steaming water, closing her eyes in with another blissful sigh as the scent of cherry blossoms permeated the air. Feeling decadent, she stood and swayed in time with the music, reaching up and pulling the tie from her hair. Running her fingers through the long blonde tresses, she closed her eyes, head tilted back as she hummed softly along with the music filling the steam-filled room. Bending forward, she twisted the taps and paused, listening to the dripping of the water accompanying the swelling strains of the waltz playing on the radio. Straightening once again, she wrapped her arms around herself and slowly twirled around the small room gracefully until finally the music ended. Slowly opening her eyes, she stared at her reflection in the fogged mirror for a moment before smiling dreamily and returning to the tub.

 

Pausing for a moment, she turned up the radio before stepping into the tub. Sinking into the warmth of the water, she sighed and leaned back, feeling all the tension melt away from her muscles. Draping one slender arm over the edge of the tub, she reached blindly for the wash cloth she'd careless dropped to the floor earlier. A small triumphant smile curved her lips upwards when her fingers wrapped around the soft fabric. Dipping the cloth into the water, she slowly ran it over her arms and shoulders, eyes still closed as she allowed her thoughts to drift where they will, not lingering on any one thing for more than a moment before moving on. Gracefully lifting one leg from the water, she leaned forward and ran the cloth over her calf, under her knee and around her thigh.

 

After repeating the process with the other leg, she dropped the cloth into the water with a soft splash and leaned back against the curve of the tub. Slowly sliding down until the water touched her chin, she drew in a quick breath before submerging her head under the water. Gradually releasing her breath, she suppressed a giggle as the tiny bubbles tickled her eyelids. Slowly opening her eyes, she squinted and reached up to brush her hair out of her face. Suddenly her eyes widened and the air left her lungs in a whoosh, a choked sound emerging as she flailed against the smooth sides of the tub in a panic as a distorted figured appeared above her.

 

She fought desperately against the hands that grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her up, coughing and spluttering as she choked on the water she'd inadvertently inhaled. Opening her mouth to scream, she squeaked in alarm when her lips were claimed in a fierce, demanding kiss, literally stealing what little breath she had away. Twisting her body, she managed to free one of her arms. Closing her hand into a fist, she thumped her assailant ineffectually against the shoulder, her cry of pain muffled by the lips still covering her own. Jerking her head to the side, she gulped in several gasping breaths of air. Gritting her teeth, she turned a furious glare back to her sudden and rather unexpected companion. “Edward Elric!” She shrieked in growing fury. “What the hell do you think you're doing?! Trying to kill me?!” She shoved against his chest and rose from the water to tower over his sprawled form. Pointing an accusing finger at him, water dripping from her bare arm to the floor, she glared with all the indignant anger she could muster. “You damn near drowned me, you jerk!” She huffed for a moment before lowering her arm. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself?”

 

Looking up at her with a sheepish smile, twinkling golden eyes betraying his mirth, he tried to adopt a contrite expression and failed miserably. Coughing slightly to cover the laughter trying to work its way out, he cleared his throat. “Um…hi.” He shrugged and spread his hands out to his sides. “I'm…er…home.” He finished rather lamely.

 

Winry's eyes narrowed and she held out her hand stiffly. “Towel.” She growled. “Now.” She ground her teeth together and pointed towards the door. “Then out.”

 

“Awww…but Winry…” He began in a cajoling tone only to bite of the rest of his words after one look into her furious blue eyes. If looks could kill, he decided, he'd be dead and buried judging by the expression she was currently wearing. “Um…yeah…I'll just wait in your bedroom…” Her eyes narrowed further, lips pressed tightly together into a thin line. “Ahh…I mean the kitchen…yeah, the kitchen.” Once again he cleared his throat. “Cocoa?” He offered hopefully.

 

“Just get out!” She shouted and was somewhat appeased to see him scramble for the door, slipping on the neatly folded towels and nearly sprawling flat out on the floor in his haste. Stepping out of the tub, she wrapped the towel he'd handed her around her body in sharp, angry movements, growling under her breath. “The nerve! Gone for a month, not a single word to let me know that he's even still alive, and then he shows up and nearly drowns me! Why I ought to…” Her words trailed off into another growl as she gripped a second towel tightly, wringing it viciously in her hands while envisioning that it wasn't a towel at all, but rather Edward.

 

Stalking down the hall, she clutched the edges of the towel tightly against her chest. A scowl marred her pretty features as she slammed the door to her bedroom closed hard enough it rattled on its hinges. She wasn't certain why she was so angry, after all she'd wanted to see Ed again almost desperately. Sighing heavily, her shoulders slumped as the anger drained out of her. This wasn't how she'd envisioned their reunion at all. In her mind, the scene had played out very differently during the nights she'd lain awake and missing him.

 

That night he'd gone to her out at the pond he'd awakened something inside of her that she was hard pressed to control. During the long nights she'd spent alone while waiting for his return her imagination had taken control of her, her mind conjuring images that left her hot and aching in ways she'd never imagined before her night of passion with Ed. The same images had followed her into her dreams as her mind replayed the moments she'd spent in his arms over and over. She'd awaken, moaning softly into the darkness of her room, the soft cotton of her white nightgown unbearable against her sensitive flesh.

 

Closing her eyes, she leaned back against the door, pressing the palm of her left hand against the hard surface as the other clutched at the towel wrapped around her slender form. Drawing in a shaky breath, she shifted uncomfortably as the previously soft and luxurious material of the towel rubbed against her hardening nipples, sensitizing them and making them ache. Even as angry as she was at him for startling her as he'd done, the knowledge that he was in the same house as her caused her body to react in the most delicious ways.

 

Slowly pushing away from the door, she tugged at the loose knot holding the towel close to her body. Allowing the material to fall to her feet, she shivered as the towel caught and held briefly at her breasts before slowly slipping free. Her head fell back with a throaty moan at the sensations of the soft fabric brushing against her tingling skin. She was beginning to regret banishing Edward to the kitchen downstairs. Tugging her full bottom lip between her teeth she slowly opened her eyes and stared sightlessly across the short distance separating her from the bed.

 

Pursing her lips thoughtfully, she glanced over her shoulder at the closed door, the beginnings of a devious plan forming in her mind. Reaching out with a shaking hand, she laughed breathlessly at the nervous tension taking hold of her body. Licking her lips, she pulled the door open, wincing slightly as it squeaked on the hinges. She made a mental note to oil the hinges later. Holding her breath, she poked her head out into the hall and looked toward the stairs. Tilting her head to the side, she frowned thoughtfully when she didn't see the soft glow of the light from the kitchen. This, she knew, could mean one of two things…either Ed had decided to sit in the dark while waiting for her, or he wasn't in the kitchen like he was supposed to be. Her lips twitched upwards into a smile. If she knew Edward Elric like she thought she did, she was fairly certain that he definitely wasn't in the kitchen…which meant he was lurking not too far from her bedroom. The question, of course, was where? Not in her room, obviously, unless he was hiding under the bed, which she couldn't envision him doing. Slowly she pulled her head back into the room and tapped her fingers against her lips thoughtfully. There really was only one place he would be, and that would be the bedroom he used when he was staying with them…the one next to her own. She grinned, a rather devious expression gracing her features, as she realized that her half-formed plan was going to work out quite nicely. She just hoped she didn't lose her nerve before she could implement it.

 

Knowing just how thin the walls were that separated the bedrooms, she made no effort to silence her footsteps as she crossed the room to her bed. Glancing one last time over her shoulder at the open door, she felt a blush working its way up her chest and into her face. What she was about to do could prove to be rather embarrassing, and she was infinitely grateful that Al and Granny Pinako weren't home. Drawing in a deep, calming breath, she allowed her body to fall onto the bed, smiling smugly when the springs creaked loudly beneath her weight. She wiggled around until she was positioned in the centre, pleased that the mattress was cooperating thus far and announcing her movements quite loudly.

 

Closing her eyes, she allowed her hands to drift lazily over her body, cupping her breasts and gently caressing her nipples into hardened peaks with the pads of her thumbs, a soft moan working its way passed her lips. Frowning slightly, she cleared her throat and licked her lips, and allowed herself moan louder this time. She silently reminded herself that she had no reason to remain silent, that in fact she had every reason to be as loud as she knew she could be. Slowly trailing the fingers of her right hand down across her flat stomach, she paused briefly and shifted again, the mattress squeaking beneath her weight. Pressing her palm flat against the apex of her thighs, she sucked in a sharp breath before parting her thighs with a loud, throaty moan and dipping her fingers within her folds to tease against the moistness she found there.

 

Shivering at the sensations assaulting her senses, she arched her back, lips parting as she cried out softly, eyes opening briefly when she thought she heard a thump followed by a hastily bit of curse on the other side of the wall. Releasing her breast, she lifted her hand and slammed her palm flat against the wall, crying out loudly as her other hand continued playing between her legs. Her hips lifted, back arching again, as she parted her thighs to allow better access. She ignored the feeling of acute embarrassment that tried to flood her at the thought of what she must look like, writhing in wanton abandon on her bed as she touched herself intimately, crying out with increasing volume.

 

Winry tossed her head to the side, breath escaping her in rapid pants as she bent her legs at the knees and planted her feet firmly against the mattress, her hips rising and falling in an instinctive rhythm, the mattress loud in her own ears as she whimpered and cried out her need. She became aware of an audience to her ministrations, a figure outlined in the doorway to her room, hands braced against the doorframe. She allowed her legs to fall open more, knowing that he had a direct view from his position of every movement of her fingers against herself. She wondered, briefly, what it was that he was waiting for, why he was still standing in the doorway, gripping the frame tight enough she thought she heard the wood groan in protest under his auto-mail hand.

 

She gasped and jumped, her hand stilling between her legs as a loud clap of thunder reverberated through the room. Her eyes snapped open and she flinched when the room was suddenly illuminated by a sharp flash of lightning. She became aware of the steady thrum of rain hitting the roof and shivered. She hated storms. They terrified her. Talk about a mood killer. She thought with a grimace. At the next crack of thunder, her hands gripped the quilt beneath her tight enough her knuckles turned white, eliciting a soft whimper from between her lips. She heard Ed groan softly, followed immediately by the soft creak of floorboards as he entered the room. She squeezed her eyes shut tight when the lightning flashed again.

 

She felt the mattress dip beneath his weight and shivered when he touched her hand fisted into the soft material at her side, gently stroking her fingers, urging her to release her death grip. The mattress dipped a bit more, shifting her weight towards him and she felt his breath stir the tendrils of hair near her ear. “Don't stop.” He whispered huskily as he lifted her hand and returned it between her legs. “Keep going.” He pressed his fingers against hers, urging her to move once again in the seductive rhythm she'd begun before she became aware of the storm raging outside her home.

 

“B-but…” She began in a breathy whisper, her protest feeble in her own ears as her fingers seemed to take on a mind of their own and obeyed his softly spoken command. She jumped, whimpering softly at the next sharp crack of thunder, snuggling against the security his presence offered, turning her face into his shoulder and shuddering with a soft moan when lightning slashed across the sky and illuminated her bedroom with a brief moment of white light. “The storm…” She mumbled against his shoulder, lips brushing against the warmth of his flesh and tingling from the contact.

 

She felt his lips brush against her temple briefly as his right hand moved gently over her hair in a comforting gesture. “Still afraid of storms, Winry?” He murmured gently, releasing her hand to trace soothing patterns over her hip and across her stomach, causing gooseflesh to rise from the soft, fleeting caresses. She nodded against him, trembling from the contrasting sensations of deep-seated fear the storm engendered within her and the deliciously tantalizing touch of his fingertips against her sensitized flesh. She heard him sigh deeply as he shifted, wrapping his arms around her, the auto-mail chilling her skin while his left arm created a band of heat around her where it rested just beneath her breasts. “Remember when we were kids?” He began in a gentle, soothing tone, pausing for a moment until she nodded. “You used to come stay with us…” His voice trailed off as he seemingly lost himself in the memories. “Remember what you'd do whenever there was a storm?”

 

She nodded slowly, a soft smile curving her lips upwards at the memory. “Yeah…I'd climb into bed with you.” She whispered, tilting her head to place a soft kiss against his chin. She drew in a deep, calming breath and pulled away from him to sit up. Wincing at the next harsh growl of thunder she leaned forward and peered down into his shadowed features. “You grumbled about it every time, too…used to tell me to go back to my own bed `cause I hogged all the blankets.” She pouted a little and traced her fingers over his jaw.

 

“I never sent you away, Winry.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down across his chest, hugging her close to him. “And I won't now.”

 

She snorted lightly. “That's good…” She gently tugged on his hair and laughed softly. “Because this is my bed, you know.”

 

He remained silent for a while, seemingly content to hold her close. After several long moments of comfortable silence where they listened to the rain pattering against the roof and the thunder eventually died away into the distance he finally cleared his throat. “Um…Winry…” He began hesitantly, his arms tightening around her as he shifted slightly, the mattress creaking softly beneath them. “About earlier…” Slowly he smoothed his right hand down her back to cup her behind gently. “I want you to continue.”

 

One slender eyebrow rose as she felt a blush rush into her cheeks. “Excuse me?” She moved to sit up, but his left arm held her close against him, refusing to allow her escape. She pushed against his chest insistently until he finally, with obvious reluctance, allowed her to move away. She pushed her long hair out of her face and peered down at him for a long moment in silence before finally sucking in a sharp breath when she realized that he was serious. “You want me to do what?” She had her suspicions, but she wanted clarification on this matter just in case she was jumping to the wrong conclusions.

 

He rose up on his left elbow, right hand thrusting into her hair as he claimed her lips in a sweetly intense kiss that left her breathless and was all too brief for her liking. He released her and shifted, kneeling on his right knee before her while his left leg steadied him against the floor. He traced his fingers over her parted lips, leaning in closer, the light from the hall spilling in through the open door and casting soft light over his features, golden eyes filled with a heat that left her heart pounding and her breathing erratic. “I watched you, before…touching yourself, crying out in pleasure…I want to watch you again.”

 

Her eyes slid away from his steady gaze to rest against a point just over his shoulder. “I-I can't…” She began hesitantly, shaking her head slightly.

 

He frowned and grasped her chin gently, forcing her gaze back to his own. “Why not?”

 

“It's embarrassing.” She tried to turn away from him again and his fingers tightened against her jaw. She closed her eyes, willing the blush to leave her cheeks.

 

“Why? You did it before…” He paused and pressed his lips against her ear, lightly nipping her lobe before continuing in a husky whisper. “You knew I was watching…had it planned out that way, I think…” He trailed his lips lightly down from her ear, scraping his teeth against her neck, lips curving upwards into a wicked grin when she moaned softly, allowing her head to fall to the side to give him better access. “Do you know how erotic that is…watching you pleasure yourself and knowing that you were aware that my eyes were on you, knowing that you were putting a show on for me and me alone…” He pushed against her shoulders, urging her to fall back against the brightly coloured quilt spread across her bed. “Perform for me again, Winry.” He coaxed urgently, hands resting against her hips lightly as he leaned over her to brush his lips against hers in light, teasing caresses.

 

Winry's eyes slid closed on a soft sigh as she delighted in the feel of Ed's lips against her own. She made a soft sound of protest when he moved away and slowly opened her eyes again to stare up at him with a slight pout. Drawing in a shaky breath, she finally nodded. “A-all right.” She consented in a breathless whisper, feeling nervousness threaten to overwhelm her.

 

Ed shifted his weight off the mattress and moved to the end of the bed closest to the door. Winry licked her lips nervously, but positioned herself as she had been before the storm had interrupted her previous plans. Glancing at him anxiously, she smiled slightly when he knelt on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. She closed her eyes and settled herself more comfortably against the pillows, lifting her hands to gently cup the fullness of her breasts, the sound of the rain lulling her into a calm state as she listened to the sound of Ed's breathing. Brushing her thumbs over her nipples, she bit her lip gently as she felt them harden into peaks beneath her ministrations. Lightly squeezing the soft mounds before releasing them to smooth her hands down her body, arching her back off the mattress as her fingers made their way down to her flat stomach.

 

Lifting one slender leg, she ran the fingers of her left hand over the smooth flesh, before placing her foot flat against the soft quilt and trailing her fingers slowly back up her body to lightly tease her hardened nipple again. Parting her thighs slowly, she shyly dipped the fingers of her other hand into her intimate folds, drawing in a sharp breath at the teasing contact. She felt the mattress dip again and opened her eyes to see Ed had moved to a standing position. Darting her tongue out to moisten her lips, she allowed her eyes to slide closed again, parting her legs a little more, moaning softly as she felt her earlier arousal returning swiftly.

 

Her eyes snapped open when she heard the soft click close to her head and immediately squeezed them shut again when the sudden light from the bedside lamp hit them. “Ed?” She asked softly, questioningly. “What are you doing?” She started to rise, opening her eyes a little at a time as she adjusted to the light now filling the room.

 

He grinned down at her and smoothed his left hand over her hair before gently pushing her back down. “I couldn't see properly.” He explained simply before returning to his previous position at the foot of the bed, gesturing with his left hand towards her. “Go on.” He urged with a wider grin as he knelt at the foot of the bed once again.

 

Glancing uncertainly at the newly lit lamp one last time, she settled herself back against the pillows again and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the acute embarrassment she now felt at having herself fully exposed to his steady gaze. Drawing in a deep breath, she held it, willing the tension out of her body as she returned her hands to their previous positions, striving to rekindle the erotic atmosphere she'd been pulled into. Slowly releasing the pent up breath, she allowed her legs to part a little more, fully exposing herself to his scrutiny as she moved her fingers against herself intimately, a soft, shuddering sigh escaping her parted lips as the familiar shivers coursed up and down her spine.

 

Her lips parted on a shuddering sigh at his low, wordless sound of approval. Like so many nights over the last month she allowed herself to drift into an erotic fantasy, imagining that it was Ed's hands moving over her body, his touch sending delicious spirals of pleasure coursing through her body. Completely lost within the daydream she was spinning around herself, she almost missed the tell-tale movement of the mattress as he shifted. Choosing to ignore the distraction for the moment, she slowly trailed her fingers in feather-light touches from the hardened peak of her nipple up over her collar bone to trace the outline of her parted lips, a soft, needy moan emerging at the contact. Inserting her index finger into her mouth her lips pursed as she sucked lightly before removing her finger only to touch the tip of her tongue to the digit. Her lips curved upwards into a seductive smile as her eyes opened slowly when she heard his low groan. Looking down the length of her body, she fixed him with a sultry stare, blue eyes roaming freely over his bare chest, across his muscular abdomen and pausing at the waistband of his pants. Her lips turned down into a tiny pout when she noted that he was still clothed.

 

Tracing her lips with her still-damp finger, she met his eyes steadily, her breath catching at the heat smoldering his golden gaze. “Aren't you a little over-dressed, Ed?” She asked with a purr, slowly lowering her hand to fondle the rounded mounds of her breasts. She almost laughed when he nodded vigorously, hands immediately dropping to tug on his belt.

 

He pulled the leather free from around his waist and let it fall to the floor with a soft thud, leaning forward to brace his hands against the mattress, lips curving upwards into what Winry thought had to be the sexiest smile she'd ever seen. “Do that again.” He commanded softly. When she raised her eyebrow in silent inquiry, he straightened again and slowly undid the fasteners on his dark pants. “That thing with your finger.” He elaborated as the dark material slid slowly over his hips revealing his boxers previously hidden beneath.

 

She laughed huskily and slowly lifted her hand, teasingly brushing against the slender column of her throat before pausing on her chin. “You like that?” She whispered, tracing the outline of her full bottom lip with the tip of her forefinger.

 

He growled softly as he swiftly removed his boxers and lowered himself to the bed again. He nodded emphatically. “Hell yes, I like.” His gaze dropped immediately to her lips, his own parting slightly as she continued to lightly caress the area. “Winry…” He groaned and leaned forward, resting his hands on either side of her parted thighs. “You're teasing me.” He accused roughly as he pressed a heated kiss to the side of her knee.

 

“That's the idea.” She laughed again, removing her damp fingers from between her legs to press her hand palm flat against his shoulder and pushed him away with a quick shake of her head. “No touching…” Her blue eyes danced with wicked amusement at the look of surprise he shot her. “Yet.” She finished with a soft, feminine growl as she resettled herself against the pillows.

 

His expression turned frustrated as he sat back and frowned down at her. “If I can't touch you, then what the hell am I supposed to do?” His eyes were drawn to the apex of her thighs once again as she returned her fingers to her intimate folds to lightly caress herself, breath catching and releasing on a harsh groan. “That's like telling a starving man he can't eat at a banquet.”

 

Her brows drew together slightly in mock puzzlement. “You're a bright boy…I'm sure you can think of something to do to occupy yourself.”

 

His eyebrows rose in appreciative surprise. He cleared his throat and leaned back to regard her with a contemplative look in his golden eyes. “Well…there aren't many options left to me if I can't touch you.” His lips curved upwards into a wicked grin.

 

She lifted one bare shoulder in a nonchalant shrug. “Why don't you use your imagination, hmm?” His sudden laughter brought an answering grin to her lips.

 

“Winry Rockbell, I do believe you've been corrupted while I've been away.”

 

She smirked and slowly drew her finger into her mouth again. She watched in fascination as the laughter drained from his eyes to be replaced by the familiar fiery heat that set her body into tingling sensitized awareness. She knew he'd only tolerate her teasing for so long before he took the initiative and began making the demands. Her pulse sped up in anticipation, remembering the wild abandon he'd shown her the last time they'd made love. She'd longed for another taste of the passion he'd shown her since that night, but this time the experience was heightened by the heady illusion of control he was giving her. No longer was she plagued by doubts. She was secure in the knowledge that his heart belonged to her and her alone, just as hers belonged to him. The feeling of empowerment this gave her was addictive and she wanted to give as good as she got this time around.

 

She quickly pulled her hand away from her femininity and sat up. Ed blinked in surprise and scooted back from her to give her room, expression filled with questioning concern. “Is something wrong?” She frowned and pushed her hair back out of her face, shaking her head slowly. “Then…” He hesitated a moment before continuing. “Why'd you stop?” He was clearly puzzled by the sudden halt to what he obviously thought of as a rather enjoyable interlude.

 

She slipped off the edge of the mattress and smiled down at him reassuringly. “Nothing's wrong, Ed.” When his expression remained skeptical she rested her hands against his shoulders and bent forward to lightly press her lips against his in an all too brief caress. “I promise.” Her smile widened as he leaned toward her, obviously intent on stealing another kiss. She shook her head and pushed against his chest to hold him at bay. “Kissing constitutes touching.”

 

He pulled back with a frown. “Winry…” He began, voice taking on a slight warning tone that alerted her to his rapidly dwindling patience. Once again she offered him a reassuring smile and tugged on his arm, urging him to stand as well. Sighing softly, he complied, only to yelp in surprise when she shoved against his chest and he fell back onto the bed. “What the hell?!” He glared up at her in annoyance. “Wha---“ His question was abruptly cut off by her lips settling over his as she crawled into his lap and wrapped her arms around him. Any further protests seemed to disappear instantly as he in turn brought his arms up around her, pulling her closer and cradling the back of her head as he deepened the kiss.

 

Slowly, reluctantly, Winry disentangled herself and pulled away, breaking the kiss. She lightly tapped the tip of his nose playfully with a mischievous smile. “Now behave.” She winked when he scowled up at her, clearly becoming annoyed with her teasing. She leaned close again and lightly blew against his ear, delighting in the way he shivered at the sensation. “Remember…” She whispered, lips barely brushing against his skin. She gently pushed his hands away when he reached for her hips to pull her against him again. “No touching.” She laughed huskily when he growled in frustration and nodded in approval when he returned his hands to his sides, closing them into fists against the quilt. She gently patted his head. “Good boy.”

 

Placing her hands against his shoulders, she slowly lowered her body until she was kneeling between his legs. Casting a sultry look up at him, she felt a brief shiver of apprehension run down her spine when she met his glittering golden gaze promising dark retribution for her merciless teasing in the very near future. Pressing her palms flat against his flesh, lightly massaging the tense muscles beneath her fingers, and gently drew her hands down over his arms, the cool feel of the auto-mail a striking contrast to the warmth of his left arm. Once she reached his hands she lightly caressed his knuckles before running her palms back up to his shoulders. Pausing for a moment, she lightly touched the tip of her tongue to her lips before slowly smoothing her hands down his chest. Once again she halted the light caresses to hold her hand over his heart, feeling it beat a rapid staccato against her palm, betraying the way her touch affected him. A half-smile tilted her lips upwards. She really didn't need confirmation by the racing of his pulse. The way his breath would hitch at every little touch, the way his muscles tensed as her hands moved over his bare flesh, the way his eyes filled with burning heat as he gazed down at her. No, she didn't need to feel the way his heartbeat accelerated to know that he desired her.

 

She leaned forward, pressing her lips against the hard planes of his chest, parting her lips to lightly tease his warm flesh with her tongue. She felt his muscles tense as he sucked in a sharp breath and held it. Slowly she drew her hands down across his stomach, lowering her head to follow, trailing enticing licks and nips along the way. She moved her hands in caressing circles lower until they reached his thighs, where she paused and looked up slowly, meeting his impassioned gaze shyly. She was at the end of her bravado. From here on out, she really had no idea what it was that she was doing. She licked her lips nervously and lowered her gaze once again. Drawing in a quick breath she reached forward with her right hand and touched her forefinger against the tip of his arousal, eliciting an immediate and rather startling reaction that ended with her sprawled in an ungraceful heap on the floor at his feet and staring up at him in shock.

 

Winry squeaked in surprise when he reached down and grasped her upper arms to lift her to her feet. She didn't have time to catch her breath before she was pulled into a crushing embrace, his lips finding her own for a hard, demanding kiss. She pressed her palms flat against his chest and pushed against him. She was taken aback when he did release her. She took a cautious step back and paused, tilting her head to the side to regard him nervously. His eyes were closed tightly, lips pressed together into a tight line. She lowered her gaze and felt a moment of guilt when she saw that his hands were closed into tight, white-knuckled fists at his sides. “Winry…” He began with a harsh groan. “No more teasing.”

 

She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth before sighing softly. “Not even a little?” She asked softly, smiling at him beguilingly when he opened his eyes to stare at her in disbelief. “Please?” She rested her hand against his chest again and lightly pushed, silently urging him to sit for a second time. He reached up and placed his right hand over hers and held her hand in place as he slowly lowered himself to the edge of the bed in compliance with her softly spoken request. She brushed her lips against his in a gentle caress, silently thanking him for allowing her to continue as she pleased…at least for the time being.

 

“You're a wicked woman, Winry.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down until she was straddling him. “Maybe that's why I love you so much.” He gently nipped at the side of her neck and smiled when her head fell to the side to give him better access. “But if you keep teasing me like this…” He lightly bit her shoulder causing her to squirm against him. “I won't be held accountable for my methods of retaliation.”

 

She shivered and rocked against him lightly, enjoying the contact of bare flesh against her own. She lowered her head to moan near his ear as his hands moved down her back to cup her backside, pulling her even closer still. “I want it all.” She whispered throatily, rocking against him more urgently as she felt his hardness pressed against her intimate heat. “But…” She continued as she pushed against his shoulders, urging him to fall back against the mattress. “I want to play some more.” She bent over him and teasingly licked at his collar bone. “Let me play some more.” She whispered against his chest before lifting her gaze to his once more.

 

He allowed his arms to fall away from her, stretched out to his sides and pressing his palms flat against the mattress before his hands curled into fists against the quilt. “Play…” He muttered hoarsely and shook his head slightly with a tight smile. “Do you have any idea how difficult this is, Winry? Any idea how much I want you right now?” He shook his head again, reaching up to press his fingers against her lips to silence her as she opened her mouth to answer. “I'm yours to do with as you will…” He slowly trailed his fingers down over her throat to lightly squeeze her breast before allowing his hand to fall to his side again. “For now we will play by your rules…but later…” He paused as if to ascertain that she understood the depth of his seriousness at the moment. “We will play by mine.” She nodded slowly, agreeing to his condition. “Just remember, Winry…” He paused dramatically and when she tilted her head to the side questioningly his lips curved into a wickedly sensual grin, golden eyes smoldering with dark promise. “My rules are not nearly so innocent or playful as yours. So…are you absolutely certain this is what you want?”

 

She stretched out on top of him and pressed her lips against his throat, the rapidly beating pulse strong and reassuring despite the small niggling doubt floating in the back of her mind. She hadn't forgotten her brief moments of panic the month before out by the pond. Though they had been short-lived, she knew her momentary fears had hurt Edward…even if he never admitted it. “I'm sure.” She whispered, her lips brushing against the warmth of his skin. “I trust you, Ed.” She added, lifting her head to meet his gaze directly so he could see the truth behind the words. When he nodded with a soft smile, she returned it briefly before ducking her head to trail kisses across his chest and down, her hands tracing lazy patterns over his stomach.

 

He lifted his right hand and lightly cupped the back of her head. “I want to touch you…” He murmured softly, slowly running his fingers through the blonde locks. He drew in a sharp breath when her fingers lightly brushed against his arousal. “Touch you in ways you've never imagined…” He withdrew his fingers from her hair, closing his hand into a fist and growling his approval as her slender fingers wrapped around the length of his hardness. “I want to hear you…” He gasped, his breath catching in his throat as her hand moved in slow, sensual strokes, caressing him teasingly. “Beg for more…” He continued, voice strained as he clenched his fist in the bedcovers beneath him. “I want to he---” A tremor coursed over his body as she dipped her head down, her breath lightly fanning against his hardened flesh, his words stuttering to a halt as the air left his lungs in a whoosh. “H-hear you scream in pleasure…” He halted his faltering whispers of erotic promises.

 

Winry smiled in satisfaction, allowing her eyes to slide closed as she touched the tip of her tongue against his arousal tentatively. She wasn't entirely certain if she was doing the right thing, but ever since he'd kissed her so intimately, she'd imagined returning the favour some day. She fought down the urge to laugh as she realized that `some day' had finally arrived…and judging by his reactions, he wasn't adverse to her little experiment. Hesitating only for a moment, she parted her lips and slowly lowered her head, taking his hardness into her mouth briefly before pulling back again. The heavy weight of his auto-mail hand thrusting into her hair drew her attention and she blinked in surprise as he exerted gentle pressure, urging her head back to its previous position.

 

“Winry…” Her name emerged on a low, needy moan as he reached down with his left hand, lightly brushing his knuckles against her cheek. “I-I need…” She brushed her lips against him again and she could hear his breath catch before starting up again irregularly. “Touch me…” He whispered hoarsely, pressing against the back of her head a little more forcefully. “Taste me…” Another harsh groan and his hand tightened against her hair. He shifted restlessly on the bed before withdrawing his left hand and rising up to look down at her. “You tease me …you flirt with me…” He accused hoarsely as she met his gaze uncertainly, breath fanning against his flesh and lips lightly brushing the tip of his arousal teasingly. “Just do it already!” She jumped slightly at the suddenly shouted harsh command. He threw his head back and moaned loudly when she engulfed his length within the moist heat of her mouth.

 

She felt a surge of empowerment infuse her as his head fell back with another groan, the hand in her hair closing into a fist against the blonde strands entangled in his fingers as he shifted restlessly beneath her ministrations. His taste, she decided, fit him perfectly. Bitter, with a hint of salty tears, and something she couldn't find a name for to properly explain it…something dark and mysterious, forbidden. She couldn't say she actually liked it, but it was so infinitely Edward that she felt an almost insatiable need for more. Addictive, that was what the only word she could use to describe her reaction to the experience. She resisted the urge to close her eyes and watched, instead, the play of emotions visible in his expression. He was, in a word, beautiful in his abandon. There was no other way to express it.

 

She reached up and pushed against his wrist, silently demanding that he release her. For a moment, she thought he'd refuse, but then, slowly, his fingers unclenched and his hand fell away to rest against his hip instead. She lifted her head, teasingly flicking her tongue over the tip of his arousal before pulling away completely and sitting up. She laughed breathlessly at his pout of disappointment, his displeasure that she stopped apparent in the way his golden eyes flashed, yet he remained true to his word and allowed her to do as she wished. She rested her hands against his stomach, palms flat, and moved them in slow caresses up to his chest, lightly kneading the taut muscles. Shifting her weight, she straddled his hips and rocked against him suggestively, eyes sliding closed at the delicious friction her movements caused. Lowering her head, she pressed her lips against his chest, tongue darting out to tease his flesh.

 

His hands came up to cup her backside, moving beneath her impatiently as he lifted his hips to increase the sensuous friction being generated between their bodies. “You're…a shameless…tease…” He gasped out as she wriggled her hips against him, lifting her body until only the barest of contact remained. His hands tightened against her slender waist, bringing down once again as he thrust against her.

 

She leaned forward, and rocked against him faster, her breasts brushing against his chest and sending tingles rocketing up and down her spine from the sensation. She lightly nipped at his ear lobe before drawing it into her mouth briefly. “Mmm…maybe…” She murmured softly, lightly blowing into his ear and delighting at the way his hands clenched almost painfully against her hips and a shudder coursed through his body beneath her. “But you like it.” Her tongue darted out to trace against the shell of his ear before she moved her attention elsewhere, placing moist, open-mouthed kisses against his neck and shoulder. She grinned and lifted her head to trace her tongue over his bottom lip before gently nipping it. “Admit it.”

 

“Winry…” His tone held a faint hint of warning as he growled her name. She slowly pulled back and lowered her head to nip at the side of his neck, earning a startled yelp before she soothed the area with slow, sensuous sweeps of her tongue. Sitting up she gazed down at him with a mischievous smile before reaching back and tugging on his wrists, pulling his hands away from her and positioning them above his head against the mattress. He looked at her curiously. “What are you up to now?” He murmured thoughtfully as she shifted her body until she was sitting on his stomach rather than straddling his hips.

 

Sitting up straight, she lifted her hands to cup the fullness of her breasts, brushing the pads of her thumbs over the sensitive peaks of her nipples. “Remember…” Her eyes closed momentarily as she shivered in pleasure at the contact of her hands against her aroused flesh. “You promised…” She continued in a breathless whisper. Slowly she opened her eyes. “No touching.” He nodded once, eyes following the movements of her hands as she moved them down her body in slow, sensuous circles until she reached her flat stomach. She paused for a moment before continuing, moving her hands from her body to his, running her palms up his chest and leaning forward to capture his lips in a brief kiss. She shifted a little more, adjusting the position of her body over his until she was satisfied. Straightening once again, she smoothed her palms back down his chest until she reached her parted thighs, caressing his warm flesh where it brushed against her own.

 

Leaning back, she placed one hand against his muscular thigh, arching her back and allowing her hair to brush enticingly against his hardness earning a shuddering intake of breath and throaty moan for her efforts from the man beneath her. Tilting her head forward, she met his smoldering golden gaze directly, lips tilted up at the corners into a mysterious, sensual smile. She watched as his gaze shifted down, following the movement of her hand as she slowly drew it up her body, pausing to trace lazy, feather-light touches around her breasts before lightly rubbing against her nipples. Her mouth went dry at the way his attention seemed fixate on the movements of her fingers and she wondered what he was currently thinking, but opted to not ask at the moment. Continuing the lazy path up her body, she trailed her fingers up her throat, passed her jaw and paused once again when she reached her mouth. His eyes flicked back to hers briefly before returning to her fingers and she traced the outline of her lips, parting them on a soft sigh. Touching the tip of her tongue to her bottom lip, she slowly traced her fingertips through the moisture, spreading it along her full lip before drawing the digit into her mouth.

 

“Ahh…” He breathed softly, his approval clear to see in the way his eyes darkened. “The finger thing.” His hands closed into fists where they rested above his head, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each inhale and exhale he took. “I like the finger thing.” He murmured with a grin.

 

“So I've noticed.” Winry laughed lightly as she removed her damp finger from her mouth and lowered her hand to the apex of her thighs. Watching as the laughter drained from his eyes, replaced by a burning look that left her breathless and squirming against him at the erotic promises reflected in his golden gaze, she pressed her fingers against her feminine folds. “What else do you like, Ed?” She whispered breathlessly as he stared intently at her fingers where they gently caressed her intimately.

 

His hands clenched and unclenched above his head a few times before he finally tore his gaze away from the erotic performance she was giving him. “I like that.” He gestured with his chin towards her parted thighs where her fingers were moving faster as she gasped and moaned softly above him. He paused for a moment with a slight frown drawing his brows together as if in deep thought. “A lot.” He finally added, frown melting into a wicked grin that stole her breath and made her pulse flutter frantically against her throat.

 

The hand resting against his thigh closed into a fist as she withdrew her fingers and lifted her hand to touch the tip of her tongue against the moist digits. She felt his muscles tense beneath her and paused for a moment, holding her breath as she waited to see what Ed would do. When he settled again, lips parting to draw in a ragged breath, she smiled and reached down to trace his lips with her fingers, moaning softly when he drew them into his mouth, tongue playing against the digits erotically. She couldn't help but wonder, just for a moment, just who exactly was in control of the situation…her…or the man gazing up at her with smoldering golden eyes glittering with barely leashed hunger. She leaned forward, removing her fingers and replacing them with her mouth. She shivered as he kissed her, lips hungry and demanding, before she quickly pulled away. “Ed…” She breathed his name with a soft moan, before flattening her palms against his chest and shifting her weight back until she straddled his legs again.

 

“Touch me, Winry.” He commanded softly, reaching down to thrust his fingers into her hair. She winced slightly when he tugged, urging her to lower her head to where he wanted and once again she wondered if the seeming control he'd relinquished to her was merely an illusion. “I like that, too.” She licked her lips and pursed them to lightly blow against his arousal, smiling wickedly when his muscles jumped. “You do realize…” He commented roughly, tone harsh with the obvious effort he was using to remain still beneath her. “That when this is over…” He sucked in a sharp breath when her tongue flicked out to tease the tip of his hardness. “It'll be your turn?”

 

She brought her head up abruptly, wincing when at the sharp pull against her scalp when his hand fisted in her hair. “What?”

 

She felt a shiver of apprehension course down her spine when she met his smoldering gaze. “Equivalent exchange, Winry…” When she only stared at him in disbelief he moved swiftly, abruptly sitting and pulling her head back to peer into her startled features hungrily. “Play time's over.” He growled, his lips brushing against hers briefly before he pulled back. “Do you know what I'm going to do to you?” She shook her head slightly, lips parting on a gasp when his left hand came to rest against her intimately. “I'm going to tease…” He stroked his fingers against her drawing a soft moan from her parted lips. “And tease…” His fingers dipped into her briefly before withdrawing again. “And tease…” His hand came up and he pressed his fingers against her lips, tracing the fullness lightly with the damp digits. “Just like you teased me, merciless little vixen that you are.”

 

 

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To Be Continued…

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