Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ I Sense You Here ❯ Sound ( Chapter 2 )

Sound

 

Alphonse Elric's laughter tinkled like bells over the hills of Resembool accompanied in harmony by the outraged cursing of his older brother. It was a sound that had not been heard in the quiet mountain village for many years and Winry couldn't contain her own chuckles when she looked up from her automail sketches and discovered what all of the commotion was about.

Al was perched on a large flat stone in the little river, his feet dangling in the cool water. It had been about six weeks since the Elric brother's had returned from Central, their quest complete and their bodies restored. Being back in his hometown seemed to grant Al a great boost of strength. When he had first arrived he had been unable to walk, relying on Ed to get him where they needed to go. Like his older brother, however, Al was proving to be quick to recover, now able to take short tentative steps if the distance was not too great, like a newborn fawn.

Ed and Winry were with Al every step of the way, encouraging his physical therapy. It was why they were at the river on the first warm day of early summer. The buoyancy of Al's body in the water would make it possible for the fifteen year old stretch and use muscles that he was still too weak to focus on during his normal therapy. After about an hour of exercising with his brother, Al had decided that he would rather sun bathe on the large flat rock while Ed tried to catch their lunch.

The most Ed had managed to do, however, was to get himself bit by a fish. Enraged at the animal's audacity, Ed proceeded to splash after the fish, making a spectacle of himself much to Al's delight. The boy was laughing so hard that his face was horribly blotched and he was holding his stomach to ease the pain of his uproarious chortles.

“Here, Brother.” Al insisted jovially, holding out a hand and indicating that he wanted the rod Ed had been using to fish. Stomping towards his younger brother, Ed practically threw the stick into Al's lap.

“It's impossible!” Ed roared.

“No it's not. Go on the shore with Winry and I'll catch lunch.” Al instructed.

“And just what makes you think you'll catch anything?” Ed demanded.

“Because I was always better at this than you.” Al answered as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. He couldn't help chuckling at Ed's irritated expression, nor did he miss the words `get you back' as Ed wadded towards the shore, hefting himself out of the river and plodding over to the blanket that Winry had spread out and was currently lounging on.

“Move over.” Ed demanded as he collapsed beside her.

Winry heard her breath catch as she looked down at Ed. He was stretching out beside her in nothing but his boxer shorts, letting the sun warm his damp skin. Winry gulped unable to help the flood of torrid sexual fantasies that attacked her overactive imagination.

Ed had a fabulously flawless body.

It hadn't taken Ed very long to build up the muscles of his restored arm and leg. To look at him now, defined bicep and sinewy calf, one would never know he had been deprived of the limbs for five years. They were sleek and strong and balanced his body out quite nicely.

It wasn't just his arms and legs, though.

Winry had seen Ed in various states of undress all of her life. She had seen him with his shirt off, in his underwear, even naked. She was so used to seeing his body that it had never occurred to Winry to actually stop and look at Ed when all of his skin was bared before her.

This situation was so very different from ones in the past.

They weren't in the workshop, or a hospital or in the operating room. They were outside on a sunny afternoon, enjoying each other's company, and Ed was right there looking sexy as hell as he pushed his arms over his head, letting out a contented sigh as the bones cracked and the muscles tightened. Winry began to chastise herself for never taking the time to appreciate just how much Ed had grown...to admire how much of a man he had become.

Now she was taking all of the time that a lazy afternoon provided, her eyes hungrily roving over Ed's chest, the pectorals smooth and firm with the lightest dusting of blond hairs curling in the centre, his nipples dark and erect as the cool breeze chilled them, his abdomen contracting as he took in breath after breath, another trail of blond hairs leading away from his bellybutton and disappearing into his boxer shorts…

And he was wet…very, very, tantalizingly wet.

Winry had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep the pained groan that was building up at the back of her throat safely behind her tightly closed lips.

He was gorgeous!

He was laying beside her, his body nothing but a valley of muscle and taut tanned skin with water droplets glistening in the sunlight, his eyes closed in complete relaxation and his lips pressed in a cocky grin…the idiot was just asking to get his bones jumped!

Winry was not ignorant, but she had never quite understood the expression `sex on legs' until this very moment as she appraised Ed with the eye, not of a young girl, but of a young woman whose body was very aware of another, masculine body beside her.

In that moment, Winry came to a reality-shattering epiphany.

She wanted Edward Elric.

She wanted him so badly that she found herself leaning towards him, lips pursed, fingers itching to touch that distracting chest and discover if the skin was as soft as it looked and holding her breath as she came closer and closer to Ed's lips.

She was a hair's breath away when Ed's golden eyes suddenly snapped open, boring into her half-lidded blue ones with questioning accusation.

“Winry! What the hell are you doing?!” he asked. Though the words thundered in both of their ears, Ed had merely whispered them through a gasp, his sweet smelling breath brushing through Winry's bangs.

The young woman was stunned and terribly irritated.

She wasn't upset that she had been caught in the act, but she was furious that she had allowed herself to get carried away with her feelings. True, she loved Ed and did want to be with him but she had no idea how the temperamental genius alchemist felt about her and really, Al was only ten feet away fishing off a rock.

“Idiot.” Winry scolded herself softly.

So much had been happening in the last year that she'd never really had the time or inclination to work out her feelings. She knew she loved Ed but had never once considered that lust might be part of the package. In the last six weeks that the brothers had been living with Winry and her grandmother the young mechanic felt as if she was in a constant state of fever whenever Ed was in the same room with her. She had suspected an onslaught of hormones, which was normal, but not this consuming fire that made her want to moan in frustration.

Love was easy.

Lust sucked.

Quickly returning to her sitting position and hiding her face in her sketch book, Winry refused to look at Edward until she regained control of her traitorous body.

Ed stared up at his friend, his golden eyes blinking incessantly as he tried in vain to process what had almost happened. His brain, however, had completely shut down, only replaying the image of Winry hovering over him, her lips almost touching his…

When it came to alchemy, Edward Elric was the best. In mere seconds he could break down complex matter into its elemental forms, reconfigure them in his head and rebuild them to his desires. It was second nature to Ed and he felt comfortable in his knowledge and skill. Little frightened him and whenever faced with a challenge Ed dove in head first.

Women, on the other hand, terrified Ed and none frightened him more than the lithe blond sitting next to him. Hawkeye might be able to read him better than most and Teacher might be able to beat him into a pulp, but neither of those women caused Ed's breath to catch or his skin to flush or his heart to nearly beat out of his chest. Only Winry could do that to him, and her stunt from moments ago left Ed feeling helpless and confused, emotions which he really hated.

Ed also hated the tightness that attacked him every time Winry was near, and he was feeling that annoying constraint as he looked at his childhood friend with wide, curious eyes. She was sitting beside him, her face buried in a book, wearing nothing but a sleeveless pink top and those damn denim cutoffs that showed off so much leg that Ed had to restrain himself from simply drooling on the spot.

The girl had no idea the affect she had on him. While Ed may have been greatly occupied over the last several years with one personal agenda after another, Winry had always been there in the back of his mind, reminding him of why he tried so hard.

All of his efforts led back to her.

Ed had decided six weeks ago that, now that his quest was complete and he had left the military, that it was the perfect time to let his feelings for Winry be known. The trouble was that most people knew how he felt about Winry, except for the blond mechanic herself, and actually telling her was proving to be more difficult than fighting a homunculus.

Ed was a man of action, not a man of pretty words like a certain bastard President Asshole, and so the sixteen year old was left with the difficult task of showing Winry how he felt about her. Unfortunately, bringing her dinner in her workshop, taking Den for walks and alchemizing floral crowns for her were proving to do little in informing Winry of Ed's affection.

He would have to be more daring.

Winry's face was still safely concealed by her sketch book, her mind not on the mock blueprints of an automail hipbone, but entirely focused on the boy beside her. Winry's senses were in such a state of sensitive overdrive that she nearly fainted when two legs came around her, flanking her body and keeping her secured before a hard body.

“Ed?” she squeaked, not trusting herself to actually turn around and face him.

“Hold still.” he ordered as he raised his hands until his fingers were pressing firmly into Winry's shoulders, hoping that she didn't notice how he was trembling. Winry, meanwhile, was hoping Ed hadn't noticed the shudder that shook her body when his still damp hands touched her warm skin.

She dropped her sketchbook.

“Ed, what are you doing?” Winry asked breathlessly as her friend's strong fingers began to press and mould her skin. She knew exactly what it was Ed was doing, but she needed to hear him say it to know that she wasn't hallucinating.

“I'm giving you a massage.” he answered quietly, focusing all of his concentration into the way his fingers played across her skin, taking note of any knot that needed to be worked. “I figured you could use it.”

Winry gritted her teeth, wishing she had the courage to tell Ed that his massage was actually making her even more tense. All she could think about was the fact that Ed was touching her. It wasn't a hug or a pat on the back or even the comforting weight of his large palm on the crown of her head. It was his fingers, calloused and rough, with the power to perform alchemy with the mere touch of tip to tip, working at the stress in her neck and shoulders, diligently seeking to relax her.

She wished his fingers would massage her in other places.

That single thought was the last straw.

Winry could no longer contain it, and with rushed vivid fantasies of Ed and fingers and skin and lips assaulting her imagination, she let loose a moan that shook her body to its core and caused Ed to halt his ministrations.

Ed was stunned and more than a little aroused by the sensual mewling that escaped from Winry, his ears memorizing the sound and his mind imprinting just what it was he had done that made Winry make that lovely sound. It was inspiring, though what the moan had inspired left Ed blushing like a fool as he tried to continue with the massage as if he was not consumed by the sounds Winry was making.

A groan.

A sigh.

A soft mewling that reminded him of a purring cat…

And then she reclined, her body falling against him, trapping his hands between his chest and her back, her head coming to rest on his shoulder, her face turning in to nuzzle his neck.

Ed was frozen, so unsure of what to do that he simply sat there and let Winry rest against him.

She sighed loudly, her breath tickling his skin, the sound making his body tense and burn.

“Thanks Ed.” she whispered, maneuvering herself so that she fitted more comfortably against him. Ed croaked a reply, his ears ringing with the beat of his own heart and the distant tinkling laughter of Alphonse.