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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 containslemon, 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. areinterspersed throughout this fic. If you don't like, don't read. If you're undertheageof 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

 

 

 

 

--Summer Heat--

By: Chiruken

 

 

It was one of those hot, lazy summer nights where the humidity turned the air sensuous and heavy. The crickets chirruped a soft melody in accompaniment to the twinkling of the stars winking in the velvety black expanse of the sky, illuminating the countryside with a soft, ethereal glow. The heat was enough to drive Edward Elric, State Alchemist, to distraction. The auto-mail seemed to draw the heat in and hold it, causing the rest of his body to feel as if it were on the verge of overheating at any moment. Running the fingers of his left hand through his damp bangs, he sighed heavily and swung his legs over the edge of his bed until his feet rested against the floorboards. Even the normally cool wood was warm to the touch, he realized with disgust.

 

Standing in one fluid motion, he pulled his damp shirt over his head and swiped at the sweat beading his skin before tossing it across the room into a corner. Now dressed in only his blue boxers he turned to the window and glared up at the clear night sky. "Not a cloud in sight." He muttered under his breath. "Rain would be nice about now." He shook his head and slowly crossed the length of the room, pausing at the door for a moment in brief hesitation before shrugging. "Ah, fuck it. I'm hot." Pulling the door open, he stepped through and silently made his way down the hall to the stairs. Even if he couldn't actually go swimming, he could at least sit in the water and maybe cool off a bit.

 

Tiptoeing down the stairs, he stealthily made his way through the house and out the back door. Drawing in a deep breath of the humid air he slowly made his way down the steps. Stepping down onto the warm gravel of the garden walk he winced slightly and shook his head, wondering how on earth the gravel could maintain heat in the middle of the night. Shaking his head, he swiftly left the garden and made his way to the old swimming hole he'd frequented as a child.

 

Raising his arms to lace his fingers behind his head, he stared up at the sky as he walked, expertly avoiding bumping into the fence or the trees that lined the well-used footpath leading to the small pond he was seeking. Shaking his head slightly he sighed softly as he allowed his arms to fall to his sides again. Not even the faintest trace of a breeze could be detected to relieve the awful heat that infused the night. He briefly wondered if this might be the beginning one of the droughts the old-timers seemed so fond of predicting every year.

 

The sound of splashing drew him out of his thoughts and he looked down the small incline to the pond, golden eyes widening in shock as the moonlight perfectly illuminated the scene spread before him. "Winry…" He breathed her name, feeling his chest tightening inexplicably while other parts of him suddenly sprang to full awareness. Resting his auto-mail hand against the trunk of a nearby tree he leaned forward and stared in fascination. Winry Rockbell…Mechanical Freak, his childhood friend, and the object of his most erotic hidden fantasies…was standing thigh deep in the pond, arms stretched above her head as she arched her back, giving him a perfect view of her breasts thrusting forward, nipples hard. Gulping, he closed his hand into a fist against the tree and drew in a shuddering breath as it registered in his suddenly sluggish mind that Winry was naked.

 

Slowly raising his left hand, he scrubbed his face, all the while unable to tear his gaze from the scene unfolding in the pond below. Winry raised her arms above her head, tilting her face up to the sky, long blonde hair loose and swaying against her gently rounded hips. Lowering her hands, she tucked them under the fall of her hair, lifting it and letting it cascade over her arms and shoulders, brushing against her breasts as it fell. He licked his lips as he leaned forward a bit more, his auto-mail hand clenching and unclenching reflexively against the bark of the tree. He felt like a voyeur, watching her from secrecy, yet at the moment he could care less. He was rather enjoying the view.

 

When she bent forward, cupping her hands into the water and lifting them to trickle it over her chest he swiftly bit his left hand to hold in his groan. He shifted, uncomfortably aware of the tightening in his groin as he continued to watch as she slid her slick hands over her breasts, her nipples pebbling under her touch and the contrasting coolness of the water clinging to her skin. His heated golden gaze followed the lazy path her hands were taking as she slowly straightened again. Down over the soft mounds of her unbound breasts, across the flat expanse of her stomach, pausing at the apex of her thighs… His breath left him in a whoosh as he bit down harder against his hand as another harsh groan worked its way passed his lips.

 

What the fuck is she doing?! He thought harshly as she threw her head back, her profile showing her lips parting as her other hand moved back up to her breasts, cupping the fullness as her other hand remained between her legs. He slapped his palm to his forehead. Well, duh…she's touching herself, moron. What does it look like? He shook his head sharply and focused again. If he'd thought his nights had been uncomfortable before because of fantasies about Winry, he had a feeling the events he was currently witnessing was only going to make things a lot worse in the future. He shifted his weight from one foot to another, cursing under his breath as he felt his hardness pressing uncomfortably against the confines of his boxers.

 

 

A gentle breeze suddenly started up, rustling the leaves high above him and rippling the water below. As the light wind brushed passed Winry her nipples hardened into pebbled peaks and she shivered. He shifted again and winced when he stepped on a dry twig. She spun around, startled gaze searching through the shadows and he dropped down to a crouch, watching as she crossed her arms over her chest protectively. He held his breath for what seemed an eternity as she continued to stare in his general direction until, finally, she shrugged and turned away again, lowering her hands into the water and splashing herself lightly with the cool liquid. Slowly releasing the pent up breath he'd been holding he shifted again, slowly moving forward, creeping through the shadows to the shore of the pond. He hesitated, knowing that if he continued, he'd be revealing his presence since he'd finally reached the end of the concealing shadows.

 

Slowly lowering his left leg into the shallows of the pond, he kept his eyes on Winry, watching her every move intently. If she turned, he was sunk. He had no plausible explanation as to why he was currently skulking in the shadows and sneaking up on her when it was blatantly obvious that that's exactly what he was doing. Her hands were moving again, he noticed, skimming over her flesh in tantalizingly slow circles that left his mouth dry and his arousal aching. Now that he was closer, he could hear her murmuring to herself. Tilting his head to the side, he listened, trying to make sense of the softly spoken words. It took only a moment for his eyes to widen in shock as what she was saying finally registered in his mind. The next instant his eyes narrowed as he rolled over the possible reasons for this. Either she knew he was there and was getting ready to lay a world of hurt on him…or she was thinking about him while she touched herself. He could think of no other explanation for why she was currently whispering his name.

 

He struggled with a moment of indecision before finally shrugging. Ah, fuck it. I'm gonna be hurting either way, may as well keep going and see what happens. Stealthily, he slipped his other leg into the water and paused, shivering from the sudden chill that assaulted his senses. The contrast between the hot night air and the coolness of the pond was a bit of a shock to the system. Holding his breath, he cautiously crept up behind her, stepping slowly and carefully to avoid making even a ripple of sound. Almost there… He thought as the short distance disappeared. Halting behind her, his gaze moved over her, starting at the top of her head and slowly lowering down passed her pale back to her rounded hips and ended at where the water met her thighs before dragging his gaze upwards again.

 

Without giving himself time to think, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, cupping one of her breasts with his right hand while his left trailed down over her stomach to rest against the heat radiating outwards from the apex of her thighs. Wincing as Winry screamed and began to struggle against him, he braced his legs shoulder width apart to keep his balance as she flailed about, tightening his arms around her before she could squirm away. He was thankful that they were far enough from the house that her scream couldn't be heard. A smirk played about his lips as she suddenly went limp in his arms, her head turning slightly fanning her panting breaths against his forearm. "Ed?" She whispered his name with a wavering tone of uncertainty.

 

Not bothering to reply, he pressed his left leg between her thighs, feeling her body go rigid and shiver at the contact of the auto-mail against her flesh. Ignoring her gasped objection, he took advantage of the way she was now opened and pressed his hand against her firmly, curling his fingers to dip into the moist warmth teasingly. Her arms came up, clutching the auto-mail of his right arm and tugged against it insistently, renewing her struggles against him as she shook her head emphatically, soft mewling protests escaping her parted lips. He growled when her naked backside brushed against his arousal and gently nipped her shoulder as he thrust his hips against her, prolonging the contact. Silently cursing the fact that he hadn't thought to rid himself of his clothing before entering the water, he released her breast and wrapped his right arm around her waist, lifting her against him as her renewed resistance threatened to topple the both of them into the water.

 

"Ed!" She gasped as she went still again. "What are you doing?!" She stopped trying to pry his right arm away from her and dropped her hands instead to his left wrist, tugging and pulling in an attempt to remove his hand from where it pressed against her intimately.

 

Turning his head, he nuzzled against the side of her neck before lightly nipping at her earlobe, reveling in the way her breath seemed to catch at the sensation. "I want you." He whispered urgently as he thrust against her again as if to prove his words. Curling the fingers of his left hand against her again he closed his eyes and grinned when she gasped in surprised pleasure. "And you want me."

 

Her head fell back to rest against his shoulder, soft moans escaping passed her parted lips. “Wh-what makes you…” A sharp gasp halted her stumbling words and it took her several moments to regain enough composure to continue. “What makes you think that?” He knew she'd meant the words to be spoken acerbically, but the current situation and the way she was writhing against him in pleasure belied the effect.

 

“I saw you.” He murmured, gently biting her earlobe. “Touching yourself.” He pressed his left hand against her more firmly, stroking her and reveling in the slick warmth that coated his fingers from the contact. “Like this.” He felt her shiver, her body going limp against his own while she parted her thighs a bit more to increase the friction his fingers were giving. “And I heard you…” He tenderly nipped the side of her neck, smirking when her head fell to the side, an unconscious gesture requesting more attention. “Calling my name.”

 

Winry's arm came up and encircled his neck, fingers idly running through the hair that had fallen loose from its binding. Licking her lips, she tilted her head to the side, looking at him from the corner of her eyes. “What are you going to do?” She whispered while she lowered her other arm to rest her hand against his hip.

 

“I told you. I want you.” He growled, removing his fingers from her and spinning her around to face him, closing his eyes briefly when her naked breasts rubbed against his bare chest. Lowering his head, he captured her lips in a hard, demanding kiss. Running his tongue along her lower lip he groaned softly when her lips parted on a startled gasp, inadvertently giving him the entry he'd been seeking in order to plunder her mouth greedily. Smoothing his hands down her back to her hips, he pulled her closer still before finally cupping her backside and lifting her partially out of the water. Smoothing his hands down her thighs, he urged her legs apart before rocking against her urgently. Tearing his mouth away from hers, he drew in several shuddering breaths before resting his forehead against hers. “Tell me you want me too, Winry.” He commanded roughly.

 

“I-I…” Her words were cut off by a startled half moan, half gasp. “E-Ed…” She pushed against his shoulders, leaning as far back as she could without toppling the both of them into the water. “What's gotten into you?” She demanded with wide, anxious eyes.

 

He frowned and shifted his grip on her, holding her closer against him while staring down into her flushed features. “Five years, Winry…” He began in a low voice. “Five years of wanting, dreaming, wishing…everything but begging…” He paused, golden gaze sliding away from hers for a moment before returning, a frown drawing his brows together. “And never once did you give me a sign…not once, Winry…until tonight.” He leaned forward, claiming her lips in a quick, hard kiss before pulling back again. “Tell me you want me, Winry.”

 

She shook her head slowly in denial though her wide blue eyes told him something else entirely. “W-we can't…” She paused, eyes sliding closed as a soft moan escaped from her parted lips when his hands caressed gentle circles against her hips and thighs. “We can't do this...” She whispered in a wavering tone, cheeks flushed as her breath emerged in soft, excited pants that blatantly contradicted her words.

 

He bent his head forward and pressed his lips against the pulse beating wildly at her throat. “Why?” His soft tone was low and sensuous, whispering of dark promises in the heat of the night yet left unspoken…for the moment, at least.

 

Her hands clenched in his hair as his lips trailed a blazing path from her throat down her chest, pausing to press against the swell of her breasts as she arched her back with unconscious yearning. “Wh-why?” She repeated numbly, voice shaking with unleashed passion. “I-I…” She drew in a sharp breath as his mouth closed over one hard nipple and gently suckled before his tongue swirled over the tight peak. “W-we…” She appeared to be having a difficult time vocalizing the reasons behind her protests as he continued his sensuous assault on her unresisting body. “E-Ed…” She moaned his name, her fingers tightening in his hair and drawing him closer as he moved to lavish attention upon her other breast. “S-stop…” She whispered, squirming against him in rising need. “I-I can't think…”

 

He lifted his head and look into her flushed features with a tight smile. “Good. Don't think…feel.” He took her lips again in another searing kiss as he pressed against her again, groaning harshly into her mouth at the tantalizing contact of their bodies rubbing against one another. He released her lips to bury his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. “Winry…” He groaned again, lightly nibbling along her neck up to her ear, pleased when he felt her shiver at the contact. “Do you?” He whispered against her ear, drawing the lobe into his mouth and nipping gently.

 

Winry tilted her head to the side, exposing more of her sensitive flesh to his ministrations as she sighed. “Do I what?” She murmured dazedly, eyes closing as another sigh escaped her followed by a soft moan of pleasure as he continued to leave small kisses and gentle nips on her neck. A shiver coursed down her spine leaving her breasts feeling full and achy while a strange heat grew in her intimate places that left her gasping and writhing against him in growing need.

 

He tightened his grip against her thighs and started wading through the thigh deep water towards the grassy shore where he could see her towels and clothes strewn haphazardly where she'd carelessly tossed them before entering the pond. He felt another brush of the light breeze against his wet flesh and shivered at the contrasting coolness to the burning heat in his flesh. Dropping to his knees on the thick grass he groaned as their bodies rubbed together again with the movement. Leaning forward he buried his face in the valley between her breasts and inhaled deeply before raising his head to stare down at her with a smoldering golden gaze. Pressing his lower body against her repeatedly he gritted his teeth to hold back another harsh groan as she rose up to meet him, rubbing against him teasingly in unconscious need. His eyes narrowed slightly. “Open your eyes.” He commanded with a low growl. “Do you want me?” He clarified through gritted teeth once she complied and slowly opened her eyes to stare up at him dazedly.

 

Her hands clenched into fists against his shoulders and she licked her lips in a gesture of acute nervousness before her gaze slid away from his again. “I…” She began in a small, trembling voice. “I don't…” She whimpered and fell silent when his hands tightened almost painfully on her thighs.

 

“Don't.” He snapped with an edge of impatience creeping into his tone. “Don't bullshit me, Winry.” He paused for a moment and drew in a shaking breath. “I have eyes!” He growled. “I can see your eyes glaze with passion.” Her gaze flew to his in shock at the harshness in his voice. “I have ears.” He continued as he met and held her gaze. “I can hear you cry out with pleasure as I touch you.” He pressed their lower bodies together again with emphasis. “And I can feel you moving against me…the heat, the wetness…” He groaned as she arched against him in response with a soft mewling cry as she clutched at his shoulders more tightly. “Don't fucking tease me, Winry!” He shouted when she started to look away again. “Do. You. Want. Me.” He enunciated very carefully while releasing his grip on her thigh with his left hand and grabbed her chin, forcefully turning her gaze back to his own. “Tell me.” He commanded.

 

She threw her head back and glared up at him furiously. “Yes!” She cried. “Yes, damn you!” She fisted her hands in his hair and pulled angrily. “Damn you, Edward Elric! I want you!” She panted heavily as she finished shouting and continued to stare fiercely up at him defiantly.

 

His expression softened for a moment as he allowed a small smile to curve his lips upwards. “God, Winry…” He murmured, tone filled with awe as he stared down at the passionate woman in his arms. “I've waited five years to hear that.” A moment passed and then he claimed her lips in a hard, demanding kiss. His head spun as her hands tightened, clenching in his hair almost painfully as she raised her head up a bit to return the kiss with equal passion, writhing beneath him wantonly. He lifted her leg and settled it in the crook of his right arm, exposing her intimately as he trailed the fingers of his left hand slowly down her body. Pausing to teasingly caress her with feather-light strokes he almost laughed when she pulled at his hair again while she made a sound of angry protest in the back of her throat. Heh. So now she's impatient? He mentally shook his head and steadfastly refused to give in to her demands, at least not quite yet.

 

She released her grip on his hair and smoothed her palms across his shoulders and back, caressing down until she reached the waistband of his damp boxers. “Ed…” She moaned his name, a breathy sound of longing as she tugged at the material before slipping her hands inside. She squeezed, eliciting a harsh groan from him as she pulled him closer, writhing beneath him recklessly as he continued to trail heated kisses across her chest down to her stomach where the muscles quivered with anticipation.

 

He pulled back, the movement dislodging her grip on his muscular backside, chest rising and falling with his harsh breaths, and stared down at her. Her leg slid across the auto-mail as he shifted, his grip on her thigh loosening as he moved the fingers of his left hand against her. His muscles clenched as her hands skimmed his hips around to his stomach before dipping into his boxers briefly in a teasingly light caress before moving up over his abdomen to his chest. His golden gaze skimmed over her face down to her chest and lingered on her breasts for a moment before continuing down over her flat stomach. She shifted beneath him with a soft murmur of protest as she brought her hands down to cover herself from his heated gaze. He growled in disappointment and released her leg only to capture her wrists with his right hand and forcefully brought them away from where they attempted to shield her from him. “No.” He brought his gaze back to hers, noting the definite flush of embarrassment rising into her delicate features. “I want to see you…all of you.” He pinned her arms above her head and looked down again. “Beautiful.” He whispered before lowering his head to place a tender kiss against her abdomen. Smiling when he felt her muscles jump under the contact he trailed kisses down to her thigh where he paused, eyes sliding closed as he fought down his own body's impatience. He intended to savor every moment he had with Winry, draw it out, commit every part of her to memory. He rested his cheek against the softness of her thigh. He held no illusions about this encounter. Once morning arrived, she would continue as if nothing had occurred and he would be left with nothing but the memories to sustain him through his nights.

 

She fought against his unbreakable hold on her wrists, finally giving up when the auto-mail wouldn't budge. Panting from her exertion, she shifted uncomfortably beneath him, embarrassed at being so utterly exposed and scrutinized. “Don't…” She pleaded as she tried to bring her legs together only to meet resistance as he removed his fingers from within her to rest against her thigh and hold her open. She shook her head emphatically. “Don't…” She repeated breathlessly.

 

“Beautiful.” He slowly raised his head and smiled. “Don't hide from me, Winry…you're beautiful.” Once again he ignored her protests as he lowered his head again and placed a tender kiss against her intimately, lips curving up into a smirk as she tensed, her back arching as she raised her hips up to him, silently yearning for more contact.

 

“I-it's…” She paused and swallowed. “It's embarrassing!” Her words ended on a sharp cry of startled pleasure as his lips returned to her, placing gentle kisses against her intimately. “Wh-what are you doing to me?!” She squirmed beneath his touch, no longer certain if she was trying to escape or get closer, prolonging the contact that was sending molten fire through her veins.

 

Slowly he lifted his head and regarded her with dark and smoldering eyes before he pulled back, away from her as he released her. Her eyes widened and she sat up abruptly, reaching for him with a wordless cry of protest. His right hand darted out lightning quick and grasped her wrist, pulling her closer and pressing her palm against his stomach. “Touch me.” He demanded roughly. When she shook her head slowly, eyes sliding away from his as she licked her lips nervously, his own eyes narrowed. He tightened his grip on her wrist when she tried to pull her hand away from where it rested palm flat against his stomach.

 

She curled her fingers into a fist and started to struggle against his superior strength. “Let go!” She demanded hotly as her angry gaze flew back to his. She closed her other hand into a fist and brought it up swiftly and gasped when he caught her wrist with his other hand before she could connect.

 

He chuckled darkly as he leaned closer to her. “I said touch me, Winry, not hit me.”

 

She glared at him furiously as she continued to fight against his hold on her. The moonlight reflected in her fierce gaze, revealing the sparkle of tears of frustration forming. “What's gotten into you?!” She shouted with a hint of desperation creeping into her tone. “What do you want from me?!” She cried, going suddenly limp in his grasp, bowing her head as she panted from the exertion of fighting futilely against him.

 

He leaned closer, releasing one of her wrists to cup her face tenderly, tilting it up so he could press gentle kisses against the corner of her mouth. “Everything.” He whispered. “I want everything, Winry.” He shifted to his knees to straddle her and drew her hand lower until finally he drew in a sharp hiss of breath as he felt the warmth of her palm resting over the hardness of his arousal pressing urgently against his boxers. “You…” He guided her hand in a slow, teasing caress. “This…” He groaned and thrust against her hand. “Everything!” He captured her lips once again in a rough, challenging kiss as she slowly moved her hand of her own will against him, touching him as he'd demanded of her, tentatively curling her fingers around him to squeeze lightly, and eliciting another harsh groan.

 

She turned her head, tearing her lips away from his own as she drew in desperate panting breaths to fill her lungs with much needed air. Her back arched as his lips traced a blazing tail down her throat to her collar bone before continuing down to her breasts where he drew one of her hardened nipples into his mouth. “I don't know what I'm doing.” She finally admitted in a breathless whisper, tilting her face down so her hair fell forward, hiding the humiliated flush creeping into her cheeks.

 

Slowly, he lifted his head and peered into her averted features intently for a moment before growling in irritation. “Damn it, Winry! Stop fucking thinking and start feeling, for God's sake!” He gripped her shoulder with his right hand and shook her until her head snapped up and she met his angry gaze with startled blue eyes.

 

She shook her head slowly. “Feel?” She whispered with a short, bitter laugh. “I've done nothing but feel for years…and now you decide to notice me? After I've finally decided to give up and move on?” Her eyes narrowed and she wrenched her hand free to shove against his chest. “Well, fuck you, Edward! I'm not going to let you hurt me any more.” She brought her other hand up and pounded against his unyielding chest furiously, struggling to wriggle out from underneath his heavier body. “Get off of me, you jerk!”

 

He ignored everything after her announcement of giving up and moving on. He gritted his teeth and leaned closer, ignoring her tiny fists as she continued to hit him in her desperate attempt to dislodge him. “Winry.” She went very still at the dangerously low tone he used, her eyes slowly moving back to meet his gaze. He could see a ripple of fear shimmer in the blue depths, but chose to ignore it for the moment. “Did it ever occur to you…” He began in that same deceptively soft tone that sent shivers coursing up and down her body. “That maybe…just maybe…” He grabbed her wrists and forced her onto her back, pinning her arms above her head. “I didn't know?” She went very still beneath him, her soft breaths puffing against his lips as he hovered over her, holding her firmly against the fragrant grass. “Do you honestly think I'd purposely hurt you?” Her gaze slid from his as she bit her lip to still its trembling and he shook her roughly. “Look at me, damn it!” He shouted as she snapped her attention back to his demanding gaze immediately. “Do you?” When she didn't answer, merely stared at him with eyes over bright with unshed tears he lowered his head with a frustrated groan. “Fuck, Winry…you should know better than that.”

 

She drew in a shallow breath. “What do you think you're doing now, Ed?” She whispered softly, tensing her arms meaningfully. “Don't you think forcing me to do this hurts?”

 

He drew back as if she'd struck him. “F-f-forcing you?!” He glared at her furiously for several long moments before finally moving away from her completely, spreading his hands in an expansive gesture. “If that's how you feel, then I guess there's nothing else to be said.” He stood and turned away from her, hands closing into fists at his sides. “Goodbye, Winry.” He started walking away from her, back towards the house.

 

“W-wait!” She continued in a rush when he halted on the path, but didn't turn to face her again. “Where are you going?”

 

His shoulders tensed. “Despite what you may think, I'm not a heartless monster, Winry. I have feelings, too. And at the moment, I think it would be best if I took those feelings and went somewhere else.” He started walking again. A moment later he staggered forward under the force of her body crashing into his from behind. “What the fuck?!” His hands came down to rest against her arms wrapped tightly around his waist. “Winry…” He turned his head to look over his shoulder at her.

 

“Don't leave, Ed…please don't leave!” She pressed her face against his back. “I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! I promise I didn't!” Her arms tightened around him. “I'll do anything you want…j-just don't leave me again, please?”

 

His eyes flashed with growing resentful anger as he tightened his hands around her wrists and pulled her arms away from him. “What are you playing at, Winry?” He demanded flatly as he pinned her with a suspicious glare.

 

“Playing?” She repeated in a barely audible whisper, holding herself very still as a blush spread across her chest and up her neck into her face as she seemed to realize that she was still naked.

 

He nodded firmly. “Yes, playing. What's up with the on again off again hot and cold treatment?” His eyes narrowed on her as he took a slow step closer and peered at her intently. “Teasing is one thing…but this is just ridiculous.”

 

She stared down at the ground, refusing to meet his gaze. “I don't know what you expect of me.” She bit her lip anxiously and tugged her wrists free from his grip. “After ignoring me for all this time, you suddenly show up and…and…” She paused slowly lifting her gaze to his briefly, face tinged pink in the moonlight before looking away again. “And then suddenly you're trying to seduce me.” She took a half step back and lifted her hands, palms up in a helpless gesture. “I'm so confused.”

 

“Confused?” He repeated flatly as he raked a hand through his hair in agitation. “You're confused?” He shook his head with a short bark of bitter laughter. “How the hell do you think I feel?” He released a deep sigh and shook his head again. “Honest to God, Winry…you could try the patience of a saint…” His lips twisted into a half smile. “And God knows I'm no saint.”

 

She made a small sound of frustration in the back of her throat and crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, I'm sorry if I confuse you.” She spat out spitefully. “Maybe if you'd just tell me what you want I wouldn't try your precious patience any more.” She muttered sarcastically.

 

“What I want…” He started, closing the distance between them again. “Is you. I told you that.” He lifted his right hand and thrust his fingers into her hair, tightening his grip and forcing her to tilt her face up to his again so he could peer intently into her features.

 

She winced slightly at the way his hand pulled against her hair painfully, but didn't try to pull away. “So you say…but I don't know what you want from me.” Her tongue darted out to touch against her bottom lip in a fleeting gesture of nervousness. “Don't you understand that I just don't know?”

 

His eyes narrowed and he began to slowly push her back, guiding her steps from the path back to the grassy embankment. “What I want from you?” He growled as he brought his left hand up to rest against his shoulder, pushing down until she slowly knelt before him, his right hand still entangled in her hair. He looked down at her for a moment, staring into her upturned face with a hard expression tightening his features. “I want everything.”

 

Her eyes widened in growing alarm as she stared up at him, her breath quickening as she trembled. “E-everything?” She whispered in a wavering tone. She flinched when his hand tightened against her shoulder.

 

“I want to touch you, hear you cry out my name in passion, feeling you moving against me.” Slowly he lowered himself to his knees. “I want you to touch me, feel me, want me as much as I want you.” He leaned forward. “I want you to ache for me as I ache for you.” He pressed his lips to the side of her neck. “I want you to need me as I need you.” He gently nipped her earlobe. “I want…” He paused and closed his eyes. “I want you to love me as I love you.” He held his breath as he waited for her to react.

 

She gave a start of surprise before going very still. “Y-you…” Her breath caught and held before she released it on a shaky sigh. “You love me?” She whispered painfully, hope tingeing the words with huskiness.

 

He pulled back and glared at her. “What? You think I'd say it if I didn't mean it?” He snorted and looked away, arms folding across his chest as his chin tilted upwards in habitual stubborn arrogance. He looked at her from the corner of his eyes. “What do you take me for?”

 

She ducked her head but not before he saw her lips twitching upwards into a grin. “A horny bastard who'd do anything for a lay?” She responded with a bright blush, voice squeaking just slightly as she tried to contain her laughter.

 

He choked and coughed to cover his own laughter. “Such language, Winry. What would Aunty Pinako think?”

 

She snorted and lightly punched him. “Heh. What would she think if she saw what you were doing to me a few minutes ago?”

 

He winced and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Probably twist my ear off before beating the living shit out of me.”

 

She nodded emphatically. “So…” She began with an odd light gleaming in her eyes. “If you don't tell on me, I won't tell on you. Deal?”

 

He nodded slowly, bowing his head until his hair concealed his expression. “So…” He began slowly, tone shifting back to a growl of dark promise as he leaned a little closer to her, smirking when she leaned back and fell, sprawling beneath him to stare up at him in astonishment. “Is it working?”

 

She gulped and stared up at him with renewed nervousness. “I-is wh-what working?”

 

He lifted his head to peer down at her, golden gaze gleaming with wicked amusement. “Is the horny bastard gonna get a lay?” His lips curved upwards into a smirk at her sharp intake of breath.

 

Her eyes widened in shock. “Edward!” She shouted reproachfully and punched his shoulder in retaliation, wincing as her knuckles came into contact with the auto-mail. “Ouch!” She snatched her hand back and brought it up to her mouth, sucking on the bruised flesh with a soft whimper.

 

He took advantage of her moment of distraction and shifted, nuzzling his face against her stomach while parting her thighs to stroke against her intimately, reveling in her sharp gasp of pleasure and the way her body arched into his touch. “Now, Winry…” He groaned against her. “Now's a good time to tell me.”

 

She squirmed against him as she thrust her hands into his hair, clenching her fingers tight as she tugged. “Yes, Ed…” She moaned and tugged a little harder. “I do!”

 

He paused for a moment before dipping his fingers into her. “You'll need to explain that a little more, Winry.” He lifted his head to look at her, wincing slightly when she pulled his hair harder than necessary in her growing agitation.

 

She released one hand from where the fingers were tangled in his hair and rapped her knuckles against the top of his head hard in aggravation. “I want you, damn it!” She shouted. “I want you to touch me, feel you against me!” She panted in the aftermath of her outburst.

 

He smiled down at her and slowly leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on her cheek. “Is that so?” He murmured softly before moving away from her, raising an eyebrow in silent inquiry when she glared up at him with an exasperated scream, hands closing into fists and lightly thumping against the ground at her sides.

 

“What the hell do you think you're doing, Edward Elric?!” She sat up abruptly and released a startled scream when he immediately pushed her back down to the ground. “Hey!” She glared up at him, blue eyes blazing murderously as a venomous look entered her gaze. “Make up your God damned mind! One minute you say you want…”

 

Her eyes widened when he suddenly clapped a hand over her mouth, effectively silencing her from her angry tirade. “You just don't know when to shut up, do you, Winry?” He asked almost conversationally as he pressed his right hand against her chest, easily pinning her down. He shook his head with a smirk when she tried to bite the hand covering her mouth. “Frustrated, are we?” He murmured as he removed his hand from her mouth only to capture her lips with a fierce, demanding kiss.

 

Removing his hand from her chest, he reached down and swiftly removed his boxers without releasing her lips. Returning to her, he grabbed her thighs and lifted her legs to rest against his hips as he settled between her legs comfortably. Pressing his arousal against her moist heat he groaned into her mouth before tearing his lips from hers. She blinked up at him dazedly, blue eyes slightly glazed with the passion he'd awakened in her. He pressed his face against her shoulder and tensed his muscles before thrusting forward swiftly. He bit down on her shoulder hard as he felt her tightness grip him firmly, dimly hearing her shocked cry of pain mixed with pleasure.

 

Raising his head, he peered into her face, seeing her eyes tightly shut with a frown drawing her eyebrows together as her breath escaped her parted lips in ragged pants. Shifting his hands from her thighs to her hips, he lifted her slightly and moved, setting a fast, hard pace that tore soft passionate cries from her as her arms came up, her hands clutching at his shoulders. All signs of playfulness had disappeared from his demeanor. He growled and leaned forward to nip at her shoulder again, shuddering as a louder cry of pleasure was torn from her.

 

Shifting to his knees, he moved his hands from her hips around to the small of her back before encircling her in his arms. Groaning harshly as she moved beneath him, her hands moving across his back in an attempt to pull him closer to her, he suddenly lifted her, leaning back and pulling her over him. Dropping his hands to her hips again, he lifted her and brought her down as he drove upwards. She threw her head back, mouth opening on a near silent scream as her hands clutched at his shoulders. He repeated the movement, developing a rhythm, lifting and dropping as he thrust into her. Lifting his left hand while shifting his right arm under her, cupping her bottom and continuing with the fast pace he'd set. He thrust his hand into her hair, fingers clenching into a fist against the silken strands and dragged her head down to his for a fierce, hungry kiss before pulling back again. “Look at me!” He shouted.

 

Her eyes snapped open as his sudden harsh tone startled a sharp gasp from her. Her eyes widened as she met his predatory gaze. Her lips parted, a loud cry of intense pleasure escaping before she clamped them together again tightly, stifling her cries into soft whimpers again. Her hands clenched into fists against his shoulders as a shiver coursed up and down her spine, her inner muscles tightening around him.

 

His eyes narrowed as he tugged at her hair again, eliciting another soft whimper from her. “Don't.” He commanded roughly as he leaned forward and bit her shoulder again, growling in frustration as she one again stifled her cries. Tilting his head, he shivered and nipped her earlobe, pulling her head to the side for better access. “Scream.” He whispered hotly. “I want to hear you.” When she shook her head slightly he tightened his arm around her, clenching his auto-mail hand against her tender flesh reflexively. He winced when she did scream, the tone not of pleasure but of pain instead. “Fuck!” He hissed in anger at his carelessness and instantly loosened his grip. He knew there'd be bruises later from the unrelenting force exerted by the auto-mail. Silently he cursed his lack of flesh and blood limbs for the disadvantage it caused him in moments like these. He pressed a tender kiss of apology against the corner of her mouth, murmuring his regret for hurting her.

 

Winry clenched her hands against his shoulders before throwing her head back. In his concern over having hurt her, he'd slowed the pace, no longer lifting her and controlling her movements. She mewled in protest, squirming against him, her thighs tightening against his hips as she tried to pick up the pace again on her own. She cried out when his teeth nipped against her shoulder again before continuing down to the soft mounds of her breasts. Tossing her head forward, she lifted her hands and clenched them in his hair, pulling down while she arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward in silent encouragement.

 

He untangled his fingers from her hair and reached between them, seeking out her intimate heat. She cried out again when his fingers reached their destination, stroking her firmly and eliciting strangled cries of need that continued to rise in volume. She writhed against him desperately as the muscles in her thighs quivered as she struggled to keep up the pace he'd set before he'd inadvertently hurt her. “Ed…Ed…” She continued to moan his name loudly, her breath coming in harsh pants as she rose up again. “I-I can't…” She whispered hoarsely before she slumped against him, gasping for breath. “Please…” She whimpered pitifully and pulled on his hair again. “D-don't stop!” She cried and reached behind her to grab his right wrist. “More!” She pressed his hand against her backside, silently begging him to give her what she needed so desperately.

 

He needed no further encouragement. Gripping her tightly again, he moved her back into a fast pace as he removed his hand from between them. Thrusting his hand into her hair again, he pulled her head back and leaned over her, staring down into her flushed features with smoldering golden eyes. “More?” He whispered and his lips curved upwards into a dangerous, hungry smirk, filled with dark promise.

 

She tried to nod and winced when the hand gripping her hair tightly restricted her movements. “M-more.” She squeaked as he suddenly pushed her down against the grass, pulling his right arm out from under her. Her eyes widened as he ran the auto-mail fingers over the soft flesh of her inner thigh before gripping the back of her knee and lifting her leg to drape over his shoulder. Her breath caught and stalled in her chest, a strange gurgling sound emerging from her parted lips as she stared up at him wide-eyed.

 

He suddenly grabbed her wrists and held her arms above her head, the movement causing her leg currently against his shoulder to move as well. Her breathing was quickly becoming erratic as he thrust into her forcefully. He released his hold on her hair and placed his palm flat against the ground beside her head, lifting his weight off her chest, giving her a bit more room to breathe. His hand clenched into a fist against the grass as her voice continued rise in ululating cries of pleasure, the sound crashing against his control, eroding it, driving all sense of restraint from his mind.

 

“More, Winry…give me more.” He demanded roughly with a harsh growl punctuating his words. “Scream for me, beg me, need me…” He claimed her lips in a fiery, brief kiss before tearing his lips away to lower his head to move against the smooth column of her throat, nipping and licking his way down to her chest.

 

Her lips formed wordless cries, her free leg moving up to wrap around his waist as she desperately tried to match the pace he'd set. Her hands clenched and unclenched above her head where he held her arms captive. A keening wail worked its way passed her lips as her back arched and her inner muscles clenched against him forcefully. “Edward!” She screamed his name, completely caught within the throes of her release as she tightened her leg around his waist momentarily before going completely limp.

 

He lowered his head, burying his face between the gentle swells of her breasts for a moment before looking down at her again, smirking at her satiated expression as she gazed up at him sleepily. He released her wrists and trailed his right hand down her arm before planting it firmly against the ground, bearing his full weight against the auto-mail. Reaching between them with his left hand, he sought out and found her feminine folds. “Winry…” He began as he slowly began to stroke her, slowing his pace despite the way his body demanded otherwise. “Again…scream again…for me…” He urged heatedly.

 

Winry whined and shook her head as she squirmed against him. “Ed…please…” She whimpered and reached down to grab his wrist, trying to pull his hand away from her in vain. “I-I can't…please…” When she found she couldn't force his hand away from her, she switched tactics and thrust her hands into his hair again and pulled hard as she arched against him again with a wordless cry.

 

Pulling his hand away from between them he slowly raised his fingers to him mouth and touched his tongue to the moisture coating the digits, all the while staring intently into her passion-glazed eyes. Seeing her reaction…a blush staining her cheeks at his action…he smirked and grabbed her leg, lifting it to the crook of his left arm as he sped up again, groaning as he felt her clench around him again. A moment later, he followed her over the precipice, hoarsely shouting her name before collapsing against her. He quickly rolled to the side, releasing his grip on her legs, and pulled her over him.

 

She sprawled across his chest limply as he tenderly ran his fingers through her hair, his right hand tracing lazy circles across her back, a contented purr rumbling in his chest. “Winry…” He murmured her name reverently. “Winry…my Winry…” He felt a twinge of guilt over how roughly he'd treated her and he hugged her close in silent apology before sitting up. She moaned a protest at the movement and snuggled against him. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her before moving to stand, cradling her boneless form against him. Slowly, he made his way into the water, gritting his teeth as it splashed against his heated flesh. Despite how shocking the cool water would be against her, he slowly lowered the both of them until they were submerged, tightening his hold on her as she started to squirm squealing at the sudden coldness against her tender skin. Lifting his hand, he dripped water over her back and then chest, grinning as she gasped and cursed. She shivered and tightened her arms around his neck, her hand snaking into his hair and yanking hard enough to make him wince.

 

Rapping her knuckles against the top of his head she glared up at him. “What's the big idea?!” She shouted, eyes flashing with annoyance. “I was comfortable.” She whined, her lower lip coming out in a pout.

 

He found he couldn't resist her pout and captured her lips in a tender kiss. He pulled back and laughed at her slightly dazed expression. “I was hot.” He explained with a shrug. “And I thought the water would help to soothe your aches.”

 

She frowned before sighing and looking away. “Thank you.” She whispered, casting him a shy look from beneath her eyelashes. She tenderly traced her fingers across his lips. “Edward…” She wrapped her other arm around his neck and lifted herself up to kiss him softly. She pulled back and grinned up at him impishly. “Next time I'm doing all the demanding.”

 

He raised an eyebrow and smirked down at her. “Is that so?” He murmured softly before resting his forehead against hers. “We'll see.” Inwardly he was jumping up and down with gleeful delight as he realized what her words could mean. Next time… He thought with satisfaction as his arms tightened around her, hugging her close to his chest. He delighted in the promise behind those two words.

 

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