Fullmetal Alchemist: Envy/Winry Challenge: #21
Title: Envious
Author/Artist: Emely
Pairing: Envy/Winry
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme: #21 violence; pillage/plunder; extortion
Disclaimer: Envy, Winry, Ed, and all other mentioned characters and
property of Hiromu Arakawa.
Warnings: Rated NC-17 for lemon-ish things. For those who don't know fanfiction lingo that means sex.
Envious
It had started with giggles, tiny gasps and low whisper, sultry whispers. Her eyes had been bright and mischievous, for once unrestrained in displaying the wide spectrum of all she felt for him. He should have known it then, should have realized; but over hundreds of years of being a naturally distrustful and jealous creature Envy couldn't help but need further proof. Undeniable, unrefutable, and solid proof. His fingers followed a small trail from her jawline down between the valley of her breasts..further down till they curved outward to rest against the side of her hip. Violet eyes raised momentarily to try and meet hers, but they were closed. In a moment however they open slighted, eyes half-lidded to stare at him with an almost impish grin.
Pale arms fell from his shoulder to gently take his hand planted next to her head and lift it to her face. His arm was still enfolded in it's usual elbow length glove, the dark ones which exposed his fingers. In fact all of Envy except the shorts he wore under his skirt was clothed; something the blonde found disappointing but decided not to bother with that for now. It had taken a long time to get to this point with Envy and she wasn't about to push her luck. Winry couldn't say it was quite this that she had wanted for so long, only a confirmation that he wasn't disgusted by her. Though his claims on being frightened to accidently hurt her seemed honest she wondered how he could have thought such a thing. When they had first met their relationship had been far from a good one, and he had treated her far from gently. In fact, her smile turned slightly wry, he'd nearly killed her then. She probably would have been if his orders hadn't been to keep her alive. Life truly could be strange, and sometimes very sick. Their relationship was built on toothpicks. There was so much that could, and would try to stop it, destroy it, squander it. There were so many ways in which it could be violently torn about and cast away. But at this moment, of overflowing senses, heightened awareness. Where she could feel her very blood moving through her veins and his slightest caress she didn't care. She didn't believe anything could separate them.
Logic told her she should be more nervous. After all, this was her first time, and supposedly a woman's first time was always painful. But no. She was happy, excited even. The Rockbell girl made no protest when Envy freed his hand from hers, and brought it against her other hip lifting her slightly so he could settle between her legs. Winry jumped a little as he began to enter her, it was the first time she'd ever had anything inside. Tampons had never really quite suited her and masturbation had never really seemed very appealing. Needless to say the sensation was quite unexpected, though not unpleasant. It came as a bit of a surprise to see how slowly he was going, Winry would have expected Envy to be a fast lover and in a way she wished he was. Get whatever pain might come over with quickly.
"E-Envy? C-could you speed...up?" she managed through her tense body.
Request met deaf ears however and she couldn't even see his face covered by his long dark hair. Was he even still there? Time wouldn't let her ponder long on this for in the next second a sharp pain shot up between her legs as he finally came up to her barrier. "E-Envy? Please?" she gasped now, clenching the bedsheets tightly and trying to bring up her hips to make it go by quickly. It was to no avail however for his hands held her tightly in place and again it was as if he didn't even hear her.
So it was alright afterall. She had remained true, this here was evidence of that. All those times he had been away, and that she had been living here with Edward and Alphonse she hadn't done anything with either. This was a line she had crossed with him, and would only ever cross with him. The thought was comforting and the envious beast within him settled down a bit. Movement beneath him opened eyes his slightly to find the sight of Winry squirming, eyes shut tight in pain as he continued the torturously slow rupture of her virginity. He didn't mean to cause her pain, yet he couldn't stop. It wasn't even pleasure that he was addicted to at this moment, but simply the fact that he was the one to perform such an act of creation with the woman.
The labored gasps began coming out when he was pushing her to the limit, to the very end and when it finally broke her eyes flew open to let out two hot tears and a strange, strangled, choke came out. For a moment the two remained there as Winry caught her breath and composure. "What, got a little lost there?" she managed to joke, despite the intense pain still not regretting the act. When he lifted his face from her shoulder to stare at him she continued to grin, hoping that he'd say or do something to confirm her joke. Maybe even then she knew what the truth really was, and was vaguely begging him to trick her, lie to her.
That didn't however and it dawned on her. She wasn't sure how she knew. Perhaps it was something in his eyes telling her, perhaps it was because of all the accusations he had made against her in the past but she knew now. "You didn't trust me, did you?" the blonde asked, voice barely above a whisper. All playfullness was now gone, all happiness wiped from his eyes, face, body. A tremor had begun and was coursing throughout her body as she awaited an answer. She got none, but didn't need any.
"Go." It was yelled, it wasn't said in a sobbing tone. Indifferent, apathetic. She move away from him, gathering the blankets around her to cover her open body.
Envy was likewise still for a while before he nodded, face unreadable. He leaned forward to give her a goodbye kiss but she turned her head quickly in an unspoken rejection. Again there was a deadly stillness.
A minute must have passed in which Winry kept her head facing away from him before he finally pushed away from her and the bed and grabbed his pants, leaving both room and house, and Winry shaking violently.
Author/Artist: Emely
Pairing: Envy/Winry
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme: #21 violence; pillage/plunder; extortion
Disclaimer: Envy, Winry, Ed, and all other mentioned characters and
property of Hiromu Arakawa.
Warnings: Rated NC-17 for lemon-ish things. For those who don't know fanfiction lingo that means sex.
Envious
It had started with giggles, tiny gasps and low whisper, sultry whispers. Her eyes had been bright and mischievous, for once unrestrained in displaying the wide spectrum of all she felt for him. He should have known it then, should have realized; but over hundreds of years of being a naturally distrustful and jealous creature Envy couldn't help but need further proof. Undeniable, unrefutable, and solid proof. His fingers followed a small trail from her jawline down between the valley of her breasts..further down till they curved outward to rest against the side of her hip. Violet eyes raised momentarily to try and meet hers, but they were closed. In a moment however they open slighted, eyes half-lidded to stare at him with an almost impish grin.
Pale arms fell from his shoulder to gently take his hand planted next to her head and lift it to her face. His arm was still enfolded in it's usual elbow length glove, the dark ones which exposed his fingers. In fact all of Envy except the shorts he wore under his skirt was clothed; something the blonde found disappointing but decided not to bother with that for now. It had taken a long time to get to this point with Envy and she wasn't about to push her luck. Winry couldn't say it was quite this that she had wanted for so long, only a confirmation that he wasn't disgusted by her. Though his claims on being frightened to accidently hurt her seemed honest she wondered how he could have thought such a thing. When they had first met their relationship had been far from a good one, and he had treated her far from gently. In fact, her smile turned slightly wry, he'd nearly killed her then. She probably would have been if his orders hadn't been to keep her alive. Life truly could be strange, and sometimes very sick. Their relationship was built on toothpicks. There was so much that could, and would try to stop it, destroy it, squander it. There were so many ways in which it could be violently torn about and cast away. But at this moment, of overflowing senses, heightened awareness. Where she could feel her very blood moving through her veins and his slightest caress she didn't care. She didn't believe anything could separate them.
Logic told her she should be more nervous. After all, this was her first time, and supposedly a woman's first time was always painful. But no. She was happy, excited even. The Rockbell girl made no protest when Envy freed his hand from hers, and brought it against her other hip lifting her slightly so he could settle between her legs. Winry jumped a little as he began to enter her, it was the first time she'd ever had anything inside. Tampons had never really quite suited her and masturbation had never really seemed very appealing. Needless to say the sensation was quite unexpected, though not unpleasant. It came as a bit of a surprise to see how slowly he was going, Winry would have expected Envy to be a fast lover and in a way she wished he was. Get whatever pain might come over with quickly.
"E-Envy? C-could you speed...up?" she managed through her tense body.
Request met deaf ears however and she couldn't even see his face covered by his long dark hair. Was he even still there? Time wouldn't let her ponder long on this for in the next second a sharp pain shot up between her legs as he finally came up to her barrier. "E-Envy? Please?" she gasped now, clenching the bedsheets tightly and trying to bring up her hips to make it go by quickly. It was to no avail however for his hands held her tightly in place and again it was as if he didn't even hear her.
So it was alright afterall. She had remained true, this here was evidence of that. All those times he had been away, and that she had been living here with Edward and Alphonse she hadn't done anything with either. This was a line she had crossed with him, and would only ever cross with him. The thought was comforting and the envious beast within him settled down a bit. Movement beneath him opened eyes his slightly to find the sight of Winry squirming, eyes shut tight in pain as he continued the torturously slow rupture of her virginity. He didn't mean to cause her pain, yet he couldn't stop. It wasn't even pleasure that he was addicted to at this moment, but simply the fact that he was the one to perform such an act of creation with the woman.
The labored gasps began coming out when he was pushing her to the limit, to the very end and when it finally broke her eyes flew open to let out two hot tears and a strange, strangled, choke came out. For a moment the two remained there as Winry caught her breath and composure. "What, got a little lost there?" she managed to joke, despite the intense pain still not regretting the act. When he lifted his face from her shoulder to stare at him she continued to grin, hoping that he'd say or do something to confirm her joke. Maybe even then she knew what the truth really was, and was vaguely begging him to trick her, lie to her.
That didn't however and it dawned on her. She wasn't sure how she knew. Perhaps it was something in his eyes telling her, perhaps it was because of all the accusations he had made against her in the past but she knew now. "You didn't trust me, did you?" the blonde asked, voice barely above a whisper. All playfullness was now gone, all happiness wiped from his eyes, face, body. A tremor had begun and was coursing throughout her body as she awaited an answer. She got none, but didn't need any.
"Go." It was yelled, it wasn't said in a sobbing tone. Indifferent, apathetic. She move away from him, gathering the blankets around her to cover her open body.
Envy was likewise still for a while before he nodded, face unreadable. He leaned forward to give her a goodbye kiss but she turned her head quickly in an unspoken rejection. Again there was a deadly stillness.
A minute must have passed in which Winry kept her head facing away from him before he finally pushed away from her and the bed and grabbed his pants, leaving both room and house, and Winry shaking violently.