Fullmetal Alchemist: Envy/Winry Challenge :#19
Title: Citrus Streaks.
Author/Artist: Emely.
Pairing: Envy/Winry
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme: #19 Red
Beta Reader: kiwi_socks Thank you.
Disclaimer: Envy, Winry, and all other mentioned characters and places are property of Hiromu Arakawa.
Citrus Streaks.
The automail shop was strangely quiet for once. Always there seemed to be some sort of racket coming from inside, whether it be the whirring and blasting noise of automail being made or repaired or the laughter of its five occupants: the Elric Brothers, Winry, or Rose and her baby. If not laughter it was shrieking from feuders - usually Edward and Winry. No matter what the place was always alive.
However, today it was completely silent and only the kitchen light was lit, illuminating the corridor which led to it. From the door a flustered blonde head poked out, looking up and down the hall as if searching for something. It ducked back immediately into the kitchen and met with another head, this one with deep raven colored hair with a slight tint of green in it.
Winry jumped back, putting a hand to her hammering heart. “Envy!” she half hissed, half gasped.
The homunculus as always had that strange, crawling grin. He made no response.
“What are you doing here?” she hissed, once again sticking her head out to make sure that no one was coming. Winry looked back at him to see he was now casually leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest and legs crossed. His purple eyes were glinting with amusement at the state she was in. The poor thing was a mess: wringing her hands, checking out the windows, back door, and corridor constantly - pacing even.
He gave a small shrug of his shoulders at her question and in an almost lazy tone responded. “I’m visiting you, like I do ever now and then.”
She shook her head, drawing the deep indigo curtains shut. Her head spun this way and that to try and find any other way through which they might be spied before finally turning her full attention to Envy, a defiant expression on her face.
Envy cocked a brow at this and his grin widened.
“You’ve never come here before! Why start now?” she hissed in a low voice as if afraid they might be overheard.
“Because everyone else is out, aren’t they?” he replied speaking slightly louder then was usual for him. He chuckled when she winced.
It was true. Rose had decided to enjoy the fresh air and take a walk with her son, Cain. Edward and Alphonse had gone out get groceries. Usually whenever Envy came they were here so he left her some sort of sign that only she’d recognize---then she’d quickly run out to meet him somewhere private. This time, not only had Envy not told her he was coming or made any indication that he would, but he’d come to their house. It was a bold move, and a very dangerous one. Winry had been absentmindedly squeezing some lemons to make fresh lemonade when he’d soundlessly come up behind her, nearly scaring her to death.
"Yes, but they’ll be back any minute!” she muttered, shaking her head and trying to resume her interrupted task. If Edward and Alphonse were to find Envy here….all hell would break loose. Though the boys were finally free from the chains of their past, she knew they still worried about Envy and the remaining homunculi. They were no longer part of the military, they both had their bodies back, and they had returned to their only remaining family: one which had sadly lost one member, but gained two more in place. However, though their lives now appeared comfortable and seemingly perfect, Winry would always catch one or the other sometimes staring off into space with a puzzled or perturbed expression on their face. She knew that they would be thinking about the biggest blight of their past lives: the homunculi. To have them just suddenly disappear as everything else had was a little too convenient, and much too good to be true for them. It was clear that both were still quite suspicious, wary, and resentful towards the inhuman creatures that had put them through so much. Frankly, Winry couldn’t blame them, it was one of the reasons she felt so guilty about her relationship with Envy, especially him of all the homunculi. But this was also the reason she didn’t want anyone-Ed, Al, or even Rose to come in and see him.
“My, my. Are you afraid that they’ll find me here and kill me? That I’ll die?” He was teasing; it was pretty obvious these were Winry’s fears. He pushed away from the wall and stepped up close to her, placing his hands on his hips. It was also obvious that he felt her misplaced concern was entirely stupid if the smug smirk on his face was any indication.
Winry straightened her shoulders and stood tall, not backing away from him. She tilted her head up to retain eye contact with him. For a moment they just stared at each other but when Envy didn’t so much as bat an eyelash after a long time she lost her nerve and returned to her lemons.
“Them as much as you.” She muttered, beginning to squeeze the freshly cut lemons over a filter.
The smirked dropped from Envy’s face so quickly it was almost comical. He growled, startling Winry into turning around with a alarmed expression on her face. It only grew when she saw the scowl on his face.
“What’s wrong?” she questioned nervously, unconsciously squeezing the lemon in her hands and spilling its juice all over them.
“You care much too much for the shrimp and tin can.” He snapped in response. It was a little incorrect to call Al a tin can since he was no longer a hollow suit of armor, but old habits died hard.
Now it was time for Winry to get angry. The wooden floor became stained as she squeezed the fruit dry with surprising strength. “Of course I care for them! I will always care for them! They’re my brothers.” She spoke tightly, trying her best to keep from shouting.
His eyes narrow. “They are not,” Do you share the same mother? Do you share the same father?”
“No! But we are that close none the less. Why can’t you understand that, Envy?” her voice was getting that slightly desperate tone it got whenever she was struggling to keep her tears down. Great. He hated when she cried.
“Feh,” he looked away from her and unintentionally voiced, “I would rather it be that you three really were siblings.”
She whipped her head to look up at him, once more confused. “What’s that suppose to mean?”
“Then I wouldn’t have to worry about Ed.” He really didn’t want to have to answer, but knew that she’d bug him until he did.
The mechanic flopped her hands in an exasperated manner, dropping her lemon. “Oh Envy, please don’t start this again.” She whined, voice tired and demeanor falling. This was a tiresome subject not only because it came up again and again but also because it was a constant reminder of his sin; Jealousy, Envy, Covetry, Call it whatever you want.
“What do you expect, Winry?” he scoffed, walking away from her. She tagged close behind, determined to make him see her point.
“To trust me! That’s all I expect.” She insisted.
He whirled around so quickly she bumped into him, but he steadied her before she could stumble by placing his hands on her shoulders. “I do trust you. Its him I don’t.”
He paused before continuing, seeing her eyes soften to puzzlement. “I know you wouldn’t go back on me, but how can I be sure that he won’t touch you?” However good his first words had been those next ones achieved their opposite effect of calming her down.
Winry’s face contorted into one of rage and she threw her hands up. “Edward is not like that!” she snarled “he would never lay a single finger on me!” she was worked up now and unstoppable “Besides, if you think touch is such an important thing then why do you never touch me?”
Now it was Envy’s turn to be exasperated. Just like he too often brought up the subject of his qualms about her relationship with the Elric Brothers, she too also often brought up her ardor against the fact that he didn’t touch her often.
“Ugh.” He pressed his hands against his forehead and massaged it through his bandana. If he was capable of having a headache he was certain he’d have one right now. If he had been dealing with anyone other then this particular automail mechanic he'd be starting to get violent.
“Winry, you are human,” he enunciated the word for emphasis, “and you awaken human emotions in me, and if I were to give into them or get caught up in them I could end up hurting you.” He hated having to admit such a thing but, if it was the only way to get her to understand he couldn’t think of anything else to do.
But again, this only ended up making things worse. Winry was a hopelessly difficult person to deal with at times. Then others she could take things so well. She was just so strange.
“Yes, I’m human, Envy. Not a porcelain doll! I won’t break as easily as you make it seem!” she shouted, bending over slightly and balling her hands into tight fists as if the effort of trying to get him to see things her way literally weighed her down. She was beyond reason now and her anger was making her see red. She seemed to have forgotten her earlier fears of being found by Ed, Al, or Rose and was no longer trying to keep quiet.
“That may be so bu-“ he didn’t finish his sentence because at that moment Winry pushed him against the wall with surprising strength. Her hands were on his shoulders and they left streaks of citrus juice as she raked her fingers up to his face. She pulled his face down to hers as she went up on her toes until she could press her lips to his in an at first clumsy kiss that was soon accommodated to be more comfortable for the both of them.
Envy was too shocked at first by Winry’s boldness to react, then he stiffened, uncertain how he felt about such an intimate act, but when he stopped thinking and started feeling he realized he liked it very much. Very much in fact. Something in him gave way, almost felt as if something inside actually did break and he reciprocated; turning her around quickly and pinning her against the wall so their positions were switched. It was slightly awkward, her inexperience was obvious but that was more comforting then annoying. Unfortunately various disguises had often called for him to be slightly touchy with a person, something he had despised having to do (which probably accounted for the reason he’d been reluctant to do something like this on top of the fact that he simply wasn’t a cuddle-bunny and his previously stated fears.) so he was able to take the lead from Winry, now content and very willing to do so.
They broke for a bit so Winry could catch her breath. It seemed different then usual, heated gasps were taken through swollen red lips made so by the rough kiss. Before words could be exchanged he leaned down again, pulling her up to him by grabbing her hips. It was a testimony to how caught up the sin was, it would have just been a lot easier to make himself shorter but his mind was too clouded to think of that. He continued to lift her and she unconsciously wrapped her long legs around his slender waist, supported now only by the pressure against Envy and the wall. Her hands wrapped around his neck and buried deep into his hair, pulling him closer. A tiny, repressed moan escaped her lips when his tongue traced them. He brushed over them slightly with his fangs causing another tremor to pass through her. Part of Winry was reprimanding her for what was happening. Certainly Envy’s touch was something she always wanted: as proof that he did love her, to show that she did love him, and because she was like any other healthy twenty-something young woman and her needs. But she hadn’t expected things to go so fast or get so serious for that matter. But like hell she was going to stop it now.
However, fortune had different plans it seemed for at that moment both Envy and Winry were startled from their fiery exchange by the sound of multiple thuds and a feminine gasp. Their heads swiveled in the direction of the kitchen entrance to see four figures. Ed and Al were holding similar expressions of disbelief and their groceries had fallen from their arms, now strewn on the ground. Rose was holding the hand of her child with an incredulous expression on her face.
They were in quite the scandalous position: pressed up against the wall; Winry’s long shapely legs wrapped around Envy’s waist, her skirt hitched up to her thighs-Envy’s hands on hers, holding her up. It was only after Cain, the only one chuckling let out a loud ‘aaawwww’ that children often did when they knew someone was in trouble did she break out of her shock long enough to put her hands over his eyes.
Trouble, both Winry and Envy had certainly found.
Author/Artist: Emely.
Pairing: Envy/Winry
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme: #19 Red
Beta Reader: kiwi_socks Thank you.
Disclaimer: Envy, Winry, and all other mentioned characters and places are property of Hiromu Arakawa.
Citrus Streaks.
The automail shop was strangely quiet for once. Always there seemed to be some sort of racket coming from inside, whether it be the whirring and blasting noise of automail being made or repaired or the laughter of its five occupants: the Elric Brothers, Winry, or Rose and her baby. If not laughter it was shrieking from feuders - usually Edward and Winry. No matter what the place was always alive.
However, today it was completely silent and only the kitchen light was lit, illuminating the corridor which led to it. From the door a flustered blonde head poked out, looking up and down the hall as if searching for something. It ducked back immediately into the kitchen and met with another head, this one with deep raven colored hair with a slight tint of green in it.
Winry jumped back, putting a hand to her hammering heart. “Envy!” she half hissed, half gasped.
The homunculus as always had that strange, crawling grin. He made no response.
“What are you doing here?” she hissed, once again sticking her head out to make sure that no one was coming. Winry looked back at him to see he was now casually leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest and legs crossed. His purple eyes were glinting with amusement at the state she was in. The poor thing was a mess: wringing her hands, checking out the windows, back door, and corridor constantly - pacing even.
He gave a small shrug of his shoulders at her question and in an almost lazy tone responded. “I’m visiting you, like I do ever now and then.”
She shook her head, drawing the deep indigo curtains shut. Her head spun this way and that to try and find any other way through which they might be spied before finally turning her full attention to Envy, a defiant expression on her face.
Envy cocked a brow at this and his grin widened.
“You’ve never come here before! Why start now?” she hissed in a low voice as if afraid they might be overheard.
“Because everyone else is out, aren’t they?” he replied speaking slightly louder then was usual for him. He chuckled when she winced.
It was true. Rose had decided to enjoy the fresh air and take a walk with her son, Cain. Edward and Alphonse had gone out get groceries. Usually whenever Envy came they were here so he left her some sort of sign that only she’d recognize---then she’d quickly run out to meet him somewhere private. This time, not only had Envy not told her he was coming or made any indication that he would, but he’d come to their house. It was a bold move, and a very dangerous one. Winry had been absentmindedly squeezing some lemons to make fresh lemonade when he’d soundlessly come up behind her, nearly scaring her to death.
"Yes, but they’ll be back any minute!” she muttered, shaking her head and trying to resume her interrupted task. If Edward and Alphonse were to find Envy here….all hell would break loose. Though the boys were finally free from the chains of their past, she knew they still worried about Envy and the remaining homunculi. They were no longer part of the military, they both had their bodies back, and they had returned to their only remaining family: one which had sadly lost one member, but gained two more in place. However, though their lives now appeared comfortable and seemingly perfect, Winry would always catch one or the other sometimes staring off into space with a puzzled or perturbed expression on their face. She knew that they would be thinking about the biggest blight of their past lives: the homunculi. To have them just suddenly disappear as everything else had was a little too convenient, and much too good to be true for them. It was clear that both were still quite suspicious, wary, and resentful towards the inhuman creatures that had put them through so much. Frankly, Winry couldn’t blame them, it was one of the reasons she felt so guilty about her relationship with Envy, especially him of all the homunculi. But this was also the reason she didn’t want anyone-Ed, Al, or even Rose to come in and see him.
“My, my. Are you afraid that they’ll find me here and kill me? That I’ll die?” He was teasing; it was pretty obvious these were Winry’s fears. He pushed away from the wall and stepped up close to her, placing his hands on his hips. It was also obvious that he felt her misplaced concern was entirely stupid if the smug smirk on his face was any indication.
Winry straightened her shoulders and stood tall, not backing away from him. She tilted her head up to retain eye contact with him. For a moment they just stared at each other but when Envy didn’t so much as bat an eyelash after a long time she lost her nerve and returned to her lemons.
“Them as much as you.” She muttered, beginning to squeeze the freshly cut lemons over a filter.
The smirked dropped from Envy’s face so quickly it was almost comical. He growled, startling Winry into turning around with a alarmed expression on her face. It only grew when she saw the scowl on his face.
“What’s wrong?” she questioned nervously, unconsciously squeezing the lemon in her hands and spilling its juice all over them.
“You care much too much for the shrimp and tin can.” He snapped in response. It was a little incorrect to call Al a tin can since he was no longer a hollow suit of armor, but old habits died hard.
Now it was time for Winry to get angry. The wooden floor became stained as she squeezed the fruit dry with surprising strength. “Of course I care for them! I will always care for them! They’re my brothers.” She spoke tightly, trying her best to keep from shouting.
His eyes narrow. “They are not,” Do you share the same mother? Do you share the same father?”
“No! But we are that close none the less. Why can’t you understand that, Envy?” her voice was getting that slightly desperate tone it got whenever she was struggling to keep her tears down. Great. He hated when she cried.
“Feh,” he looked away from her and unintentionally voiced, “I would rather it be that you three really were siblings.”
She whipped her head to look up at him, once more confused. “What’s that suppose to mean?”
“Then I wouldn’t have to worry about Ed.” He really didn’t want to have to answer, but knew that she’d bug him until he did.
The mechanic flopped her hands in an exasperated manner, dropping her lemon. “Oh Envy, please don’t start this again.” She whined, voice tired and demeanor falling. This was a tiresome subject not only because it came up again and again but also because it was a constant reminder of his sin; Jealousy, Envy, Covetry, Call it whatever you want.
“What do you expect, Winry?” he scoffed, walking away from her. She tagged close behind, determined to make him see her point.
“To trust me! That’s all I expect.” She insisted.
He whirled around so quickly she bumped into him, but he steadied her before she could stumble by placing his hands on her shoulders. “I do trust you. Its him I don’t.”
He paused before continuing, seeing her eyes soften to puzzlement. “I know you wouldn’t go back on me, but how can I be sure that he won’t touch you?” However good his first words had been those next ones achieved their opposite effect of calming her down.
Winry’s face contorted into one of rage and she threw her hands up. “Edward is not like that!” she snarled “he would never lay a single finger on me!” she was worked up now and unstoppable “Besides, if you think touch is such an important thing then why do you never touch me?”
Now it was Envy’s turn to be exasperated. Just like he too often brought up the subject of his qualms about her relationship with the Elric Brothers, she too also often brought up her ardor against the fact that he didn’t touch her often.
“Ugh.” He pressed his hands against his forehead and massaged it through his bandana. If he was capable of having a headache he was certain he’d have one right now. If he had been dealing with anyone other then this particular automail mechanic he'd be starting to get violent.
“Winry, you are human,” he enunciated the word for emphasis, “and you awaken human emotions in me, and if I were to give into them or get caught up in them I could end up hurting you.” He hated having to admit such a thing but, if it was the only way to get her to understand he couldn’t think of anything else to do.
But again, this only ended up making things worse. Winry was a hopelessly difficult person to deal with at times. Then others she could take things so well. She was just so strange.
“Yes, I’m human, Envy. Not a porcelain doll! I won’t break as easily as you make it seem!” she shouted, bending over slightly and balling her hands into tight fists as if the effort of trying to get him to see things her way literally weighed her down. She was beyond reason now and her anger was making her see red. She seemed to have forgotten her earlier fears of being found by Ed, Al, or Rose and was no longer trying to keep quiet.
“That may be so bu-“ he didn’t finish his sentence because at that moment Winry pushed him against the wall with surprising strength. Her hands were on his shoulders and they left streaks of citrus juice as she raked her fingers up to his face. She pulled his face down to hers as she went up on her toes until she could press her lips to his in an at first clumsy kiss that was soon accommodated to be more comfortable for the both of them.
Envy was too shocked at first by Winry’s boldness to react, then he stiffened, uncertain how he felt about such an intimate act, but when he stopped thinking and started feeling he realized he liked it very much. Very much in fact. Something in him gave way, almost felt as if something inside actually did break and he reciprocated; turning her around quickly and pinning her against the wall so their positions were switched. It was slightly awkward, her inexperience was obvious but that was more comforting then annoying. Unfortunately various disguises had often called for him to be slightly touchy with a person, something he had despised having to do (which probably accounted for the reason he’d been reluctant to do something like this on top of the fact that he simply wasn’t a cuddle-bunny and his previously stated fears.) so he was able to take the lead from Winry, now content and very willing to do so.
They broke for a bit so Winry could catch her breath. It seemed different then usual, heated gasps were taken through swollen red lips made so by the rough kiss. Before words could be exchanged he leaned down again, pulling her up to him by grabbing her hips. It was a testimony to how caught up the sin was, it would have just been a lot easier to make himself shorter but his mind was too clouded to think of that. He continued to lift her and she unconsciously wrapped her long legs around his slender waist, supported now only by the pressure against Envy and the wall. Her hands wrapped around his neck and buried deep into his hair, pulling him closer. A tiny, repressed moan escaped her lips when his tongue traced them. He brushed over them slightly with his fangs causing another tremor to pass through her. Part of Winry was reprimanding her for what was happening. Certainly Envy’s touch was something she always wanted: as proof that he did love her, to show that she did love him, and because she was like any other healthy twenty-something young woman and her needs. But she hadn’t expected things to go so fast or get so serious for that matter. But like hell she was going to stop it now.
However, fortune had different plans it seemed for at that moment both Envy and Winry were startled from their fiery exchange by the sound of multiple thuds and a feminine gasp. Their heads swiveled in the direction of the kitchen entrance to see four figures. Ed and Al were holding similar expressions of disbelief and their groceries had fallen from their arms, now strewn on the ground. Rose was holding the hand of her child with an incredulous expression on her face.
They were in quite the scandalous position: pressed up against the wall; Winry’s long shapely legs wrapped around Envy’s waist, her skirt hitched up to her thighs-Envy’s hands on hers, holding her up. It was only after Cain, the only one chuckling let out a loud ‘aaawwww’ that children often did when they knew someone was in trouble did she break out of her shock long enough to put her hands over his eyes.
Trouble, both Winry and Envy had certainly found.