FMA Fic - One Shot - Untitled (Proving Grounds)
As promised. I'll talk about my reasons for not liking it at the end.
Title: Untitled (Proving Grounds)
Summary: A little fib gets Ed in a lot of trouble with Winry. ‘She had no intention of seducing Edward Elric until that moment.’
Pairing: EdxWinry
Spoilers: Not really
Rating: NC-17
FMA does not belong to me and I make no profit from any of these tales. Any further archiving of my fiction is strictly prohibited unless cleared by me.
Author’s Notes: In all my stories, both partners are at least 18 years old. It’s the only way I don’t feel dirty writing this. Needless to say, most of my fics take place after episode 51 and therefore are AU.
Untitled (Proving Grounds)
After two hours, Ed was still fuming. Winry watched as he roughly flipped through the pages of the book he was pretending to read and wondered how big the explosion would be if he accidentally ripped the pages of the borrowed alchemy text. As soon as she thought it, it happened. The sound of paper ripping filled the room and Winry held completely still in the chair opposite him.
Ed’s body froze, hand holding the ripped pages and eyebrow twitching. Suddenly the book was flung across the apartment, “Bastard,” Ed muttered, sitting back in the sofa, arms crossed, “This is all his fault.”
Winry knew which ‘he’ Ed was talking about and tried to follow his reason, “Russell Tringham made you tear the page and throw the book?”
Ed looked at her like she was the one with the insane logic and got up to retrieve the book. He knew how much Al hated it when he mistreated the books. “That guy just pisses me off. And now, he’s everywhere I go.” He plopped the book down on an end table, intending to fix it later.
“Well, you both are state alchemists now. It’s only natural that you two would bump into each other from time to time.”
“No,” Ed shook his head and began to pace, “not from time to time, all the time. He’s there, and just now, at the library, that was my spot, Winry! MY SPOT!” He screamed and flopped back down on the couch. “He only joined to be like me.” He mumbled.
Winry rolled her eyes. This was just what she needed; another rival for Ed to bitch to her about. Ed didn’t notice her exasperated expression and kept on ranting.
“I mean, the nerve of that guy, sitting there, in my spot bragging about how many girls he’s fucked.” Ed scoffed, “I bet he’s never even touched a boob.” Ed crossed his arms again, a proud smirk on his face and every fiber of his being glowing in self-satisfaction, like he just won the state spelling bee or something.
Winry closed the fashion magazine she had been boredly flipping through - apparently rib bones were ‘in’ this year - and stared mischievously at Ed. His little spat had suddenly gotten much more interesting.
Ed never talked about sex. In fact, if she didn’t know better, she’d think that he didn’t even know what it was. But there was a difference between knowing and doing and he always seemed oblivious to the female eyes on him.
She was not. Women wanted Ed because he was off limits. Their mothers and fathers all disapproved. After all, good husbands state alchemists did not make. Fortunately for their parents, Ed, unlike most eighteen year old boys, spent more time chasing leads and criminals than skirts.
“And you have?” Winry challenged.
Ed’s arms uncrossed, one flopping casually over the sofa. With a casual shrug of one shoulder he answered her, “Of course.”
“Yeah, and I suppose that you’ve had sex too.” Winry leaned forward, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Lotsa times.” A leg crossed over the other added to the visual of his casual lie.
She raised her eyebrow, “With another person?”
His eyes narrowed, “Yes,” he hissed.
Winry tried not to snicker at Ed’s posturing, “Hmmm…I don’t believe you.”
Ed leaned forward, finger pointing in the general direction of the library, “But you believe that…that…phony?”
It was Winry’s turn to sit back and look smug, “Sure.”
“But…he’s…he’s…”
“Handsome? Intelligent? Charming?” Winry offered. With each word Ed’s eyes narrowed in indignation. “Not to mention tall. I mean, you’ve grown, but…” Winry grunted, seemingly turned on by her next thought, “did you see how good he looked in that uniform?”
Ed’s eyebrow was twitching angrily, and if he kept up the pace, his teeth would be worn down to nubs. “Stop. I don’t want to hear anymore.” He re-crossed his arms, and looked away, “That guy’s never had sex or even touched a woman before.”
“But you have?” Winry mock clarified.
He looked sharply to her, “I told you-“
“Lotsa times, yeah right.” Winry waved the rest of his sentence away and leaned forward. “You know what I think? I think that you two are right in the middle of some macho pissing contest and by admitting that you haven’t had sex yet while he has would mean that you lost some ground. So instead of sucking it up and taking it like a man, you lie about it.”
Ed was silent for a moment and Winry smiled, pleased with herself. She had hit the mark dead on and Edward had no reply.
“I’m not lying.” Ed stubbornly looked away again.
She leaned back in her seat, “Oh really, who?”
She saw him flinch before regaining his composure, “Well,” he sat back and held his head like a dignitary, “A gentleman never talks about his conquests.”
Winry didn’t miss a beat, “You’re not a gentleman.”
Ed balked, “Well…I’m not one to brag.”
“Yes you are! You are the one to brag. Now tell me their names.”
Ed sighed, stalling. “Well, there was Tina, Rachel, Joanne, and- why are you laughing?!”
Chuckling, she clapped a hand over her mouth, “Because you’re just so full of crap!”
Ed growled.
Winry pulled it together, “Okay, okay. Lets call one up and ask her.” She got up and walked past Ed. Sitting on the other end of the couch, she reached for the phone.
“What? No!” Ed launched across the couch and shot out a hand to grab hers.
Receiver in hand, she pulled away. “Why not?”
“Because she could lie!” Ed reached for her hands again but this time Winry stopped him with a hand on his forehead.
“But what girl would lie about having the pleasure of the Full Metal Alchemist?” She asked sweetly. She removed her palm from his face and began to dial the number for directory assistance. “Don’t worry, I’m just going to ask her to describe your penis.”
Ed’s mouth dropped to the floor and he desperately reached for his childhood friend. He’d always thought she was a little evil but this just proved it. “Oh, come on.” He pleaded, catching both her wrists in his hands. She was pretty strong and attempted to wriggle out of her grasp. “I can already tell you that she’s going to say that it was big, hard, and felt good.” With a victory cry, he was able to pull the phone out of her grasp and hang it back up. “Besides, it’ll only make them mad that I told you.”
By this time they were both breathing hard from their wrestling and the giggling that had accompanied it. Somehow during, Winry had squirmed her way beneath him. “Okay then.” Winry’s eyes were full of mischief and laughter, “prove it.”
Ed’s brow wrinkled at her unusual demand, “Prove it? How?”
“Oh me.” She breathed heavily.
The mood changed as quickly as if someone had flipped a switch. Gone was the teasing and the room fell tense. They both froze as the possibilities sunk in. Winry hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that. In fact, she had no intention of seducing Edward Elric until that moment.
Ed suddenly felt extremely claustrophobic even from his position on top of her. Her cheeks were suddenly too rosy and her breath too heavy against his face. He became aware of the heat between her legs and her breast pressing against his chest. Nervously, he licked his lips, “W-what did you say?”
“I said to prove it with me.” She answered, her voice stronger than his and tinted with a seductive tone that he’d never head before. Not from her.
Ed swallowed hard, “And by that you mean…” Some part of him knew, but he needed to hear her say it, just to be sure they were on the same page.
Hands trailed down his sides and she practically purred, “Come on Ed. Don’t be dense.”
When her hands reached his waist and moved in on his belt, Ed jumped. Backpedaling quickly, he scrambled to the other end of the couch, stopping when his back hit the armrest. “You mean you want me to…But, you’re like my sister!” He sputtered, “I’m not even attracted to you!”
“That’s bullshit.” Ed had to look away at how unabashedly she sat up, not caring if he could see straight up her skirt. “Remember when I caught you watching me get undressed?” She changed position and began crawling toward him. The look in her eyes the same as a cat stalking a mouse. “You wanted me then, I could tell.”
She was entirely too close to his groin for him to protest much more. “That was…I though you were someone else.”
“Oh?” she arched her eyebrow but didn’t stop slinking up his body, each word bringing her in closer. “You were in my house, in my room, and you thought I was someone else?” She just giggled. “Come on Ed. Stop playing around and tell me you want me too.”
“I don’t!” He lied. Of course he wanted her. He was an eighteen-year-old virgin and she was a beautiful, busty blond with a penchant for short skirts and tube tops. On the other hand, she was his oldest friend and it would feel wrong if he didn’t try to protest and be the voice of reason.
“Really?” She cocked her head to the side, “Then what’s this?” She was in between his legs now and cupped his growing erection in the palm of her hand, rubbing him through the cloth. A moan escaped his lips and his head fell back against the arm rest. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
He gave her a dirty look and pulled her head to his. The kiss was surprisingly natural, as if they had done it their whole lives. His tongue ran along her bottom lip and she allowed him access to her mouth. He claimed every inch, searing every nook and cranny and moaning as her hands began to unbuckle his belt.
Breaking the kiss, she sat up and pulled her tank top over her head and urged Ed to do the same. Their lips met again and he tangled his hands in her hair. Briefly, he worried that the golden strands would get caught in the joints of his auto-mail. Fortunately, they were extremely soft and ran through his fingers easily, not a tangle anywhere to get hung up on.
Holding her this way, he guided her kisses. There was little resistance as he led her down his neck and across his chest. Licking and gently biting his nipples, she finished undoing his pants. He pulled his hands away, content to watch her as she ravaged the sensitive buds. He quivered as she continued down his stomach and he pushed down his pants enough to free his erection, hoping that that was where she was headed.
Her hands danced around the base, making his stomach twitch and jump. Finally, her tongue darted out to lick the tip. Ed grunted and pushed her hair out of the way so that he could have a better view. Eyes lidded, he watched as her tongue darted out again, lapping all around the head. Sucking in a breath, he exhaled her name as her tongue ran from base to tip and all over again, tracing every vein she could find. Licking a drop of pre-come from the tip, she caught his gaze and smiled a Cheshire cat grin before taking the head into her mouth.
Pride blossomed in Winry’s chest as she watched Ed struggle with himself. She could tell it was taking every ounce of his willpower not to grab her by the ears and force himself deeper. Sucking on the head, she ran her tongue along the slit, drawing out moans from Ed.
He had given up trying to hold her gaze; it was just too hard to fight her. Fingers tightened in her hair as she dipped her head lower, taking more in and quickly going back up to the head. Two sucks and she did it again, dipping down and back up. Suck, suck, and dip. Suck, suck, and dip. Each time she took him in further, smooth lips wrapped around him as her tongue wrote gibberish along the underside of his cock. A moan waited on his lips for her to dip down. He had broken her code and anticipated it…but it didn’t come. His head fell back and he felt her smile.
When she finally did dip back down, his eyes shot open. Again his cloudy mind tried to figure out the pattern. With a scientific mind like his, is should have been easy, but every time he thought he had it, she changed it again. Back to back dips were broken apart by five sucks, then one, then seven. An agonizing fifteen sucks and he was tearing at the sofa.
“Please, Winry…” he gasped, “I need…HOLY SH-“ He ground his teeth together as she took him all the way in and stayed. His body clenched as he struggled not to move, too afraid that he would choke her.
The edges of the world began to fade as he felt tongue and throat muscles contract around his dick, then suddenly everything burst too bright as he emptied himself in her mouth. She held his hips down as she swallowed every drop and his whole body shook with the effort used to keep restrained. With one final drag, she pulled herself up his body. Everything felt overly sensitive. Each strand of hair against his chest, her nails along his thighs, all made him quiver.
She reached his ear and whispered in it, “You’re not done yet, I hope.”
Ed’s eyes lit with the challenge and she quickly felt the world spin as he rolled them both off the couch. It was a small drop and it excited her more than it hurt. He kissed her, his tongue exploring the recessed of her mouth and tasting himself there. She allowed him to settle between her legs and his hand quickly found its way to her inner thigh.
He didn’t waste anytime, much to Winry’s delight, and her panties were quickly pulled off. Giving him that blow job had been a major turn on, especially with all the noises he had made. Warm fingers traced her fold, circling but never entering. She gasped as he ran a digit along her clit.
Ed smiled around her lips when he felt her moan. As usual, he had dug himself into a hole with one casual lie that let to another. He hadn’t the acumen to realize that his need to save face would lean to this, but who would. And if he had been suddenly struck with that kind of clairvoyance, he could honestly say that he would have chosen the exact same path. All he knew was that he wanted to make her feel as good as he did. Fortunately, his determination could turn the world on its head.
With thumb and forefinger, he rolled the numb of flesh, delighted to hear the squeak spring from Winry’s mouth. Not content to just sit there, his auto-mail pushed up her top, exposing her breasts. A metal palm cupped the flesh, circling the nipple with cool fingers. He couldn’t feel it, but she could and that’s all that mattered. Breaking the kiss, he mouth found its way to the other breast. He carefully took in the nipple, experimenting with tongue and teeth to find out what she liked.
Winry thrust her chest up farther into Ed’s face. She was beginning to lose faith in her assumption that he was a virgin. This teasing certainly seemed deliberate. What he was doing was wonderful, but she was aching inside, needing more, to be filled.
“More,” she moaned, eyes closed as her head lolled along the carpet. A finger entered her, thumb remaining on her clit. She sighed at the small relief. Ed’s finger curled up as he began to stroke her insides. Her muscles clamped down, every inch of her insides longing for contact.
Ed felt himself begin to harden again at the sound of her broken pleas. Briefly, he wondered how far he could take this. If he returned the favor, would she still want more? A voice in the back of his head told him that he had her right where he wanted her. It would be so easy to slip inside and take what he wanted in a rush of sweat and possibly tears. This primordial voice rattled something deep inside, scaring him to the bone and almost ceasing his actions. The urge was pushed back as he slunk down her body, putting distance between their aching parts.
Winry didn’t have time to moan a protest at the loss of his fingers inside her before his tongue was hesitantly exploring her. His breath tickled as he exhaled through his nose and she grabbed his head. Flattening his tongue, he tasted her inside. It was killing her, sweetly, not having him inside, but she didn’t want him to stop.
Ed held himself close to her, not that he could move with her holding his head. She was trembling and moaning incoherently directions like “more,” “please,” and “yes.” His hand came up so that he could probe her deeply. A finger found the spot that had made her moan, and his lips found the numb that had made her gasp. Her hold on him grew fiercer as he sucked and rolled her clit in between his teeth, giving it the same treatment he had given her nipples. She bucked into his mouth and he felt the muscles clamp around his finger.
He watched her face as she rolled her head around in ecstasy, eyes closed. She was panting hard and once her eyes opened he crawled up her body, hand remaining between her legs. Supporting his weight on his elbow, he brushed back the hair from her face with metal fingers. His real ones continued stroking her, enjoying the warmth and wetness there.
She felt overly sensitive and sighed, pleased, at the way his hand continued to tease her, head lolling to the side. Their eyes met when she felt him move into position, the tip of his cock at her entrance. When she didn’t object, Ed guided himself inside, fingers spreading her to accommodate his girth.
Winry held her breath at his slow approach. She was surprised at the small pinch of pain, but figured it was just because Ed was so much thicker than any of her toys. And softer, and warmer, and, oh hell, he was just better all around.
Edward felt like his body was humming. Too much sensation for his mind to process when all his body wanted to do was move. It screamed for him to take, take, take until it fell over satisfied. He felt far away. His body was his own, but not, and as such moved of its own accord, pulling out of the wet heat and slamming back in, doing all that he wanted to her pussy that he had wanted to do to her mouth.
He was startled back to himself, concerned at the sharp sound Winry made with this action. Quickly, he determined that the sound was of pleasure and tried to be more conscious of his actions. He was going to both give and take until they were both satisfied.
Winry was a little disappointed when Ed became coherent again. Truth was, his incautious behavior had excited her beyond belief. She liked that she could make him lose control. That disappointment was quickly forgotten as he brought one of her legs up and folded it to her chest, driving himself even deeper.
His bangs veiled his face and swayed as he pumped into her. Her hands came up to push them back, needing to see his face. His eyes were squeezed shut, forehead creased in intense concentration.
That wouldn’t do. She wanted that reckless abandon back.
“Ed,” she moaned, “Ed, please.” She licked her lips, deciding how best to word her demand between gasps. “Don’t hold back. Be as rough as you want.”
Ed’s eyes flew open and he quickly flipped her over. Her skirt was pushed up and her head was down close to the floor. Her knees rubbed on the carpet when Ed slammed back in. Her hair fanned around her face, blocking her vision until all she could do was feel: his hands on her hips as he controlled both of their movements, the zipper of his fly rubbing against her cheek. Everything in her was being pulled to where they joined, pooling there before it all became too much and burst.
She was coming. He was inside her and he could feel her coming. His cries joined hers as he let go, fingers digging into her as he tried to make the feeling last as long as possible. His legs gave out and he fell back on his knees. The joints protesting until he fell back, sitting propped against the couch. Winry crawled over, leaning her head on his chest and curling into his side. They were both very quiet, the only noise being the ticking of the clock and their relaxed breaths.
“Ed,” Winry tilted her chin up to look him in the eyes, which were closed, “tell me the truth, was that your first time?”
Edward looked down at the unsure tone in her voice. The idea of continuing the lie crossed his mind but didn’t stay there. After all, it probably wasn’t a good idea to lie to the person you just had sex with, especially not if you wanted to do it ever again.
A small serene smile touched his lips and he nodded, “Yeah.”
Winry’s head tilted back down as she closed her eyes. She didn’t make a big deal out of his confession, didn’t yell ‘I knew it!’ or scold him for lying to her. She just stroked his chest through his shirt until he felt like he could purr.
She sighed and hugged him tight. His arm wrapped around her shoulder and his other hand brushed her hair behind her ear.
“I’m glad.”
Author's Notes
Okay, so I don't completly hate this fic, I just don't think it's the best thing I've ever written. I like the verbal sparing between Ed and Winry, that's always fun to write. I just feel that the story kind of switched moods too quickly and it lacks a sense of realism. That's all I can really describe coherently. I just...feel that I could have done better, ya know?
I guess it works if you just look at it as complete porn.
Title: Untitled (Proving Grounds)
Summary: A little fib gets Ed in a lot of trouble with Winry. ‘She had no intention of seducing Edward Elric until that moment.’
Pairing: EdxWinry
Spoilers: Not really
Rating: NC-17
FMA does not belong to me and I make no profit from any of these tales. Any further archiving of my fiction is strictly prohibited unless cleared by me.
Author’s Notes: In all my stories, both partners are at least 18 years old. It’s the only way I don’t feel dirty writing this. Needless to say, most of my fics take place after episode 51 and therefore are AU.
Untitled (Proving Grounds)
After two hours, Ed was still fuming. Winry watched as he roughly flipped through the pages of the book he was pretending to read and wondered how big the explosion would be if he accidentally ripped the pages of the borrowed alchemy text. As soon as she thought it, it happened. The sound of paper ripping filled the room and Winry held completely still in the chair opposite him.
Ed’s body froze, hand holding the ripped pages and eyebrow twitching. Suddenly the book was flung across the apartment, “Bastard,” Ed muttered, sitting back in the sofa, arms crossed, “This is all his fault.”
Winry knew which ‘he’ Ed was talking about and tried to follow his reason, “Russell Tringham made you tear the page and throw the book?”
Ed looked at her like she was the one with the insane logic and got up to retrieve the book. He knew how much Al hated it when he mistreated the books. “That guy just pisses me off. And now, he’s everywhere I go.” He plopped the book down on an end table, intending to fix it later.
“Well, you both are state alchemists now. It’s only natural that you two would bump into each other from time to time.”
“No,” Ed shook his head and began to pace, “not from time to time, all the time. He’s there, and just now, at the library, that was my spot, Winry! MY SPOT!” He screamed and flopped back down on the couch. “He only joined to be like me.” He mumbled.
Winry rolled her eyes. This was just what she needed; another rival for Ed to bitch to her about. Ed didn’t notice her exasperated expression and kept on ranting.
“I mean, the nerve of that guy, sitting there, in my spot bragging about how many girls he’s fucked.” Ed scoffed, “I bet he’s never even touched a boob.” Ed crossed his arms again, a proud smirk on his face and every fiber of his being glowing in self-satisfaction, like he just won the state spelling bee or something.
Winry closed the fashion magazine she had been boredly flipping through - apparently rib bones were ‘in’ this year - and stared mischievously at Ed. His little spat had suddenly gotten much more interesting.
Ed never talked about sex. In fact, if she didn’t know better, she’d think that he didn’t even know what it was. But there was a difference between knowing and doing and he always seemed oblivious to the female eyes on him.
She was not. Women wanted Ed because he was off limits. Their mothers and fathers all disapproved. After all, good husbands state alchemists did not make. Fortunately for their parents, Ed, unlike most eighteen year old boys, spent more time chasing leads and criminals than skirts.
“And you have?” Winry challenged.
Ed’s arms uncrossed, one flopping casually over the sofa. With a casual shrug of one shoulder he answered her, “Of course.”
“Yeah, and I suppose that you’ve had sex too.” Winry leaned forward, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Lotsa times.” A leg crossed over the other added to the visual of his casual lie.
She raised her eyebrow, “With another person?”
His eyes narrowed, “Yes,” he hissed.
Winry tried not to snicker at Ed’s posturing, “Hmmm…I don’t believe you.”
Ed leaned forward, finger pointing in the general direction of the library, “But you believe that…that…phony?”
It was Winry’s turn to sit back and look smug, “Sure.”
“But…he’s…he’s…”
“Handsome? Intelligent? Charming?” Winry offered. With each word Ed’s eyes narrowed in indignation. “Not to mention tall. I mean, you’ve grown, but…” Winry grunted, seemingly turned on by her next thought, “did you see how good he looked in that uniform?”
Ed’s eyebrow was twitching angrily, and if he kept up the pace, his teeth would be worn down to nubs. “Stop. I don’t want to hear anymore.” He re-crossed his arms, and looked away, “That guy’s never had sex or even touched a woman before.”
“But you have?” Winry mock clarified.
He looked sharply to her, “I told you-“
“Lotsa times, yeah right.” Winry waved the rest of his sentence away and leaned forward. “You know what I think? I think that you two are right in the middle of some macho pissing contest and by admitting that you haven’t had sex yet while he has would mean that you lost some ground. So instead of sucking it up and taking it like a man, you lie about it.”
Ed was silent for a moment and Winry smiled, pleased with herself. She had hit the mark dead on and Edward had no reply.
“I’m not lying.” Ed stubbornly looked away again.
She leaned back in her seat, “Oh really, who?”
She saw him flinch before regaining his composure, “Well,” he sat back and held his head like a dignitary, “A gentleman never talks about his conquests.”
Winry didn’t miss a beat, “You’re not a gentleman.”
Ed balked, “Well…I’m not one to brag.”
“Yes you are! You are the one to brag. Now tell me their names.”
Ed sighed, stalling. “Well, there was Tina, Rachel, Joanne, and- why are you laughing?!”
Chuckling, she clapped a hand over her mouth, “Because you’re just so full of crap!”
Ed growled.
Winry pulled it together, “Okay, okay. Lets call one up and ask her.” She got up and walked past Ed. Sitting on the other end of the couch, she reached for the phone.
“What? No!” Ed launched across the couch and shot out a hand to grab hers.
Receiver in hand, she pulled away. “Why not?”
“Because she could lie!” Ed reached for her hands again but this time Winry stopped him with a hand on his forehead.
“But what girl would lie about having the pleasure of the Full Metal Alchemist?” She asked sweetly. She removed her palm from his face and began to dial the number for directory assistance. “Don’t worry, I’m just going to ask her to describe your penis.”
Ed’s mouth dropped to the floor and he desperately reached for his childhood friend. He’d always thought she was a little evil but this just proved it. “Oh, come on.” He pleaded, catching both her wrists in his hands. She was pretty strong and attempted to wriggle out of her grasp. “I can already tell you that she’s going to say that it was big, hard, and felt good.” With a victory cry, he was able to pull the phone out of her grasp and hang it back up. “Besides, it’ll only make them mad that I told you.”
By this time they were both breathing hard from their wrestling and the giggling that had accompanied it. Somehow during, Winry had squirmed her way beneath him. “Okay then.” Winry’s eyes were full of mischief and laughter, “prove it.”
Ed’s brow wrinkled at her unusual demand, “Prove it? How?”
“Oh me.” She breathed heavily.
The mood changed as quickly as if someone had flipped a switch. Gone was the teasing and the room fell tense. They both froze as the possibilities sunk in. Winry hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that. In fact, she had no intention of seducing Edward Elric until that moment.
Ed suddenly felt extremely claustrophobic even from his position on top of her. Her cheeks were suddenly too rosy and her breath too heavy against his face. He became aware of the heat between her legs and her breast pressing against his chest. Nervously, he licked his lips, “W-what did you say?”
“I said to prove it with me.” She answered, her voice stronger than his and tinted with a seductive tone that he’d never head before. Not from her.
Ed swallowed hard, “And by that you mean…” Some part of him knew, but he needed to hear her say it, just to be sure they were on the same page.
Hands trailed down his sides and she practically purred, “Come on Ed. Don’t be dense.”
When her hands reached his waist and moved in on his belt, Ed jumped. Backpedaling quickly, he scrambled to the other end of the couch, stopping when his back hit the armrest. “You mean you want me to…But, you’re like my sister!” He sputtered, “I’m not even attracted to you!”
“That’s bullshit.” Ed had to look away at how unabashedly she sat up, not caring if he could see straight up her skirt. “Remember when I caught you watching me get undressed?” She changed position and began crawling toward him. The look in her eyes the same as a cat stalking a mouse. “You wanted me then, I could tell.”
She was entirely too close to his groin for him to protest much more. “That was…I though you were someone else.”
“Oh?” she arched her eyebrow but didn’t stop slinking up his body, each word bringing her in closer. “You were in my house, in my room, and you thought I was someone else?” She just giggled. “Come on Ed. Stop playing around and tell me you want me too.”
“I don’t!” He lied. Of course he wanted her. He was an eighteen-year-old virgin and she was a beautiful, busty blond with a penchant for short skirts and tube tops. On the other hand, she was his oldest friend and it would feel wrong if he didn’t try to protest and be the voice of reason.
“Really?” She cocked her head to the side, “Then what’s this?” She was in between his legs now and cupped his growing erection in the palm of her hand, rubbing him through the cloth. A moan escaped his lips and his head fell back against the arm rest. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
He gave her a dirty look and pulled her head to his. The kiss was surprisingly natural, as if they had done it their whole lives. His tongue ran along her bottom lip and she allowed him access to her mouth. He claimed every inch, searing every nook and cranny and moaning as her hands began to unbuckle his belt.
Breaking the kiss, she sat up and pulled her tank top over her head and urged Ed to do the same. Their lips met again and he tangled his hands in her hair. Briefly, he worried that the golden strands would get caught in the joints of his auto-mail. Fortunately, they were extremely soft and ran through his fingers easily, not a tangle anywhere to get hung up on.
Holding her this way, he guided her kisses. There was little resistance as he led her down his neck and across his chest. Licking and gently biting his nipples, she finished undoing his pants. He pulled his hands away, content to watch her as she ravaged the sensitive buds. He quivered as she continued down his stomach and he pushed down his pants enough to free his erection, hoping that that was where she was headed.
Her hands danced around the base, making his stomach twitch and jump. Finally, her tongue darted out to lick the tip. Ed grunted and pushed her hair out of the way so that he could have a better view. Eyes lidded, he watched as her tongue darted out again, lapping all around the head. Sucking in a breath, he exhaled her name as her tongue ran from base to tip and all over again, tracing every vein she could find. Licking a drop of pre-come from the tip, she caught his gaze and smiled a Cheshire cat grin before taking the head into her mouth.
Pride blossomed in Winry’s chest as she watched Ed struggle with himself. She could tell it was taking every ounce of his willpower not to grab her by the ears and force himself deeper. Sucking on the head, she ran her tongue along the slit, drawing out moans from Ed.
He had given up trying to hold her gaze; it was just too hard to fight her. Fingers tightened in her hair as she dipped her head lower, taking more in and quickly going back up to the head. Two sucks and she did it again, dipping down and back up. Suck, suck, and dip. Suck, suck, and dip. Each time she took him in further, smooth lips wrapped around him as her tongue wrote gibberish along the underside of his cock. A moan waited on his lips for her to dip down. He had broken her code and anticipated it…but it didn’t come. His head fell back and he felt her smile.
When she finally did dip back down, his eyes shot open. Again his cloudy mind tried to figure out the pattern. With a scientific mind like his, is should have been easy, but every time he thought he had it, she changed it again. Back to back dips were broken apart by five sucks, then one, then seven. An agonizing fifteen sucks and he was tearing at the sofa.
“Please, Winry…” he gasped, “I need…HOLY SH-“ He ground his teeth together as she took him all the way in and stayed. His body clenched as he struggled not to move, too afraid that he would choke her.
The edges of the world began to fade as he felt tongue and throat muscles contract around his dick, then suddenly everything burst too bright as he emptied himself in her mouth. She held his hips down as she swallowed every drop and his whole body shook with the effort used to keep restrained. With one final drag, she pulled herself up his body. Everything felt overly sensitive. Each strand of hair against his chest, her nails along his thighs, all made him quiver.
She reached his ear and whispered in it, “You’re not done yet, I hope.”
Ed’s eyes lit with the challenge and she quickly felt the world spin as he rolled them both off the couch. It was a small drop and it excited her more than it hurt. He kissed her, his tongue exploring the recessed of her mouth and tasting himself there. She allowed him to settle between her legs and his hand quickly found its way to her inner thigh.
He didn’t waste anytime, much to Winry’s delight, and her panties were quickly pulled off. Giving him that blow job had been a major turn on, especially with all the noises he had made. Warm fingers traced her fold, circling but never entering. She gasped as he ran a digit along her clit.
Ed smiled around her lips when he felt her moan. As usual, he had dug himself into a hole with one casual lie that let to another. He hadn’t the acumen to realize that his need to save face would lean to this, but who would. And if he had been suddenly struck with that kind of clairvoyance, he could honestly say that he would have chosen the exact same path. All he knew was that he wanted to make her feel as good as he did. Fortunately, his determination could turn the world on its head.
With thumb and forefinger, he rolled the numb of flesh, delighted to hear the squeak spring from Winry’s mouth. Not content to just sit there, his auto-mail pushed up her top, exposing her breasts. A metal palm cupped the flesh, circling the nipple with cool fingers. He couldn’t feel it, but she could and that’s all that mattered. Breaking the kiss, he mouth found its way to the other breast. He carefully took in the nipple, experimenting with tongue and teeth to find out what she liked.
Winry thrust her chest up farther into Ed’s face. She was beginning to lose faith in her assumption that he was a virgin. This teasing certainly seemed deliberate. What he was doing was wonderful, but she was aching inside, needing more, to be filled.
“More,” she moaned, eyes closed as her head lolled along the carpet. A finger entered her, thumb remaining on her clit. She sighed at the small relief. Ed’s finger curled up as he began to stroke her insides. Her muscles clamped down, every inch of her insides longing for contact.
Ed felt himself begin to harden again at the sound of her broken pleas. Briefly, he wondered how far he could take this. If he returned the favor, would she still want more? A voice in the back of his head told him that he had her right where he wanted her. It would be so easy to slip inside and take what he wanted in a rush of sweat and possibly tears. This primordial voice rattled something deep inside, scaring him to the bone and almost ceasing his actions. The urge was pushed back as he slunk down her body, putting distance between their aching parts.
Winry didn’t have time to moan a protest at the loss of his fingers inside her before his tongue was hesitantly exploring her. His breath tickled as he exhaled through his nose and she grabbed his head. Flattening his tongue, he tasted her inside. It was killing her, sweetly, not having him inside, but she didn’t want him to stop.
Ed held himself close to her, not that he could move with her holding his head. She was trembling and moaning incoherently directions like “more,” “please,” and “yes.” His hand came up so that he could probe her deeply. A finger found the spot that had made her moan, and his lips found the numb that had made her gasp. Her hold on him grew fiercer as he sucked and rolled her clit in between his teeth, giving it the same treatment he had given her nipples. She bucked into his mouth and he felt the muscles clamp around his finger.
He watched her face as she rolled her head around in ecstasy, eyes closed. She was panting hard and once her eyes opened he crawled up her body, hand remaining between her legs. Supporting his weight on his elbow, he brushed back the hair from her face with metal fingers. His real ones continued stroking her, enjoying the warmth and wetness there.
She felt overly sensitive and sighed, pleased, at the way his hand continued to tease her, head lolling to the side. Their eyes met when she felt him move into position, the tip of his cock at her entrance. When she didn’t object, Ed guided himself inside, fingers spreading her to accommodate his girth.
Winry held her breath at his slow approach. She was surprised at the small pinch of pain, but figured it was just because Ed was so much thicker than any of her toys. And softer, and warmer, and, oh hell, he was just better all around.
Edward felt like his body was humming. Too much sensation for his mind to process when all his body wanted to do was move. It screamed for him to take, take, take until it fell over satisfied. He felt far away. His body was his own, but not, and as such moved of its own accord, pulling out of the wet heat and slamming back in, doing all that he wanted to her pussy that he had wanted to do to her mouth.
He was startled back to himself, concerned at the sharp sound Winry made with this action. Quickly, he determined that the sound was of pleasure and tried to be more conscious of his actions. He was going to both give and take until they were both satisfied.
Winry was a little disappointed when Ed became coherent again. Truth was, his incautious behavior had excited her beyond belief. She liked that she could make him lose control. That disappointment was quickly forgotten as he brought one of her legs up and folded it to her chest, driving himself even deeper.
His bangs veiled his face and swayed as he pumped into her. Her hands came up to push them back, needing to see his face. His eyes were squeezed shut, forehead creased in intense concentration.
That wouldn’t do. She wanted that reckless abandon back.
“Ed,” she moaned, “Ed, please.” She licked her lips, deciding how best to word her demand between gasps. “Don’t hold back. Be as rough as you want.”
Ed’s eyes flew open and he quickly flipped her over. Her skirt was pushed up and her head was down close to the floor. Her knees rubbed on the carpet when Ed slammed back in. Her hair fanned around her face, blocking her vision until all she could do was feel: his hands on her hips as he controlled both of their movements, the zipper of his fly rubbing against her cheek. Everything in her was being pulled to where they joined, pooling there before it all became too much and burst.
She was coming. He was inside her and he could feel her coming. His cries joined hers as he let go, fingers digging into her as he tried to make the feeling last as long as possible. His legs gave out and he fell back on his knees. The joints protesting until he fell back, sitting propped against the couch. Winry crawled over, leaning her head on his chest and curling into his side. They were both very quiet, the only noise being the ticking of the clock and their relaxed breaths.
“Ed,” Winry tilted her chin up to look him in the eyes, which were closed, “tell me the truth, was that your first time?”
Edward looked down at the unsure tone in her voice. The idea of continuing the lie crossed his mind but didn’t stay there. After all, it probably wasn’t a good idea to lie to the person you just had sex with, especially not if you wanted to do it ever again.
A small serene smile touched his lips and he nodded, “Yeah.”
Winry’s head tilted back down as she closed her eyes. She didn’t make a big deal out of his confession, didn’t yell ‘I knew it!’ or scold him for lying to her. She just stroked his chest through his shirt until he felt like he could purr.
She sighed and hugged him tight. His arm wrapped around her shoulder and his other hand brushed her hair behind her ear.
“I’m glad.”
Author's Notes
Okay, so I don't completly hate this fic, I just don't think it's the best thing I've ever written. I like the verbal sparing between Ed and Winry, that's always fun to write. I just feel that the story kind of switched moods too quickly and it lacks a sense of realism. That's all I can really describe coherently. I just...feel that I could have done better, ya know?
I guess it works if you just look at it as complete porn.