ABC; N: Negligee; Fullmetal Alchemist; Hughes/Gracia
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: N is for Negligee
Pairing/Characters: Maes/Gracia
Rating: T
Disclaimer/claimer: I sure as hell don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters.
Summary: N: Negligee; Fullmetal Alchemist; Hughes/Gracia for spanish_silver since we had seen that fanart a while back of them.
Status: Complete
He laid there with those gaudy purple pajama bottoms she always questioned with his face in a book, as usual. His legs were casually crossed as he leaned against the pillows.
Feeling that she had been patient enough, Gracia pulled the book from his hands and replaced the text he had been reading with her cleavage, hoping he would get the hint and forget about work for a little while. His eyes darted between the book and her cleavage, as if weighing what would be better to choose at that present moment in time. Like he needed to think about that for even a second. He chose his favorite out of the two, naturally. Glad over his decision, Gracia crawled into his lap, straddling his waist to get more comfortable.
Maes grinned that lazy smile at her before adjusting his glasses to get a better look at her. “Hello, gorgeous,” he said softly, reaching a hand up her leg to rest on her thigh. He played with the fringe of her white negligee. “This makes you look so pure.”
“Maybe I am,” she smiled, leaning forward.
“You and I both know that’s not the case,” he closed the distance, kissing her softly on the lips.
“That’s not entirely my fault,” she chuckled softly, pulling off his glasses and placing them on the night stand.
“Blaming me, now, are you?” he asked, sliding his other hand up onto her other thigh before pushing it underneath the hem of her nightgown.
“I could be,” she giggled as he grasped her backside before moving up to her hips in order to flip them around. “But not really.”
“Mmm,” Maes leaned back to fully view his wife underneath him with as much visibility he could muster without his glasses on. He pressed kisses along her collarbone before dipping down to her breasts. “You always need to take off my glasses, don’t you? You know you’re beautiful...” He knew that she was self-conscious in fifth month of pregnancy, but she was truly beautiful... and if her breasts would continue to swell, he would be one happy husband.
“Says you. I’m pregnant.” She gave him a look that he clearly caught before he tugged her negligee up. “Let your vision be fuzzy.”
Title: N is for Negligee
Pairing/Characters: Maes/Gracia
Rating: T
Disclaimer/claimer: I sure as hell don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters.
Summary: N: Negligee; Fullmetal Alchemist; Hughes/Gracia for spanish_silver since we had seen that fanart a while back of them.
Status: Complete
He laid there with those gaudy purple pajama bottoms she always questioned with his face in a book, as usual. His legs were casually crossed as he leaned against the pillows.
Feeling that she had been patient enough, Gracia pulled the book from his hands and replaced the text he had been reading with her cleavage, hoping he would get the hint and forget about work for a little while. His eyes darted between the book and her cleavage, as if weighing what would be better to choose at that present moment in time. Like he needed to think about that for even a second. He chose his favorite out of the two, naturally. Glad over his decision, Gracia crawled into his lap, straddling his waist to get more comfortable.
Maes grinned that lazy smile at her before adjusting his glasses to get a better look at her. “Hello, gorgeous,” he said softly, reaching a hand up her leg to rest on her thigh. He played with the fringe of her white negligee. “This makes you look so pure.”
“Maybe I am,” she smiled, leaning forward.
“You and I both know that’s not the case,” he closed the distance, kissing her softly on the lips.
“That’s not entirely my fault,” she chuckled softly, pulling off his glasses and placing them on the night stand.
“Blaming me, now, are you?” he asked, sliding his other hand up onto her other thigh before pushing it underneath the hem of her nightgown.
“I could be,” she giggled as he grasped her backside before moving up to her hips in order to flip them around. “But not really.”
“Mmm,” Maes leaned back to fully view his wife underneath him with as much visibility he could muster without his glasses on. He pressed kisses along her collarbone before dipping down to her breasts. “You always need to take off my glasses, don’t you? You know you’re beautiful...” He knew that she was self-conscious in fifth month of pregnancy, but she was truly beautiful... and if her breasts would continue to swell, he would be one happy husband.
“Says you. I’m pregnant.” She gave him a look that he clearly caught before he tugged her negligee up. “Let your vision be fuzzy.”