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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Fullmetal_Alchemist:_Brotherhood_&_Manga
  Relationship:
      Edward_Elric/Winry_Rockbell
  Character:
      Edward_Elric, Winry_Rockbell, Pinako_Rockbell, Alphonse_Elric, Den_
      (Fullmetal_Alchemist)
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff, Cute, Cutesy, First_Kiss, Kissing, Childhood_Friends, Childhood
      Sweethearts, Love_Confessions, Love, First_Love, Boners, Awkward_Boners,
      Making_Out, Confessions, Cuddling_&_Snuggling, True_Love, One_True
      Pairing, Blow_Jobs, First_Time_Blow_Jobs, Crying, Men_Crying, Comfort,
      Vaginal_Fingering, Falling_In_Love, Making_Love, Loss_of_Virginity, Sex,
      Vaginal_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-23 Updated: 2017-04-08 Chapters: 11/? Words: 11526
****** Succinct and Saccharine ******
by FullBladderLemons
Summary
     A series of EdWin fluffy cuteness. All chapters will be related and
     developed to be sequential, but there will be no outside filler
     outside of Edward and Winry's relationship. I don't know where I'm
     going with it. I guess we will see.
***** Chapter 1 *****
“Yeah, I’ll tell her!” Edward Elric called out to Granny Pinako as he shut the
front door behind him, stepping out onto the wooden deck of the Rockbell
residence. He stopped for a moment before heading down the steps, breathing in
the fresh country air. He was getting too used to the dank city air in Central;
the fresh air was a rare treat for him. He walked down the stairs, bending down
for a moment to pet Den, the dog’s, head. This earned him a cheerful bark as he
continued off the porch.
Ed walked through the grass to the small shed where Winry sometimes worked on
her automail. She hadn’t come in for dinner, and Granny had asked Ed to go
check on her. Edward stopped a few feet from the door, his ears straining to
hear any activity coming from inside. He didn’t hear tools clanking, screws
falling, or Winry cursing to herself as she worked. Edward opened the door to
the shed, poking his head inside.
Winry wasn’t working. She was sitting on the floor rather than at her work
bench, her legs crossed Indian style. When Ed stepped inside the shed, she
raised her eyes to him and waved her hand weakly. Ed closed the door behind
him, lowering himself to sit on the floor next to her. He could sense that
something wasn’t right with Winry. She had missed dinner, and she hadn’t even
been out here working, but sitting on the floor. Ed nudged his shoulder against
hers’ lightly. “Granny made stew.” He told her.
Winry laughed softly. “She always does, when you come home. She knows it’s your
favorite.”
Ed grinned. “Well, it still tastes good, ev-“
“Even though it has milk in it.” Winry joined him in completely his sentence,
the two of them ending in unison. Edward laughed; Winry knew him all too well.
Her mouth was laughing along with him, but behind her blue eyes, he saw a
different emotion. His laughing tapered off to nothing, and Winry’s followed.
His eyes remained locked with hers- he didn’t dare look away. Winry’s mouth
opened slightly as if to say something, but she snapped it shut again. She
moved to stand up, but Ed reached out and grabbed her arm with his automail
hand.
“Winry.” He breathed quietly. “What were you doing out here?”
Winry leaned back, her legs now bent in front of her. She exhaled deeply, and
then in a sudden motion, Ed felt her body lunge towards him. He fell backwards
from the force of it, feeling her hands wrap loosely around his neck and
finding his own hands wrap her torso. He could feel her breath in the crook of
his neck, her body angled with one leg woven between his and the other on the
side of his body. She moved her hands down so that they gripped his shirt
tightly at the chest. A few locks of her hair had landed on his face, but he
didn’t brush them off. Her hair smelled the same as it always had; like
daffodils and baby powder.
“I wish you didn’t have to leave.” Winry finally said, propping herself up, her
hands on the floor on either side of Edward. Now, the bottoms of her hair
brushed his cheeks fully, tickling them. She stared into his eyes intently, her
face soft and supple.
“I know. But we have to get our bodies back.” Ed’s eyes didn’t leave hers, even
when hers began to water. They looked like blue oceans, expectant tears
rippling over her irises like a current. He moved his human hand up to her
cheek, cupping it tenderly. “Please don’t cry.”
Winry bit her lip, rolling her body off of him and sitting up. She hugged her
knees to her chest, not making a sound. Ed sat up next to her and nudged her
with his shoulder again. She looked at him, and surprisingly, her eyes had
dried. He had expected to see tears spilling over the edge, by her reaction.
“Come on, Granny will heat up some stew for you.” Ed stood, reaching out his
automail hand to help Winry up. She took it, and began following him to the
door.
“Ed?”
“Hmm?”
Winry was stopped short behind him, and she moved before Ed could even finish
turning to face her. She stepped towards him quickly, her hand gripping his
automail arm and her lips pressing against his. Edward’s eyes closed at her
touch, his own lips melding with hers. His human hand found the side of her
torso as he absorbed the warmth radiating from their intimate contact. A small
sigh escaped Ed’s mouth as Winry pulled out of the kiss- his lips already
feeling cold and empty from the loss of hers. Winry’s face was flushed, and
Edward could feel his cheeks burning, as well. He stared at Winry, her eyes
looking down at the floor instead of at him.
Ed realized that his hand was still resting on Winry’s side, so he quickly
pulled it away and instead grabbed her hand from his automail arm. He wove his
fingers through hers and gave her hand a light squeeze. “Ready to go inside?”
He asked her, refusing to talk about their kiss. Winry nodded, and Ed led her
by the hand outside of the shed. When they reached the top of the porch, he let
go of her hand and opened the front door, letting Winry walk inside first.
“About time!” Granny called from the kitchen. “Get lost on your way there,
Shorty?”
Ed’s cheeks burned again, this time with resentment. A snide remark about
Granny’s own height danced on the tip of his tongue, but he held his words.
Winry gave him a small smile before walking past him, into the kitchen.
“Thanks for coming to get me, Ed.”
“Any time.”
“Now you take care of your brother, Ed.” Granny told him.
“I will, Granny. See you soon, okay?” Ed waved to her before heading onto the
front porch, where Winry was standing to say her goodbyes. Alphonse was running
around on the front yard with Den, his armor clanking against Den’s automail
when the dog jumped on him.
“See you soon, Winry.” Ed told her, taking a few steps past her.
“See you, Ed. Be safe, okay?”
Edward paused at the top step, sighing deeply. He glanced at his brother, who
was still distracted by Den. He placed his suitcase down on the porch and spun
around, stepping towards Winry. “Listen, Winry.” His voice was hushed, and he
took a deep breath. Winry stared at him expectantly, surprised by him. “I am
going to miss you just as much as you miss me, okay?” he felt his face growing
hot. “So…So I don’t want you to feel alone in this, okay?” His words sounded
harsh and angry, but it was all he could manage without getting too embarrassed
about what he was saying.
“Oh, Ed.” Winry laughed softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands
found their way around her torso, and he held onto her tightly. Ed felt her
lips brush his cheek briefly. “You and Al come home safe, okay?”
“We will. I promise.”
***** Chapter 2 *****
Edward and Alphonse returned home a few months later, Alphonse still without a
body, and Edward missing an arm and a leg. The brothers walked up the steps of
the Rockbell’s porch together, and Ed knocked on the door. Den began to bark
loudly, and Granny opened the door, shushing the dog as she did so. She looked
up at the brothers, adjusting her glasses as she gave them each a once-over.
“It’s late, boys. Come on inside.”
The brothers followed her inside, Alphonse following Granny into the kitchen to
see if she needed any help with anything. Edward took their suitcase upstairs,
taking the steps two at a time. He paused at the top of the staircase, looking
down both sides of the hallway. To his left was Granny’s room and a guest room.
Directly in front of him was the bathroom. To his right, there was another
guest room and Winry’s bedroom. Edward set the suitcase outside of the guest
room to the right, and glanced down the hall to Winry’s bedroom. A light was
still on, despite the late hour.
Edward found himself in front of Winry’s door, knocking on it softly. He
knocked twice without receiving an answer. Slowly, he turned the doorknob and
opened the door. Winry was asleep on her bed, still in her clothes. The light
was on and automail parts were scattered across her desk, except for a wrench,
which was resting on top of her nightstand. Edward chuckled to himself, and
crept across the floor. He flicked off the light so that only the moon
illuminated the bedroom through the window. He gingerly bent down and lifted
Winry’s body slightly, enough to pull the blanket from under her.
He laid her back down, pulling the blanket over her body, up to her chin.
Winry slept soundly, her mouth slightly parted. Her long hair was strewn about
the pillow messily, and her chest rose and fell with deep breaths. Ed leaned
down and planted a soft kiss on her forehead, before whispering, “Goodnight,
Winry.” He crept back across the floor, a floorboard creaking loudly and
stopping him in his tracks halfway across the room. He heard a stirring behind
him, and turned his head back to Winry.
Her eyes fluttered and her limbs stretched out, and then she sat up and rubbed
her eyes. “Ed?” She murmured sleepily, clearly unsure if she was imagining him
being there.
“Hey, we just got back. It’s pretty late. You fell asleep with your light on,
so I came in thinking you might still be up. Sorry for waking you.” Edward
willed himself to shut up, but he just kept on talking. He felt awkward and
embarrassed, knowing that Winry must be thinking he was a creep for waking up
and finding him in her bedroom. “I-I just put the blankets over you. You know,
it gets cold at night sometimes, and-“
“Stop blabbering and get over here, would you?” Winry cut him off, her smile
radiating through the dimly lit room.
Ed obliged, walking across the floor and sitting on the edge of her bed. Winry
leaned forward and hugged him tightly, nuzzling his neck carelessly. Ed rubbed
his hand over her back lightly, grateful that she wasn’t questioning his
intentions. When they pulled out of the hug, Winry patted the space next to her
on the bed. “Lie down with me?”
Ed felt his face growing warm, but he got up and walked around the bed, lying
down on the empty side. He lay on his back, even though Winry had rolled over
to face him. He had laid down in Winry’s bed a million times before- and he
wasn’t sure whether it was the fact that they had kissed, or that they were
both teenagers now, but he felt nervous lying with her now. His heart began to
beat faster and there was an unfamiliar fluttering in his chest.
“Is something wrong?” Winry finally asked him.
Edward looked at her. Why did he look at her? Her eyes were wide and
questioning, full of concern. She looked so genuine and innocent, and Ed tried
to voice his concerns, but only ended up blabbering like a fool again.
“Nothing’s wrong, it’s just…It’s been a while since…I don’t know. Since we’ve
even seen each other, before the last time we were here. And things kind of
feel the same, but then other things feel different. And then you kissed me…And
I wanted to ask why, but I didn’t, and then I come in here and I woke you up
and I didn’t mean to and-“
“Ed!” Winry’s voice was loud enough to shut Ed up immediately. He groaned, his
face feeling as hot as an oven. Since when did Winry turn him into a stammering
fool? Winry’s eyes were locked onto his with determination, her own cheeks
slightly flushed. “Of course it’s been a while; you and Alphonse were gone for
two years before you came back again! Of course things change Edward, we grew
up. But that doesn’t mean will still don’t know each other like we used to!”
Winry’s face grew even redder, but she still didn’t move her eyes away from
Edward’s. “And I kissed you…I kissed you because I love you, you damn idiot!”
Ed felt his breath catch at her admission; he had to remind himself to breath
as Winry’s eyes grew wet and tears began to spill down her cheeks. Still, she
didn’t look away from Ed. He still hadn’t fully processed what she had said as
he instinctively pulled her into his arms, wanting to comfort her. She wasn’t
crying loudly, or sobbing. She didn’t seem to be hurt, or upset. Was she crying
from relief? Was she crying because of the feelings that she had confessed?
“I-I love you, Winry.” Ed finally choked out; feelings that he had harbored for
years finally manifesting into words. Words that had been exchanged, and were
shared mutually. The fluttering in his chest tapered off, becoming a dull
tingle of relief and excitement. He felt his body relax against Winry’s. He
didn’t have any more words, and apparently, neither did she. He stayed in her
room, holding her, until her breathing slowed again.
When he was sure that she was sleeping, he moved her so that she was lying on
her back. He leaned down and kissed her forehead again, positive that he saw
the flicker of a smile dance across her lips as he pulled away. He gingerly
rose from the bed, creeping across the floor with greater care this time. He
shut the door quietly behind him, leaning his back against it. He closed his
eyes for a moment, remembering what Winry’s body felt like against his, and
hoping that he would be able to feel that close to her again.
***** Chapter 3 *****
It was as if nothing had happened the night before. Edward sat in Winry’s room,
on her bed, while she messed around with his automail. She was quiet, her face
scrunched up in concentration, as she used various tools to adjust his arm. The
only time she spoke was to tell him to move his arm in different positions, or
to ask how his arm felt. Finally, she inspected the arm with a satisfied
expression and nodded. “Okay, take off your pants.”
“What?” Edward choked, his face growing bright red.
Winry rolled her eyes, knocking her wrench against Ed’s pants legs. A soft
clanking echoed from under the fabric. “I need to work on your leg, you
pervert.”
“You could have just said that.” Edward muttered, gritting his teeth.
Although he had been in his underwear many times for Winry to work on his leg,
he suddenly felt self-conscious in taking off his pants. He undid the buckle of
his pants incredibly slowly, dreading having Winry see him in nothing but his
boxers. He pulled his pants down agonizingly slow, and held them in his hands,
inconspicuously over his lap. Winry leaned over and began to remove some screws
from his leg.
She fussed over his leg just as she had his arm, and Edward quickly lost
attention with what she was doing. He moved when she told him to, answered when
she asked how something felt, and that was it. He didn’t pay much attention to
her actions, until she began working on the very top of his automail. His
automail leg reached halfway up his thigh, and when Winry was adjusting those
first plates of metal, her hands rested just above the tip of his automail,
right on his upper thigh. Edward couldn’t help but notice the warmth of her
hand, just inches away from…
Oh, God. He was getting hard. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried think of
every horrid and grotesque thing possible to keep the inevitable from
happening. He grunted softly as he felt himself growing erect, despite his best
efforts. Winry paused, and Ed opened his eyes to find her staring at him.
“Did that hurt?” She asked him, to which he shook his head. Her hand was still
resting on his thigh, unknowingly teasing him. Winry frowned, finished what she
was doing quickly, and then stopped attending to his leg. Her touch still
lingered on his thigh. “Alright, I’m done. You can put your pants back on now.”
She said with a small laugh.
Ed nodded, but didn’t move to put his pants back on. He was still sporting an
aching hard on, and he didn’t dare let Winry see. She gathered up her tools and
put them at her desk, looking back at Ed curiously. “Well? Are you going to sit
in here in your underwear all day?”
“No.” Ed said quietly, silently begging her to leave the room.
Winry came back over to the bed, jokingly tugging at his pants, which he
pressed to his crotch as if his life depended on it. Unfortunately, Winry
managed to pull the pants out of his hands, exposing the tent in his pants.
Winry’s face grew bright red, and she quickly moved her hand back. “I-I’m
sorry.” She whispered, her eyes looking down at her own lap. Edward was frozen-
half embarrassed and half aroused by her seeing his erection. He swallowed
hard, and decided to speak up.
“No, I’m sorry.” He apologized. “It was just, your hand was on my thigh and
it…Sorry.” He mumbled, biting his lip with apprehension.
“Ed?”
“Yeah?”
“Can…Can I feel it?” Winry looked up at him then, her eyes wide with fear.
Her cheeks were flushed pink, and her eyes showed a hint of curiosity behind
her apprehension. Edward found himself nodding, though he was afraid. Winry’s
hand crept back to his crotch, and her eyes widened as she looked down at him,
her hand inches away from his boner.
When her hand cupped his erection, he let out a quiet sigh. He didn’t realized
that he had made a sound until Winry asked him, “Am I hurting you?”
Ed shook his head. “N-no. It feels…” He was too embarrassed to finish his
sentence. Her touch felt warm, soft- amazing. Her touch felt amazing. He found
himself imagining what her hand would feel like touching his bare skin, and he
bit his lip, trying to resist arching himself against her hand.
“Does it feel good?” Winry whispered.
“Y-yeah.” Edward replied, sighing softly.
Her hand moved up and down his length, softly rubbing it. Her hand curved
around the shape of it, and Edward couldn’t control it as his moved into her
touch. He flushed, embarrassed, and the rest of his body grew rigid, trying to
suppress his subconscious desires. He found himself leaning towards Winry and
pressing their lips together, using his human hand to move her hand away from
his crotch. Instead, he threaded their fingers together. He relished in the
warmth of her lips against his- a feeling that he had pined over for the last
three months.
It was him who pulled out of the kiss, and Winry told him, “I’m sorry if that
was weird.”
Ed shook his head. “No, it wasn’t. I promise.” He assured her, pulling her into
a tight hug.
“I meant what I said last night.”
The words were inches away from Ed’s ear, and he felt a shiver run down his
neck as Winry breathed onto it. He answered her honestly, “I meant it, too.”
Edward and Alphonse left early the next morning, before Granny and Winry had
even woken up. Ed didn’t tell Winry that they were leaving, knowing that she
would have woken up early and fret over their trip, cooking breakfast much too
early and costing herself sleep. He felt guilty leaving without saying goodbye,
however, so he slipped into her room as Alphonse waited downstairs. He tip-toed
to her bed, shaking her awake gently.
“Hmm?” Winry blinked, half asleep, her expression confused.
“Al and I have tickets for the train back to Central. Sorry I didn’t tell you
last night, but I didn’t want you getting up early on our account. I didn’t
want to leave without saying goodbye.”
Winry reached up and wrapped her arms around him tightly. “I’m too tired to be
upset with you.” She murmured. “I’ll miss you both. Please be safe.”
“We will, Winry. I…I wish we didn’t have to leave so much.”
“Ed?” Winry pulled out of the hug and locked eyes with him. “You need to take
care of Al and get his body back.” She pressed her lips against his in a quick
kiss. “I will be here waiting for you, as long as it takes.”
***** Chapter 4 *****
By the time Edward returned to Resembool, it had been six months, and he
returned alone. Alphonse had stayed behind in Central with Armstrong for his
own safety, but Edward had to be allowed to return home, no matter the risk
that Scar posed…He need to get his automail repaired. Ed trudged up the steps
of the Rockbell home, ready to face the wrath of Winry for ruining his automail
yet again.
Winry answered the door with Den by her side, barking incessantly. “Hush, Den.”
Winry looked up to see who was at the door, and seeing Ed, she froze. “Edward.”
She smiled warmly at him, opening the screen door to let him in. He stepped
into the foyer, bending down to give Den a pat on the head before pulling Winry
into a hug. When they pulled out of it, he stared at Winry for a long time. Her
face looked more mature than he remembered, and her eyes seemed brighter.
Edward noticed that her body had become shapelier, and her demeanor seemed
calmer. She was a slightly different person than she was six months ago.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call enough.” He told her.
Winry rolled her eyes at him. “You never do. I’m used to it.” She motioned for
him to come further into the house. “Are you hungry? Granny is in the city for
a few days, but I can cook you something.”
Ed shook his head. “No thanks.”
“Where is Al?” Winry finally asked, finally realizing that he had not simply
been lagging behind Ed. “Is he okay?”
Ed nodded. “Don’t worry, he’s fine. He had to stay back for…security reasons.
They let me leave because…” Ed looked at Winry sheepishly, pulling off his
signature red jacket. He raised his arm to show Winry the damage, and she
groaned loudly.
“Ed!” She scolded him profusely, about how careless he was and how hard she had
worked to fix his arm up last time he was here. She griped about how he was
always damaging his automail and putting himself in danger. She complained that
he needed to grow up and be responsible. Finally, she sighed. “Let’s go
upstairs so I can work on it.”
He followed her up the stairs and into her bedroom. He took his shirt off and
laid down on her bed, propping his head up with a pillow. He watched as Winry
gathered her tools and moved her chair over to the bed, laying her tools on the
end table. She looked at him for a moment silently, studying his face. Edward
could tell exactly what she was doing, because he was guilty of doing the same
thing to her. Daringly, Ed reached up to hold the nape of her neck with his
human hand. He guided her head towards him, bringing their lips together. Her
lips were warmth against his, and tasted like cherries. She must have been
wearing some kind of lip gloss. Kissing her was like tasting cherry pie.
Ed pulled out of the kiss slowly, but Winry’s lips found his again. They
pressed their lips together in a barrage of quick kisses, both eager to be
touching the other. Ed felt Winry’s body moving closer to him, and her hands
found his chest. He shivered as her touch grazed his chest, moving down to his
stomach. His kiss became deeper, his lips pressing more fervently against
Winry’s. Her lips returned the same desire, desperately pushing against Ed’s.
He felt himself getting tight in the pants.
The two of them kissed for quite some time, but Winry’s hands never left Ed’s
torso, nor did her body move any closer to his. Ed didn’t move his hand from
the nap of her neck, afraid of what might happen if he touched her where he was
aching to touch her. Eventually, their kisses grew softer and less frequent,
until they stopped completely. Winry rested her head on top of Edward’s chest,
and he moved his hand down to the small of her back. He absorbed the warmth of
her body against his, relaxing underneath the weight of her head.
“I’m glad you’re here, Ed.” Winry murmured.
Ed lightly rubbed her back, feeling relaxed and comfortable lying with her. “I
am, too.”
Ed flexed his metal fingers, his automail arm outfitted with shiny, new
material. “Feels great, Winry. Thanks for patching me up.”
Winry looked at his arm, admiring her own work and nodding. “Of course, Ed.”
Edward paused thoughtfully before stating, “Mustang told me to get straight
back as soon as my automail was fixed, but…” Ed grinned at Winry deviously. “I
don’t think staying one extra day would hurt anybody. It’s getting late,
anyway.”
Winry’s face lit up at his words, and she smiled back at him gleefully. “Let me
cook you dinner, then!”
When Ed nodded in response, Winry took off out of the room. He smiled,
satisfied, as he heard her footsteps going down the stairs. In truth, he had
planned to lengthen his visit in any way possible. He knew that Alphonse was
safe with Armstrong, and an extra day at home wasn’t going to hinder their
quest for Al’s body. He had missed Winry more than anything over the last six
months, and he wanted to treasure the time that he could spend with her.
So, he would stay the night. He would have dinner with her. He would cherish
every second that he had with her, until he had to continue on his journey. He
was no longer the young boy who had become a state alchemist at only twelve. He
was now a young man of sixteen, and while his number one priority was getting
his brother’s body back, he now saw that he needed to show Winry just how much
he cared for her. They both deserved that much from each other.
***** Chapter 5 *****
After dinner, Ed and Winry ascended the staircase together. Winry lagged a bit
behind Ed, and when they got to the top of the stairs, she grabbed his wrist
rather roughly. Ed was taken by surprise, stepping backwards and finding that
his back met the wall with a soft thud. Winry pushed her body against his,
covering him in a soft warmth. His hand found her chin, tilting her face up to
kiss her lips.
Ed pressed his lips against hers desperately, her body against his making a
fervor course through his veins. He ran his tongue against her lips, asking to
enter her mouth. When her mouth opened to him, he explored the orifice
greedily, his tongue dancing around Winry’s. When she arched her body closer,
pressing her breasts against his chest, Ed moaned into her mouth. He wanted her
so badly, but he had to resist.
He pulled out of the deep kiss and placed his hand on Winry’s cheek, forcing
himself to look into her eyes. He stared into the pools of blue, knowing that
he couldn’t do what he was aching to and then leave the next day. It wouldn’t
be right, even though she seemed eager to. “I love you, Winry.” He told her
easily. He planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
Winry stared at him, her expression a mixture of appreciation and confusion. “I
love you, Ed. That’s why…I want to give myself to you.” She told him.
Her words nearly made him keel over with desire, but he had to keep his wants
under control. He forced himself to shake his head. “I can’t, Winry. I wouldn’t
feel right doing that with you and then having to leave again.”
“But Ed, I want to show you-“
“Winry, listen to me.” Ed took one of her hands into his human one, and the
other into his automail one. Winry didn’t seem to notice the cool metal
touching her skin, her eyes still painfully fixed on Ed’s. “I care about you
too much to be intimate with you when I need to leave so soon. I don’t want to
do something so special with you when I can’t stick around. I don’t want you to
feel abandoned, or lonely, or as if I took something from you. So I can’t be
with you until I know that I can stay home with you for good.”
Winry’s eyes were watering, and Edward feared that she would begin to cry. He
could taste an apology on the tip of his tongue, but Winry spoke before he
could voice it. “Edward, you don’t know how much it means to me to know that
you care for me.” Winry broke; tears began to stream down her face. “Y-you’ve
matured so much, Ed.” She told him. “Just…saying any of that. It shows what a
man you’ve become. I’m so grateful that you’re in my life.”
Ed wrapped his arms around Winry tightly, feeling her tears soaking his shirt.
He didn’t care. He rubbed her back lightly, holding her close to him. He
whispered things that were incoherent even to him, a jumble of comforting words
that made no sense. He showered her in warmth and comfort until she finally
raised her head again, tears no longer streaming down her face. He gently
brushed the hair from her face with his hand, waiting for her to speak.
Winry finally spoke, taking his hand and threading their fingers together.
“Will you sleep in my room with me tonight?”
Ed nodded, following her down the hall. In her room, she motioned for him to
lie down on the bed. He obeyed, taking off his shirt first and then slipping
under the covers. He watched as Winry turned away from him, pulling her shirt
off. He could see the back of her bra through the dimly lit room, and couldn’t
take his eyes off her. She slipped a nightshirt over her head before slipping
off her pants from underneath. He watched as her hands slipped up the
nightdress once more, and her bra dropped to the floor. He was still gaping at
her as she slid under the covers next to him.
Ed put his arm around Winry, pulling her close to him. She rested her head on
his chest, and Ed sighed happily. He watched as her eyes slowly began to close,
like a child struggling to stay awake past bedtime. He watched as her eyes
became small slits of blue, and then closed completely. Her breathing slowed
and still, he kept his eyes on her. Having her so close to him made him feel
complete.
Looking at her, he understood that they were meant to be in each other’s lives.
He breathed in deeply, his senses being met with the familiar smell of
daffodils and baby powder. As he stared at her, the realization came over him:
he wasn’t falling in love with her- he had always been in love with her. Being
able to express these feelings for her now just felt like home. He closed his
eyes finally, taking another deep breath as he relaxed into sleep. Daffodils
and baby powder; that was the smell of home.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     Maybe one day I'll be able to write a nice fluff that never creeps
     into the "Explicit" category.
     Today is not that day.
Nearly another six months passed before Edward and Alphonse returned home. As
usual, Winry and Granny had no qualms about how long they were gone, or
complaints that they forgot to call. It was late when they arrived back, and
Granny went straight to bed. Edward put their suitcase upstairs, and Alphonse
followed him into their room. “I’m gonna go talk to Winry for a little bit.”
“Okay, brother.” There was a hint of teasing in Al’s voice.
“What?” He asked his brother, exasperated.
“Oh, nothing. It’s just that you two seem to be getting awful close.” Alphonse
laughed, making Ed blush.
Still, he went downstairs, finding Winry on the couch. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Winry patted the spot next to her, and Ed sat down. “I missed you.”
Winry told him.
“I missed you too.” Ed took her hand into his human one, holding it tightly. It
had been too long since he felt the warmth of her hand in his. He studied
Winry; her face looked as beautiful as ever, her body had matured. He couldn’t
help but stare at her, observing every inch of her body. “Oh-“Edward reached
into his pocket, remembering what he had gotten for Winry. He pulled out the
small box, holding it out to Winry. “I got you this.”
“Y-you…You didn’t have to get me anything.” Edward understood her shock, why
her cheeks were turning bright pink. He had never brought her home a gift
before, and she must be surprised that he would now. Still, she opened the box
and her cheeks got even pinker when she saw the necklace inside, her lips
stretching into a wide smile. “Edward!” She fingered the jewelry, her mouth
slightly opened. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”
Ed reached over and brushed her hair from her neck. “Here, let me put it on.”
Winry handed Ed the necklace and turned, pulling her hair to one side. Ed
clumsily fiddled with the latch- why did they make these things so tiny?
Finally, Ed got the necklace on. Winry turned back, her hand still touching the
necklace, smiling. Her eyes were sparkling as bright as jeweled heart on her
chest.
“Thank you, Ed.” Winry kissed him earnestly, bringing her hands up to rest on
Ed’s shoulders. Ed’s hands rested on her torso, and he realized that she was
moving closer to him as her breasts met his chest. He slowly inched his hands
down to her thighs, and pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling him.
A moan escaped his lips as she pressed down against his manhood, making him
grow erect. His face grew warm, embarrassed at the sound, but it only made
Winry grind against him some more.
He didn’t object as Winry moved her lips to his neck, nipping and sucking
gently. He heard himself exhaling deeply, and realized that he was buckling his
hips against her. Winry’s hand found its way down to his crotch, giving his
package a light squeeze. Another sigh escaped his lips, and Winry moved off of
his lap, kneeling on the floor in front of him. He closed his eyes as Winry
unbuckled his belt and inched his pants down. He felt her running her hand over
the fabric of his underwear, and he bit his lip, trying to suppress the moan
building in his throat.
Winry released his member from beneath the fabric of his boxer briefs, and he
felt her hand begin to pump his length. He gasped, opening his eyes as her
mouth enveloped his member. He moaned loudly, bringing his hand over his mouth
to stifle the sound. The last thing he wanted was to wake Granny or draw Al’s
attention. Winry’s head bobbed as she sucked him off, her blonde hair falling
in front of her face. Her breasts shook and bobbed along with her head, and
Edward found himself moaning her name quietly.
She looked up at him at the sound of her name, and Ed enjoyed the intimacy of
their eye contact. He reached down to where Winry’s free hand was resting on
his thigh, and he gingerly held onto her hand. She wove their fingers together,
gripping his hand lightly. Ed closed his eyes again, feeling himself nearing
orgasm. He grunted and whispered, “I’m going to cum.” As he held onto her hand
tighter.
Winry took this as some sort of call to action, and increased the speed at
which she bobbed her head. Edward’s breathing began to clip and he gripped
Winry’s hand even tighter. When he began to cum, his body contracted and he let
out a moan before he could stop himself. He panted, releasing into Winry’s
mouth. His orgasm plateaued with a low grunt, his chest rising and falling at
an abnormal speed. Never had he felt such ecstasy.
Winry left the room for a moment, which gave Ed time to compose himself and
conceal his member back in his pants. When she returned, she easily slipped
under his waiting arm on the couch, snuggling against him. Ed kissed the top of
her head, his arm holding onto her tightly. Winry looked up at Ed, her blue
eyes immersive as ever. “Did I do a good job?”
Edward almost wanted to chuckle; she was looking at him like a child asking for
approval from her teacher. Granted, Ed had nothing to compare her actions to
except for his own hand. “Winry, that felt amazing.” He told her honestly,
bringing his lips to hers. He wondered for a moment where she had learned to do
that, but quickly pushed the thought from his head. He knew that they had an
unspoken commitment to wait for each other, and that Winry would uphold that
for as long as it took. When he pulled his lips away from her, his hand found
her cheek, cupping it tenderly. Each time he looked at her, she seemed to
become even more beautiful. “God, I missed you, Winry.”
Ed pulled her into a tight hug, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He
breathed in the smell of daffodils and baby powder, feeling nothing but the
warmth of Winry’s body against his. He heard Winry whisper, “I love you, Ed.”
And he didn’t realize just how vulnerable he felt until he heard those words.
“I love you so much.” He felt tears in his eyes, but he swallowed the lump in
his throat, trying to hold them back. “I can’t wait until I can come home to
you for good.”
Winry pulled from the hug, placing both hands on either side of Edward’s face.
She stared at him, and Ed saw that her own eyes were wet. He blinked rapidly,
trying to keep himself from crying, but the tears spilled over onto his cheeks,
and onto Winry’s hands. “I’m s-sor-“he was unable to finish his apology before
Winry yanked him into another hug, her body beginning to shake as her own tears
began to fall.
He gripped onto Winry tightly, as if he would never hold her again. He allowed
himself to lament, crying with her without embarrassment. He was always strong
in front of her, but he allowed her to see him exposed and defenseless for the
first time in sixteen years. They fell apart in each other’s arms, holding each
other as if they would never let go.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Edward woke up to the sound of Alphonse’s armor clanking on the staircase. He
blinked, feeling a heaviness on his chest and a pleasant warmth all over his
body. When his vision became clear, he found himself on the couch, Winry
asleep, lying in between his legs with her head on his chest. His face grew
bright red and he quickly shook Winry awake. “Wake up, Winry. We fell asleep
downstairs-“
It was too late. Alphonse walked into the room as Winry was sitting up in
between Ed’s legs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Hmm?” She murmured.
Alphonse froze in the doorway for a moment before quickly backing up.
“S-Sorry. I didn’t know you uh, slept down here. I’ll be in the kitchen!”
Alphonse rushed to the kitchen, leaving Ed and Winry to collect themselves.
Edward groaned, sitting up. “I am going to hear about this for the rest of my
life.” He said, though a small smile was playing at his lips. “How the hell did
we fall asleep down here?”
Winry shrugged, yawning. “You’re really comfy, Ed.”
Ed blushed lightly, standing and holding out his hand to Winry. He helped her
up, and then led her into the kitchen. To his horror, he found Granny sitting
at the kitchen table, drinking coffee. “Have a nice sleep, kids?” She asked, an
amused smile painting her face. Oh, great. She must have seen them asleep
together on her way into the kitchen this morning.
Edward blushed furiously, and he saw Winry’s face turning red, as well. “It
wasn’t like that-“Ed stammered.
“We were up talking and-“Winry began to add, before Granny began laughing
loudly. Alphonse giggled, as well, causing both Ed and Winry to grow even
redder.
“I always knew you two lovebirds would end up-“
Edward and Winry simultaneously snapped, “Granny, STOP!”
“Well, that was embarrassing.” Winry said as she screwed a new piece onto Ed’s
automail arm. The pair had rushed through breakfast and took solace in going
upstairs for Winry to work on Ed’s automail. Breakfast had given them enough
teasing from Granny and Alphonse to last them the rest of their lives, and then
some.
“You can say that again.” Ed agreed heartily.
“That was embarrassing.” Winry repeated, looking at Ed with a wide grin.
Edward laughed at her silly grin, reaching out with his human hand to brush the
hair from her face. He tried to tuck the strands behind her ear, but some
slipped out and fell back onto her face. Winry left them there, leaning forward
and kissing Edward’s lips lightly before continuing on his automail. He closed
his eyes and relaxed, falling into a half-sleep, the only sound in the room
being the metallic clanking of metal against his arm.
“Ed.” Winry murmured after a while, bringing Ed to full consciousness.
He opened his eyes, finding her putting her tools away. “Sorry, I was resting
my eyes.”
Winry laughed lightly, rolling her eyes. “You mean napping.” She sat on the bed
next to him, trailing her fingers along his hair. She gently smoothed his bangs
before lying down next to him, resting her head on his chest. She craned her
neck up to him, prompting him to kiss her. His lips met hers with softness, but
hers were more zealous. Ed adapted to her emotion, kissing her with the
intensity she seemed to desire.
Ed found himself on top of her, hovering over her body as their kisses became
less formulated and more disheveled. Ed slipped his hand in between her legs,
rubbing her delicately through the fabric of her pants. She buckled into his
touch, which encouraged him to put more pressure on her sex. Winry let out a
soft moan, and Ed pulled away from their kiss to unbutton her pants and slide
them down with her underwear. He rolled his body to the side, slipping his hand
onto her bare sex. His fingers were met with her wet, warmth folds, and he knew
that he had found her clitoris when she gasped quietly.
Ed rubbed the area softly, making small circles with the tips of his fingers.
Winry pressed herself into his touch. He watched her as he began to rub faster,
her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly open. One hand rested on Ed’s
automail hand, the other on her stomach. Small sounds were emerging from her
lips, and Ed moved his hand down to slip a finger inside of her. She gasped as
he did, though it slid in easily. Her folds were slippery. He added a second
finger, feeling his fingertips brush against something rush that made Winry
gasp his name aloud.
“Here?” He asked her, curving his fingers to press the area.
“Y-Yes.” Winry gasped, buckling at his touch.
Ed continued to curve his fingers up, pressing gently on the area. He used his
thumb to rub her button, and he watched as Winry began to unravel at his touch.
He felt her walls tighten around his fingers, and her pelvis nudge forward. Her
mouth opened, a gasp turning into a moan. She moaned his name, and Ed continued
to focus on the area as she rode out her orgasm.
When her body had relaxed and she was panting, her arm resting over her eyes,
Ed pulled his fingers from her. She shivered lightly as he did. He gingerly
pulled her underwear back up, and then her pants. He buttoned them carefully
before lying next to her. Her juices were still coating his fingers, and he
wasn’t sure what to do, so he quickly wiped them on his pant leg before pulling
Winry into his arms.
“Oh, Ed.” Winry murmured, burying her face in his chest.
It was on the tip of Ed’s tongue to ask if he had done a good job, but her
reactions had already answered that question. He held Winry close, wondering if
she saw the same disheveled, disarrayed ardor in him the night before. He
hadn’t been aware that showing pleasure was such an intimate feat until he was
able to witness Winry unfold to his touch, showing him the inward most of her
feelings.
He held her tightly, listening to her panting dissipate. With every breath she
took, every time he felt her chest rise and fall, he felt as if new life was
being pushed into him. His heart swelled at the sight of her, and he decided at
that moment that as long as he was still breathing, Winry would never have to
feel alone.
***** Chapter 8 *****
“Hello?”
“Hey, Winry, it’s-“
“Edward?” There was worry in Winry’s voice. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Is
Alphonse hurt?”
“What? No!” Edward rolled his eyes, though Winry couldn’t see him over the
phone. “I just…Called to see how you’re doing, and let you know that we’re
okay.” Edward was met by moments of silence and he finally asked, “Hello?”
“You’re calling just to check in?” Winry confirmed.
“Yeah.”
“Edward Elric, you’ve astonished me yet again. But, we’re all fine. Same as
always, Ed.”
Ed laughed heartily and told her, “I miss you.”
“I miss you too.” Winry paused. “Everything is okay? Your automail is okay?”
“Yes, Winry.” Ed said in a sing-song tone. “Hey, is Granny around?”
“No, why?”
Edward smiled to himself and requested, “Then, could you…could you tell me that
you love me?”
Ed knew that she blushing, he could tell by the silence on the other end of the
line. He would bet that she was standing in the kitchen, hair half up in a
pony-tail, leaning against the paneled wall- “I love you, Edward Elric.”
Ed felt his heart palpitate at her words, and he sighed happily. “I love you,
Winry Rockbell.”
As Edward and Alphonse hiked the trail to the Rockbell residence, Edward
noticed the blur of a figure sitting under a tree, at the edge of the river
bed. He held his hand above his eyes to block the sun, squinting in the
direction. Sure enough, the figure was Winry. Ed cleared his throat and told
Al, “I’ll meet you at the house, alright?”
Alphonse turned and followed Ed’s gaze to the river, laughing when he saw why
his brother wanted to stop. “See you, brother.” He said, still laughing.
Ed ignored Al’s mocking, stepping off the path and instead heading down to the
river. As he got closer to Winry, he realized that she was propped up against
the tree, asleep. Ed laughed quietly, kneeling down in front of her.
He watched her for a moment, the way her chest would rise and fall, and her
hair would move lightly in the succinct breeze. Ed reached out with his human
hand, brushing her cheek lightly with the back of his hand. “Winry…” He
whispered. “Hey, Winry.”
Her eyes shot open at the sound of his voice, and she wasted no time lunging at
him, arms wrapping around him tightly. He flew backwards, her landing on top of
him. “Hey, watch it! You’ll push us right into the river!” He joked. His
laughter was silenced by Winry propping herself up on her elbows, her face
inches above his. The expression on her face was serious as she studied him,
the jeweled necklace he had brought her last time he came home dangling between
them. Ed moved his hand to her face, cupping her cheek as he pulled her in for
a brief kiss. “Are you studying me, Winry?” He asked her.
Winry nodded, a serious expression still painting her face. “I missed you, Ed.”
She told him.
Ed gently thumbed her cheek, staring at the various shades of blue speckles in
her eyes. “I missed you, Winry.” He told her. “Do you know what helped me while
I was out missing you?” Winry shook her head in earnest. Ed took a deep breath
and told her honestly, “Knowing that there was someone out there missing me
just the same.”
Winry’s face grew softer at his words, and tears rippled inside her ocean-blue
eyes. “Ed…” She murmured, at a loss for words.
Ed sat up, moving his arms to Winry’s legs and positioning her so that she was
straddling him. Slowly, he brought his lips to the corner of her mouth, giving
her a small peck. He then pulled away, doing the same thing to the opposite
corner of her mouth, making her giggle. Finally, he brought their lips
together, kissing her passionately. Winry returned his fervor, her hands
running up and down his torso as she shifted on top of his lap.
Ed felt his pants tighten as Winry grinded against him, and he moaned into her
mouth. He opened Winry’s mouth with his own, desperately fighting to touch her
tongue with his. Her tongue swirled around his as she pulled out of the deep
kiss, a small trail of their saliva still hanging between their lips. Ed
swallowed the trail with his mouth, bringing their lips together again. His
dick was absolutely aching- her center grinding against him was almost too much
to bear.
Breathing heavily, he pulled from the kiss to compose himself. He took a deep
breath, tenderly running his hands over her torso. “I want you so bad, Winry.”
He murmured.
Winry leaned in close, her lips nearly on top of his. “You can have me, Ed.”
She whispered, her words tickling his lips.
Ed groaned, biting his lip and shaking his head. “You know that I can’t. I
wouldn’t feel right about it.”
Winry anchored herself against him again, a small pout at her lips. “But, Ed…I
want you too…”
Ed wrapped his arms around Winry, pulling her into a tight embrace. “Trust me,
it’ll be worth the wait.” He whispered in her ear. “When we finally make
love…it’ll be…amazing.” He didn’t know whether he was more trying to encourage
himself or Winry on the idea of waiting.
Winry cupped both of her hands to Edward’s cheeks, staring at him intently. “I
know it will, Ed.” She brought her lips to his briefly, and Edward absorbed the
terse warmth. “Every time you touch me, it’s amazing. Every time I look into
your eyes, it’s amazing. Everything about you is amazing, Edward.”
Ed felt a lump rising in his throat at her words, and he covered it by bringing
his lips to hers, her touch giving him the ability to swallow it easily. They
moved, mouth against mouth for a bit, his fingers moving up to run through her
hair. Her hands remained on his cheeks, and Ed took comfort in it. When their
barrage of kisses ended, she stared at him once more. Ed heard his own voice,
though he didn’t register the words that were coming out of his mouth. “Mark my
words, Winry, once Al gets his body back, I am never going to let you be alone
again.”
Winry nodded earnestly, her eyes glistening. “I will wait for you until that
day, Edward.”
***** Chapter 9 *****
That night, Edward slept in Winry’s room with her; this had become commonplace
when the brothers came home. Edward easily slipped into bed with her, their
lips finding each other in the dark as soon as he did. They kissed each other
affectionately, Edward tenderly caressing her body through her night shirt. He
moved his lips to kiss her forehead, his hand trailing up to pet her hair
carefully. “You sleepy?” he asked her.
Winry shook her head. “I want to spend every moment with you that I possibly
can.”
Ed kissed her lips. “I feel the same way.” He sighed, gingerly threading his
fingers through her hair. “But we have to get some sleep.”
Winry pouted slightly, nuzzling against Ed comfortably. Ed stroked her hair
until he was sure that she was asleep. He held her close to him, unable to
sleep, himself. He had too many thoughts in his head- like the fact that he
still hadn’t been able to get Al’s body back. It had been nearly five years
since they had left, and Al still didn’t have his body to show for it. Would
they ever be able to get his body back, and come back home?
It was rare for Ed to have doubts or be overwhelmed with pity, but that’s what
he was feeling as he breathed in the smell of daffodils and baby powder. Ed
finally closed his eyes, trying to move his thoughts to the smell of home, the
softness of her hair, and the warmth of her body against his. He could worry
about everything else in the morning.
“I’m going to have to make an entirely new leg.” Winry nodded to herself after
examining Ed’s leg for the third time in a row. “You’ve grown again.”
Ed nodded as Winry went into the closet, fumbling through pieces and parts of
automail before she pulled out a spare leg. She sat on the bed next to Ed,
tenderly running her hands over his thigh, just above his automail. Ed chuckled
slightly, remembering when she had been working on his leg and he got the most
embarrassing erection of his life. Now, however, Winry was intentionally trying
to work him up. Ed closed his eyes and leaned his head back, relaxing as
Winry’s hand slipped under the hem of his boxer briefs and touched his bare
skin.
He grunted lightly, feeling himself beginning to grow erect. Winry’s lips
touched his own, and his hand found the nape of her neck as her touch moved
from under the hem to the top waistband. She slipped her hand underneath
easily, carefully groping his cock. He moaned into her kiss, arching his body
up to meet her hand. He pulled away and teasingly asked, “Is this part of your
routine examination?”
Winry pulled back and winked at him. “Only for you, Ed.” She planted another
kiss on his lips before moving further down on the bed, situating herself
between his legs. She sprung his erection free from his underwear, and
teasingly licked the tip. Ed leaned his head back and moaned, his body
shuddering as he felt her warmth envelop his length. He watched as her head
bobbed, not failing to notice her breasts shaking along with her body. He
exhaled deeply, watching, and wishing that she was close enough that he could
touch them.
“W-Winry?”
Winry paused, staring at him with her blue eyes wide. “Could you…Could you come
up here and take your shirt off?” Ed found himself blush profusely as his own
words. “I-If you’re up here and use your hand, then maybe I could…touch you?”
Winry smiled warmly and nodded, first moving up and giving Ed a kiss. “Don’t be
embarrassed to tell me what you want, Ed.” She chastised him before leaning
back and pulling her tube top over her head. There they were- right in front of
him. He reached out and groped them carefully. Soft and warm, pillowy and
perfect. He closed his eyes as Winry pressed their lips together, her hand
snaking down to touch his length, still moist from her mouth. He squeezed her
soft flesh carefully, moaning into her mouth as he did so. He was too
enthralled with her bosom to even be embarrassed by the noise.
Ed gasped as Winry’s mouth left his, travelling down to his neck and suckling
gently. His gasp turned into a moan as he teased her nipples, feeling his lower
stomach beginning to tighten up. “I’m going to-“He moaned, arching his hips up
into her touch. “Ah, Winry…” he panted as he came, squeezing her breasts as she
pumped him through his orgasm. He threw his head back, breathing shakily as his
pressure uncoiled, and releasing waves of pleasure. When he began to come down,
he sighed deeply, satisfied as he could be. He watched as Winry moved from the
bed, fetching a nearby towel and wiping up the mess he had made. “Thank you.”
He whispered, his face growing warm.
Winry tenderly pulled concealed his shrinking penis again, and sat on the bed
with Ed. Ed nuzzled into her touch as her hand found its way to his cheek. It
was warm and soft, gentle and perfect. She leaned down and kissed his lips
before moving her hand from his face and bringing it down to his automail leg.
“Alright,” She muttered, “Time to get down to business.”
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Summary
     You're going to want to end me for how I left this chapter. The next
     chapter is on its way, I promise.
“It’s going to be okay, Winry. We’re going to come home.”
Those were the words that Edward left Winry with, as the Promised Day was fast
approaching. He didn’t want to leave her- he knew she was absolutely terrified
of losing him. But, Ed had a country to save, and Al’s body to get back. He
pressed his lips to hers one last time before leaving, and nuzzled into her
neck. He breathed in the smell of baby powder and daffodils, and vowed to
remember that moment anytime he faced danger. He would get through it, and he
would get Al’s body back. And then, they would come home.
“Dummies! Welcome home.”
That’s what Winry had said to the two of them. She tackled them to the ground,
crying from the pure joy of seeing them both. That’s what Winry had said to the
two of them, but Ed felt her hot breath in his ear. “You kept your promise, Ed.
Thank you.” He held her tightly, feeling the warmth of her body on top of them,
and his brother’s warmth beside him. This was real. It was over. Everything was
going to be alright now.
Granny and Alphonse we still downstairs, talking and drinking tea, when Ed
followed Winry up the stairs. He had barely stepped into Winry’s bedroom when
she flung herself into his arms, pressing him against the closed door. “I am
so, so proud of you.” She whispered. “The both of you. I knew the two of you
would find a way.”
Ed held her closely, now with two hands to touch her with- with one, he ran his
fingers through her hair, and with the other, he rubbed her back. “I am never
going to leave you again, Winry. I swear it.” He shut his eyes, leaning his
head back against the door. He let the tears that he dare not shed in front of
Al and Granny stream down his face, as a small gasp escaped his lips.
He was so grateful- so relieved, so humbled. He allowed Winry to touch his
cheeks, moving his face so that they locked eyes. He didn’t stop crying, and
she didn’t try to wipe away his tears. She stared at him, and he kept his eyes
locked with hers. Her blue eyes were pure and caring; the necklace he had given
her still hung loyally around her neck. This was everything he had always kept
in- he was able to let it out now. He let Winry see the most vulnerable depths
of himself, and when he was calm enough, he took her cheeks into his own hands.
“I love you, Winry. I’m in love with you.”
Winry didn’t miss a beat. “I’m in love with you, Edward.” She said it so
easily; the truth of the words sliding out of her mouth as if they had been
waiting to come out. She wiped the remanence of Ed’s tears with her hands
before bringing her lips to his. He moved his lips over hers easily- this felt
different than all the other times they had kissed. There was a new undertone,
a new spark, a new passion. Ed slid his hands down her neck, to her shoulders,
and then down to her waist. He skillfully led her over to the bed, their lips
still connected for the short trip.
As soon as Winry was gently pressed against the bed and Ed found himself on top
of her, it all became so real to him. He pulled away from her lips to lean back
and look at her- her blonde hair was splayed over the bedspread, mouth parted
and cheeks pink. Her eyes were wide and waiting, and her clothing in disarray.
“You are beautiful, Winry.” He told her. His hand moved to her face, and he
lightly caressed her soft skin with the back of his hand. “Perfect.” He
murmured, more to himself than to her. Winry’s hand rose to meet his, gently
intertwining their fingers. Edward gladly held onto her hand as he brought his
mouth back to hers, feeling her tongue pressing at his lips.
Their tongues wrestled for dominance, but Ed let Winry’s slip into his mouth.
She explored the cavern thoroughly, and her free hand slid underneath Ed’s
shirt. He made a noise of contentment as she ran her warm hand over his chest
and stomach, and they broke their kiss and unclasped their hands in order for
Ed to slip his shirt off. Ed hovered above Winry as she ran her hands over his
torso, tenderly squeezing his traps, his arms, his sides. She smiled up at him
and began undoing the buttons of her top. Once she was exposed, Ed leaned down
and delicately kissed the space in between her cleavage. “Beautiful.” He
repeated.
Winry’s top was shed and her bra unhooked and tossed to the floor. Ed grasped
her breasts with two hands, now, and Winry moaned. Ed was already tight in the
pants, but her moaning made his discomfort grow even more. Still, Ed wanted to
take his time and relish every second of their experience. He knew that was how
Winry wanted it, as well. Her hands slowly moved down Ed’s torso, skillfully
unbuckling his belt. She yanked it from the loops and tossed it aside, and Ed
moved his hands down to her pants. His mouth found the waistband of them, and
he kissed the area just above it, in the space between her hip bones. Winry
made a soft noise as he did so, and Ed planted another kiss there in response.
Edward unbuttoned her pants and Winry assisted him in their removal by
shimmying out of them. Ed kissed her white panties, letting his mouth linger on
the fabric-covered mound for a moment before shedding his own pants. Both in
their underwear and nothing more, Ed slid in between her legs and pressed his
erection against her sex. Their lips found each other’s again, pressing against
one another ardently. Ed felt a familiar need growing in his gut, and this
time, he knew he didn’t have to suppress it. He kissed Winry passionately,
feeling her arching herself against his erection and moaning into his mouth at
the friction. He pulled away from her mouth and murmured, “I love you so much,
Winry Rockbell.”
“I love you, Edward Elric.” Edward took a moment, pausing to look at her. She
was pure, virginal, and ready to give herself to him. They had both waited so
long for this. He breathed carefully and pressed his forehead against hers.
“Make love to me, Ed.” Winry whispered, her breath dancing onto his lips.
He didn’t dare wait another second. His hands found her panties, slipping them
down and tossing them onto the floor. His boxers were next, there he was, in
between the legs of her naked body, naked and exposed, himself. He looked at
her form- pale, supple, and perfect. Round breasts, toned stomach, a wanting
expression painting her face. He leaned down so that their faces were nearly
touching, one hand balancing him and the other gripping the base of his member.
“Equivalent exchange.” He whispered. “You give me yourself, and I give you
myself.”
“Yes, Edward.” Winry breathed. “Take me.”
***** Chapter 11 *****
A wet warmth consumed him as he slid inside of her. Never had he imagined it
could feel this good- a shudder ran through him. She was tight, and she gasped
as he pushed himself inside. Edward froze, letting her adjust to him. “Does it
hurt?” He asked her, running his fingers through her hair.
Winry exhaled a ragged breath and whispered, “Just for a second.” Her lips
found Ed’s, and Ed felt her begin to move her hips. He moaned into the kiss at
the sensation- every nerve of his sex was being stimulated at once. It felt
warmth, safe, and inviting. The warm sensation coursed through his entire body,
his veins lighting up with her comforting embrace. Her lips pressed against his
fervently, and her hands were wrapped loosely around his neck. This is what
love feels like, Edward thought to himself. This is a physical representation
of our love for one another. It felt absolutely blissful.
Edward rocked his hips, moaning as they pulled from each other’s lips. Winry
was moaning, too, and making other noises that made Ed’s heart race- gasping,
sighing, and groaning. Ed’s body was burning with desire and passion. He felt
feelings that he had never felt before, almost as if he had become a new
person. Finally, he was home. He was with Winry, the woman of his dreams. His
childhood sweetheart, the love of his life. He leaned back enough to stare at
her face- her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed red, and her mouth opened
partially to let her soft noises escape. Her ample bosom was bouncing as he
thrust into her, the jeweled heart necklace sliding between her breasts. She
was perfect, almost angelic. Everything was now perfection in Ed’s world.
He rocked into her more quickly, noticing her gasping becoming more frequent.
“Does it feel good, Winry?” He panted, as he felt his stomach beginning to
coil.
Winry opened her eyes, and he got lost in the seas of blue. “It’s just like you
said, Edward. Amazing.” She grabbed the back of his neck carefully, pulling his
face back down to hers. She didn’t kiss him, but instead buried her face in the
crook of his neck. He could feel her breath, hot and shallow, on his skin. It
sent a shiver through his body. Winry moaned as she came, one hand gripping the
back of his neck and the other fisting his hair, but not hard enough to hurt.
Ed quickened his thrusting as she rode out her orgasm, and he felt her
tantalizing moans pressing into his neck. He was so close to coming undone
himself.
Her walls tightening around his member became too much for him, and just as her
orgasm ended and her breathing became more regular, Ed pulled himself from her.
He stroked himself to finish, his juices spilling onto Winry’s stomach. He felt
himself unraveling completely, every fiber of his being floating above his
body. He shuddered and moaned with his release, the pressure in his belly
finally uncoiling. As he came back to life, he panted heavily. He grabbed the
first nearby piece of cloth- his shirt- and wiped his fluids from Winry. He
tossed the shirt aside, wasting no time lying down with Winry. They became
intertwined with each other- a tangle of mostly flesh, and one leg of automail.
He held Winry close to him, burying his face in the top of her head. “Daffodils
and baby powder.”
“Hmm?”
He hadn’t realized that he said it out loud. Chuckling lightly, he pulled back
to look Winry in the eyes. “Daffodils and baby powder.” He said, kissing her
forehead. Ever since we were children, you have always smelled the same,
especially your hair. It smells of daffodils and baby powder.” Ed took a deep
breath and added, “For the past six years, that’s always the smell that came to
mind whenever I thought of home.”
Winry’s eyes rippled as they grew wet, and her hand touched Ed’s cheek
tenderly. “You are my home, too, Edward.”
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