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Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Nudity.
Word count: 957
Summary: "Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward/Winry: Skinny dipping – Show me yours, I’ll show you mine." Enjoy!
“Turn around so you can finish the tour.”
Nearly jumping out of his skin, Ed craned his neck to see who was speaking without completely turning around. Well, he already knew who was talking but he needed to see for himself to actually believe that this was happening to him.
He had been bathing… at least, until he had dared himself to stand on top of the large rock in the middle of the lake, just as he had done years before when he was half his current size.
As children, they—he, Al, and Winry—had taken trips to this lake, joyfully racing each other to reach this rock, standing proudly on top once they reached it.
Whoever won would whoop and yell out their victory, openly mocking the losers and their lesser skill.
When they had gotten older, more conscious of their developing bodies, Winry had stopped racing against her will. Granny wouldn’t allow it. She would only be allowed in the water if she had a bathing suit on, but where was the fun in that? She protested not-so-silently and refused to race.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, having to shout a little so his words would make it to Winry. Doing so masked the tremor that was fighting its way into his voice, as well.
He was vulnerable. He didn’t want to jump down into the water, admit defeat. He wanted to yell and even slam his fists against his chest and be a man, but he couldn’t with Winry watching. He felt timid in her presence without an answer as to why.
His automail gleamed in the moonlight and Winry wouldn’t help but admire the view. Running around Amestris was working wonders on that ass of his. She almost didn’t hear him ask her a question due to her mind wandering, wondering if she could bounce a sen or two off of those cheeks.
“Earth to Winry,” he growled out after she had not responded immediately.
“What?”
“Why are you here?” he asked.
“I was wondering where you went, so I decided to go for a walk and check since it’s so beautiful out tonight.” With a wicked smirk, she requested, “Hey, Ed. Turn around, I can’t hear you too well if you’re facing the other direction.”
She couldn’t make out what he was saying to her, his grumbles being swept away by the wind; but he turned slowly to face her, inching to the side bit by bit. He pivoted around, his large hands cupping the parts of himself he wished to keep hidden.
She scowled at him. “What are you, a prude?”
“I just don’t feel like flashing you, is that a problem?”
“There are two full moons out already, I don’t think I’d have a problem seeing everything else,” she mumbled to herself, snickering at her humor.
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing,” she said quickly and smiled. She kicked off her sandals, leaving them to rest in the grass. “How’s the water?”
“Nice,” he said as if he didn’t believe it himself, awkwardly shifting. Now he felt like he was on display. At least it was only Winry.
…right?
“Mind if I join you? It’s been a while since I took a swim here.”
He shrugged, tilting his head to the side to look up at the sky. He almost forgot that he needed to cup himself in order to retain some sense of decency. It was so customary for him to cross his arms over his chest. “Whatever, I’ll probably be getting out—Winry!”
Winry had stepped out of her jean shorts when he had looked away and now she was tugging her shirt over her head. His eyes were wide and couldn’t bear to tear them away. She couldn’t pretend that she wasn’t embarrassed or not undressing in front of her longtime love, but with a bright blush she unhooked her bra and tossed it to the side. Her panties followed.
Edward lost the ability to speak, or even pick his jaw off the rock—where it had dropped, up until she had reached the rock he was perched upon. She slapped a wet palm to the hard surface, smiling up at him. The amount of her breasts he could still see, even when she was in the water, was too much. Covering himself was getting harder—no pun intended.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” she said, her smile turning coy. She smirked in a way reminiscent to Mustang and he frowned.
“I… I already saw. Yours,” he struggled to say. “Mine’s, uh, nothing special.”
“Tit for tat. I’ll be the judge.”
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t call it ‘tat,’ Winry.”
“What should I call it?”
He sighed, letting his arms cross over his chest, the way he had wanted to before. He tried to look everywhere but where Winry was. She licked her lips.
The rock wasn’t small by any means, but to hold two people without being cramped was forcing its power. She didn’t care, however, as she hoisted herself up onto it.
Lying back, she hummed a tune softly to herself as she watched the milky peach color of his skin and the stars in the sky at the same time, each fighting for her focus.
It took him ten seconds of willpower to not look down at her lying next to his feet.
“Who wins?” she asked, breaking the silence that had settled between them. He had wisely chosen to sit down next to her. That way it wouldn’t be so obvious that he was gawking from up above where she could easy see.
He smirked, watching the rise and fall of her breasts with every breath. “I won.”
Author:
suspiciousRating: PG-13
Warnings: Nudity.
Word count: 957
Summary: "Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward/Winry: Skinny dipping – Show me yours, I’ll show you mine." Enjoy!
“Turn around so you can finish the tour.”
Nearly jumping out of his skin, Ed craned his neck to see who was speaking without completely turning around. Well, he already knew who was talking but he needed to see for himself to actually believe that this was happening to him.
He had been bathing… at least, until he had dared himself to stand on top of the large rock in the middle of the lake, just as he had done years before when he was half his current size.
As children, they—he, Al, and Winry—had taken trips to this lake, joyfully racing each other to reach this rock, standing proudly on top once they reached it.
Whoever won would whoop and yell out their victory, openly mocking the losers and their lesser skill.
When they had gotten older, more conscious of their developing bodies, Winry had stopped racing against her will. Granny wouldn’t allow it. She would only be allowed in the water if she had a bathing suit on, but where was the fun in that? She protested not-so-silently and refused to race.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, having to shout a little so his words would make it to Winry. Doing so masked the tremor that was fighting its way into his voice, as well.
He was vulnerable. He didn’t want to jump down into the water, admit defeat. He wanted to yell and even slam his fists against his chest and be a man, but he couldn’t with Winry watching. He felt timid in her presence without an answer as to why.
His automail gleamed in the moonlight and Winry wouldn’t help but admire the view. Running around Amestris was working wonders on that ass of his. She almost didn’t hear him ask her a question due to her mind wandering, wondering if she could bounce a sen or two off of those cheeks.
“Earth to Winry,” he growled out after she had not responded immediately.
“What?”
“Why are you here?” he asked.
“I was wondering where you went, so I decided to go for a walk and check since it’s so beautiful out tonight.” With a wicked smirk, she requested, “Hey, Ed. Turn around, I can’t hear you too well if you’re facing the other direction.”
She couldn’t make out what he was saying to her, his grumbles being swept away by the wind; but he turned slowly to face her, inching to the side bit by bit. He pivoted around, his large hands cupping the parts of himself he wished to keep hidden.
She scowled at him. “What are you, a prude?”
“I just don’t feel like flashing you, is that a problem?”
“There are two full moons out already, I don’t think I’d have a problem seeing everything else,” she mumbled to herself, snickering at her humor.
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing,” she said quickly and smiled. She kicked off her sandals, leaving them to rest in the grass. “How’s the water?”
“Nice,” he said as if he didn’t believe it himself, awkwardly shifting. Now he felt like he was on display. At least it was only Winry.
…right?
“Mind if I join you? It’s been a while since I took a swim here.”
He shrugged, tilting his head to the side to look up at the sky. He almost forgot that he needed to cup himself in order to retain some sense of decency. It was so customary for him to cross his arms over his chest. “Whatever, I’ll probably be getting out—Winry!”
Winry had stepped out of her jean shorts when he had looked away and now she was tugging her shirt over her head. His eyes were wide and couldn’t bear to tear them away. She couldn’t pretend that she wasn’t embarrassed or not undressing in front of her longtime love, but with a bright blush she unhooked her bra and tossed it to the side. Her panties followed.
Edward lost the ability to speak, or even pick his jaw off the rock—where it had dropped, up until she had reached the rock he was perched upon. She slapped a wet palm to the hard surface, smiling up at him. The amount of her breasts he could still see, even when she was in the water, was too much. Covering himself was getting harder—no pun intended.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” she said, her smile turning coy. She smirked in a way reminiscent to Mustang and he frowned.
“I… I already saw. Yours,” he struggled to say. “Mine’s, uh, nothing special.”
“Tit for tat. I’ll be the judge.”
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t call it ‘tat,’ Winry.”
“What should I call it?”
He sighed, letting his arms cross over his chest, the way he had wanted to before. He tried to look everywhere but where Winry was. She licked her lips.
The rock wasn’t small by any means, but to hold two people without being cramped was forcing its power. She didn’t care, however, as she hoisted herself up onto it.
Lying back, she hummed a tune softly to herself as she watched the milky peach color of his skin and the stars in the sky at the same time, each fighting for her focus.
It took him ten seconds of willpower to not look down at her lying next to his feet.
“Who wins?” she asked, breaking the silence that had settled between them. He had wisely chosen to sit down next to her. That way it wouldn’t be so obvious that he was gawking from up above where she could easy see.
He smirked, watching the rise and fall of her breasts with every breath. “I won.”
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