Moonlit encounter [Fullmetal Alchemist, Ling/RanFan, R]

[oceanee.livejournal.com]

Title: Moonlit encounter
Author: Oceanee
Rating: R
Warnings: Voyeurism, and teenage fantasies. Spoilers for the entire manga, to be safe.
Word count: 1556
Summary: Really, it wasn't his fault at all. Prompt was : Ling/Ranfan - bathing, seeing through the steam
A/N: My first fic in this fandom, hopefully the characters aren't too OOC!
Many thanks to autumnvignette  for being an awesome beta-reader and a great friend!

Edit: Sorry, manip error, internet's going wild right now!

 

Memories, no matter how cherished, were treacherous things. They twisted and turned, caught in the wheel of time, until good and bad blended together, until the worst souvenirs gilded up and the best ones blurred around the edges.

 

Some of them, though, stubbornly remained, refusing to suffer the same fate and staying with you long past your old years, following you into the grave and lighting your way into the afterlife. Those memories, the most precious of all, paved the road you had travelled and sketched the contours of your future, made you the person you were always meant to become.

 

Defining moments. Those fleeting instants and impulsive actions you never realized would be so important until it was too late.

 

Ling Yao had never seen them coming. Be it battles or deaths, laughs or promises, they had all weaved together to make him who he was now, and he had rarely even taken notice.

 

Except for this one time. This one time, there was a feeling in the air around him, a clenching of his insides and an absolute certainty – he would never forget that moment.

 

The atmosphere was humid, saturated with droplets of vapor that were slowly gathering on his brow. He was sweating, but trying with all his might not to move an inch – his very life was probably on the line.

 

If she so much as suspected... well, he wasn't sure her unwavering loyalty could stretch that far. Would she even recognize him in the darkness before she hit?

 

To be fair, it wasn't really his fault. He hadn't really meant to follow his bodyguard to the bath house, nor had he intended to get stuck in there, a short distance away from the hot waters outside, within seeing range of things he should never have been allowed to lay his eyes upon.

 

Well, it wasn't like there was anywhere else he could look, right? The place was boring, and empty. Why she chose to bathe at night was a mystery to him, though he suspected it probably had to do with the fact that he was usually safe and sound in his own room at this hour, surrounded by loyal guards and away from any potential danger.

 

Still, it was taking all his might to hide his presence from her well-honed senses. He was crouched down under a low tree, controlling his breathing and heartbeat in the hope that he would remain unnoticed.

 

It wasn't like he had meant to watch her bathe, right? It was an unfortunate accident. And he was most definitely not responsible.

 

Not at all.

 

He couldn't have known she would be there, he was only passing by. By mistake.

 

Besides, he couldn't see much of anything right now. She had her back to him and was sitting underwater, so that only her shoulders and head were visible. The steam was rising in thick volutes around her, and the moonlight reflecting on the vapor was giving her an ethereal and almost eerie glow. As she slightly rose up to make sure her weapons weren't out of her reach, Ling's breath hitched in his throat, his heartbeat quickening, half in excitement and half in fright that she would see him.

 

For the first time since he sat there, he could see her entire face. Short strands of wet hair were stuck to her forehead and cheeks, and the young man had to battle the urge to take the few steps that would lead to her and brush them out of her eyes.

 

Now if she would only stand up...

 

The mere thought sent his blood rushing south, and the young emperor clenched his teeth in an effort to remain calm and collected – now wasn't the time to get hot and bothered. There were moments for that kind of things, and usually they involved early mornings and a hot shower.

 

Many people in his entourage had pegged Ling as the suave type, sweet on the ladies and quick to get them to his bed. To his great amusement though, that reputation was so completely unfounded it was almost comical. Women were lining up at the seventeen-year-old's bedroom door to be chosen as his wives, but he had never managed to find it in him to even make an effort to go farther than harmless flirting.

 

He didn't want these women. There was only one girl whose lean and subtly curved body filled his fantasies, and she was currently sitting, naked as the day she was born, running a sponge over her skin in one gliding, mesmerizing movement, down the curve of a shoulder and over her right elbow.

 

From his angle a few feet away from her, he couldn't see her left arm, and he could almost believe in the illusion she presented, that she was whole and hadn't sacrificed a limb to save his life and dreams. He knew the automail was there though, marring her smooth, pale skin and breaking the harmonious line of her bust.

 

The play of lights on the back and side of her neck, the way it reflected on her black hair, shook him out of his musings, allowing him to guiltily enjoy the sight of her.

 

Trained to fight since she was a small child, every move she made was careful, there was no waste of movement or space, of energy. She was graceful in every sense of the word, arms moving in synch despite the heavy metal attached to her shoulder, the water around her barely disturbed. Hypnotized as he was, it took a moment for Ling to notice that she had risen on her knees, slightly turning to face the moonlight.

 

His heart now pounding wildly, he let his gaze slide down her neck to reach the upper curve of her petite breasts, and let it linger there, fascinated by the way the mounds of flesh disappeared underwater, only to rise back up with every stretch of her arm, allowing him short peeks of rosy nipples.

 

His pants now uncomfortably tight, he let his mind wander. Every carefully calculated stroke she made on her body, lathering it with light-scented soap, was made by his own hands, every sigh of bliss at the feeling of hot, steaming water relaxing her muscles was brought out by his mouth on her skin, closing over a breast, then the other, and before he knew it, every guilty fantasy he'd ever had of her while he touched himself in his bathroom was taking shape, becoming reality right in front of his very eyes.

 

In his mind, she was moaning under his touch, whimpering with pleasure as he caressed her and took his time to map out her body, tasting, licking every secret valley and swell. The slow and soft contact of the hot water was bringing them closer, she ran her hands through his hair and threw her head back, before she straddled him and-

 

A sudden noise made him snap out of his trance, and as he watched her rise to her full height to run the sponge down the inside of her thigh, he couldn't help himself and groaned.

 

Oops.

 

She paused, eyes wild for half a second before they narrowed. She slowly dropped the sponge, remaining completely still, gloriously naked in the moonlight and really, keeping silent was getting to be more of a challenge than he would have ever thought – schooling his breath was nearly impossible.

 

The moment only lasted a breath, but it felt like forever to Ling, who was becoming more and more aware that running for his life with a rather painful erection tenting his pants probably wouldn't be a wise thing to do, but before he could even decide to come out and reveal himself (possibly to try and ravish her, after all, how long could she resist him if he asked nicely? If he ordered it? The idea was tempting), her eyes widened all of a sudden, and in a flash, she was gone, leaving her clothes and weapons on the edge of the bath.

 

Disappointed, but oddly relieved at the same time – after all, fantasies were all nice and dandy, but when faced with the real thing, he wasn't sure he would know what to do with so much soft flesh – Ling, feeling oddly daring after coming out alive of a trip to the lion's den, debated on picking up her things to bring them back to her quarters the next day.

 

He already knew he would relish the look on her face if he did.

 

What he did not know was that the memory of that night would haunt him for weeks, until he would snap and grab her around the waist, rip off her mask and kiss her senseless, regardless of her rather violent protests.

 

Years, and many clandestine encounters behind closed doors and drawn curtains later, Ling, who finally hadn't brought back her clothes from the bathing house, deciding it was too dangerous once the adrenaline rush had faded, would gather his courage and admit to her exactly what had transpired that night.

 

RanFan would hide a smile behind her mask, bowing her head to him as she stood right next to his throne, and tell him that stealth was decidedly a weak point of his.

Comments

[lady-ganesh.livejournal.com]

Nice work!

[oceanee.livejournal.com]

Thank you!! <3

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

I really liked it. The last line amused me mightily

[oceanee.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I'm glad you liked it! ^_^

[seta-suzume.livejournal.com]

Ah, this is great! (Ha ha, Ling, of course she'd know!) I feel so lucky! :D This was one of my prompts and I got two wonderful fills~

[oceanee.livejournal.com]

Well, of course she would, who does he think she is? xD

Thank you so much, I'm glad you liked it, especially since it was one of your prompts! =)

[enemytosleep]

Aw, Ling was sweetly virginal here. Cute piece!

[oceanee.livejournal.com]

Thank you!! I'm glad you liked! I really wanted to portray him as an inexperienced (and kind of perverted) teenager and I wasn't sure it would work. ^_^

[saltedpin.livejournal.com]

I really loved this! You captured Ling's voice wonderfully. Really well done.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Yay for horny, inexperienced Ling. It's really sweet!

[oceanee.livejournal.com]

Thank you!! ^_^

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. :D