Lace and Ribbons [Fullmetal Alchemist, Ed/Winry, R]

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Title: Lace and Ribbons
Author: suspicious
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual implications, walking the line of explicitness.
Word Count: 445
Prompt: “Fullmetal Alchemist, Winry/Ed, Black Lace, ‘She wore black lace undergarments.’”
Much thanks to my beta, cornerofmadness.

Winry didn’t need a holiday to surprise her husband. She didn’t need a reason.

The look on Ed’s face was enough when he saw what she was wearing—and the pose she was in. He was like his birthday and every single holiday rolled into one. She beckoned him into their bedroom with a deceivingly innocent tone and a wiggle of her index finger.

She was already on her back, hair hanging off the end of the bed. One leg bent, the other flat against cool sheets in a pose she copied from a dirty magazine she had found once in the shop. Winry’s hand, the very one that had beckoned him, now hung off the edge of the bed; its partner rested, ever-so-subtly pushing up her breasts that were covered with a thick, black lace ribbon. She bit her bottom lip while smirking wickedly at him.

Edward disposed of his clothing—in almost record time—from the moment he kicked the door shut to the next instant of tugging on ribbon ties.

Her panties matched, apart from for the fact that they were actually undergarments as opposed to what Ed would affectionately refer to as “the best present he ever unwrapped” that was barely covering only her nipples.

There was so much lace, so much black.

The gentle curves and swells of her torso were calling to his hands as he gripped her waist to pull her up and on top of him. Edward grinned. Her panties were the easiest to tear from her. The added bonus of the friction between them after he untied the sides and pulled the lace from her—that was too good. At least he couldn’t ruin this pair in his impatient haste, like pairs of the past.

The black band of lace-ribbon that was tied securely around her chest, resting over her nipples, was the harder of the two items to pull away. Until she suggested his teeth, he was fruitless; teeth meant he could ruin the—whatever exactly it was, he couldn’t figure out.

She leant forward, purposefully brushing her breasts against his face before he had a chance to snap at the offending article. Ed murmured something about her being so soft for a mechanic and hoped she didn’t take it the wrong way. He dragged his tongue along the underside of her breast, enjoying the long exhale of breath that accompanied his action. She ground down against him, wet and warm.

Not every man could gloat that his wife looked like a pin-up model. Not that Edward was a gloating man, but the swell of his chest and the swell of his cock spoke otherwise.

Comments

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

this is fun, hot

[suspicious.livejournal.com]

thank you, thank you