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Rating: PG-13/T
Warnings: Sexual implications, nothing too bad.
Word Count: 719
Prompt: “Fullmetal Alchemist, Ed/Winry, a pregnant Winry is the most attractive Winry he's ever seen - though now, because of this, he won't allow her to get any work done with his distractions.”
Much thanks to my beta,cornerofmadness.
The miracle of life. He, as a scientist, hardly believed in miracles; that is, he didn’t necessarily believe in them until he saw one occur right before his eyes.
Winry, six months pregnant with their first child, was the most gorgeous human being on the face of the planet.
He didn’t know how else to rationalize his adoration.
She was wonderful, beautiful, breathtaking—all of these things he wouldn’t usually say to her face were now pouring out past his lips without a second thought. It had been the case, before, that he could only vaguely stammer out those words of love, only accompanied by that telltale feeling of satiety after lovemaking.
Winry had learned his way of giving compliments wasn’t exactly the easy, normal way.
He wasn’t an over-the-top man, one who gushed about every little thing that he held dear to him, like the late Brigadier General. He wasn’t a man who took kindness in even the smallest creatures with the devotion of a mother, like his brother. He, neither, was a man who was entirely locked up, without hope of revival, like his late father. He was a mix of all three, the positive and the negative, and that made him a quiet, personal man who was… for lack of a better term, shy. He hadn’t been used to opening up until he got intimate with Winry.
Though, that’s a story for another time.
Now, however, everything that came out of his mouth was enough to turn his cheeks pink in afterthought; eventually, even he wasn’t fazed by his lovesickness for his wife, the child she was carrying.
While he was in a state of bliss, everyone around him was entirely sick of the sappy side (except his wife, who was eating this shit up).
Edward had worried in the past that he wouldn’t be a good father, follow the mistakes of the “fuck-up” and ruin his kids’ lives for all eternity. He still worried along that road, but Winry knew better.
“Hey, Win,” Ed said, nudging himself into her work cellar. “Want food?”
She turned, almost knocking her wrench off the table with her stomach, nudging it a few inches. “What? Food?”
“Yeah, want some? Though, I dunno what to make,” he grumbled, smiling a little bashfully at her.
“Something that won’t upset my stomach?” Winry offered, giving him a look. Last time he had cooked she had found herself stationed at the toilet for hours. “I don’t know if I should trust your cooking.”
“Alright, alright,” he dismissed, waving her off. “I’ll make something I can’t even fuck up. How about a sandwich to tide you over for a bit until you decide what to cook?”
“Sounds safe.”
He disappeared for a few minutes, but then popped his head back into her work area. “Hey, Win?”
“Yes, honey,” she responded, stating rather than questioning.
“Is the cheese good if it’s blue?”
She rolled her eyes. “Edward! Of course not!”
“Hmm,” he replied distractedly. He wasn’t thinking about cheese; she doubted even that the cheese was blue. Her husband was a brat.
He left, and once she got back into the rhythm of the small job she had accepted, he returned.
“Hey, Win?”
When she turned, in a huff, to demand just what exactly he wanted that was so damn important to interrupt her this many times… but stopped before speaking when his face was dangerously close to hers.
“Oh,” she squeaked, blinking a few times before leaning away to get a better view of his face. “What is it?”
“We’re out of meat,” Ed replied, his voice low.
Uh oh, that tone. She almost wanted to respond, “And I’m sure you know where to find some? Your pants? How original.”
“Oh, are we?” she actually replied.
“I think we need to… do something,” he replied, leaning against her in a lazy hug. Both of his hands were placed on the swell of her stomach. “About… it…” he continued, placing warm kisses on her neck, up behind her ear, back to the nape of her neck.
“You’re so distracting,” Winry sighed.
“You shouldn’t work so much.”
“You keep getting confused the amount of time I’m actually working and the time you distract me into having sex with you. There’s a difference.”
“I don’t think so.”
Author:
suspiciousRating: PG-13/T
Warnings: Sexual implications, nothing too bad.
Word Count: 719
Prompt: “Fullmetal Alchemist, Ed/Winry, a pregnant Winry is the most attractive Winry he's ever seen - though now, because of this, he won't allow her to get any work done with his distractions.”
Much thanks to my beta,
cornerofmadness.The miracle of life. He, as a scientist, hardly believed in miracles; that is, he didn’t necessarily believe in them until he saw one occur right before his eyes.
Winry, six months pregnant with their first child, was the most gorgeous human being on the face of the planet.
He didn’t know how else to rationalize his adoration.
She was wonderful, beautiful, breathtaking—all of these things he wouldn’t usually say to her face were now pouring out past his lips without a second thought. It had been the case, before, that he could only vaguely stammer out those words of love, only accompanied by that telltale feeling of satiety after lovemaking.
Winry had learned his way of giving compliments wasn’t exactly the easy, normal way.
He wasn’t an over-the-top man, one who gushed about every little thing that he held dear to him, like the late Brigadier General. He wasn’t a man who took kindness in even the smallest creatures with the devotion of a mother, like his brother. He, neither, was a man who was entirely locked up, without hope of revival, like his late father. He was a mix of all three, the positive and the negative, and that made him a quiet, personal man who was… for lack of a better term, shy. He hadn’t been used to opening up until he got intimate with Winry.
Though, that’s a story for another time.
Now, however, everything that came out of his mouth was enough to turn his cheeks pink in afterthought; eventually, even he wasn’t fazed by his lovesickness for his wife, the child she was carrying.
While he was in a state of bliss, everyone around him was entirely sick of the sappy side (except his wife, who was eating this shit up).
Edward had worried in the past that he wouldn’t be a good father, follow the mistakes of the “fuck-up” and ruin his kids’ lives for all eternity. He still worried along that road, but Winry knew better.
“Hey, Win,” Ed said, nudging himself into her work cellar. “Want food?”
She turned, almost knocking her wrench off the table with her stomach, nudging it a few inches. “What? Food?”
“Yeah, want some? Though, I dunno what to make,” he grumbled, smiling a little bashfully at her.
“Something that won’t upset my stomach?” Winry offered, giving him a look. Last time he had cooked she had found herself stationed at the toilet for hours. “I don’t know if I should trust your cooking.”
“Alright, alright,” he dismissed, waving her off. “I’ll make something I can’t even fuck up. How about a sandwich to tide you over for a bit until you decide what to cook?”
“Sounds safe.”
He disappeared for a few minutes, but then popped his head back into her work area. “Hey, Win?”
“Yes, honey,” she responded, stating rather than questioning.
“Is the cheese good if it’s blue?”
She rolled her eyes. “Edward! Of course not!”
“Hmm,” he replied distractedly. He wasn’t thinking about cheese; she doubted even that the cheese was blue. Her husband was a brat.
He left, and once she got back into the rhythm of the small job she had accepted, he returned.
“Hey, Win?”
When she turned, in a huff, to demand just what exactly he wanted that was so damn important to interrupt her this many times… but stopped before speaking when his face was dangerously close to hers.
“Oh,” she squeaked, blinking a few times before leaning away to get a better view of his face. “What is it?”
“We’re out of meat,” Ed replied, his voice low.
Uh oh, that tone. She almost wanted to respond, “And I’m sure you know where to find some? Your pants? How original.”
“Oh, are we?” she actually replied.
“I think we need to… do something,” he replied, leaning against her in a lazy hug. Both of his hands were placed on the swell of her stomach. “About… it…” he continued, placing warm kisses on her neck, up behind her ear, back to the nape of her neck.
“You’re so distracting,” Winry sighed.
“You shouldn’t work so much.”
“You keep getting confused the amount of time I’m actually working and the time you distract me into having sex with you. There’s a difference.”
“I don’t think so.”
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Date: 2011-02-09 06:16 am (UTC)This is very fun and sweet!
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Date: 2011-03-17 03:58 am (UTC)This is adorable and I loved it so much!