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kinkfestTitle -- Fateful Encounter
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cornerofmadness
Fandom -- Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer -- Arakawa owns all
Rating -- Explicit
Characters/Pairing -- Edward/Winry
Timeline/Spoilers -- This is set in the illicit fan game Bluebird Illusion so spoilers for that.
Word Count -- 1,595
Warning -- first time sex
Summary -- He was not her Edward any more.
Author’s Note -- written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
springkink for the prompt ‘Fullmetal Alchemist BBI; Pride!Edward/Winry: Alien-ness: He was not the same boy she’d known all her life. And in some ways, he always would be.’ As mentioned above, the fan game Bluebird Illusion was the source for this Edward, mostly his appearance than any full-blown details from the game. Currently unbeta’ed but I hope to change that ASAP (my fault for taking so long to write it)
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Winry’s hand trembled as she reached for his face. The touch of her fingers did nothing to change the dispassionate expression on Edward’s face. This was not her Edward and yet it was. His bright sunrise gold eyes had become dull, like coins forgotten at the bottom of a fountain. Strange tattoos – ‘birth’ marks? – swirled over the pale skin where it was visible. His hair fluttered loose in a way her Edward would never have tolerated.
She hadn’t expected to see him again. She had come to the melancholy conclusion that the brothers were lost to her, but yet, here he was turning up out of the blue. Ed always had a way of doing that. Did he accidentally manage to pick a day when Pinako was out with her friends playing cards or whatever those old women got up to, or had he watched and waited until he knew Winry would be alone in the house?
Standing there outside her grandmother’s house, Winry couldn’t control herself. Her fingers ghosted along the skin of his arms, yes arms. He was whole. He had gotten his dream, but surely this wasn’t the body, the life, Edward had struggled so hard to achieve. This quiet, strange creature wasn’t Edward, but at the same time, who else could he be?
“Oh, Edward. Why did you come back now?” Winry hadn’t meant to let those words escape, but if they hurt him, she couldn’t tell. She had just managed to heal from the loss of her friends and here he was, so very changed, to reopen her wounds.
His expressionless statue of a face remained still for so long Winry didn’t think she would get an answer. Suddenly, the corners of his lips flipped down in an expression that was classically Edward. “I wanted to see you.”
That simple statement made her heart thunder. They stood at the cusp of the storm. “But you won’t stay,” she murmured.
He sighed, glancing away. Edward didn’t answer, but he didn’t have too. She knew what the response would be. She touched his shoulder, feeling the curve of the bones, the thick roll of the muscle. This would most likely be the very last time she would ever see him, her final chance to do all the things she had ever wanted to do with him.
Winry kissed him, almost expecting his lips to be as cold and dead as his expression, but instead, he returned that kiss with fevered intensity. Her arms snaked around his head, holding him in this moment, turning the kiss from something fumbling into a hungry expression of longing.
When they finally broke apart, she thought she heard him whisper that he was sorry, but she wasn’t sure what for. For never coming home? For becoming this alien thing he now was? For everything, yes that might just be it. Curling her fingers in his, Winry led him inside. His hand was as cool as the autumn air outside had been. If this was her last moments with Edward, there was something she wanted more than anything. She would regret it forever if she didn’t try. She might even regret it for different reasons if she did, but Winry was willing to risk it.
Winry locked her bedroom door against the possibility of Granny’s early return, and then caught Edward up in another kiss. He pushed her back against the door, deepening the kiss. His tongue swept the interior of her mouth in a way that made her knees quake. Winry had almost no experience in kissing. Her life had been caught up in becoming the best mechanic she could, leaving little time for love, and in waiting for the boy she knew she loved to come home.
And he had. After a fashion. She didn’t know where Ed had learned to kiss like that. She knew he could easily have had girls in every town he visited but that seemed so unlikely. Ed wasn’t that sort of man. Maybe the knowledge came with this transformation of his.
He interlocked his fingers with hers, dragging her hands overhead. He pinned her arms to the door, his body pressing against hers as the kissing grew voracious. The nearness of him, the heat of his body permeating her skin, drove Winry mad. Her body moved on its own accord, sinuously, drawing forth even more heat. The friction between them made her nipples stand out against the fabric of her shirt. Deep between her legs she felt heavy, swollen. The pressure built, leaving her almost uncomfortable.
Her arms still trapped, Winry shifted her feet apart as Ed’s hips rolled against hers. As he nibbled on her neck, Ed bucked against her. She could feel his bulge pressing into the V of her legs, making her wetter. She wanted to see him, to feel that swelling organ in all its glory. Edward’s hand slid up her thigh, under her skirt. He fumbled with her damp pants as if unsure of the geography down there.
She thought she heard something, but it was lost to the sounds of her own disappointed cry as he took his hand away. His touch returned but it was different this time, broader, hotter and Winry realized he had stopped touching her to unzip. The head of his cock quested for something but couldn’t quite find it.
Winry wanted this, but she didn’t want it up against the door. It was not what she had in mind for her first time. She wormed free of the single-handed grip he still had on her and pushed him back. “Not like this,” she panted.
He didn’t protest. She wasn’t even sure he was still capable of thinking things through. She glanced down to see his cock jutting out, thicker than she anticipated, too thick and long. He stripped off his shirt, drawing her gaze up to the riot of tattoos over his skin. They swirled over his belly and chest, tumbling down his arms. They reminded her of the alchemical symbols she had seen in his and Al’s books. Winry resented them, marring his skin, thinking of the alchemy that had taken him away from her. However, they didn’t make her want him less.
Winry took off her own shirt, freeing her breasts from her bra. He pulled her close again, his mouth sealing over one erect nipple, sucking greedily at her. She closed her hand over his shaft, amazed at the heat and stiffness of it. He thrust into her hand before pushing her skirt down. He cupped a hand over her panties, rubbing her through them.
A terrible thought ran through Winry’s mind. She hadn’t been planning on this. “I don’t have any condoms.”
“You don’t have to worry about that,” he muttered.
She wondered if that was something every guy said in this situation or did she literally not have to worry? Was Edward even human any more? Nodding, she tore his pants down. Within moments, the remainders of their clothing were gone and they had tumbled onto her bed. Edward moved over her, his mouth pressing against hers.
His cock touched her again, as clumsy as before. Ed slid a hand down her body, his fingers finding her entrance. One probed inside quickly and right back out, then she felt the head of his shaft pushing gently into place. He looked at her as if for permission.
Winry licked one of the swooping red lines going over his collarbone, trying to decide if this was the right thing. “Please, Ed.” She arched up against him.
Edward thrust into her with one quick movement, burying himself into her wet passage. Winry gulped for air as pain lanced through her, pooling in her belly. Expecting the pain wasn’t enough to help mitigate it. She felt stretched fuller than she could have imagined being. Her eyes moistened, but she didn’t cry.
Ed froze, staring at her. Suddenly, he looked very much like the boy she had known her whole life. His face became more human as his concern flooded it. As the pain faded, Winry laved her tongue over the ourborous on his shoulder, one of her hands fisting in his long, loose hair.
“Move, Ed,” she encouraged.
He kissed her, his hips moving more cautiously this time. His breathing rasped in her ear as he thudded into her. That fat cock felt like it was hitting somewhere behind her belly button but it wasn’t unpleasant. She found herself thrusting down to meet it.
“God, Ed,” she rasped and thought she heard him say, “I’m Pride.”
Ed’s hips picked up speed and he spent with a long low moan. He pulled out of her and she felt a burning deep inside. Still, she wanted to feel him still inside her. Edward lay down on the bed next to her and touched her cheek. “Are you all right?” he asked.
She smiled, tracing the array on his arm. “I’m perfect.”
His answering smile was so sweet it made her ache. His eyes fluttered shut and he seemed to drift off. Winry put her arms around him, nestling up to him. She might indeed regret this in the morning, but she doubt it. She had always imagined Edward as her first and now she had that reality. She kissed Edward’s shoulder. He was not the same boy she’d known all her life. And in some ways, he always would be.
He might be gone in the morning, but she would always have this moment in time, engraved in her heart.
Author--
cornerofmadnessFandom -- Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer -- Arakawa owns all
Rating -- Explicit
Characters/Pairing -- Edward/Winry
Timeline/Spoilers -- This is set in the illicit fan game Bluebird Illusion so spoilers for that.
Word Count -- 1,595
Warning -- first time sex
Summary -- He was not her Edward any more.
Author’s Note -- written for
springkink for the prompt ‘Fullmetal Alchemist BBI; Pride!Edward/Winry: Alien-ness: He was not the same boy she’d known all her life. And in some ways, he always would be.’ As mentioned above, the fan game Bluebird Illusion was the source for this Edward, mostly his appearance than any full-blown details from the game. Currently unbeta’ed but I hope to change that ASAP (my fault for taking so long to write it)XXX
Winry’s hand trembled as she reached for his face. The touch of her fingers did nothing to change the dispassionate expression on Edward’s face. This was not her Edward and yet it was. His bright sunrise gold eyes had become dull, like coins forgotten at the bottom of a fountain. Strange tattoos – ‘birth’ marks? – swirled over the pale skin where it was visible. His hair fluttered loose in a way her Edward would never have tolerated.
She hadn’t expected to see him again. She had come to the melancholy conclusion that the brothers were lost to her, but yet, here he was turning up out of the blue. Ed always had a way of doing that. Did he accidentally manage to pick a day when Pinako was out with her friends playing cards or whatever those old women got up to, or had he watched and waited until he knew Winry would be alone in the house?
Standing there outside her grandmother’s house, Winry couldn’t control herself. Her fingers ghosted along the skin of his arms, yes arms. He was whole. He had gotten his dream, but surely this wasn’t the body, the life, Edward had struggled so hard to achieve. This quiet, strange creature wasn’t Edward, but at the same time, who else could he be?
“Oh, Edward. Why did you come back now?” Winry hadn’t meant to let those words escape, but if they hurt him, she couldn’t tell. She had just managed to heal from the loss of her friends and here he was, so very changed, to reopen her wounds.
His expressionless statue of a face remained still for so long Winry didn’t think she would get an answer. Suddenly, the corners of his lips flipped down in an expression that was classically Edward. “I wanted to see you.”
That simple statement made her heart thunder. They stood at the cusp of the storm. “But you won’t stay,” she murmured.
He sighed, glancing away. Edward didn’t answer, but he didn’t have too. She knew what the response would be. She touched his shoulder, feeling the curve of the bones, the thick roll of the muscle. This would most likely be the very last time she would ever see him, her final chance to do all the things she had ever wanted to do with him.
Winry kissed him, almost expecting his lips to be as cold and dead as his expression, but instead, he returned that kiss with fevered intensity. Her arms snaked around his head, holding him in this moment, turning the kiss from something fumbling into a hungry expression of longing.
When they finally broke apart, she thought she heard him whisper that he was sorry, but she wasn’t sure what for. For never coming home? For becoming this alien thing he now was? For everything, yes that might just be it. Curling her fingers in his, Winry led him inside. His hand was as cool as the autumn air outside had been. If this was her last moments with Edward, there was something she wanted more than anything. She would regret it forever if she didn’t try. She might even regret it for different reasons if she did, but Winry was willing to risk it.
Winry locked her bedroom door against the possibility of Granny’s early return, and then caught Edward up in another kiss. He pushed her back against the door, deepening the kiss. His tongue swept the interior of her mouth in a way that made her knees quake. Winry had almost no experience in kissing. Her life had been caught up in becoming the best mechanic she could, leaving little time for love, and in waiting for the boy she knew she loved to come home.
And he had. After a fashion. She didn’t know where Ed had learned to kiss like that. She knew he could easily have had girls in every town he visited but that seemed so unlikely. Ed wasn’t that sort of man. Maybe the knowledge came with this transformation of his.
He interlocked his fingers with hers, dragging her hands overhead. He pinned her arms to the door, his body pressing against hers as the kissing grew voracious. The nearness of him, the heat of his body permeating her skin, drove Winry mad. Her body moved on its own accord, sinuously, drawing forth even more heat. The friction between them made her nipples stand out against the fabric of her shirt. Deep between her legs she felt heavy, swollen. The pressure built, leaving her almost uncomfortable.
Her arms still trapped, Winry shifted her feet apart as Ed’s hips rolled against hers. As he nibbled on her neck, Ed bucked against her. She could feel his bulge pressing into the V of her legs, making her wetter. She wanted to see him, to feel that swelling organ in all its glory. Edward’s hand slid up her thigh, under her skirt. He fumbled with her damp pants as if unsure of the geography down there.
She thought she heard something, but it was lost to the sounds of her own disappointed cry as he took his hand away. His touch returned but it was different this time, broader, hotter and Winry realized he had stopped touching her to unzip. The head of his cock quested for something but couldn’t quite find it.
Winry wanted this, but she didn’t want it up against the door. It was not what she had in mind for her first time. She wormed free of the single-handed grip he still had on her and pushed him back. “Not like this,” she panted.
He didn’t protest. She wasn’t even sure he was still capable of thinking things through. She glanced down to see his cock jutting out, thicker than she anticipated, too thick and long. He stripped off his shirt, drawing her gaze up to the riot of tattoos over his skin. They swirled over his belly and chest, tumbling down his arms. They reminded her of the alchemical symbols she had seen in his and Al’s books. Winry resented them, marring his skin, thinking of the alchemy that had taken him away from her. However, they didn’t make her want him less.
Winry took off her own shirt, freeing her breasts from her bra. He pulled her close again, his mouth sealing over one erect nipple, sucking greedily at her. She closed her hand over his shaft, amazed at the heat and stiffness of it. He thrust into her hand before pushing her skirt down. He cupped a hand over her panties, rubbing her through them.
A terrible thought ran through Winry’s mind. She hadn’t been planning on this. “I don’t have any condoms.”
“You don’t have to worry about that,” he muttered.
She wondered if that was something every guy said in this situation or did she literally not have to worry? Was Edward even human any more? Nodding, she tore his pants down. Within moments, the remainders of their clothing were gone and they had tumbled onto her bed. Edward moved over her, his mouth pressing against hers.
His cock touched her again, as clumsy as before. Ed slid a hand down her body, his fingers finding her entrance. One probed inside quickly and right back out, then she felt the head of his shaft pushing gently into place. He looked at her as if for permission.
Winry licked one of the swooping red lines going over his collarbone, trying to decide if this was the right thing. “Please, Ed.” She arched up against him.
Edward thrust into her with one quick movement, burying himself into her wet passage. Winry gulped for air as pain lanced through her, pooling in her belly. Expecting the pain wasn’t enough to help mitigate it. She felt stretched fuller than she could have imagined being. Her eyes moistened, but she didn’t cry.
Ed froze, staring at her. Suddenly, he looked very much like the boy she had known her whole life. His face became more human as his concern flooded it. As the pain faded, Winry laved her tongue over the ourborous on his shoulder, one of her hands fisting in his long, loose hair.
“Move, Ed,” she encouraged.
He kissed her, his hips moving more cautiously this time. His breathing rasped in her ear as he thudded into her. That fat cock felt like it was hitting somewhere behind her belly button but it wasn’t unpleasant. She found herself thrusting down to meet it.
“God, Ed,” she rasped and thought she heard him say, “I’m Pride.”
Ed’s hips picked up speed and he spent with a long low moan. He pulled out of her and she felt a burning deep inside. Still, she wanted to feel him still inside her. Edward lay down on the bed next to her and touched her cheek. “Are you all right?” he asked.
She smiled, tracing the array on his arm. “I’m perfect.”
His answering smile was so sweet it made her ache. His eyes fluttered shut and he seemed to drift off. Winry put her arms around him, nestling up to him. She might indeed regret this in the morning, but she doubt it. She had always imagined Edward as her first and now she had that reality. She kissed Edward’s shoulder. He was not the same boy she’d known all her life. And in some ways, he always would be.
He might be gone in the morning, but she would always have this moment in time, engraved in her heart.
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Date: 2011-09-21 05:40 pm (UTC)And oh real quick, the link over how Ed looks like seems to be not working for me. @_@
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Date: 2011-09-21 06:09 pm (UTC)yeah it's blocked. i'll go edit that out. thanks