A Tent in Central City: Fullmetal Alchemist: 14 - Unguarded Touch
Title: A Tent in Central City
Author: melodyic_rhyme
Rating: PG-13, to be safe
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing/s: LingFan
Theme: 14. Unguarded Touch
Genre/s: fluff, semi-smut
Warnings: Lots of kissing and touching, but nothing explicit beyond that.
Words: 2054
Summary: Spending a cold night in Central in a tent. sharing a blanket. Lan Fan would have to remember to give Ed a good punch later
Disclaimer/Claimer: Hagaren is the property of Hiromu Arakawa. No copyright infringement is intended and I'll put it back when I'm done.
Note: Expanding on the scene at the end of Un-Average Girl and the tent mentioned in Tales, pt II. My first time writing something even remotely smutty o////o
Oh, the red strokes
Passions uncaged
Thundering moments of tenderness rage
Oh, the red strokes
Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)
Burning the night like the dawn
-The Red Strokes, Garth Brooks
Keeping track of the days in the desert had been difficult, but Lan Fan knew it would soon be winter. She shivered, the cold somehow affecting her through her armor and clothes.
A bit earlier Ed had transmuted a tent for her and Ling. "There! Now you don't have to stay in our room!" he had declared.
"What about food?" Ling asked innocently.
Ed, not in the mood for questions, turned and walked away, "Get something from the hobos down in the allies!"
"How dare you-" Lan Fan had started to protest, but Ling patted her head, saying "It's okay, Lan Fan, we'll manage."
Not long afterwards Al brought them blankets and pillows, apologizing for his brother. Ling, laughing, gave him a similar response.
Now she sat outside the tent, trying to ignore the cold. She shifted her mind to other things; a warm bath, a fire, the desert, anything that was warm. Ling poked his head out of the tent, looking like a sad puppy left in the rain.
"Lan Fan, come in the tent." he pleaded.
"I cannot share such close quarters with you, Young Master, it's improper." she said, fighting back a shiver.
Ling, as always, was not deterred, "I don't want you to sleep out in the cold."
"You should know that I do not need to sleep." She said, "The dark of night is an almost perfect cover for assassins, Young Master."
"If you haven't noticed, this isn't Xing." he quipped with a smile. She glared at him, annoyed at his ability to argue so well.
"Sleep, Young Master." she said.
His face grew serious, "Only if you sleep."
Lan Fan sighed. She knew she would not be able to change his mind, to convince them that his rest was more important than hers. She nodded, silently conceding. Ling smiled and slipped back into the tent. With one last sigh, she followed.
Ling was already busy setting up a place fore her; fluffing her pillow and spreading out one of the blankets for her to lie on.
"I can make my own arrangements, Young Master."
“‘you can' is not the same as 'you should'", Lan Fan." he said merrily.
"In this case it does." she said dryly.
Ling frowned. He knew she had a point, but he shrugged it off. "Either way, it's done now."
"Well, yes."
They settled down fairly quickly, not spending much time talking. Ling did not look as she took off her gloves, boots, and armor, but that did not lessen her blush. She also tried to ignore that they would have to share one blanket.
She held the blanket close to her body, but she still shivered. It was difficult to sleep in the cold; she mostly tried to focus on keeping warm. 'A warm bath, a fire, the desert'
"Lan Fan?"
She turned to lie on her side. Ling, wrapped tightly in the blanket, asked, "Are you cold?"
She shook her head, answering, "I'm alright."
Suddenly, but somewhat expectantly, Ling wrapped her arms around her. "That means your freezing, right?" he said, smiling.
Lan Fan blushed. A thousand thoughts shot through her head in a single second, none of them comprehensible, and quite a few of them immoral. Her face flushed brightly. "I'm honored by your concern for me, Young Master," she pulled away and sat up, trying to keep calm, "but this is improper."
"Again, this isn't in Xing." he said, sitting up as well.
"Does that alone change your status as a prince?"
"We could pretend it does." he said, scooting closer. "This is just one night, Lan Fan, a speck in eternity; it will have no effect of the future of Xing."
At that instant he touched his lips to hers. Her eyes went wide. He pulled away.
"Y-y-young Master!" Was all she could reply with.
He smiled abashedly, even blushing a bit. "Ah, I probably should have given you more warning."
She could not articulate a response. She felt like an imbecile, sitting there dumbfounded and wide eyed. Ling's face shifted from bashfulness to seriousness.
"Lan Fan," he said "I won't make you do anything you don't want to do."
"It's not like that, I-" Lan Fan realized what she was saying and cut herself off. Ling stared at her, returning her wide eyed face with his own. Her face flared again. She diverted her gaze to the ground. Her mind was flooded again, with thoughts that were indecent at best.
"Young Master," she squeaked, "I don't, I mean I'm just," She sighed. Hesitantly looking up at him, she asked, "Why?"
"Why?" He repeated, tilting his head. "That's a . . . difficult question."
"You don't have at least one reason?"
Ling's brow furrowed. "I suppose, because, you are, well, you, and I am, uh, myself?"
Lan Fan dared a smile. "What a simple answer." She said.
Ling shrugged. "As I said, it is a difficult question."
The outside world was fairly quite, the only sounds being the occasional passing car and stray cat. It seemed to Lan Fan that they were the only two awake in the entire city. Lan Fan silently cursed Ed for putting her in this situation.
Whatever this situation was.
"Young Master?" she asked.
"Hmm?" He responded, presumably still trying to answer her question.
"What is this? I mean," She waved her hand between the two of them "this?"
Ling answered with a small laugh. "You certainly full of difficult questions tonight, aren't you?" he sighed. “I’m somewhat clueless about that myself."
"Officially, we are a prince and his guard." she offered.
"Who says that, un-officially," He leaned in close, taking her hand. "We can't be something else?"
Lan Fan said nothing, leaning against his shoulder. She was too over whelmed. her body was abuzz in places it should not. Her heart fluttering lightly yet beating like a drum in the pit of her stomach. They betrayed her mind, that told her it was wrong, that she should be watching for threats, and logic, which had short-circuited at this point, in awful, awful ways. "Guards and princes do not fall in love with each other, Young Master." She said.
Ling nuzzled against her cheek, holding her hand tighter, "But friends do, and that's what we were first."
She sighed, smiling softly, "You truly do not have any standards"
"Standards are over-rated." He said.
Lan Fan brought her head up to look at him. He was smiling that boyish smile, the one that reminded her that they were still so young. The charm of it made her heart float out of her stomach a little.
"If . . . something were to happen tonight," She leaned in a little closer "you would keep it a secret, right?"
Ling smiled "Lan Fan, I can honestly say that I cannot think of a single situation where making our shenanigans public would benefit either of us."
"Shenanigans?" She asked, eyebrow raised.
He shrugged. "simplest way to put it." he leaned in, just as she had. Their faces were now just a couple inches apart. She tried not to focus on that. Instead she notice that his jacket hung open, as it always did, and so did her shirt. Her face hotter with the ideas of where that might lead. "My turn for a question." he said.
"I believe that's fair."
"What do you want?"
Lan Fan blinked. "For you to become emperor, of course."
Ling rolled his eyes. "Yes, so do five-hundred thousand other people as well. What I want to know is," He leaned in even closer "What does Lan Fan, the strongest and most beutiful woman in the world, want?"
"Well, um," She paused, runing her hand through her hair "I, I'm not entirely sure, Young Master."
He smirked. "You don't have at least one desire?" he said, almost echoing her earlier comment exactly.
Lan Fan blushed. "I do, I just," she paused, trying to search for the right words "I just can't, I can't say it out loud."
"Oh ho, scandalous."
Incredibly, her face flushed even more. "I mean I can't describe it, Young master." she retorted.
"Right, right. Well, since we're being honest," She shot him another glare. He continued "I must say that I'm very much in the same situation myself."
"What do you suggest we do about it?
He shrugged and suggested "Figure it out as we go?"
She looked at him. He wore his usual smiling facade, but there were cracks of uncertainty, of nervousness. She could tell he honestly was just as confused as she was, even if he did not show it as clearly.
A little part of her heart she tried to keep locked away pushed itself to the forefront of her consciousness. It gave her one last question; one she did not feel the need to vocalize.
Why not?
Although she knew it was wrong, improper, immoral, and so many other adjectives, she could not give him an honest answer. They were hundreds, if not thousands, of miles from anyone that would be a problem if they found out; even Fu had left to take Maria Ross to Xing. The question repeated in her head, mixing with Ling's.
Why not figure it out as we go*?
"W-well," she finally spoke "It seems that is our best option, doesn't it?"
"It would seem so, yes."
Lan Fan tried to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat. Her head tried to make one last effort to remind her why she should not do anything but go to sleep. Another part of her was louder. Whatever hesitation she had left was thrown to the wind. She closed the last sliver of distance between them. She kissed him, a little unsure of what to do. He greedily kissed her back, helping her along with his own unsureness. He plodded her mouth with his tongue. She hungrily accepted it. A new buzz rocketed down her spine. Her heart was thundering. Everything was moving in both slow motion and with the speed of a train; time moved in a dream-like manner as Ling pulled her even closer, one hand at the small of her back and the other slowly sliding her shirt down her shoulders, alternating sides. She followed suit, pushing his jacket off.
The definition of 'close enough' seemed to be completely forgotten. As their upper-clothing to the ground they explored every inch of each other that they could. LanFan traced her fingers along every muscle in his arms, and he did likewise with her leg. She stopped trying make sense of everything happening as his mouth left hers for her neck and collarbones. She panted and gasped as he went, still in a fog. Inbetween the kisses she could hear his own heavy breathing.
Eventually their pants were also abandoned, the touch of his hands on her bare legs somehow creating even more excitement than before. Time rushed along, and she found herself lying herself lying on her back, staring up at him.
"I'm not exactly sure what to do now." he stammered.
"Do you want to stop?" she asked.
He answers immediately. "No! No, I don't." he teasingly rubbed her inner thigh to illustrate his point.
"Well, I don't really see a reason for a change of plans at this point."
Ling smiled. "I don't, either. We'll figure it out as we go."
----
The pure contentness that came total safety and satisfaction was wonderul. Ling looked at Lan Fan, who peacefully slept in his arms, wearing her beautiful, content and extremely rare smile. He twirled her hair in his fingers, still somewhat amazed at the events of the night. He would have to thank Ed for making the tent. Be brushed the hair he had been twirling back behind Lan Fan's ear. She shifted a bit "The deal was you would sleep if I did, Ling." She said sleepily.
He smiled. "Yes, Lan Fan. Good night." he closed his eyes. He wanted the rest of his life to be like this, even if it was somewhat avaricious to think he could have her and the throne. As he fell asleep, he started to make a plan; she did not need to know about in the morning, but he would tell her eventually.
After the perfect night ends.
Author: melodyic_rhyme
Rating: PG-13, to be safe
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing/s: LingFan
Theme: 14. Unguarded Touch
Genre/s: fluff, semi-smut
Warnings: Lots of kissing and touching, but nothing explicit beyond that.
Words: 2054
Summary: Spending a cold night in Central in a tent. sharing a blanket. Lan Fan would have to remember to give Ed a good punch later
Disclaimer/Claimer: Hagaren is the property of Hiromu Arakawa. No copyright infringement is intended and I'll put it back when I'm done.
Note: Expanding on the scene at the end of Un-Average Girl and the tent mentioned in Tales, pt II. My first time writing something even remotely smutty o////o
Oh, the red strokes
Passions uncaged
Thundering moments of tenderness rage
Oh, the red strokes
Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)
Burning the night like the dawn
-The Red Strokes, Garth Brooks
Keeping track of the days in the desert had been difficult, but Lan Fan knew it would soon be winter. She shivered, the cold somehow affecting her through her armor and clothes.
A bit earlier Ed had transmuted a tent for her and Ling. "There! Now you don't have to stay in our room!" he had declared.
"What about food?" Ling asked innocently.
Ed, not in the mood for questions, turned and walked away, "Get something from the hobos down in the allies!"
"How dare you-" Lan Fan had started to protest, but Ling patted her head, saying "It's okay, Lan Fan, we'll manage."
Not long afterwards Al brought them blankets and pillows, apologizing for his brother. Ling, laughing, gave him a similar response.
Now she sat outside the tent, trying to ignore the cold. She shifted her mind to other things; a warm bath, a fire, the desert, anything that was warm. Ling poked his head out of the tent, looking like a sad puppy left in the rain.
"Lan Fan, come in the tent." he pleaded.
"I cannot share such close quarters with you, Young Master, it's improper." she said, fighting back a shiver.
Ling, as always, was not deterred, "I don't want you to sleep out in the cold."
"You should know that I do not need to sleep." She said, "The dark of night is an almost perfect cover for assassins, Young Master."
"If you haven't noticed, this isn't Xing." he quipped with a smile. She glared at him, annoyed at his ability to argue so well.
"Sleep, Young Master." she said.
His face grew serious, "Only if you sleep."
Lan Fan sighed. She knew she would not be able to change his mind, to convince them that his rest was more important than hers. She nodded, silently conceding. Ling smiled and slipped back into the tent. With one last sigh, she followed.
Ling was already busy setting up a place fore her; fluffing her pillow and spreading out one of the blankets for her to lie on.
"I can make my own arrangements, Young Master."
“‘you can' is not the same as 'you should'", Lan Fan." he said merrily.
"In this case it does." she said dryly.
Ling frowned. He knew she had a point, but he shrugged it off. "Either way, it's done now."
"Well, yes."
They settled down fairly quickly, not spending much time talking. Ling did not look as she took off her gloves, boots, and armor, but that did not lessen her blush. She also tried to ignore that they would have to share one blanket.
She held the blanket close to her body, but she still shivered. It was difficult to sleep in the cold; she mostly tried to focus on keeping warm. 'A warm bath, a fire, the desert'
"Lan Fan?"
She turned to lie on her side. Ling, wrapped tightly in the blanket, asked, "Are you cold?"
She shook her head, answering, "I'm alright."
Suddenly, but somewhat expectantly, Ling wrapped her arms around her. "That means your freezing, right?" he said, smiling.
Lan Fan blushed. A thousand thoughts shot through her head in a single second, none of them comprehensible, and quite a few of them immoral. Her face flushed brightly. "I'm honored by your concern for me, Young Master," she pulled away and sat up, trying to keep calm, "but this is improper."
"Again, this isn't in Xing." he said, sitting up as well.
"Does that alone change your status as a prince?"
"We could pretend it does." he said, scooting closer. "This is just one night, Lan Fan, a speck in eternity; it will have no effect of the future of Xing."
At that instant he touched his lips to hers. Her eyes went wide. He pulled away.
"Y-y-young Master!" Was all she could reply with.
He smiled abashedly, even blushing a bit. "Ah, I probably should have given you more warning."
She could not articulate a response. She felt like an imbecile, sitting there dumbfounded and wide eyed. Ling's face shifted from bashfulness to seriousness.
"Lan Fan," he said "I won't make you do anything you don't want to do."
"It's not like that, I-" Lan Fan realized what she was saying and cut herself off. Ling stared at her, returning her wide eyed face with his own. Her face flared again. She diverted her gaze to the ground. Her mind was flooded again, with thoughts that were indecent at best.
"Young Master," she squeaked, "I don't, I mean I'm just," She sighed. Hesitantly looking up at him, she asked, "Why?"
"Why?" He repeated, tilting his head. "That's a . . . difficult question."
"You don't have at least one reason?"
Ling's brow furrowed. "I suppose, because, you are, well, you, and I am, uh, myself?"
Lan Fan dared a smile. "What a simple answer." She said.
Ling shrugged. "As I said, it is a difficult question."
The outside world was fairly quite, the only sounds being the occasional passing car and stray cat. It seemed to Lan Fan that they were the only two awake in the entire city. Lan Fan silently cursed Ed for putting her in this situation.
Whatever this situation was.
"Young Master?" she asked.
"Hmm?" He responded, presumably still trying to answer her question.
"What is this? I mean," She waved her hand between the two of them "this?"
Ling answered with a small laugh. "You certainly full of difficult questions tonight, aren't you?" he sighed. “I’m somewhat clueless about that myself."
"Officially, we are a prince and his guard." she offered.
"Who says that, un-officially," He leaned in close, taking her hand. "We can't be something else?"
Lan Fan said nothing, leaning against his shoulder. She was too over whelmed. her body was abuzz in places it should not. Her heart fluttering lightly yet beating like a drum in the pit of her stomach. They betrayed her mind, that told her it was wrong, that she should be watching for threats, and logic, which had short-circuited at this point, in awful, awful ways. "Guards and princes do not fall in love with each other, Young Master." She said.
Ling nuzzled against her cheek, holding her hand tighter, "But friends do, and that's what we were first."
She sighed, smiling softly, "You truly do not have any standards"
"Standards are over-rated." He said.
Lan Fan brought her head up to look at him. He was smiling that boyish smile, the one that reminded her that they were still so young. The charm of it made her heart float out of her stomach a little.
"If . . . something were to happen tonight," She leaned in a little closer "you would keep it a secret, right?"
Ling smiled "Lan Fan, I can honestly say that I cannot think of a single situation where making our shenanigans public would benefit either of us."
"Shenanigans?" She asked, eyebrow raised.
He shrugged. "simplest way to put it." he leaned in, just as she had. Their faces were now just a couple inches apart. She tried not to focus on that. Instead she notice that his jacket hung open, as it always did, and so did her shirt. Her face hotter with the ideas of where that might lead. "My turn for a question." he said.
"I believe that's fair."
"What do you want?"
Lan Fan blinked. "For you to become emperor, of course."
Ling rolled his eyes. "Yes, so do five-hundred thousand other people as well. What I want to know is," He leaned in even closer "What does Lan Fan, the strongest and most beutiful woman in the world, want?"
"Well, um," She paused, runing her hand through her hair "I, I'm not entirely sure, Young Master."
He smirked. "You don't have at least one desire?" he said, almost echoing her earlier comment exactly.
Lan Fan blushed. "I do, I just," she paused, trying to search for the right words "I just can't, I can't say it out loud."
"Oh ho, scandalous."
Incredibly, her face flushed even more. "I mean I can't describe it, Young master." she retorted.
"Right, right. Well, since we're being honest," She shot him another glare. He continued "I must say that I'm very much in the same situation myself."
"What do you suggest we do about it?
He shrugged and suggested "Figure it out as we go?"
She looked at him. He wore his usual smiling facade, but there were cracks of uncertainty, of nervousness. She could tell he honestly was just as confused as she was, even if he did not show it as clearly.
A little part of her heart she tried to keep locked away pushed itself to the forefront of her consciousness. It gave her one last question; one she did not feel the need to vocalize.
Why not?
Although she knew it was wrong, improper, immoral, and so many other adjectives, she could not give him an honest answer. They were hundreds, if not thousands, of miles from anyone that would be a problem if they found out; even Fu had left to take Maria Ross to Xing. The question repeated in her head, mixing with Ling's.
Why not figure it out as we go*?
"W-well," she finally spoke "It seems that is our best option, doesn't it?"
"It would seem so, yes."
Lan Fan tried to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat. Her head tried to make one last effort to remind her why she should not do anything but go to sleep. Another part of her was louder. Whatever hesitation she had left was thrown to the wind. She closed the last sliver of distance between them. She kissed him, a little unsure of what to do. He greedily kissed her back, helping her along with his own unsureness. He plodded her mouth with his tongue. She hungrily accepted it. A new buzz rocketed down her spine. Her heart was thundering. Everything was moving in both slow motion and with the speed of a train; time moved in a dream-like manner as Ling pulled her even closer, one hand at the small of her back and the other slowly sliding her shirt down her shoulders, alternating sides. She followed suit, pushing his jacket off.
The definition of 'close enough' seemed to be completely forgotten. As their upper-clothing to the ground they explored every inch of each other that they could. LanFan traced her fingers along every muscle in his arms, and he did likewise with her leg. She stopped trying make sense of everything happening as his mouth left hers for her neck and collarbones. She panted and gasped as he went, still in a fog. Inbetween the kisses she could hear his own heavy breathing.
Eventually their pants were also abandoned, the touch of his hands on her bare legs somehow creating even more excitement than before. Time rushed along, and she found herself lying herself lying on her back, staring up at him.
"I'm not exactly sure what to do now." he stammered.
"Do you want to stop?" she asked.
He answers immediately. "No! No, I don't." he teasingly rubbed her inner thigh to illustrate his point.
"Well, I don't really see a reason for a change of plans at this point."
Ling smiled. "I don't, either. We'll figure it out as we go."
----
The pure contentness that came total safety and satisfaction was wonderul. Ling looked at Lan Fan, who peacefully slept in his arms, wearing her beautiful, content and extremely rare smile. He twirled her hair in his fingers, still somewhat amazed at the events of the night. He would have to thank Ed for making the tent. Be brushed the hair he had been twirling back behind Lan Fan's ear. She shifted a bit "The deal was you would sleep if I did, Ling." She said sleepily.
He smiled. "Yes, Lan Fan. Good night." he closed his eyes. He wanted the rest of his life to be like this, even if it was somewhat avaricious to think he could have her and the throne. As he fell asleep, he started to make a plan; she did not need to know about in the morning, but he would tell her eventually.
After the perfect night ends.