FMA: 52 Flavours, Prompt 45
Title: Every Other Time
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme no.: 45. Misery with tenderness
Pairing: Ed/Winry
Rating: M - descriptions of hand-related things.
Summary: Ed’s attitude regarding automail attachment evolves over time.
Notes: Third of three update for 52_flavours , and a companion to Prompt 26. Just a little bit of naughtiness in the home stretch - I had to give Winry the chance to get Ed back.
45. Misery with tenderness
Automail reattachment never was and never would be a pleasant experience. Winry had explained once that the pain of reattachment, though awful, was necessary to ensure that the nerves had connected properly. Then she had patted his cheek in a friendly manner and told him that Granny’s firewood wasn’t going to chop itself.
These days, Ed reflected, Winry’s attitude had changed. There were worse ways to come out of a haze of blinding pain than finding your girlfriend's hand down your shorts.
Although by the time he figured out what was happening she had pretty much moved the shorts out of the way.
“Winry,” he hissed, eyes darting nervously towards the door. “Everyone is right outside the room.” This did not deter her, and he added, “What would Garfield say if he walked in right now?”
She finally paused, the hand coaxing him to arousal slipping to a maddeningly slow rhythm, blinking at him as if the reattachment had caused his brain to go haywire. “Who d’you think is out there explaining to my next appointment that I have an emergency, and he simply must reschedule for tomorrow?”
Ed failed to form a response as his blood abruptly rushed south, and Winry gave a half-shrug as she returned to the task at hand.
“You know, he really approves of you,” she continued calmly, completely ignoring Ed’s flushed face or the fact that his automail hand had broken the end off of the armrest. “Although,” she added after a thoughtful pause, “he thinks you’re a little rough around the edges. He’s always begging me to let him teach you how to be a gentleman.”
“Winry,” Ed groaned. Without missing a beat, she reached for the table behind her, grabbed a clean towel, and shoved it in his face.
“I said he approves of you, not that he wants to hear us fooling around,” she said reproachfully.
“Winry,” he growled again, ripping the towel off his face. “Don’t talk about him when you’re…”
“When I’m what?” she asked teasingly, picking up speed.
“When you’re… you’re… I don’t care just don’t stop,” he mumbled, biting his flesh hand through the towel, now thrusting with his hips to try and meet her strokes.
She didn’t, and she also went mercifully silent; it wasn’t long before he fell over the edge, the towel muffling his cries, Winry’s hand steady until she was sure he was done.
He laid there for a moment, breathing harshly as sweat beaded on his forehead, not unlike the state he was in when she first reattached his leg. She got up and picked up another towel, wiping her hands off before bending over, sweeping his bangs from his forehead, and planting a kiss firmly in the center.
“You know, you really threw off our schedule, storming in here in the middle of the week,” she murmured to him. “Garfield says he has some chores Paninya needs some help with, when you’re recovered.”
Then again, Ed thought, watching her through half-opened eyes as she swept from the room giggling at him, perhaps her attitude hadn’t changed that much.