FMA Fic: Roy/Winry NC-17
THIS IS SO NOT PROOF-READ. *waves like a lunatic* I'm relying on my wonderful f-list to do just that while I wallow in the fact that this SUCKS. I'm not very happy with it. I mean, sure I wrote 3,000 words of Het porn in just over a week, while Scar and Ed haven't even come close to doing the nasty since I started playing with them back in August.....damn did that sound wrong >_< gah! .
Title: "Atone"
Author: destinydivine
Category: ANGST LIKE YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE!! And SMUT!
Pairing(s): Roy/Winry O_O
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers?: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing, kthanx
Word Count: 3,167 words
Summary: And again, she will work with him tonight to show him that he is gaining atonement in her eyes.
Fullmetal would kill him if he could see what she was doing.
He hadn’t seen her since she was last in Central. She didn’t come here often, because Fullmetal usually went to Risembol to get repairs on his automail. Mustang wondered vaguely how she had managed to get herself into headquarters this time, let alone into his office. He was pretty sure Hawkeye was guarding his door; but Hawkeye seemed to have a fondness for Miss Rockbell, a fondness very different from the one he held for the young lady.
He bit back a moan as she dipped her head down further, her tongue running along the underside of his cock.
She was going to be his undoing.
His left hand wound its way into her hair, gently directing her. He need not have bothered though, for she knew how to please him, how to get those sounds out of him that nobody ever heard. How did she do that? Her fingers grasped him at the base and squeezed, and a chocked noise escaped him as he threw his head back.
He couldn’t help but be vocal when she was near him. She wrung all sorts of sounds out of him, sounds he would never have made for anyone else. Only her. He found himself whimpering quietly the first time he had had her in his bed, trying to make the pain of her first time fade by whispering soothing words in her ear, words of love and care, something he had never done for any other woman. Whenever he saw her after a long absence, he was reduced to purring as soon as she was in his arms again, causing her to giggle and reach up to kiss him soundly.
When she was on her knees before him, his dick in her mouth, he was unable to hold back anything, because she was unselfishly servicing him. He would gasp, moan, all but shout out - he couldn’t deny her anything.
His hand in her hair tightened as she nibbled delicately on the head of his cock. A strangled groan, a gentle buck of his hips, and then her mouth was devouring him again, a steady up and down motion, and in another second he was lost, his eyes closed as he threw his head back. He faintly heard her swallow as he shook through the orgasm.
He opened his eyes again when he felt her crawl up to straddle his lap. His hands found her waist, and he slowly rubbed up and down the sides of her body. He watched her face as she neatly put him back inside his pants, and then she too looked at him. He found her smiling gently.
Leaning forward, she placed her hands on his shoulders and kissed him, her mouth closed. She pulled back just slightly, and with their lips still touching, she whispered to him, “I told Ed and Al I was staying at a hotel for the night.”
He found himself purring. “Your bed will be made up as usual.”
Another kiss, and one of her hands gently stroked his check. Her other hand moved to the top middle drawer of his desk. Her lips left his as she opened it and felt around inside, before pulling out a key.
“Don’t bother,” she replied. “I don’t think we’ll be doing much sleeping.” She kissed him once more before sliding off his lap and leaving his office.
* * *
He’d managed to get his overcoat off before she mauled him by the front door. With an energetic shriek she had lunged herself at him and kissed his face all over. He was lucky to have caught her so suddenly, her legs wrapping around his waist as her mouth found his ear.
“Did Lieutenant Hawkeye keep you late? I expected you back sooner,” she said.
Leaning himself on the wall behind him for support, he placed both of his hands on her butt, lifting her a bit. Winry let out a soft moan and wriggled against him. He gave her ass a quick squeeze.
“Because of your little visit earlier I ended up behind on my paperwork,” he told her.
Winry gave a quick nip to his earlobe. “I thought you could have used a break.”
He pressed her against him, and she wasn’t surprised to find him hard. Licking the shell of his ear, she heard him moan loudly, a delicious sound that she loves to hear.
And so it begins.
He places her bare feet back on the floor and struggles to remove his military boots. She does nothing to help, simply watching him, her eyes never leaving his as she stands there before him. His eyes are dark, narrowed with lust, and she knows he’s missed her, and thought about her, and worried over and over again that everything about this is wrong. And again, she will work with him tonight to show him that he is gaining atonement in her eyes.
The boots are off and he grabs for her. She skirts around his touch though, walking backwards in the direction of the hallway. Roy follows, whimpering in that way that he does when she eludes him. His fingertips brush her arms, and she allows one to grasp a hold of her as she continues leading him onward.
Winry stops in the bedroom doorway. He comes closer, pressing her body into the doorjamb with his, and letting his other hand caress her check. She closes her eyes and sighs, then her breath hitches up as she feels lips on her throat. His hands move down her body, across her waist and thighs. She feels him hike the skirt up, and exploratory fingers are inching closer to her core. He bites down on her neck at the exact same time that his fingers dip beneath the elastic of her panties. Now it’s her turn to make the noises he wants to hear.
His fingers leave her, grabbing the panties and shoving them down her legs, leaving them to pool at her feet. The skirt is still hiked up around her waist, and she feels him lean his body into her, the hard outline of his clothed cock brushing just above her own groin. She moans, throwing her head back and arching into him, listening as he hitches in a shaky breathe. She’s amazed at the things she can make him do.
Roy’s lips seek hers, and she lets him kiss her, soft and deep. His fingers slide down her body again, traveling between her legs to scratch at something that’s not quite an itch. Winry can’t help but groan. She closes her eyes, her hips bucking just an inch towards his hand. Two fingers enter her, slow and steady. She feels his tongue seeking entrance into her own mouth, so she parts her lips and lets him take. His fingers move in-time with his tongue, and it’s all terribly distracting, and Winry isn’t sure she can last much longer with so many sensations.
Her hips are bucking stronger now, riding his fingers in a steady rhythm. He senses that she’s close, pulls out of the kiss, and thrusts his fingers against her clit a few times, and its over. His eyes find hers, and they beg her not to be quiet; Roy loves to hear her just as much as she loves to hear him.
He listens to her moan, watches as she gasps each time a fingertip brushes her sensitive clit. His fingers spread the moisture around. He buries his face into her hair, holding her as she calms down. Winry feels weightless in his arms.
She reaches up to kiss him again, and he complies. Gently she directs him further into the bedroom, towards the bed. Once the back of his legs have hit the mattress, she stops and pulls away from the kiss. Their noses still touching, she attacks the buttons on his uniform jacket, and once it is open he helps her to get it off, rolling his shoulders backwards, and she yanks the jacket off his shoulders and down his arms. Across the room it goes, and now she works on the white button-down shirt. For each piece of skin she reveals, she lays a kiss on it. She works languidly this time, in no hurry to end this; it’s not often she has him all to herself like this.
Again, his hands are on her waist, and he’s lifting her shirt just a little bit, his hands roaming under to caress her bare flesh. He is gentle, always gentle, not because she’s so much younger than he is, but because he feels he has to be. She lets him be so, because it’s the only way he’ll make himself feel better about any of this.
The shirt follows the jacket, and she runs her hands down his chest, feeling old scars from fire and fighting. She thinks they distinguish character, make him look more human, because all her life he has seemed the opposite with that invisible mask hiding him from failure and life. She likes him better naked; he can’t escape her as easily when he’s naked.
She is surprised when she feels his fingers grasp the waistline of her skirt and haul it down over her hips. It slides to the floor, and she gently kicks it across the room to join the other clothes. Looking him in the eye, she goes for his belt, watching his dark eyes as they slant even further closed. Tonight she will show him that this isn’t retribution, its penance, and that is all she is after with him, for him.
The belt comes undone, the pants get pushed off his hips, and in another minute he is naked before her, all scars and pale skin and tiny black hairs everywhere. She feels Roy’s hard cock pressing into her stomach. With a push on his shoulders he is now sitting on the bed, looking up at her with more than lust. Winry knows that look; she has seen it many times before in this bedroom. It’s unguarded, wonderment, and something else she’s afraid to say. All she wants is for him to find peace, so that is the look she returns: one of hope that he will finally stop worrying over the sins she has forgiven him for.
Roy’s hands are rough on her waist now, pressing into her skin. His hands are smoother than she expected them to be, especially since he plays with fire and rough cloth all the time. They nudge the small of her back, beckoning for her to come closer, so Winry straddles him, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of Roy’s thighs. He can fell the heat of her over his crotch and he moans softly, the noise calling to her.
She places a kiss on his forehead. Roy’s hands move up her back, her shirt sliding with the movement. Winry lifts her arms, allowing him to remove the material, and it too gets tossed across the room. He quickly unsnaps the hook of her bra, slides the material down the length of her arms, and she watches as it sails through the air to join the other clothing. His hands glide over her skin, evoking chills and trembles and sighs from her.
His hands are still on her back, holding her close and urging her to sit, to drive away his sin with pleasure. Winry’s hand finds his hard cock, and Roy groans, his mouth moving to her throat to nip gently at her flesh. She fists her hand up and down a few times, a steady controlled motion, then aligns herself with him. Roy’s hands grip her waist again.
“Winry…” he whispers into her ear as the head of his cock slides inside her. All he can feel is wet heat, and all he hears is white noise in his ears. He feels the fingernails of one of her hands digging into his shoulder. Roy keeps his mouth against her neck, breathing in her scent, using it as an anchor to reality. She is his godsend.
Slowly, Winry eases herself down, using a hand on Roy’s shoulder and his hands on her waist to steady herself. He is sinking into her, softly whimpering against her throat, little shivers running through his body.
When he is all the way inside her, she lets out a breath, then runs her fingers through his dark hair. Winry kisses him on the temple, trying to unbury his face from her neck.
“Roy,” she says. She feels lips just under her ear. A soft sigh escapes her, and suddenly she feels his hands on her waist tighten. He is lifting her up. She feels him slide inside of her, a slight emptiness creeping in as she is moved to hover over him. She looks down at him, his hair as dark as charcoal in the half-light of the room. She feels the combination of him biting at her neck and the head of his cock still inside her.
He removes his face from the crook of her neck to look up at her. All he sees is her gold hair, shining lightly in the sparse light that comes in from the open doorway. He can barely make out those brilliant blue eyes of hers, but he knows they are looking down at him, watching him for a sign of some sort. He leans up and kisses her, then slams her hips back down.
Winry lets out a high moan into his mouth. Roy invades it with his tongue, seeking for something more, touching hers with gentle strokes. Winry is playful, avoiding his tongue as she wiggles her hips in circles, eliciting strangled groans from him that make her shiver with need. She doesn’t slide up again though, she teases him with little movements, waits to see if he’ll beg.
Roy pulls away, just a little bit, just enough to whisper against her mouth, “Move.”
It’s good enough, and so she follows his command.
She rises again, seeking to take him with her, feeling his own hips following her up a little bit. She uses his shoulders for leverage, lifting herself slowly at first, his hands on her hips helping. The pace is agonizingly slow, too slow. Roy finds himself biting at her collarbone with impatience, groaning and trembling in her arms with need. Winry can sense his unease. This is not what he wants.
So, she raises herself up onto her knees again so that she is straddling him, with just the head of his dick still inside of her. And there, she stops. Roy looks up at her, wondering what she’s doing, seeking for an answer in her eyes, even though he can’t make them out in this light. He rubs his hands on her body, asking questions with his touch, because right now he has no words.
“What do you want, Roy?” she asks him. He whimpers in reply. She places her hands on his face, finding his eyes glowing strangely in the light from the hallway. She wonders how black eyes can hold so much emotion; she knows exactly what he wants just by looking into them, but she needs to hear him say it to complete this mission.
“Roy?” she prompts. He leans up as if to kiss her. Winry moves back, enough to escape him. He makes another whimpering noise. She glides her thumb across his check, watches as his eyes close at such a simple touch.
“You,” he finally says.
That answer is enough, and she slams her hips down hard against his. He cries out and throws his head back. Winry speeds up, twisting her body to get him to climax faster, maneuvering her hips in such ways that Roy is no longer coherent from the sensations. Winry finds herself moaning along with him, and each time she lifts herself she feels herself getting closer.
Roy’s hands leave her hips, and Winry is moving on him all on her own. She feels his hands on her back, gliding across sweat-slicked skin to hold her close, as if he’s afraid to lose her. Winry wraps her arms around his shoulders, moaning into his ear. Roy is breathing heavy now, the pace too much for him. He is reaching reparation; he is cleansing himself of sins committed against her by cleansing them with her.
He won’t go alone though. A gentle tug on her earlobe with his teeth and a swipe of his tongue along the shell of her ear will send her with him. Her body speeds up, riding him with moans and sighs of her own. Roy simply holds on to her. He can feel her body tightening around him, the slick heat of her body teasing him. He knows it’ll be over soon as she moves up and down on his cock; he can’t take much more. Yet, he won’t go before she does, he always comes first; he wants her to go first this time.
She doesn’t. With a loud moan he is sent over the edge, clutching her to him as she continues riding him. A few seconds later and her shrieks join the noises he is making. Winry’s heavy gasps join his as she moves against him weakly, her hips bucking faintly, milking them both of orgasm.
Again, she kisses him on the temple. As she does so, she feels his hands on her back tighten around her, feels his face move up to kiss the side of her face. It is his way of thanking her. She still thinks there is no need; he has no more sins to cleanse, unless she counts the one she can’t admit, the one where she is his never-ending addiction.
When their breathing has calmed down, Roy pulls away and looks up at her, seeking out her eyes. He still can’t make them out, only a faint glow of pale sapphire.
Winry lifts herself off of him, listening to the faint sound of sticky fluid. She moves past Roy and onto the bed, feeling as he follows her in the direction of the pillows. He pulls the sheets down, and covers them both, reaching for her. Winry complies, getting comfortable in his arms as he lays soft kisses on her face.
In the night he will wake her up again, asking for forgiveness. She will give it, knowing that it’s not for the sins he committed in the past, but the ones he is committing now. She will wonder how a man such as him can love someone he has caused so much pain to, yet use them as his lifeline to sanity and redemption.
Winry often wonders how she is able to offer atonement to him. She wonders if it’s because she respects him, or if because she needs it just as much as he does.
Title: "Atone"
Author: destinydivine
Category: ANGST LIKE YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE!! And SMUT!
Pairing(s): Roy/Winry O_O
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers?: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing, kthanx
Word Count: 3,167 words
Summary: And again, she will work with him tonight to show him that he is gaining atonement in her eyes.
Fullmetal would kill him if he could see what she was doing.
He hadn’t seen her since she was last in Central. She didn’t come here often, because Fullmetal usually went to Risembol to get repairs on his automail. Mustang wondered vaguely how she had managed to get herself into headquarters this time, let alone into his office. He was pretty sure Hawkeye was guarding his door; but Hawkeye seemed to have a fondness for Miss Rockbell, a fondness very different from the one he held for the young lady.
He bit back a moan as she dipped her head down further, her tongue running along the underside of his cock.
She was going to be his undoing.
His left hand wound its way into her hair, gently directing her. He need not have bothered though, for she knew how to please him, how to get those sounds out of him that nobody ever heard. How did she do that? Her fingers grasped him at the base and squeezed, and a chocked noise escaped him as he threw his head back.
He couldn’t help but be vocal when she was near him. She wrung all sorts of sounds out of him, sounds he would never have made for anyone else. Only her. He found himself whimpering quietly the first time he had had her in his bed, trying to make the pain of her first time fade by whispering soothing words in her ear, words of love and care, something he had never done for any other woman. Whenever he saw her after a long absence, he was reduced to purring as soon as she was in his arms again, causing her to giggle and reach up to kiss him soundly.
When she was on her knees before him, his dick in her mouth, he was unable to hold back anything, because she was unselfishly servicing him. He would gasp, moan, all but shout out - he couldn’t deny her anything.
His hand in her hair tightened as she nibbled delicately on the head of his cock. A strangled groan, a gentle buck of his hips, and then her mouth was devouring him again, a steady up and down motion, and in another second he was lost, his eyes closed as he threw his head back. He faintly heard her swallow as he shook through the orgasm.
He opened his eyes again when he felt her crawl up to straddle his lap. His hands found her waist, and he slowly rubbed up and down the sides of her body. He watched her face as she neatly put him back inside his pants, and then she too looked at him. He found her smiling gently.
Leaning forward, she placed her hands on his shoulders and kissed him, her mouth closed. She pulled back just slightly, and with their lips still touching, she whispered to him, “I told Ed and Al I was staying at a hotel for the night.”
He found himself purring. “Your bed will be made up as usual.”
Another kiss, and one of her hands gently stroked his check. Her other hand moved to the top middle drawer of his desk. Her lips left his as she opened it and felt around inside, before pulling out a key.
“Don’t bother,” she replied. “I don’t think we’ll be doing much sleeping.” She kissed him once more before sliding off his lap and leaving his office.
* * *
He’d managed to get his overcoat off before she mauled him by the front door. With an energetic shriek she had lunged herself at him and kissed his face all over. He was lucky to have caught her so suddenly, her legs wrapping around his waist as her mouth found his ear.
“Did Lieutenant Hawkeye keep you late? I expected you back sooner,” she said.
Leaning himself on the wall behind him for support, he placed both of his hands on her butt, lifting her a bit. Winry let out a soft moan and wriggled against him. He gave her ass a quick squeeze.
“Because of your little visit earlier I ended up behind on my paperwork,” he told her.
Winry gave a quick nip to his earlobe. “I thought you could have used a break.”
He pressed her against him, and she wasn’t surprised to find him hard. Licking the shell of his ear, she heard him moan loudly, a delicious sound that she loves to hear.
And so it begins.
He places her bare feet back on the floor and struggles to remove his military boots. She does nothing to help, simply watching him, her eyes never leaving his as she stands there before him. His eyes are dark, narrowed with lust, and she knows he’s missed her, and thought about her, and worried over and over again that everything about this is wrong. And again, she will work with him tonight to show him that he is gaining atonement in her eyes.
The boots are off and he grabs for her. She skirts around his touch though, walking backwards in the direction of the hallway. Roy follows, whimpering in that way that he does when she eludes him. His fingertips brush her arms, and she allows one to grasp a hold of her as she continues leading him onward.
Winry stops in the bedroom doorway. He comes closer, pressing her body into the doorjamb with his, and letting his other hand caress her check. She closes her eyes and sighs, then her breath hitches up as she feels lips on her throat. His hands move down her body, across her waist and thighs. She feels him hike the skirt up, and exploratory fingers are inching closer to her core. He bites down on her neck at the exact same time that his fingers dip beneath the elastic of her panties. Now it’s her turn to make the noises he wants to hear.
His fingers leave her, grabbing the panties and shoving them down her legs, leaving them to pool at her feet. The skirt is still hiked up around her waist, and she feels him lean his body into her, the hard outline of his clothed cock brushing just above her own groin. She moans, throwing her head back and arching into him, listening as he hitches in a shaky breathe. She’s amazed at the things she can make him do.
Roy’s lips seek hers, and she lets him kiss her, soft and deep. His fingers slide down her body again, traveling between her legs to scratch at something that’s not quite an itch. Winry can’t help but groan. She closes her eyes, her hips bucking just an inch towards his hand. Two fingers enter her, slow and steady. She feels his tongue seeking entrance into her own mouth, so she parts her lips and lets him take. His fingers move in-time with his tongue, and it’s all terribly distracting, and Winry isn’t sure she can last much longer with so many sensations.
Her hips are bucking stronger now, riding his fingers in a steady rhythm. He senses that she’s close, pulls out of the kiss, and thrusts his fingers against her clit a few times, and its over. His eyes find hers, and they beg her not to be quiet; Roy loves to hear her just as much as she loves to hear him.
He listens to her moan, watches as she gasps each time a fingertip brushes her sensitive clit. His fingers spread the moisture around. He buries his face into her hair, holding her as she calms down. Winry feels weightless in his arms.
She reaches up to kiss him again, and he complies. Gently she directs him further into the bedroom, towards the bed. Once the back of his legs have hit the mattress, she stops and pulls away from the kiss. Their noses still touching, she attacks the buttons on his uniform jacket, and once it is open he helps her to get it off, rolling his shoulders backwards, and she yanks the jacket off his shoulders and down his arms. Across the room it goes, and now she works on the white button-down shirt. For each piece of skin she reveals, she lays a kiss on it. She works languidly this time, in no hurry to end this; it’s not often she has him all to herself like this.
Again, his hands are on her waist, and he’s lifting her shirt just a little bit, his hands roaming under to caress her bare flesh. He is gentle, always gentle, not because she’s so much younger than he is, but because he feels he has to be. She lets him be so, because it’s the only way he’ll make himself feel better about any of this.
The shirt follows the jacket, and she runs her hands down his chest, feeling old scars from fire and fighting. She thinks they distinguish character, make him look more human, because all her life he has seemed the opposite with that invisible mask hiding him from failure and life. She likes him better naked; he can’t escape her as easily when he’s naked.
She is surprised when she feels his fingers grasp the waistline of her skirt and haul it down over her hips. It slides to the floor, and she gently kicks it across the room to join the other clothes. Looking him in the eye, she goes for his belt, watching his dark eyes as they slant even further closed. Tonight she will show him that this isn’t retribution, its penance, and that is all she is after with him, for him.
The belt comes undone, the pants get pushed off his hips, and in another minute he is naked before her, all scars and pale skin and tiny black hairs everywhere. She feels Roy’s hard cock pressing into her stomach. With a push on his shoulders he is now sitting on the bed, looking up at her with more than lust. Winry knows that look; she has seen it many times before in this bedroom. It’s unguarded, wonderment, and something else she’s afraid to say. All she wants is for him to find peace, so that is the look she returns: one of hope that he will finally stop worrying over the sins she has forgiven him for.
Roy’s hands are rough on her waist now, pressing into her skin. His hands are smoother than she expected them to be, especially since he plays with fire and rough cloth all the time. They nudge the small of her back, beckoning for her to come closer, so Winry straddles him, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of Roy’s thighs. He can fell the heat of her over his crotch and he moans softly, the noise calling to her.
She places a kiss on his forehead. Roy’s hands move up her back, her shirt sliding with the movement. Winry lifts her arms, allowing him to remove the material, and it too gets tossed across the room. He quickly unsnaps the hook of her bra, slides the material down the length of her arms, and she watches as it sails through the air to join the other clothing. His hands glide over her skin, evoking chills and trembles and sighs from her.
His hands are still on her back, holding her close and urging her to sit, to drive away his sin with pleasure. Winry’s hand finds his hard cock, and Roy groans, his mouth moving to her throat to nip gently at her flesh. She fists her hand up and down a few times, a steady controlled motion, then aligns herself with him. Roy’s hands grip her waist again.
“Winry…” he whispers into her ear as the head of his cock slides inside her. All he can feel is wet heat, and all he hears is white noise in his ears. He feels the fingernails of one of her hands digging into his shoulder. Roy keeps his mouth against her neck, breathing in her scent, using it as an anchor to reality. She is his godsend.
Slowly, Winry eases herself down, using a hand on Roy’s shoulder and his hands on her waist to steady herself. He is sinking into her, softly whimpering against her throat, little shivers running through his body.
When he is all the way inside her, she lets out a breath, then runs her fingers through his dark hair. Winry kisses him on the temple, trying to unbury his face from her neck.
“Roy,” she says. She feels lips just under her ear. A soft sigh escapes her, and suddenly she feels his hands on her waist tighten. He is lifting her up. She feels him slide inside of her, a slight emptiness creeping in as she is moved to hover over him. She looks down at him, his hair as dark as charcoal in the half-light of the room. She feels the combination of him biting at her neck and the head of his cock still inside her.
He removes his face from the crook of her neck to look up at her. All he sees is her gold hair, shining lightly in the sparse light that comes in from the open doorway. He can barely make out those brilliant blue eyes of hers, but he knows they are looking down at him, watching him for a sign of some sort. He leans up and kisses her, then slams her hips back down.
Winry lets out a high moan into his mouth. Roy invades it with his tongue, seeking for something more, touching hers with gentle strokes. Winry is playful, avoiding his tongue as she wiggles her hips in circles, eliciting strangled groans from him that make her shiver with need. She doesn’t slide up again though, she teases him with little movements, waits to see if he’ll beg.
Roy pulls away, just a little bit, just enough to whisper against her mouth, “Move.”
It’s good enough, and so she follows his command.
She rises again, seeking to take him with her, feeling his own hips following her up a little bit. She uses his shoulders for leverage, lifting herself slowly at first, his hands on her hips helping. The pace is agonizingly slow, too slow. Roy finds himself biting at her collarbone with impatience, groaning and trembling in her arms with need. Winry can sense his unease. This is not what he wants.
So, she raises herself up onto her knees again so that she is straddling him, with just the head of his dick still inside of her. And there, she stops. Roy looks up at her, wondering what she’s doing, seeking for an answer in her eyes, even though he can’t make them out in this light. He rubs his hands on her body, asking questions with his touch, because right now he has no words.
“What do you want, Roy?” she asks him. He whimpers in reply. She places her hands on his face, finding his eyes glowing strangely in the light from the hallway. She wonders how black eyes can hold so much emotion; she knows exactly what he wants just by looking into them, but she needs to hear him say it to complete this mission.
“Roy?” she prompts. He leans up as if to kiss her. Winry moves back, enough to escape him. He makes another whimpering noise. She glides her thumb across his check, watches as his eyes close at such a simple touch.
“You,” he finally says.
That answer is enough, and she slams her hips down hard against his. He cries out and throws his head back. Winry speeds up, twisting her body to get him to climax faster, maneuvering her hips in such ways that Roy is no longer coherent from the sensations. Winry finds herself moaning along with him, and each time she lifts herself she feels herself getting closer.
Roy’s hands leave her hips, and Winry is moving on him all on her own. She feels his hands on her back, gliding across sweat-slicked skin to hold her close, as if he’s afraid to lose her. Winry wraps her arms around his shoulders, moaning into his ear. Roy is breathing heavy now, the pace too much for him. He is reaching reparation; he is cleansing himself of sins committed against her by cleansing them with her.
He won’t go alone though. A gentle tug on her earlobe with his teeth and a swipe of his tongue along the shell of her ear will send her with him. Her body speeds up, riding him with moans and sighs of her own. Roy simply holds on to her. He can feel her body tightening around him, the slick heat of her body teasing him. He knows it’ll be over soon as she moves up and down on his cock; he can’t take much more. Yet, he won’t go before she does, he always comes first; he wants her to go first this time.
She doesn’t. With a loud moan he is sent over the edge, clutching her to him as she continues riding him. A few seconds later and her shrieks join the noises he is making. Winry’s heavy gasps join his as she moves against him weakly, her hips bucking faintly, milking them both of orgasm.
Again, she kisses him on the temple. As she does so, she feels his hands on her back tighten around her, feels his face move up to kiss the side of her face. It is his way of thanking her. She still thinks there is no need; he has no more sins to cleanse, unless she counts the one she can’t admit, the one where she is his never-ending addiction.
When their breathing has calmed down, Roy pulls away and looks up at her, seeking out her eyes. He still can’t make them out, only a faint glow of pale sapphire.
Winry lifts herself off of him, listening to the faint sound of sticky fluid. She moves past Roy and onto the bed, feeling as he follows her in the direction of the pillows. He pulls the sheets down, and covers them both, reaching for her. Winry complies, getting comfortable in his arms as he lays soft kisses on her face.
In the night he will wake her up again, asking for forgiveness. She will give it, knowing that it’s not for the sins he committed in the past, but the ones he is committing now. She will wonder how a man such as him can love someone he has caused so much pain to, yet use them as his lifeline to sanity and redemption.
Winry often wonders how she is able to offer atonement to him. She wonders if it’s because she respects him, or if because she needs it just as much as he does.