Title: Make-up
Author:
miss_auto1621Pairing: Edward E. & Winry R.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme: 62: Kohl
Rating: T for suggestive stuff
Disclaimer: The Master Arakawa owns it, and I don't. So stop rubbing it in!
Part of LiveJournal's
101_kisses challenge
Summary: What if Edward couldn't resist when Winry put on make-up? Or where she put it? Or where he put it on her? T for a reason.
Edward realized that Winry could be very provocative when she set her mind to it. Her ways of seduction were endless with lace, and Edward couldn't find any resistance when he found himself close to her. She knew just what to do to turn him on.
There was that red button blouse he liked (to rip off her) when she wanted for him to smirk with evil thoughts. When their fun night would end, he enjoyed just staring at her as she stood from the bed and buttoned up his red shirt. There was that black mini-skirt that screamed at him every time she wore it, as if saying, "Come and get me." There was also that black dress that fit her like a glove and hugged her curves so he could just drool over her as she smiled invitingly.
However, Winry wanted to try something different, something that didn't involve clothes. She wanted to see just how much Ed blushed with her new trick. She walked from her work bench, where she was supposedly working, and into the living room where Edward was reading. She really didn't want to disrupt his concentration, but being a scientist herself, she needed trial and error until her experiment became a success. So she walked by him slowly as she said that she was putting on make-up.
Edward just answered that that was great, without showing enthusiasm, and went back to reading.
Winry pouted. "Don't you want to help me?"
Edward thought about it. "Uh, well…usually women do that."
She scoffed and gave him an irritated "Fine" as she exited the room and went back to her work bench.
A few minutes later, she decided to break their…somewhat resistant rules and marched up to Edward. She didn't care if she wasn't acting like herself; she needed results then and now!
"What do you think?" she asked as she waited for him to pay attention to her.
"Hm?" he asked as he kept reading.
"Ed…," she warned with her voice.
"What?" he asked demonstrating his annoyance. The irritated feelings turned into a developing lust for the girl before him as he noticed her smoky eyes and long, fluttering eyelashes that looked like they were talking to him, pleading for him to come closer to her. He'd never seen her wear that type of make-up.
"Is that new?" he heard himself ask as he stood and placed the book on the couch he was sitting on.
"No," she admitted, "but I decided to try it out. What do you think?" she asked as she fluttered her eyelashes again.
'Does she know her eyes look they way they do?' he asked himself. Indeed, her eyelids looked provocative and her eyelashes looked longer and thicker, but something told him that she was doing this on purpose.
"Want to help me with the rest?" she asked innocently as she took his hand and dragged him to her working bench, not even waiting for his answer.
They knew quite well that Winry was basically done with her make-up, excluding her cheeks and lips. But she put up a show for him, as if watching a woman apply make-up to her skin was more entertaining than reading. She didn't need much powder because every time she caught Edward staring at her, she would blush and wasn't able to differentiate her skin tone and the powder color. Then, she had to decide on what lipstick she would use. If she was going to have some fun, she'd do it right and Edward would enjoy her fun as well.
"Ed, which one do you think would look good?" she asked as she showed him her collection of lipsticks. Most of them were close to being the same color and Ed didn't know the difference between them, but he had to choose something. He was traumatized by the wrench and felt that if he didn't do what Winry asked, she'd slam him with her favorite tool. He always did like red, but he wanted for her to look brighter. He saw that the eye shadow was smoky and seductive, so a lighter red would make her look like something he wanted to just kiss and never let go. That's how much Winry was breaking the rules.
"This one," he finally decided as he picked up the stick and looked at her.
She smiled. "Mind putting it on me?"
Edward could not control the heat his body felt when she said that. "What?" he asked, letting his tone of disbelief slip.
"Put it on me," she said as clearly as she could. Deep down, she felt as nervous as Edward, but she didn't want to be the shy one at the moment. This was her idea after all.
Ed was hesitant. How did you put lipstick on the girl you've liked for years? He wasn't trained in doing that; Winry was! Yet here she was, requesting him to put on the damn lipstick on her lips. What was she up to?
"It's easy, Ed," she said after a few moments of watching Ed stare down the lipstick. She parted her lips as if she were going to give a kiss.
Was that what she wanted? 'No, you idiot,' Ed thought. 'She wants for you to put on her damn lipstick!' With a shaky hand, he brought the stick tip towards her lips and tried to trace the soft, delicate area that was Winry's lips.
Was that it? Did he have to do something else? Was he supposed to do something else after applying the make-up? Why did women have to be so weird sometimes? His mind kept asking questions as he looked at Winry suck on her lip. Well, it looked like she was sucking on it to him. Or, was she tasting them? He didn't know. Winry did something with her lips and made a POP sound afterwards.
"Okay, done," she said with a smile.
Ed was washed with relief. Those were the most tentative moments he'd ever lived. He should have just taken her there and then when he had the chance. But as the gentleman he tried to be, he held back and did as he was told.
"Okay, then," he said trying to control his voice. "I'll go back to reading now."
"Um, I didn't say we were completely done," she reeled him back.
She held the stick again. "I didn't say you were done putting this one me, either."
Ed was so oblivious to the plan Winry had in her mind. "What do you want me to do?"
"When I said 'Put this on me', I really meant to put it on me," she said obviously.
Edward blinked for the longest second, trying to process what the hell she was trying to make him do. "Where?"
"Wherever you want," she said as she leaned toward him to kiss him with the newly applied lipstick.
She was making it very difficult for him to breathe. Did she ever realize she did that to him? If she did, she was trying to suffocate him with her charm. He didn't really mind. If she wanted to try something new with him, she should have just said so. Although he felt a bit queer to participate in applying make-up on her. He finally caught on, blushed so heavily that he knew Winry could feel the heat radiate from his face, and cursed himself for being so dense. But by then, Ed had Winry pinned to her work bench and had not let go of her lips. He also noticed why she let him put on the lipstick: it tasted good. Well, she made it taste good.
'What if I put it here?' he asked himself as he looked over her neck.
Winry wondered if what they were doing was a good idea as she felt Ed make a line on her neck with the lipstick. She knew it would stain her skin, somewhat, but she didn't mind. Maybe Ed could actually take it out. She felt his mouth brush her skin and shivered. She felt his lips make a circle of kisses on her neck as if he were unwrapping an invisible ribbon off her skin. She moaned. This was a good idea.
She felt him trace her arms with the stick and his lips touched every line his hands made. Winry was delighted. She couldn't believe what a genius she was for coming up with something to provoke Ed so much, he'd want to kiss her entire body by just drawing on it with a freakin' lipstick!
She shivered against him and began to undo the buttons on his shirt.
"Wait," she said heatedly as Ed abruptly stopped kissing her shoulder.
"What's wrong?" he asked with worry, afraid he had done something to hurt her. 'Shit!' he yelled in his mind. 'She didn't like this!'
"I need a stick, too," she answered his question as she reached for one that had been next to the one Ed had chosen. This one, however, was a darker red.
After preparing her stick, she fluttered her eyelashes at Ed so slowly that they looked hypnotic. Ed couldn't control himself and kissed her again. They were glad they had the work bench to support them and Winry was glad she had her stick to play with. Ed was just glad Winry didn't back down. He liked the new method, making Winry's experiment a success.