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Inebriated
Summary: Edward imagines her hands on him…
Series: Post COS/ FMA…that series
Warnings: Angst! Sexual situations, use of drugs and alcohol, etc, NO MINORS allowed, BETA-ed by me, oh boy…
Pairings: Edward/ OC, Edward/Winry implied
Rating: M/NC-17
A/N: I watched COS and well, as it happens, this came to me. This may seem slightly out of context, Edward is a smart guy, but certain emotions make a man do crazy things...
Munich, 1925, February 3rd
Edward somewhat picked up where his father left off, after he and Alphonse searched down the uranium bomb and destroyed it. He now taught at Munich University, a Chemistry professor and assistant director of the Science Department. Alphonse would say that it certainly kept Edward busy most days; there was always a meeting to go to, or an exam to grade. Alphonse himself studied at the University, a free ride courtesy of Edward’s employment. Alphonse was now indulged in the science of flight and rocketry. “One day man is going to go to space.” He would say, and Edward completely believed him. Perhaps, that could also be a way for them to get home. Alphonse was always positive about the prospect, Edward, however was not. By the time that time came, they would be too old to travel down the street, let alone, in space. But Edward never said a word about his thoughts to his little brother because he thrived on Alphonse’s happiness.
There were good days and then there were bad days, and when bad days occurred, they were awful. Edward’s automail was in decent condition; however the oil that Munich had to offer was corroding the circuit lines inside the mail, causing it to be stiff. Automail used specific oil that only Amestris had to offer. Edward had to wrap the upper-arm portion of the mail with cotton every day to prevent oil from leaking on to his shirt- he knew enough that one of the conduction points were broke, causing it to leak oil. Summers were horrible, often leaving Edward almost unconscious from heat stroke. Winters were no better, whereas Edward suffered from chronic joint pain and inflammation around his ports. How he wished Winry was around to fix him up.
Her very name became an issue on those bad days. Not only did Edward miss her mechanical genius, but he also missed her, as his friend, as his rock and most importantly his home. He found that he woke up from a dead sleep exactly one year from leaving Amestris, sweating and panting her name like it was a prayer. Edward’s dreams of home no longer surfaced around warm apple pies and lazy Risembool skies. They surfaced around Winry and how beautiful she became. Edward’s hormones had finally did him in, and honestly he’d blame her machine- junky ass any day. She really had become a pretty woman. It’s a shame that the man only grasped this when he awoke that first night with sticky shorts and a very painful erection. He had no choice but to stumble to the bathroom, turn on the hot shower and relieve the sudden aching need he felt. That was the very first time Edward experienced anything sexual. Winry came to him in his dream, in his cold bed in Munich. She wore her coveralls as she normally did, tied around her waist with that damn tube top that really didn’t leave much to the imagination. She straddled him; pressed his hands above his head she kissed him so hard he saw stars. Her wonderful tongue slipped into his mouth and he lost it. He recalled yanking his hands from her grasp and pulling her hard against him. His dick sored against her pelvis and his hands roamed her trim frame. Edward was rough with her (as this was Winry and he could be), his tongue battled hers and he wasted no time pinching a pert nipple between his flesh and blood fingertips. Winry moaned his name and rocked her hips forward. Edward felt her heat through their layers of clothing. She was flushed and touched him everywhere she could. She kissed his neck, suckled his ear and slipped her nimble, calloused fingers into his shorts and stroked him with a gusto his wasn't even sure he was capable of. Edward woke throbbing, and this was to be many, many nights to come. Edward had to make not only a resolution for his pain, but for the sudden ache his felt for his longest, childhood friend. And that was when the showers began and his need to release.
Ed’s resolution to his pain issue was crunching down 3 asprin and downing a bottle of whisky. It was no surprise when he often showed up for work hung over, or still drunk from the night before. But no other person was ever able to tell, Edward for the most part kept to himself in the mornings while he nursed a migraine in his stuffy office. Ten O’clock would roll around and he taught 2 classes before returning to his office. He brought his lunches with him, and only left the Science department to go to the bathroom and retire for the day. Sometimes he's chat with other professors; mostly a man named Brody Eisen.
He and Alphonse shared an apartment above Gracia’s flower shop, which had been closed for the past week due to the birth of her daughter, Elysia. Officer Maes couldn’t be happier, though Edward likes to take the credit in hooking the two up after the fall of the uprising of the Nazi party. Alphonse occasionally stops by Edward’s office to chat and bring his elder brother his afternoon sweetened, but black coffee. They talk at the dinner table and when they have breakfast. Today is Edward’s 20th birthday and Alphonse came to Edward’s office with a small cake to celebrate. He found his brother sleeping in his chair with the tall tell creased brow that indicated Edward was in pain. Of course it had to rain all day on his brother’s birthday. Alphonse gently woke his brother up and offered Edward a smile their mother would have been proud of. Al cut into the cake and sang “Happy Birthday” out of tune. Edward entertained the idea of having an appetite and ate a few bites for his little brother that tried so hard to make his day better. Alphonse did bring a smile to Edward’s hard face, but the younger brother had a certain intuition that Ed wasn’t just moody because of joint pain. He left Edward an hour later, stating he unfortunately had work to do in the lab, and that he would make it up to him at another time. Edward totally understood his little brother’s quest for knowledge, and pushed onto Alphonse without a fight.
It was nearly nine when Edward started packing his briefcase to retire for the night. For most part the university was empty, except for a few other late working professors in the Science department. Edward snapped his case shut when a plump, young man appeared in his doorway.
“Herr Elric! I thought you might still be here! A few of us are going to the pub tonight; we had a breakthrough which must be celebrated!”
Edward knew this man quite well. He worked just as late as the elder Elric, if not later sometimes. He was a somewhat a perfect specimen of the German race; he was thick, blond and had very blue eyes. He was a chemistry professor like Edward, but was more obsessed with medicines and frequently worked with mold spores in hopes that someday he could find medicine that could cure bacterial infections.
“Still working with mold, are you. I still think you should contact that Flemming guy in London, I think he’s really on to something.” Edward sneered, causing the other man’s shoulders to fall. Edward always played a banter with the man.
“Shciesse, and have people think 2 scientists have gone mad! I think not! I’d rather be cooped up in my lab studying mold, and knowing I am right. Flemming’s principles are still quite in question, I don’t care how many papers he’s published.” The man bantered right back. “It’s like me telling you to have dinner with Einstein, Herr Elric…Now that would be a sight!”
Edward scowled. “Now professor Eisen, you know that it would be a cold day in hell before that happened.”
Professor Eisen laughed, hearty and warm. “So a little birdy told me it was your birthday today, more reason to come out with us.”
Edward snorted in turn as he pulled his coat on. “Did that little birdy have green eyes and short blond hair, and a stupid looking white lab coat such like yourself?” Damn Alphonse’s mouth.
“Of course, Edward. We all know little birdies don’t talk and they certainly don’t know when your birthday is. Alphonse thinks it would do you some good to come out for a night cap. No offense, but you are hardly social and always in some lecture hall or this dusty office.”
“I happen to like this office.” Edward nearly pouted.
“Well, you should happen to like the pub as well.”
Perhaps it was because his joints ached to terribly that he decided to go or his little brothers pouty, stupid face appearing in his mind’s eye begging him to go out. Or perhaps it was that Edward wanted nothing more than to flush wide blue eyes and silky blond hair from his brain.
Winry.
Edward didn’t know what time it was. He didn’t know how he left the bar, or how he wound up home in his bed…with the nicest sensation of lips suckling his neck…now his jaw. Hands roamed over his chest, over his vest and shirt. Edward’s eyes fluttered closed and he welcomed his dream. Winry, she was there with him wasn’t she. Her hands smoothed back the tangled locks of his hair that perhaps she unbound in the first place. Her lips graced his, but this seemed a little different than last time. Winry kissed him but not like she did previously, her lips never parted and moved down his neck. She unbuttoned the top button of his shirt but never went further. Edward remembered that Winry loved to touch his chest, run her hands across his hard planes and caress a nipple every now and again. Edward’s hands went into soft hair as he felt the tongue of his belt get un-looped. Yes, Winry liked to tease, but how could he refuse her when it felt so damn good.
“Winry…” Edward signed, trying to gather the world around him through hazy eyes. Everything was so blurry and warped. What did his drink again? He recalled a few shots of whisky…but after that, everything became a haze. The only sensation his could feel was her hands freeing his member. They were so…what was the word…soft and precise. Good words to describe her, Edward thought as his flesh hand went into her hair, while his automail found her free hand, he immediately grasped her wrist when he felt the liquid hot sensation of her mouth on his dick. Edward grunted as his hips pushed off the mattress. Winry was always his undoing, and now she was going to make him pay for leaving her in the dust.
“Easy there, all good things come to those who wait…” He heard her say and something about his grip in her wrist. Edward’s stomach tensed as her tongue rolled over his tip and her fingers caressed the underside of his testicles. He was close that was for sure. Edward’s hips moved on their own accord, thrusting into her mouth as quick as he could. He didn’t hear her cough and he certainly didn’t hear her tell him to stop squeezing her wrist. Winry was tough as nails, she could take it, she would want it, she would take every bit of his cock into her loud, bossy mouth because she wanted it and it would shut her up. Then she would crawl on top of him when he was almost off the abyss and slide her tight, wet heat onto him. Winry was fierce, she was a goddess that wielded a wrench and fucking loved his automail! She would want his cold fingers in places that would make a normal woman shutter, squeezing a breast, circling her clit, making her squirm and moan. Edward would them flip them over, and dive into her. She’d willingly put her feet on his shoulders and cry his name when she came, milking him dry. Edward wanted so much to love her, make love to her, fuck her, make beautiful babies with her an watch her birth them.
Edward bit his lip when he came, knowing all too well that he made it bleed. His mind melted along with his body. He felt he would melt into the mattress if it would let him. His thoughts centered along Winry. Winry loved him, she loved who he became and she still loved him, even though he fucking left her high and dry to a world that was so colorless without her in it.
Wait…Winry wasn’t here…was she? Were her hands really that soft? No…no they weren’t. Winry had scars and callouses on her hands. She didn’t have nails and she didn’t speak German.
Reality hit Edward like a cold bucket of water. Edward jolted up, praying that he was dreaming again. And finally when his glassy eyes came to focus his was indeed laying in his bed in Munich. He was still somewhat dressed, save for his flaccid member hanging out of his pants. His white gloves were off and thrown onto his desk. His hair was loose and man was his head splitting. Edward turned, horrified to see that a woman who looked nothing like Winry slept on his bed. She was dressed as well, but portions of her ample bosom peaked out from beneath her unbuttoned blouse. Her knickers were at the bottom of his bed, Edward paled. This woman was pretty and thin. She had straight, brown hair and slightly olive skin. Edward almost threw up. He heard Alphonse in the kitchen, probably making breakfast and rain hitting the roof. He heard everything, but felt nothing. Who was this woman? What did he do?!
Edward gingerly put his feet over the side of his bed. He didn’t want to wake her and he really didn’t want to explain to Alphonse that he slept with some random woman who he thought was Winry, a woman he could never reach again. Edward felt guilty suddenly. He didn’t wait and Winry always waited.
Edward never smoked a day in his life, but was never happier to find a pack of cigarettes on his nightstand that the woman must have brought with her. He pulled his window open, pulled up his desk chair and puffed away. He was stiff, tense and sore as hell. He needed a shower and a reality check before going to work, maybe he’d cancel classes today, after all, his head was pounding. Edward watched the curls of smoke drift into the air that somehow reminded him of alchemy circles. He was so entranced he didn’t even hear the woman wake and come to stand behind him.
“We didn’t fuck.” She said quietly, making Edward jump out of his skin. “I know that is what you were thinking. Had I know there wass another woman, I wouldn’t have…well you know.” Her cheeks flushed. Edward remembered all too well her magnificent blow job. He tried to speak before she cut him off.
“They told me you were single, a lonely scientist that needed a good birthday time. And I see that now.” She lit a cigarette of her own now as she too gazed out the window.
“Schiess.” Edward sighed. He didn’t even know her name, or what to say. What does a person say to a woman that give him his first blow job?
“I don’t think you remember much do you? Your friends made you drink a lot of whisky and even got you to take a hit of opium. I’d say that was a good birthday.”
Edward didn't remember most of it. “Look…uh…miss, I am sorry for what ever happened last night. If I hurt you in any-“
“Not at all!” The woman interjected. Edward saw now that her eyes were green like a dirty emerald. She blushed. “I mean…no…you didn’t hurt me…well maybe a little, with your fake hand... I know that was the first time a woman did that to you….no offense... you were quick, but you were kind to me as your friends said. You didn’t treat me like other Germans do.” She smiled sadly. Edward’s eyes bulged as she held up her wrist. The indents of his automail fingers left greenish, purple bruises.
“Don’t look so horrified, these are nothing compared to what may family has gotten. You, see I am Jewish and most Germans don’t like that, you are different...like me.” She took a drag of her cigarette.
“Last night I wanted to see you…all of you and you would not let me undress you…you kept saying no...are you were ashamed of your prosthetics? Like I am ashamed of my religion.”
Edward reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. “Look, don’t be ashamed of that because of the fucking politics. I am not ashamed of my arm and leg…I am careful, so you be careful and screw all those idiot German politicians.” The woman smiled a sad smile and turned back to the window. Edward tossed his cigarette out.
“Did she make them or something?” The woman asked suddenly.
“The woman you mentioned last night…” Edward blushed as he hid beneath his bangs, what a using Bastard he was.
“Winry? I think was her name…you mumbled something about her fixing your hand…because you couldn’t tell how much pressure you felt…and then you said she should oil something else…and of course that was when I…well, you know the rest.”
Why did women have to carry on. “Winry was a woman back from where I am from. She worked on my arm and leg and only recently I have realized something…” Edward left the statement hanging. He suddenly felt suffocated and rose from his chair. He went to his dresser and pulled a few marcs from his wallet.
“You love her.” The woman finished. “I don’t even know you, but I know you love her.”
Edward remained quiet and crossed the room to where she stood. “Here is some money. Call a cab to where ever you need to go. My bathroom is at the end of the hall if you need to freshen up. Thank you for a nice time last night…I’m sorry if I made you feel used or anything. It was a huge mistake on my judgment, miss. I am going to kill some of my coworkers today.”
The woman smiled. “It’s not every day you meet a man with eyes like yours, we were both inebriated. Fair is fair, I did have a good time.” She did took the marcs from Edward, gathered her belongings and stopped at his door.
“My name is Ella, by the way and yours? Just so I at least know your name, I can’t just keep calling you Birthday boy.”
Edward smiled at that. “Edward, but you can call me Ed.
“Well, Edward do take care of yourself.”
I will, Ella. I am going home…to Winry.
Summary: Edward imagines her hands on him…
Series: Post COS/ FMA…that series
Warnings: Angst! Sexual situations, use of drugs and alcohol, etc, NO MINORS allowed, BETA-ed by me, oh boy…
Pairings: Edward/ OC, Edward/Winry implied
Rating: M/NC-17
A/N: I watched COS and well, as it happens, this came to me. This may seem slightly out of context, Edward is a smart guy, but certain emotions make a man do crazy things...
Munich, 1925, February 3rd
Edward somewhat picked up where his father left off, after he and Alphonse searched down the uranium bomb and destroyed it. He now taught at Munich University, a Chemistry professor and assistant director of the Science Department. Alphonse would say that it certainly kept Edward busy most days; there was always a meeting to go to, or an exam to grade. Alphonse himself studied at the University, a free ride courtesy of Edward’s employment. Alphonse was now indulged in the science of flight and rocketry. “One day man is going to go to space.” He would say, and Edward completely believed him. Perhaps, that could also be a way for them to get home. Alphonse was always positive about the prospect, Edward, however was not. By the time that time came, they would be too old to travel down the street, let alone, in space. But Edward never said a word about his thoughts to his little brother because he thrived on Alphonse’s happiness.
There were good days and then there were bad days, and when bad days occurred, they were awful. Edward’s automail was in decent condition; however the oil that Munich had to offer was corroding the circuit lines inside the mail, causing it to be stiff. Automail used specific oil that only Amestris had to offer. Edward had to wrap the upper-arm portion of the mail with cotton every day to prevent oil from leaking on to his shirt- he knew enough that one of the conduction points were broke, causing it to leak oil. Summers were horrible, often leaving Edward almost unconscious from heat stroke. Winters were no better, whereas Edward suffered from chronic joint pain and inflammation around his ports. How he wished Winry was around to fix him up.
Her very name became an issue on those bad days. Not only did Edward miss her mechanical genius, but he also missed her, as his friend, as his rock and most importantly his home. He found that he woke up from a dead sleep exactly one year from leaving Amestris, sweating and panting her name like it was a prayer. Edward’s dreams of home no longer surfaced around warm apple pies and lazy Risembool skies. They surfaced around Winry and how beautiful she became. Edward’s hormones had finally did him in, and honestly he’d blame her machine- junky ass any day. She really had become a pretty woman. It’s a shame that the man only grasped this when he awoke that first night with sticky shorts and a very painful erection. He had no choice but to stumble to the bathroom, turn on the hot shower and relieve the sudden aching need he felt. That was the very first time Edward experienced anything sexual. Winry came to him in his dream, in his cold bed in Munich. She wore her coveralls as she normally did, tied around her waist with that damn tube top that really didn’t leave much to the imagination. She straddled him; pressed his hands above his head she kissed him so hard he saw stars. Her wonderful tongue slipped into his mouth and he lost it. He recalled yanking his hands from her grasp and pulling her hard against him. His dick sored against her pelvis and his hands roamed her trim frame. Edward was rough with her (as this was Winry and he could be), his tongue battled hers and he wasted no time pinching a pert nipple between his flesh and blood fingertips. Winry moaned his name and rocked her hips forward. Edward felt her heat through their layers of clothing. She was flushed and touched him everywhere she could. She kissed his neck, suckled his ear and slipped her nimble, calloused fingers into his shorts and stroked him with a gusto his wasn't even sure he was capable of. Edward woke throbbing, and this was to be many, many nights to come. Edward had to make not only a resolution for his pain, but for the sudden ache his felt for his longest, childhood friend. And that was when the showers began and his need to release.
Ed’s resolution to his pain issue was crunching down 3 asprin and downing a bottle of whisky. It was no surprise when he often showed up for work hung over, or still drunk from the night before. But no other person was ever able to tell, Edward for the most part kept to himself in the mornings while he nursed a migraine in his stuffy office. Ten O’clock would roll around and he taught 2 classes before returning to his office. He brought his lunches with him, and only left the Science department to go to the bathroom and retire for the day. Sometimes he's chat with other professors; mostly a man named Brody Eisen.
He and Alphonse shared an apartment above Gracia’s flower shop, which had been closed for the past week due to the birth of her daughter, Elysia. Officer Maes couldn’t be happier, though Edward likes to take the credit in hooking the two up after the fall of the uprising of the Nazi party. Alphonse occasionally stops by Edward’s office to chat and bring his elder brother his afternoon sweetened, but black coffee. They talk at the dinner table and when they have breakfast. Today is Edward’s 20th birthday and Alphonse came to Edward’s office with a small cake to celebrate. He found his brother sleeping in his chair with the tall tell creased brow that indicated Edward was in pain. Of course it had to rain all day on his brother’s birthday. Alphonse gently woke his brother up and offered Edward a smile their mother would have been proud of. Al cut into the cake and sang “Happy Birthday” out of tune. Edward entertained the idea of having an appetite and ate a few bites for his little brother that tried so hard to make his day better. Alphonse did bring a smile to Edward’s hard face, but the younger brother had a certain intuition that Ed wasn’t just moody because of joint pain. He left Edward an hour later, stating he unfortunately had work to do in the lab, and that he would make it up to him at another time. Edward totally understood his little brother’s quest for knowledge, and pushed onto Alphonse without a fight.
It was nearly nine when Edward started packing his briefcase to retire for the night. For most part the university was empty, except for a few other late working professors in the Science department. Edward snapped his case shut when a plump, young man appeared in his doorway.
“Herr Elric! I thought you might still be here! A few of us are going to the pub tonight; we had a breakthrough which must be celebrated!”
Edward knew this man quite well. He worked just as late as the elder Elric, if not later sometimes. He was a somewhat a perfect specimen of the German race; he was thick, blond and had very blue eyes. He was a chemistry professor like Edward, but was more obsessed with medicines and frequently worked with mold spores in hopes that someday he could find medicine that could cure bacterial infections.
“Still working with mold, are you. I still think you should contact that Flemming guy in London, I think he’s really on to something.” Edward sneered, causing the other man’s shoulders to fall. Edward always played a banter with the man.
“Shciesse, and have people think 2 scientists have gone mad! I think not! I’d rather be cooped up in my lab studying mold, and knowing I am right. Flemming’s principles are still quite in question, I don’t care how many papers he’s published.” The man bantered right back. “It’s like me telling you to have dinner with Einstein, Herr Elric…Now that would be a sight!”
Edward scowled. “Now professor Eisen, you know that it would be a cold day in hell before that happened.”
Professor Eisen laughed, hearty and warm. “So a little birdy told me it was your birthday today, more reason to come out with us.”
Edward snorted in turn as he pulled his coat on. “Did that little birdy have green eyes and short blond hair, and a stupid looking white lab coat such like yourself?” Damn Alphonse’s mouth.
“Of course, Edward. We all know little birdies don’t talk and they certainly don’t know when your birthday is. Alphonse thinks it would do you some good to come out for a night cap. No offense, but you are hardly social and always in some lecture hall or this dusty office.”
“I happen to like this office.” Edward nearly pouted.
“Well, you should happen to like the pub as well.”
Perhaps it was because his joints ached to terribly that he decided to go or his little brothers pouty, stupid face appearing in his mind’s eye begging him to go out. Or perhaps it was that Edward wanted nothing more than to flush wide blue eyes and silky blond hair from his brain.
Winry.
Edward didn’t know what time it was. He didn’t know how he left the bar, or how he wound up home in his bed…with the nicest sensation of lips suckling his neck…now his jaw. Hands roamed over his chest, over his vest and shirt. Edward’s eyes fluttered closed and he welcomed his dream. Winry, she was there with him wasn’t she. Her hands smoothed back the tangled locks of his hair that perhaps she unbound in the first place. Her lips graced his, but this seemed a little different than last time. Winry kissed him but not like she did previously, her lips never parted and moved down his neck. She unbuttoned the top button of his shirt but never went further. Edward remembered that Winry loved to touch his chest, run her hands across his hard planes and caress a nipple every now and again. Edward’s hands went into soft hair as he felt the tongue of his belt get un-looped. Yes, Winry liked to tease, but how could he refuse her when it felt so damn good.
“Winry…” Edward signed, trying to gather the world around him through hazy eyes. Everything was so blurry and warped. What did his drink again? He recalled a few shots of whisky…but after that, everything became a haze. The only sensation his could feel was her hands freeing his member. They were so…what was the word…soft and precise. Good words to describe her, Edward thought as his flesh hand went into her hair, while his automail found her free hand, he immediately grasped her wrist when he felt the liquid hot sensation of her mouth on his dick. Edward grunted as his hips pushed off the mattress. Winry was always his undoing, and now she was going to make him pay for leaving her in the dust.
“Easy there, all good things come to those who wait…” He heard her say and something about his grip in her wrist. Edward’s stomach tensed as her tongue rolled over his tip and her fingers caressed the underside of his testicles. He was close that was for sure. Edward’s hips moved on their own accord, thrusting into her mouth as quick as he could. He didn’t hear her cough and he certainly didn’t hear her tell him to stop squeezing her wrist. Winry was tough as nails, she could take it, she would want it, she would take every bit of his cock into her loud, bossy mouth because she wanted it and it would shut her up. Then she would crawl on top of him when he was almost off the abyss and slide her tight, wet heat onto him. Winry was fierce, she was a goddess that wielded a wrench and fucking loved his automail! She would want his cold fingers in places that would make a normal woman shutter, squeezing a breast, circling her clit, making her squirm and moan. Edward would them flip them over, and dive into her. She’d willingly put her feet on his shoulders and cry his name when she came, milking him dry. Edward wanted so much to love her, make love to her, fuck her, make beautiful babies with her an watch her birth them.
Edward bit his lip when he came, knowing all too well that he made it bleed. His mind melted along with his body. He felt he would melt into the mattress if it would let him. His thoughts centered along Winry. Winry loved him, she loved who he became and she still loved him, even though he fucking left her high and dry to a world that was so colorless without her in it.
Wait…Winry wasn’t here…was she? Were her hands really that soft? No…no they weren’t. Winry had scars and callouses on her hands. She didn’t have nails and she didn’t speak German.
Reality hit Edward like a cold bucket of water. Edward jolted up, praying that he was dreaming again. And finally when his glassy eyes came to focus his was indeed laying in his bed in Munich. He was still somewhat dressed, save for his flaccid member hanging out of his pants. His white gloves were off and thrown onto his desk. His hair was loose and man was his head splitting. Edward turned, horrified to see that a woman who looked nothing like Winry slept on his bed. She was dressed as well, but portions of her ample bosom peaked out from beneath her unbuttoned blouse. Her knickers were at the bottom of his bed, Edward paled. This woman was pretty and thin. She had straight, brown hair and slightly olive skin. Edward almost threw up. He heard Alphonse in the kitchen, probably making breakfast and rain hitting the roof. He heard everything, but felt nothing. Who was this woman? What did he do?!
Edward gingerly put his feet over the side of his bed. He didn’t want to wake her and he really didn’t want to explain to Alphonse that he slept with some random woman who he thought was Winry, a woman he could never reach again. Edward felt guilty suddenly. He didn’t wait and Winry always waited.
Edward never smoked a day in his life, but was never happier to find a pack of cigarettes on his nightstand that the woman must have brought with her. He pulled his window open, pulled up his desk chair and puffed away. He was stiff, tense and sore as hell. He needed a shower and a reality check before going to work, maybe he’d cancel classes today, after all, his head was pounding. Edward watched the curls of smoke drift into the air that somehow reminded him of alchemy circles. He was so entranced he didn’t even hear the woman wake and come to stand behind him.
“We didn’t fuck.” She said quietly, making Edward jump out of his skin. “I know that is what you were thinking. Had I know there wass another woman, I wouldn’t have…well you know.” Her cheeks flushed. Edward remembered all too well her magnificent blow job. He tried to speak before she cut him off.
“They told me you were single, a lonely scientist that needed a good birthday time. And I see that now.” She lit a cigarette of her own now as she too gazed out the window.
“Schiess.” Edward sighed. He didn’t even know her name, or what to say. What does a person say to a woman that give him his first blow job?
“I don’t think you remember much do you? Your friends made you drink a lot of whisky and even got you to take a hit of opium. I’d say that was a good birthday.”
Edward didn't remember most of it. “Look…uh…miss, I am sorry for what ever happened last night. If I hurt you in any-“
“Not at all!” The woman interjected. Edward saw now that her eyes were green like a dirty emerald. She blushed. “I mean…no…you didn’t hurt me…well maybe a little, with your fake hand... I know that was the first time a woman did that to you….no offense... you were quick, but you were kind to me as your friends said. You didn’t treat me like other Germans do.” She smiled sadly. Edward’s eyes bulged as she held up her wrist. The indents of his automail fingers left greenish, purple bruises.
“Don’t look so horrified, these are nothing compared to what may family has gotten. You, see I am Jewish and most Germans don’t like that, you are different...like me.” She took a drag of her cigarette.
“Last night I wanted to see you…all of you and you would not let me undress you…you kept saying no...are you were ashamed of your prosthetics? Like I am ashamed of my religion.”
Edward reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. “Look, don’t be ashamed of that because of the fucking politics. I am not ashamed of my arm and leg…I am careful, so you be careful and screw all those idiot German politicians.” The woman smiled a sad smile and turned back to the window. Edward tossed his cigarette out.
“Did she make them or something?” The woman asked suddenly.
“The woman you mentioned last night…” Edward blushed as he hid beneath his bangs, what a using Bastard he was.
“Winry? I think was her name…you mumbled something about her fixing your hand…because you couldn’t tell how much pressure you felt…and then you said she should oil something else…and of course that was when I…well, you know the rest.”
Why did women have to carry on. “Winry was a woman back from where I am from. She worked on my arm and leg and only recently I have realized something…” Edward left the statement hanging. He suddenly felt suffocated and rose from his chair. He went to his dresser and pulled a few marcs from his wallet.
“You love her.” The woman finished. “I don’t even know you, but I know you love her.”
Edward remained quiet and crossed the room to where she stood. “Here is some money. Call a cab to where ever you need to go. My bathroom is at the end of the hall if you need to freshen up. Thank you for a nice time last night…I’m sorry if I made you feel used or anything. It was a huge mistake on my judgment, miss. I am going to kill some of my coworkers today.”
The woman smiled. “It’s not every day you meet a man with eyes like yours, we were both inebriated. Fair is fair, I did have a good time.” She did took the marcs from Edward, gathered her belongings and stopped at his door.
“My name is Ella, by the way and yours? Just so I at least know your name, I can’t just keep calling you Birthday boy.”
Edward smiled at that. “Edward, but you can call me Ed.
“Well, Edward do take care of yourself.”
I will, Ella. I am going home…to Winry.