Charmer (Full Metal Alchemist, Winry/Greed!Ling, NC17)
Title: Charmer
Author/Artist: shiegra
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: - FMA (Greed!Ling/Winry) - Ling was always attractive, but now overly sexualized she can't resist his charms
Word count: 601
Greed moved differently.
There were other differences--plenty of visible ones, even. His eyes. He smiled in a different way, all teeth and lazy hunger that had all the time in the world to sate itself. He spoke differently, and he ate differently, and she suspected that he fought pretty differently, as well.
He looked at her differently, though, and that was the one that caught her attention, the one that raised all the hairs on the back of her neck. Ling hadn't displayed particular interest in her, and she hadn't cared much. Ling was attractive, sure--but Winry had better things to do with her time, most of them involving grease and metal and designs, and not a lot of patience for the delicate handling most boys required. Greed treated her differently, though Winry didn't really think he was interested in her specifically as much as that hunger was all-consuming and, ultimately, indiscriminate.
She knew he was watching her by the way the hairs lifted on the back of her neck; she knew she amused him, or at least interested him, by the way he grinned when she palmed her wrench and gave him a narrow-eyed stare. But the problem was that she couldn't help but treat him differently. Greed wasn't Ling most overpoweringly because where Ling had left her distantly admiring but disinterested, Greed could make her stomach knot up when he brushed close, the strange arcane scent winding down to fist hot and liquid in her belly.
Winry might have picked up a bit of recklessness somewhere along the way to where she--and Ling, and Ed, and their whole damn country--was now.
"What do you want?" She asked him when he cornered her against the counter, her palms flattened, her body deliberately still.
He laughed. "I want everything," he purred, and Winry didn't flinch when he slid the backs of his fingers up the inside of her leg. She bent her knee instead, allowing the touch, and he leaned forward like it was an invitation.
The warmth of his body pressed against her, the dark coat pressing against her, his body radiating heat right through her thin shirt. He inhaled the scent of her hair, running his fingers through it thoughtfully, and when his hand dropped to the small of her back Winry shivered, hard, and let him pull her off the counter.
His mouth was full of sharp edges and the warmth of his skin was sharp and immediate. He peeled her pants down over her hips when she kicked the door shut behind them, then thumped her back against it. He was neither gentle, hurried nor particularly patient, but he kissed her hard and measured and his hands moved over her body--against the long curve her thigh, cupping the weight of her breasts, like he was familiarizing himself with the contours of a human body.
He pinned her against the wall, the coolness at her back and the heat at her front--inside her, the heat she clenched around as he thrust against her--almost dizzying in contrast as her stomach tightened, as she locked her legs around his waist and he fucked her against the wall, drawing her head back with a hand twisted in her hair to lick the sweat from her throat. She bit back the name in her throat as she came--bad manners--and just spasmed silently in his arms, panting harshly as she slumped against him and he hissed against her skin and finished in two hard final thrusts.
"Quite the girl," he remarked, half to himself--as though repeating an observation--as she picked up her pants, and wiped a thumb leisurely across his gleaming lower lip.
Author/Artist: shiegra
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: - FMA (Greed!Ling/Winry) - Ling was always attractive, but now overly sexualized she can't resist his charms
Word count: 601
Greed moved differently.
There were other differences--plenty of visible ones, even. His eyes. He smiled in a different way, all teeth and lazy hunger that had all the time in the world to sate itself. He spoke differently, and he ate differently, and she suspected that he fought pretty differently, as well.
He looked at her differently, though, and that was the one that caught her attention, the one that raised all the hairs on the back of her neck. Ling hadn't displayed particular interest in her, and she hadn't cared much. Ling was attractive, sure--but Winry had better things to do with her time, most of them involving grease and metal and designs, and not a lot of patience for the delicate handling most boys required. Greed treated her differently, though Winry didn't really think he was interested in her specifically as much as that hunger was all-consuming and, ultimately, indiscriminate.
She knew he was watching her by the way the hairs lifted on the back of her neck; she knew she amused him, or at least interested him, by the way he grinned when she palmed her wrench and gave him a narrow-eyed stare. But the problem was that she couldn't help but treat him differently. Greed wasn't Ling most overpoweringly because where Ling had left her distantly admiring but disinterested, Greed could make her stomach knot up when he brushed close, the strange arcane scent winding down to fist hot and liquid in her belly.
Winry might have picked up a bit of recklessness somewhere along the way to where she--and Ling, and Ed, and their whole damn country--was now.
"What do you want?" She asked him when he cornered her against the counter, her palms flattened, her body deliberately still.
He laughed. "I want everything," he purred, and Winry didn't flinch when he slid the backs of his fingers up the inside of her leg. She bent her knee instead, allowing the touch, and he leaned forward like it was an invitation.
The warmth of his body pressed against her, the dark coat pressing against her, his body radiating heat right through her thin shirt. He inhaled the scent of her hair, running his fingers through it thoughtfully, and when his hand dropped to the small of her back Winry shivered, hard, and let him pull her off the counter.
His mouth was full of sharp edges and the warmth of his skin was sharp and immediate. He peeled her pants down over her hips when she kicked the door shut behind them, then thumped her back against it. He was neither gentle, hurried nor particularly patient, but he kissed her hard and measured and his hands moved over her body--against the long curve her thigh, cupping the weight of her breasts, like he was familiarizing himself with the contours of a human body.
He pinned her against the wall, the coolness at her back and the heat at her front--inside her, the heat she clenched around as he thrust against her--almost dizzying in contrast as her stomach tightened, as she locked her legs around his waist and he fucked her against the wall, drawing her head back with a hand twisted in her hair to lick the sweat from her throat. She bit back the name in her throat as she came--bad manners--and just spasmed silently in his arms, panting harshly as she slumped against him and he hissed against her skin and finished in two hard final thrusts.
"Quite the girl," he remarked, half to himself--as though repeating an observation--as she picked up her pants, and wiped a thumb leisurely across his gleaming lower lip.