To Stay [Fullmetal Alchemist, Ed/Winry, T]
Title: To Stay
Author: suspicious
Rating: PG-13/T
Warnings: Steamy implications brewing.
Word Count: 578
Prompt: Fullmetal Alchemist, Winry/Ed, Taste, “She tastes like apple pie.” (Feb 13)
I apologize for this being late, OP! Better late than never, I say. Expect backlogged prompts to be taken care of soon. Life is getting in the way!
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The second he set his suitcase down, Winry was in his arms. She wailed, despite her better judgment and how open she was to letting him travel. She had missed him more than words could ever hope to express. Her emotions always went haywire when it came to the elder Elric; they both knew they were a little off their usual kilter when it came to the other. Her lover, her life, her patient. His strength, his hope for the future. Intertwined since childhood. Destined.
The house smelled so thickly of apple pie. The smell of home, one he would never associate with any other household or woman.
Family fluttered around Edward's return, but ultimately knew it was the time for reunion between lovers. With gentle claps on the back, smiles and kisses, formalities exchanged-they disappeared where privacy was in abundance. They were old enough to be alone.
They deserved as much-at least.
"You've been gone for so long," Winry whimpered through pants, his hot mouth tracing patterns on her neck.
"I know," he breathed, hitching her skirt upwards. "I know, I know, I know…" he sighed, his hands in a flash, covering any expanse of skin he could see. "I'm losing patience."
"The zipper's on the back, Ed," Winry responded, trying to reach around to undo the contraption herself.
He shook his head, saying she misunderstood. "With the research. As much hope as I have to uncover secrets, hidden calculations within ruins and texts… I feel empty. I know I need to help those who don't have a chance. I want to, don't get me wrong. Now, my thoughts… my thoughts are filled with something very different."
These magical words. She didn't want to smile, she didn't want to appear as if the work he did was any less important than her, but…
"Are you serious?" she asked, wonder in her voice. She whispered, not wanting to scare the words away. The king of wanderlust, the man who could hardly sit still… was going to stay with her? Make good on his proposal? Allow them to begin a new chapter of their lives, full of uncharted territories?
"Yeah," he said, unzipping her out of her dress. It was a beautiful, pristine white. It reminded him of his promise. "I want to be here. I want to start a family. I want to finally get married. Make an honest woman out of you."
Winry couldn't swallow. Her throat was so tight. She didn't know if she wanted to cry, scream, or do both from the rooftop. She decided to latch onto him for dear life. Her lips were on his in a hot flash; their tongues immediately met. He hummed appreciatively into her mouth: she tasted like apple pie. He almost forgot about the treat.
"As if I'm not honest already, you freak," she managed to say, hitting his shoulder-the left one, she wasn't cruel. "You're sounding quite selfish. I love the sound of you saying you want things."
"I want you," he replied, reaching down to the deep curves of her backside and taking a firm hold. He hoisted her up on her knees, effectively pulling her away from him. Her dress was neither on nor off her.
"You already have me," she said simply, trailing her hands down his chest to rest on the fly of his pants. She dragged a finger down the pronounced bulge. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Neither am I."
Author: suspicious
Rating: PG-13/T
Warnings: Steamy implications brewing.
Word Count: 578
Prompt: Fullmetal Alchemist, Winry/Ed, Taste, “She tastes like apple pie.” (Feb 13)
I apologize for this being late, OP! Better late than never, I say. Expect backlogged prompts to be taken care of soon. Life is getting in the way!
...
The second he set his suitcase down, Winry was in his arms. She wailed, despite her better judgment and how open she was to letting him travel. She had missed him more than words could ever hope to express. Her emotions always went haywire when it came to the elder Elric; they both knew they were a little off their usual kilter when it came to the other. Her lover, her life, her patient. His strength, his hope for the future. Intertwined since childhood. Destined.
The house smelled so thickly of apple pie. The smell of home, one he would never associate with any other household or woman.
Family fluttered around Edward's return, but ultimately knew it was the time for reunion between lovers. With gentle claps on the back, smiles and kisses, formalities exchanged-they disappeared where privacy was in abundance. They were old enough to be alone.
They deserved as much-at least.
"You've been gone for so long," Winry whimpered through pants, his hot mouth tracing patterns on her neck.
"I know," he breathed, hitching her skirt upwards. "I know, I know, I know…" he sighed, his hands in a flash, covering any expanse of skin he could see. "I'm losing patience."
"The zipper's on the back, Ed," Winry responded, trying to reach around to undo the contraption herself.
He shook his head, saying she misunderstood. "With the research. As much hope as I have to uncover secrets, hidden calculations within ruins and texts… I feel empty. I know I need to help those who don't have a chance. I want to, don't get me wrong. Now, my thoughts… my thoughts are filled with something very different."
These magical words. She didn't want to smile, she didn't want to appear as if the work he did was any less important than her, but…
"Are you serious?" she asked, wonder in her voice. She whispered, not wanting to scare the words away. The king of wanderlust, the man who could hardly sit still… was going to stay with her? Make good on his proposal? Allow them to begin a new chapter of their lives, full of uncharted territories?
"Yeah," he said, unzipping her out of her dress. It was a beautiful, pristine white. It reminded him of his promise. "I want to be here. I want to start a family. I want to finally get married. Make an honest woman out of you."
Winry couldn't swallow. Her throat was so tight. She didn't know if she wanted to cry, scream, or do both from the rooftop. She decided to latch onto him for dear life. Her lips were on his in a hot flash; their tongues immediately met. He hummed appreciatively into her mouth: she tasted like apple pie. He almost forgot about the treat.
"As if I'm not honest already, you freak," she managed to say, hitting his shoulder-the left one, she wasn't cruel. "You're sounding quite selfish. I love the sound of you saying you want things."
"I want you," he replied, reaching down to the deep curves of her backside and taking a firm hold. He hoisted her up on her knees, effectively pulling her away from him. Her dress was neither on nor off her.
"You already have me," she said simply, trailing her hands down his chest to rest on the fly of his pants. She dragged a finger down the pronounced bulge. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Neither am I."