"Just a Little Taste", a FMA:Brotherhood drabble
Title: Just a Little Taste
Fandom: FMA Brotherhood
Characters: Winry Rockbell; Edward Elric; Greed
Rating: T
Prompt: Nibble
Spoilers: In relation to the middle of the series/manga
Warnings: Sexual content; cursing
Author's Note: Day 11 of 25. Greed is demanding attention from me, sooooo....
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She was cute, the curvacious little tyrant. Long hair highlighted her pale skin and winter-flavored eyes. More woman than girl, and more fight than understanding.
Greed licked his (borrowed) mouth in response. His kind of woman. Fiery and quick to snap. Fire to his gasoline. One gigantic explosion waiting to be created.
No problem. Hungrily wishing for more than what was acceptable was within his nature. In all reality, he was the most dangerous of all the eternal beings. There was never a point that he could be satisfied. There was always more.
He watched as she crossed her legs lazily, head resting to the side just enough to magnify the taunt skin over a perfectly formed collar bone. Just right for biting. Past her throbbing pulse points to her chest, rounded and young breasts beckoned for attention and abuse.
Greed shifted in his chair uncomfortably, his deadly sin painting his skin red with desire. God, how he'd love to fuck her until all she could do was scream for more (greed was always the most attractive qualitiy, really). He wanted to steal all her virtues and anger with one hot and over-possessive kiss. Devour all her inhibitions with one movement of his hips against hers. Corrupt all her tomorrows with devious minstrations of his skin against hers as her legs clung helplessly around his waist and her body pulled him in with tight walls and contorted facial expressions bordering on pain instead of pleasure.
And what made the thought all the more appealing?
The homunculus shifted his eyes over towards the fullmetal alchemist, his gold eyes glued on every twitch of her body or flutter of her eyelashes. That boy had the love bug so bad that it was revolting. Without speaking, Edward had claimed her all to himself. And vice versa.
And that was what made the whole aspect of fucking the girl appealing. After all, you always want what you can't have.
Oh how he craved for her.
Fandom: FMA Brotherhood
Characters: Winry Rockbell; Edward Elric; Greed
Rating: T
Prompt: Nibble
Spoilers: In relation to the middle of the series/manga
Warnings: Sexual content; cursing
Author's Note: Day 11 of 25. Greed is demanding attention from me, sooooo....
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She was cute, the curvacious little tyrant. Long hair highlighted her pale skin and winter-flavored eyes. More woman than girl, and more fight than understanding.
Greed licked his (borrowed) mouth in response. His kind of woman. Fiery and quick to snap. Fire to his gasoline. One gigantic explosion waiting to be created.
No problem. Hungrily wishing for more than what was acceptable was within his nature. In all reality, he was the most dangerous of all the eternal beings. There was never a point that he could be satisfied. There was always more.
He watched as she crossed her legs lazily, head resting to the side just enough to magnify the taunt skin over a perfectly formed collar bone. Just right for biting. Past her throbbing pulse points to her chest, rounded and young breasts beckoned for attention and abuse.
Greed shifted in his chair uncomfortably, his deadly sin painting his skin red with desire. God, how he'd love to fuck her until all she could do was scream for more (greed was always the most attractive qualitiy, really). He wanted to steal all her virtues and anger with one hot and over-possessive kiss. Devour all her inhibitions with one movement of his hips against hers. Corrupt all her tomorrows with devious minstrations of his skin against hers as her legs clung helplessly around his waist and her body pulled him in with tight walls and contorted facial expressions bordering on pain instead of pleasure.
And what made the thought all the more appealing?
The homunculus shifted his eyes over towards the fullmetal alchemist, his gold eyes glued on every twitch of her body or flutter of her eyelashes. That boy had the love bug so bad that it was revolting. Without speaking, Edward had claimed her all to himself. And vice versa.
And that was what made the whole aspect of fucking the girl appealing. After all, you always want what you can't have.
Oh how he craved for her.