"Welcome Home", a FMA: Brotherhood fiction
Title: Welcome Home
Rating: NC-17/M
Characters: Edward Elric; Winry Rockbell
Spoilers: End of series/manga
Warnings: Sexual content; language
Author’s Note: For my K. ^^ Un-beta’d. Forgive typos and such.
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“Take this sinking boat and point it home. We’ve still got time.”- The Frames
****
It had been raining. On this particular night it was storming beyond mere rain. There was thunder and lightning. There was wind. There was darkness. And worst of all…there was mud.
He strolled through the front door, after nearly a month’s absence, without so much as a hello. His godsend hair was pasted to his face from rain and tree debris. His clothes were soaked (he was sopping), his face was a little red from his run to the door. And then…his shoes. They were completely ensconced in the thickest layers of softened planet that she had ever laid eyes on. To make matters worse, it had no intentions of sticking to his hostage feet. The more he traversed the clean wood floors and soft carpets, the more it freed from his limbs.
Winry stood idly by as he absent-mindedly stopped to place a kiss on her cheek before he ventured forth into the kitchen. For food, no doubt.
The brown and squishy foot prints followed him inside the rather empty kitchen. His coat and gloves had joined the traces in a silent parade of dirt and grime. Something else she’d just have to clean.
It didn’t help that she had just spent the last two hours scrubbing her skin until it was raw in hopes of cleansing all oil and grease from her being. The smell, the sweat, the curses, the pain, the fatigue…all of it she had scrutinized under the showerhead and removed with great care and excitement. Ed’s train had been scheduled to come in tonight. He had requested she stay home because of the weather. So in efforts to meet him halfway (as alchemists preached), she had gone to great lengths to clean herself, the house, and her mind of all loneliness and mess.
Looking at the floor, it was like he had brought with him all those friendless memories back and buried her knee deep in them once more. Like her efforts had been in vain --like they always had been. Before. Before when she had merely been the accessory friend that yelled her dismay into his unhearing ears. Before when he had left her behind --like he still did on occasion.
“Winryyyy, where’s all the food?!”
Her hands tightened at her side and her eyes twitched.
“Oi!”
Tighter and tighter until her knuckles became white and her bones ached.
“Hey…why aren’t you answerin-”
“Edward Elric, how dare you come into this house and ruin it without so much as batting an eye. I should cave your head in for this! And to make matters worse, I don’t get a ‘hi’, I just get a lazy kiss and the demand for food? Who do you think you are?!”
He blinked at her from behind the kitchen counter, gold eyes wide and clueless, as per usual, “I’m…hungry.”
Winry shook her head simply sighed, “In the oven, Ed…I made your favorite. And on the counter next to the refrigerator is an apple pie.”
Ed’s face immediately split, “Thanks, Winr--Where are you going?” He asked, watching as she slowly ascended the stairs.
“I’m going to bed, Ed. Go ahead and eat,” And with that, she disappeared to the rafters above his clueless brain.
Lowering his voice and turning back to the oven, he grumbled to himself as he went about preparing his welcome home dinner.
“I don’t see what the big deal is. She’s always so damn touchy-”
“I HEARD THAT!”
He let out a small whimper, dropping his fork to the ground in all the excitement.
“Tch,” He muttered, bending down to grab the thrown piece of metal. After retrieving the abandoned utensil, he studied it with disgust.
“’S all covered in dirt! What the hell?”
The former alchemist glanced about the house as he rinsed his beloved item, golden eyes registering dismantled trinkets here and there, discarded pieces of sky-bathed clothes, and various mounds of mud. It was everywhere.
Swallowing, he turned off the water and sighed, “…Damn it.”
--
The lightning flickered against the window pane, teasing her closed eyelids with hints of life outside of her busy head. Damn Edward Elric. Damn that mud. And damn this rain.
“Winry?”
She remained angrily quiet, her back facing the inquisitive Elric brother from his spot lingering in their bedroom doorway.
“Are you asleep?”
“No, Ed, I’m not. As if anyone could possibly sleep during weather like this.”
The floorboards creaked as he entered the room hesitantly, his usually heavy footsteps timid and uncertain as they crossed the room.
Winry squinted her eyes open when the bed sank in next to her. He was quiet….unusually so.
“What is it?”
“I, er…”
“….”
“I cleaned up downstairs.”
Masking her surprise as best as she could, she quickly rolled over to find him sitting with his back to the headboard, head tilted just enough so he could look at her.
“You did what?”
“That’s why you were angry, right? Because I tore up the house? So I…cleaned it.”
The frown he earned in response wasn’t something he had been expecting. Not in the least bit.
“Wh-what?”
She slid back against her pillow, sighing her malcontent, “You think it’s just the mess? It’s the lack of concern, Ed. You, as former state alchemist, should have a better attention to detail than you do. Or is it because it isn’t alchemy that you blatantly ignore it?”
Ed stared at her strained jaw and tight hands, eye flicking over her chest’s stifled rising and falling, “I don’t care about the house, Winry. I never have cared about some stupid house. Why do you think I burned mine down? It’s not about the house. It’s not about the objects inside. It’s the person you come home to.”
“That so? Well do you care to explain why I’m passed over like some sort of house accessory then, Ed? Why am I still passed over?”
The man looked at her thoughtfully and shook his head, leaning down over her, pulling her close with a soft sigh and kiss to her temple, “You aren’t.”
“I’d beg to differ.”
“Of course you would.”
“Idiot.”
“You’re far from passed over. In fact…I’m still trying to understand why you picked me out of everyone. Heh.”
“I have no idea. I must really just like all the frustration, hmm?”
Ed smiled against her neck, pressing a small kiss to her pulse point, hands drifting down her sides, “I could say the same thing, ya know. Like you’re any walk in the park. Always yellin’ and hittin’ me with stuff.”
Winry shifted in his hold, body suddenly less comfortable than before, nerves tingling wit the energy of the storm and interest in his sudden touches, “You…deserve it.”
He chuckled, kissing along her jaw line to her ear, nibbling at her skin lightly. A hand slid beneath her t-shirt, touching the taunt stomach with teasing patterns that were, in doubt of her mind, alchemy symbols. Forever the scientist. Forever the boy dreaming beneath apple trees and whispering his goals of returning his mother. Forever Edward Elric.
Sliding her hands around his neck, she pulled him close, nuzzling against his tanned skin, “I just miss you, Ed. I even miss the damn mess.”
Rubbing his palm over her breasts, he breathed his agreement against her alert ear.
Adjusting herself, she pushed him away far enough to pull him free of his semi-soaked shirt. Quietly, respectfully, she leaned up and pressed a kiss over his heart as he pulled down her pants and panties. He still fumbled when it came to undressing her, to loving her. Because he was still that boy. But being that boy is what made him her man.
“Ed-”
He nodded, pushing down his own trousers and undergarments, shoving them to the floor in a sudden urgency that rains and fires could not ever harness. The urgency to be close to the person you love…all the elements found on the planet could never compare.
Pushing her legs farther apart, he settled within her confines with a soft grunt and a quick intake of air from her. It was always painful at first.
No…not painful. It was…electric; two pieces of opposite powers had finally been reunited.
He rolled his hips, testing her willingness -- her readiness, before moving inside her slowly, climbing to a pace that was neither fast nor slow. It was methodic, much like the way he drew his beloved alchemy circles. Similar to how she toiled over a fine piece of automail.
Cream stained and king’s gold pieces of blond mixed together in a ceremony of sweat and pants, backs rising and falling, nails digging and scraping.
“….Ed,” She whispered --much like she always did.
He peppered her collar bone in airy kisses, memorizing the feel of soft skin against his weather-tattered mouth.
Harder still. Climbing. Together. Always together (from the very start).
With a cry of his name, laced with a mixed with realization that the journey was over and fatigue, her back arched high off the bed and her nerves unbuckled. He followed with a soft ghost whisper to thank the gods. Thank you for everything: this house, this life, this woman. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
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Rewind.
Edward Elric traversed the soppy slops to the familiar house that kept all his heart’s treasures safe inside. His books. His food. His furniture. His wife. All of it.
As he reached the top, his eyes found the beacon of light through the storm night (much like she used to flash a spotlight to guide him home). She was in the living room, quickly hurrying about the place, rearranging stacks of things, tucking pieces of her long hair back into place. Winry just being…there.
He had stood outside admiring her for nearly ten minutes. In spite of the lightning, thunder, wind, and rain. In spite of his hunger and need for affection. In spite of the yelling he would surely receive upon his muddy entry. In spite of it all.
…Winry, unbeknownst to her, really knew how to welcome a man back home.
Rating: NC-17/M
Characters: Edward Elric; Winry Rockbell
Spoilers: End of series/manga
Warnings: Sexual content; language
Author’s Note: For my K. ^^ Un-beta’d. Forgive typos and such.
--
“Take this sinking boat and point it home. We’ve still got time.”- The Frames
****
It had been raining. On this particular night it was storming beyond mere rain. There was thunder and lightning. There was wind. There was darkness. And worst of all…there was mud.
He strolled through the front door, after nearly a month’s absence, without so much as a hello. His godsend hair was pasted to his face from rain and tree debris. His clothes were soaked (he was sopping), his face was a little red from his run to the door. And then…his shoes. They were completely ensconced in the thickest layers of softened planet that she had ever laid eyes on. To make matters worse, it had no intentions of sticking to his hostage feet. The more he traversed the clean wood floors and soft carpets, the more it freed from his limbs.
Winry stood idly by as he absent-mindedly stopped to place a kiss on her cheek before he ventured forth into the kitchen. For food, no doubt.
The brown and squishy foot prints followed him inside the rather empty kitchen. His coat and gloves had joined the traces in a silent parade of dirt and grime. Something else she’d just have to clean.
It didn’t help that she had just spent the last two hours scrubbing her skin until it was raw in hopes of cleansing all oil and grease from her being. The smell, the sweat, the curses, the pain, the fatigue…all of it she had scrutinized under the showerhead and removed with great care and excitement. Ed’s train had been scheduled to come in tonight. He had requested she stay home because of the weather. So in efforts to meet him halfway (as alchemists preached), she had gone to great lengths to clean herself, the house, and her mind of all loneliness and mess.
Looking at the floor, it was like he had brought with him all those friendless memories back and buried her knee deep in them once more. Like her efforts had been in vain --like they always had been. Before. Before when she had merely been the accessory friend that yelled her dismay into his unhearing ears. Before when he had left her behind --like he still did on occasion.
“Winryyyy, where’s all the food?!”
Her hands tightened at her side and her eyes twitched.
“Oi!”
Tighter and tighter until her knuckles became white and her bones ached.
“Hey…why aren’t you answerin-”
“Edward Elric, how dare you come into this house and ruin it without so much as batting an eye. I should cave your head in for this! And to make matters worse, I don’t get a ‘hi’, I just get a lazy kiss and the demand for food? Who do you think you are?!”
He blinked at her from behind the kitchen counter, gold eyes wide and clueless, as per usual, “I’m…hungry.”
Winry shook her head simply sighed, “In the oven, Ed…I made your favorite. And on the counter next to the refrigerator is an apple pie.”
Ed’s face immediately split, “Thanks, Winr--Where are you going?” He asked, watching as she slowly ascended the stairs.
“I’m going to bed, Ed. Go ahead and eat,” And with that, she disappeared to the rafters above his clueless brain.
Lowering his voice and turning back to the oven, he grumbled to himself as he went about preparing his welcome home dinner.
“I don’t see what the big deal is. She’s always so damn touchy-”
“I HEARD THAT!”
He let out a small whimper, dropping his fork to the ground in all the excitement.
“Tch,” He muttered, bending down to grab the thrown piece of metal. After retrieving the abandoned utensil, he studied it with disgust.
“’S all covered in dirt! What the hell?”
The former alchemist glanced about the house as he rinsed his beloved item, golden eyes registering dismantled trinkets here and there, discarded pieces of sky-bathed clothes, and various mounds of mud. It was everywhere.
Swallowing, he turned off the water and sighed, “…Damn it.”
--
The lightning flickered against the window pane, teasing her closed eyelids with hints of life outside of her busy head. Damn Edward Elric. Damn that mud. And damn this rain.
“Winry?”
She remained angrily quiet, her back facing the inquisitive Elric brother from his spot lingering in their bedroom doorway.
“Are you asleep?”
“No, Ed, I’m not. As if anyone could possibly sleep during weather like this.”
The floorboards creaked as he entered the room hesitantly, his usually heavy footsteps timid and uncertain as they crossed the room.
Winry squinted her eyes open when the bed sank in next to her. He was quiet….unusually so.
“What is it?”
“I, er…”
“….”
“I cleaned up downstairs.”
Masking her surprise as best as she could, she quickly rolled over to find him sitting with his back to the headboard, head tilted just enough so he could look at her.
“You did what?”
“That’s why you were angry, right? Because I tore up the house? So I…cleaned it.”
The frown he earned in response wasn’t something he had been expecting. Not in the least bit.
“Wh-what?”
She slid back against her pillow, sighing her malcontent, “You think it’s just the mess? It’s the lack of concern, Ed. You, as former state alchemist, should have a better attention to detail than you do. Or is it because it isn’t alchemy that you blatantly ignore it?”
Ed stared at her strained jaw and tight hands, eye flicking over her chest’s stifled rising and falling, “I don’t care about the house, Winry. I never have cared about some stupid house. Why do you think I burned mine down? It’s not about the house. It’s not about the objects inside. It’s the person you come home to.”
“That so? Well do you care to explain why I’m passed over like some sort of house accessory then, Ed? Why am I still passed over?”
The man looked at her thoughtfully and shook his head, leaning down over her, pulling her close with a soft sigh and kiss to her temple, “You aren’t.”
“I’d beg to differ.”
“Of course you would.”
“Idiot.”
“You’re far from passed over. In fact…I’m still trying to understand why you picked me out of everyone. Heh.”
“I have no idea. I must really just like all the frustration, hmm?”
Ed smiled against her neck, pressing a small kiss to her pulse point, hands drifting down her sides, “I could say the same thing, ya know. Like you’re any walk in the park. Always yellin’ and hittin’ me with stuff.”
Winry shifted in his hold, body suddenly less comfortable than before, nerves tingling wit the energy of the storm and interest in his sudden touches, “You…deserve it.”
He chuckled, kissing along her jaw line to her ear, nibbling at her skin lightly. A hand slid beneath her t-shirt, touching the taunt stomach with teasing patterns that were, in doubt of her mind, alchemy symbols. Forever the scientist. Forever the boy dreaming beneath apple trees and whispering his goals of returning his mother. Forever Edward Elric.
Sliding her hands around his neck, she pulled him close, nuzzling against his tanned skin, “I just miss you, Ed. I even miss the damn mess.”
Rubbing his palm over her breasts, he breathed his agreement against her alert ear.
Adjusting herself, she pushed him away far enough to pull him free of his semi-soaked shirt. Quietly, respectfully, she leaned up and pressed a kiss over his heart as he pulled down her pants and panties. He still fumbled when it came to undressing her, to loving her. Because he was still that boy. But being that boy is what made him her man.
“Ed-”
He nodded, pushing down his own trousers and undergarments, shoving them to the floor in a sudden urgency that rains and fires could not ever harness. The urgency to be close to the person you love…all the elements found on the planet could never compare.
Pushing her legs farther apart, he settled within her confines with a soft grunt and a quick intake of air from her. It was always painful at first.
No…not painful. It was…electric; two pieces of opposite powers had finally been reunited.
He rolled his hips, testing her willingness -- her readiness, before moving inside her slowly, climbing to a pace that was neither fast nor slow. It was methodic, much like the way he drew his beloved alchemy circles. Similar to how she toiled over a fine piece of automail.
Cream stained and king’s gold pieces of blond mixed together in a ceremony of sweat and pants, backs rising and falling, nails digging and scraping.
“….Ed,” She whispered --much like she always did.
He peppered her collar bone in airy kisses, memorizing the feel of soft skin against his weather-tattered mouth.
Harder still. Climbing. Together. Always together (from the very start).
With a cry of his name, laced with a mixed with realization that the journey was over and fatigue, her back arched high off the bed and her nerves unbuckled. He followed with a soft ghost whisper to thank the gods. Thank you for everything: this house, this life, this woman. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
--
Rewind.
Edward Elric traversed the soppy slops to the familiar house that kept all his heart’s treasures safe inside. His books. His food. His furniture. His wife. All of it.
As he reached the top, his eyes found the beacon of light through the storm night (much like she used to flash a spotlight to guide him home). She was in the living room, quickly hurrying about the place, rearranging stacks of things, tucking pieces of her long hair back into place. Winry just being…there.
He had stood outside admiring her for nearly ten minutes. In spite of the lightning, thunder, wind, and rain. In spite of his hunger and need for affection. In spite of the yelling he would surely receive upon his muddy entry. In spite of it all.
…Winry, unbeknownst to her, really knew how to welcome a man back home.