FIC: Silence
Title: Silence
Author: drummerdancer
Characters/Pairings: one-sided Gracia/Winry
Word Count: 250
Prompt: Gracia/Winry - relief
Rating: T
Summary: Gracia waits for her chance in silence.
In the back of her mind, Gracia knew what she was doing was wrong; Winry was only sixteen, a young girl confused about her body and seeking guidance, advice, help-not touching, not caressing, not sex from another woman, much less Gracia herself. She thought of Gracia as an adopted mother after all-a far cry from what Gracia actually wanted to be.
But when Winry came to her, complaining that her breasts were hurting and her grandmother was all the way back in Resembool, Gracia couldn’t help but leap at the chance to comfort her and make her feel better. It was, after all, the motherly thing to do.
And when she lifted up her shirt and bared her skin like the innocent that she was, Gracia touched and felt skin sinfully soft and breasts red and in need not of a mother’s touch-
-but of a lover’s.
And it was a sin not to indulge right there and then.
But she restrained herself, spewing advice on autopilot as she pulled her shirt down and let her thoughts run unrestrained, charting impossible avenues until a single truth became known.
She had to wait. She had to wait until Winry was older, until she could come to Gracia herself without the fog of innocence muddying every one of her thoughts and actions.
And Gracia couldn’t do a thing until then, only wait on the sidelines for her chance to arrive.
Relief would have to wait. Gracia watched on in silence.
Fake cut @ fm_alchemist & femslash100
Author: drummerdancer
Characters/Pairings: one-sided Gracia/Winry
Word Count: 250
Prompt: Gracia/Winry - relief
Rating: T
Summary: Gracia waits for her chance in silence.
In the back of her mind, Gracia knew what she was doing was wrong; Winry was only sixteen, a young girl confused about her body and seeking guidance, advice, help-not touching, not caressing, not sex from another woman, much less Gracia herself. She thought of Gracia as an adopted mother after all-a far cry from what Gracia actually wanted to be.
But when Winry came to her, complaining that her breasts were hurting and her grandmother was all the way back in Resembool, Gracia couldn’t help but leap at the chance to comfort her and make her feel better. It was, after all, the motherly thing to do.
And when she lifted up her shirt and bared her skin like the innocent that she was, Gracia touched and felt skin sinfully soft and breasts red and in need not of a mother’s touch-
-but of a lover’s.
And it was a sin not to indulge right there and then.
But she restrained herself, spewing advice on autopilot as she pulled her shirt down and let her thoughts run unrestrained, charting impossible avenues until a single truth became known.
She had to wait. She had to wait until Winry was older, until she could come to Gracia herself without the fog of innocence muddying every one of her thoughts and actions.
And Gracia couldn’t do a thing until then, only wait on the sidelines for her chance to arrive.
Relief would have to wait. Gracia watched on in silence.
Fake cut @ fm_alchemist & femslash100