March prompt- Continuation of a previous fill: "Slung Under"
Title: Slung Under
Author: Sonja Jade
Series: Brotherhood
Word Count: 1,082
Rating: T
Characters: Ed/Win, Garfiel
Summary: The morning after their horrible first kiss (and their amazing second one) is most definitely one to remember.
Warnings: Awkward firsts, potentially a little on the NSFW side (though nothing explicit)
Author’s Notes: Ahh, memories…
Prompt: March 2016- Continuation of a previous fill (December 2015 prompt- First Kiss Fail; “Poorly Puckered”)
It was midafternoon when Ed awoke, and no sooner had he opened his eyes did he promptly squeeze them shut again. Sunshine had heated Winry’s upstairs room up like an oven, and he kicked the blankets off with a groan. His head was pounding. His mind was foggy. His mouth tasted like fucking hell and he was sore from being half dragged through the streets of Rush Valley, too drunk to walk.
“Damn,” he groaned quietly to himself, blocking the sunlight from his eyes with the weight of his arm. He’d had hangovers before, but none of them had ever been quite this bad. He figured he must’ve really let himself go at the Valley Taproom with Winry and her friends.
He gingerly rolled his head toward his fiancé and grinned. She was sprawled out on her belly, her arms jammed under her pillow and one leg kicked up, as if she were doing some military crawl under barbed wires-
And snoring like a chainsaw. He chuckled in spite of the way it echoed horribly in his head and reached for a stray strand of her hair, gleaming in the reflected light from her mirror. He whispered that she was beautiful like this. His cheeks felt like they were on fire, despite knowing there was no way anyone could have heard what he’d just admitted out loud.
He woke up slowly, listening to the sounds of the people in Rush Valley’s streets below, in no hurry to get up and get dressed enough to go to the bathroom or find some aspirin or food. He was content to lie in bed next to Winry until the sun went down, even if she didn’t wake up until hours after that. He found her weight in the bed next to him comforting and her warmth soothing. He closed his eyes and willed his headache to ease up as he lounged beside her.
Moments later, Winry groaned in her sleep and turned over onto her side, and Ed’s mouth went dry. Her nightgown buttoned at the neck, a row of about seven little light blue disks that kept her breasts hemmed into the garment. All but one was still fastened, and he could see almost the entirety of one boob and a good deal of her cleavage.
Now nearly twenty-one, he wasn’t stupid and he’d seen his fair share of ladies’ bosoms. Not all parts of the world were as civilized as Amestris and some tribal nations wore the barest of clothes. But this was Winry, and when she shifted a little further, he caught the slightest glimpse of a color darker and more tan than the rest of her breast, and realizing he was gazing at her areola, his shorts suddenly became much less roomy than before.
He told himself he should look away, that he should get up and pull his pants on, go downstairs and get something for the headache and something to eat; give her some privacy to wake up. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away, couldn’t tear his imagination from the thought of waking her up with kisses down her neck and ending on that sweet spot just barely covered by the neckline of her nightgown.
Logically, the fact he was getting so worked up over a place on her body more saturated with melanin was ridiculous. Besides, he’d seen dozens of mothers feeding their babies and it never affected him like this. He didn’t understand why- he’d even seen those same nipples when they were children splashing in the creek under their mothers’ watchful eyes.
“Morning,” Winry murmured, her voice off pitch and deeper from sleep.
Ed couldn’t speak. He felt like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He couldn’t even make his hands move to cover his insistent erection. He watched Winry’s eyes as they travelled down his body and stopped there, her cheeks pinking just the slightest.
“Um,” she said as a grin spread to her lips. Her hand hesitantly reached out to rest on his stomach and he almost forgot how to breathe.
“Did you need some help with it?”
Ed was sure his eyes were going to fall out of his head as wide as they were. At least his headache seemed to be cured with the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
“I-I-I’m sorry-”
“Don’t be,” she said gently, her fingers going lower.
“Do you know? How to?” he asked, his voice higher in pitch and trembling. His hands were trembling the closer she got to his cock.
Winry chewed her lip. “I’ve read some things.” Ed remembered seeing the stack of ‘smut novels’ piled on her night stand as his eyes surveyed the room earlier. She scooted closer. “Is it alright?”
He wanted to say yes- roll her to her back, rip that damn nightgown open and really make love to her the way he’d been dreaming about for a solid six months or more. But his damn mouth had dried up completely again and he couldn’t form words in his mind.
Her fingertips ducked under the waistband of his shorts, smoothing over the dark blond trail of hair that led to more under the cotton plaid underwear around his hips-
“Hey, are you two gonna sleep all day! I cooked and-”
Ed rolled violently to the side and threw up on the floor, his nerves snapping at the sound of Garfiel bursting through the door and seeing them in such a state of intimacy.
Winry shrieked as she hurried to her feet to grab a rag for Ed to wipe his mouth with. She rushed over and pulled his hair back out of the way, giving him her wastebasket to fill instead of the little rug by the bed.
“I’m so sorry, Win,” Ed croaked, hearing Garfiel shouting an apology from the other side of the door.
She shook her head, patting and rubbing his back. “No, I’m sorry that we didn’t spend our first night together at the hotel.”
Once he was sure he was alright to stand up, they set about cleaning up his mess together. Winry brought him clean, wet towels while he scrubbed the bile and alcohol from the floor. As they dressed (backs to one another), Garfiel called up the stairs:
“Should I cook extra for that beast in Ed’s pants?”
Ed turned to Winry. “If we’re gonna stay in Rush Valley, we need a place of our own.”
To his relief, Winry agreed.
Author: Sonja Jade
Series: Brotherhood
Word Count: 1,082
Rating: T
Characters: Ed/Win, Garfiel
Summary: The morning after their horrible first kiss (and their amazing second one) is most definitely one to remember.
Warnings: Awkward firsts, potentially a little on the NSFW side (though nothing explicit)
Author’s Notes: Ahh, memories…
Prompt: March 2016- Continuation of a previous fill (December 2015 prompt- First Kiss Fail; “Poorly Puckered”)
It was midafternoon when Ed awoke, and no sooner had he opened his eyes did he promptly squeeze them shut again. Sunshine had heated Winry’s upstairs room up like an oven, and he kicked the blankets off with a groan. His head was pounding. His mind was foggy. His mouth tasted like fucking hell and he was sore from being half dragged through the streets of Rush Valley, too drunk to walk.
“Damn,” he groaned quietly to himself, blocking the sunlight from his eyes with the weight of his arm. He’d had hangovers before, but none of them had ever been quite this bad. He figured he must’ve really let himself go at the Valley Taproom with Winry and her friends.
He gingerly rolled his head toward his fiancé and grinned. She was sprawled out on her belly, her arms jammed under her pillow and one leg kicked up, as if she were doing some military crawl under barbed wires-
And snoring like a chainsaw. He chuckled in spite of the way it echoed horribly in his head and reached for a stray strand of her hair, gleaming in the reflected light from her mirror. He whispered that she was beautiful like this. His cheeks felt like they were on fire, despite knowing there was no way anyone could have heard what he’d just admitted out loud.
He woke up slowly, listening to the sounds of the people in Rush Valley’s streets below, in no hurry to get up and get dressed enough to go to the bathroom or find some aspirin or food. He was content to lie in bed next to Winry until the sun went down, even if she didn’t wake up until hours after that. He found her weight in the bed next to him comforting and her warmth soothing. He closed his eyes and willed his headache to ease up as he lounged beside her.
Moments later, Winry groaned in her sleep and turned over onto her side, and Ed’s mouth went dry. Her nightgown buttoned at the neck, a row of about seven little light blue disks that kept her breasts hemmed into the garment. All but one was still fastened, and he could see almost the entirety of one boob and a good deal of her cleavage.
Now nearly twenty-one, he wasn’t stupid and he’d seen his fair share of ladies’ bosoms. Not all parts of the world were as civilized as Amestris and some tribal nations wore the barest of clothes. But this was Winry, and when she shifted a little further, he caught the slightest glimpse of a color darker and more tan than the rest of her breast, and realizing he was gazing at her areola, his shorts suddenly became much less roomy than before.
He told himself he should look away, that he should get up and pull his pants on, go downstairs and get something for the headache and something to eat; give her some privacy to wake up. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away, couldn’t tear his imagination from the thought of waking her up with kisses down her neck and ending on that sweet spot just barely covered by the neckline of her nightgown.
Logically, the fact he was getting so worked up over a place on her body more saturated with melanin was ridiculous. Besides, he’d seen dozens of mothers feeding their babies and it never affected him like this. He didn’t understand why- he’d even seen those same nipples when they were children splashing in the creek under their mothers’ watchful eyes.
“Morning,” Winry murmured, her voice off pitch and deeper from sleep.
Ed couldn’t speak. He felt like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He couldn’t even make his hands move to cover his insistent erection. He watched Winry’s eyes as they travelled down his body and stopped there, her cheeks pinking just the slightest.
“Um,” she said as a grin spread to her lips. Her hand hesitantly reached out to rest on his stomach and he almost forgot how to breathe.
“Did you need some help with it?”
Ed was sure his eyes were going to fall out of his head as wide as they were. At least his headache seemed to be cured with the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
“I-I-I’m sorry-”
“Don’t be,” she said gently, her fingers going lower.
“Do you know? How to?” he asked, his voice higher in pitch and trembling. His hands were trembling the closer she got to his cock.
Winry chewed her lip. “I’ve read some things.” Ed remembered seeing the stack of ‘smut novels’ piled on her night stand as his eyes surveyed the room earlier. She scooted closer. “Is it alright?”
He wanted to say yes- roll her to her back, rip that damn nightgown open and really make love to her the way he’d been dreaming about for a solid six months or more. But his damn mouth had dried up completely again and he couldn’t form words in his mind.
Her fingertips ducked under the waistband of his shorts, smoothing over the dark blond trail of hair that led to more under the cotton plaid underwear around his hips-
“Hey, are you two gonna sleep all day! I cooked and-”
Ed rolled violently to the side and threw up on the floor, his nerves snapping at the sound of Garfiel bursting through the door and seeing them in such a state of intimacy.
Winry shrieked as she hurried to her feet to grab a rag for Ed to wipe his mouth with. She rushed over and pulled his hair back out of the way, giving him her wastebasket to fill instead of the little rug by the bed.
“I’m so sorry, Win,” Ed croaked, hearing Garfiel shouting an apology from the other side of the door.
She shook her head, patting and rubbing his back. “No, I’m sorry that we didn’t spend our first night together at the hotel.”
Once he was sure he was alright to stand up, they set about cleaning up his mess together. Winry brought him clean, wet towels while he scrubbed the bile and alcohol from the floor. As they dressed (backs to one another), Garfiel called up the stairs:
“Should I cook extra for that beast in Ed’s pants?”
Ed turned to Winry. “If we’re gonna stay in Rush Valley, we need a place of our own.”
To his relief, Winry agreed.