Prompt 242- Juicy- Girls Talk
Title:Girls Talk
Author:ssadropout
Series: Post manga or FMA:B
Word Count:1189
Rating: PG13
Characters: Winry, May, and Riza
Summary: Winry, May, and Riza have a conversation while the pies bake.
Warnings: Sexual situations, but not very graphic.
As you know, FMA is not mine. As you will figure out, this was not beta'd.
May’s high pitched giggle syncopated with Winry’s cackle. Riza’s laughter was mostly silent, but her nearly spilling her wine indicated that she had thought that Winry’s tale had been as hilarious as May had.
“Well, you all know what a dork Ed is, so what did you expect?” Winry demanded.
“It’s a good thing that you knew about anatomy from working with automail,” snickered May, generating another torrent of laughter.
The sweet aroma of apple pies baking had made the women giddy. Or perhaps it was the wine. Apparently, massive consumption of the fruits of the vine did not interfere with pie baking as much as one might think. Or maybe it was that all three of the women had had experience in performing under pressure.
“Okey dokey,” declared Winry, obviously at least a little inebriated. “May and Al took a wild ride on the Dragon Pulse. Ed proved that even dorks can rapidly become skilled in the romance department. What about Roy?”
There was a dissonant duet of Roy, Roy, Roy, Roy followed by more laughter.
“Riza?”
“C’mon, Riza! It couldn’t be that bad. Both you and the general must have known what you were doing by the time you got together!”
“Was it when you joined his team?” May queried.
“Did you have to do it to protect him?” Winry snorted, remembering what Riza had said at their first meeting.
“Don’t tell us you waited until after the Promised Day!”
“Hmmm,” said Riza.
“You have to tell us! We shared!”
“I guess I have no choice. Roy and I met when I was 14 and he was 16.”
There was a double gasp.
“Yikes! You knew teenage Roy.”
“My father was an alchemist, and we always needed money, so he sometimes took on students. He was a very accomplished alchemist, so we always had people wanting to study with him, but they usually didn’t work out.
“Father had advised me of a new student, so I unhappily readied the house. The money helped, but it was extra work for me. I was shocked to see a kid not much older than me. I knew that he must be precocious, because father thoroughly tested students before he took them on, but even then, they usually did not keep up with his standards. Roy was not so much of a slacker then, and he did well with Father.
“My father had never said anything to me, but apparently he was aware of the potential issues that might ensue when two teens were in close quarters. He warned Roy that any funny business with me would land Roy on the business end of flame alchemy.
“Roy had already mastered the art of being annoying, but he was also very sweet. At first I thought that he was just a bother, but he grew on me. He helped me around the house when he could. He actually baked me birthday cakes each year. He studied with me at the kitchen table. We became close friends.
“And, he was really, really cute.”
May hooted at that, but Winry said, “He’s obviously not my type, but if I didn’t know Ed, I could have gone over to the dark side once or twice.”
Riza mock frowned. She curled up her bottom three fingers, raised her thumb, and pointed her extended index finger at Winry. “Bang.”
“Gun versus wrench,” giggled May. “Which would win?”
“My father had put the scare into Roy, but we were curious kids. When I was about sixteen, Father figured that we could be left alone while he went on a business trip. The first night, I was waiting for Roy when he emerged from the bathroom in his pajamas. I grabbed him and kissed him hard on the mouth.”
“Riza! Riza!”
“Once he recovered from the surprise, he responded enthusiastically.”
“I’ll bet!”
“And, I hadn’t known about the tongue, but I caught on.”
“Woooo!”
“Father returned, and we went back to normal, except that we managed to covertly brush by each other now and then. And, the next time father went away, Roy asked if he could touch my breast while we kissed.”
Winry fell back in a fake swoon.
“So, every time that father left, we tried something new. Also, every time that Father went away, Roy would give me something that he had bought or transmuted. I hid his gifts. He started doing it again after Ishval. He still gives me something that he transmutes the first of every month.”
“Awww,” sighed May.
“So, when Roy was nineteen, he and Father argued horribly about Roy going into the army. They had tried to recruit Father over and over. I don’t know if he knew any of the truth or just hated it instinctively. But Roy was leaving, and Father took a trip, because he was too angry at Roy to see him off. Roy was really hurt by Father’s abandonment, but I was pretty certain that I could divert him.
“I didn’t know if he’d have protection, and I was too embarrassed to be seen buying condoms so I sneakily pocketed some at the general store and left money hidden under a box on the counter.”
“Riza was a strumpet and a klepto!” screamed Winry.
May spit out her sip of wine.
“I was not a klepto! I left money!
“But I was very nervous about my father finding out. I reasoned that Father might notice if I had washed sheets early or that he’d just find out some other way. So, I pulled Roy up the steps, and he thought that we were going to one of our beds, but I pulled him into the bathroom and tried to get him into the tub. Without water! I have since perfected the art of bath tub sex,” she said with a very un-Riza-like grin.
“For once, Roy was the voice of reason. He refused the tub but agreed to the bathroom floor and went to his room and brought in a couple of pillows. Said that we could wash out a couple of pillow cases if we needed to without father finding out. He wanted me to be comfortable.
“He was patient. Gentle. We were pretty awkward, but managed well enough, considering. Then, just as things were progressing, I sneezed, startling Roy. His head shot up. We had apparently moved too close to the bath tub, and he smacked his head against the bottom of the rim of the tub. Then he jumped away, and hit his head again against the sink. I managed to get him to the doctor where he received a total of nine stitches in the two gashes. The doctor wanted to shave Roy’s head, but Roy made a big fuss and the doctor had to settle for just shaving the two patches. I think that Roy would have cried had the doctor insisted. Can you imagine Roy without hair?”
The princess, the mechanic, and the officer could barely stop laughing and garner self-control when the timer went off, but the one thing better than a juicy story is a juicy pie.
Author:ssadropout
Series: Post manga or FMA:B
Word Count:1189
Rating: PG13
Characters: Winry, May, and Riza
Summary: Winry, May, and Riza have a conversation while the pies bake.
Warnings: Sexual situations, but not very graphic.
As you know, FMA is not mine. As you will figure out, this was not beta'd.
May’s high pitched giggle syncopated with Winry’s cackle. Riza’s laughter was mostly silent, but her nearly spilling her wine indicated that she had thought that Winry’s tale had been as hilarious as May had.
“Well, you all know what a dork Ed is, so what did you expect?” Winry demanded.
“It’s a good thing that you knew about anatomy from working with automail,” snickered May, generating another torrent of laughter.
The sweet aroma of apple pies baking had made the women giddy. Or perhaps it was the wine. Apparently, massive consumption of the fruits of the vine did not interfere with pie baking as much as one might think. Or maybe it was that all three of the women had had experience in performing under pressure.
“Okey dokey,” declared Winry, obviously at least a little inebriated. “May and Al took a wild ride on the Dragon Pulse. Ed proved that even dorks can rapidly become skilled in the romance department. What about Roy?”
There was a dissonant duet of Roy, Roy, Roy, Roy followed by more laughter.
“Riza?”
“C’mon, Riza! It couldn’t be that bad. Both you and the general must have known what you were doing by the time you got together!”
“Was it when you joined his team?” May queried.
“Did you have to do it to protect him?” Winry snorted, remembering what Riza had said at their first meeting.
“Don’t tell us you waited until after the Promised Day!”
“Hmmm,” said Riza.
“You have to tell us! We shared!”
“I guess I have no choice. Roy and I met when I was 14 and he was 16.”
There was a double gasp.
“Yikes! You knew teenage Roy.”
“My father was an alchemist, and we always needed money, so he sometimes took on students. He was a very accomplished alchemist, so we always had people wanting to study with him, but they usually didn’t work out.
“Father had advised me of a new student, so I unhappily readied the house. The money helped, but it was extra work for me. I was shocked to see a kid not much older than me. I knew that he must be precocious, because father thoroughly tested students before he took them on, but even then, they usually did not keep up with his standards. Roy was not so much of a slacker then, and he did well with Father.
“My father had never said anything to me, but apparently he was aware of the potential issues that might ensue when two teens were in close quarters. He warned Roy that any funny business with me would land Roy on the business end of flame alchemy.
“Roy had already mastered the art of being annoying, but he was also very sweet. At first I thought that he was just a bother, but he grew on me. He helped me around the house when he could. He actually baked me birthday cakes each year. He studied with me at the kitchen table. We became close friends.
“And, he was really, really cute.”
May hooted at that, but Winry said, “He’s obviously not my type, but if I didn’t know Ed, I could have gone over to the dark side once or twice.”
Riza mock frowned. She curled up her bottom three fingers, raised her thumb, and pointed her extended index finger at Winry. “Bang.”
“Gun versus wrench,” giggled May. “Which would win?”
“My father had put the scare into Roy, but we were curious kids. When I was about sixteen, Father figured that we could be left alone while he went on a business trip. The first night, I was waiting for Roy when he emerged from the bathroom in his pajamas. I grabbed him and kissed him hard on the mouth.”
“Riza! Riza!”
“Once he recovered from the surprise, he responded enthusiastically.”
“I’ll bet!”
“And, I hadn’t known about the tongue, but I caught on.”
“Woooo!”
“Father returned, and we went back to normal, except that we managed to covertly brush by each other now and then. And, the next time father went away, Roy asked if he could touch my breast while we kissed.”
Winry fell back in a fake swoon.
“So, every time that father left, we tried something new. Also, every time that Father went away, Roy would give me something that he had bought or transmuted. I hid his gifts. He started doing it again after Ishval. He still gives me something that he transmutes the first of every month.”
“Awww,” sighed May.
“So, when Roy was nineteen, he and Father argued horribly about Roy going into the army. They had tried to recruit Father over and over. I don’t know if he knew any of the truth or just hated it instinctively. But Roy was leaving, and Father took a trip, because he was too angry at Roy to see him off. Roy was really hurt by Father’s abandonment, but I was pretty certain that I could divert him.
“I didn’t know if he’d have protection, and I was too embarrassed to be seen buying condoms so I sneakily pocketed some at the general store and left money hidden under a box on the counter.”
“Riza was a strumpet and a klepto!” screamed Winry.
May spit out her sip of wine.
“I was not a klepto! I left money!
“But I was very nervous about my father finding out. I reasoned that Father might notice if I had washed sheets early or that he’d just find out some other way. So, I pulled Roy up the steps, and he thought that we were going to one of our beds, but I pulled him into the bathroom and tried to get him into the tub. Without water! I have since perfected the art of bath tub sex,” she said with a very un-Riza-like grin.
“For once, Roy was the voice of reason. He refused the tub but agreed to the bathroom floor and went to his room and brought in a couple of pillows. Said that we could wash out a couple of pillow cases if we needed to without father finding out. He wanted me to be comfortable.
“He was patient. Gentle. We were pretty awkward, but managed well enough, considering. Then, just as things were progressing, I sneezed, startling Roy. His head shot up. We had apparently moved too close to the bath tub, and he smacked his head against the bottom of the rim of the tub. Then he jumped away, and hit his head again against the sink. I managed to get him to the doctor where he received a total of nine stitches in the two gashes. The doctor wanted to shave Roy’s head, but Roy made a big fuss and the doctor had to settle for just shaving the two patches. I think that Roy would have cried had the doctor insisted. Can you imagine Roy without hair?”
The princess, the mechanic, and the officer could barely stop laughing and garner self-control when the timer went off, but the one thing better than a juicy story is a juicy pie.