FMA: Sweet Talk
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Prompt 117 was "romance". Naturally, I wrote Edwin fluff.
Title: Sweet Talk
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (manga/Brotherhood)
Word Count: 576
Rating: PG-13 (suggestive scenes between a married couple)
Summary: Neither of them had ever really learned how to flirt, but it wasn't like they had the patience for it anyway.
Warnings: Implied SPOILERS for the end of the manga/Brotherhood.
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist and all associated characters, settings, etc., belong to Hiromu Arakawa-san. The only profit I make from this work of fiction is my own satisfaction and, possibly, the enjoyment of others.
“…and even though I still kind of wish you’d come to Xing, I understand. When you’re on your honeymoon, the only foreign locale you want to explore is- Hey! Alphonse.” Ed glared down at the letter as if his absent brother could feel it.
From the foot of the bed, Winry giggled without changing position, and Ed’s glare shifted to her. He couldn’t maintain it, though, not when she was flat on her back in their bed, rumpled sheets piled around and over her, hair tangled about her head. She looked as if she had bathed in sunlight. One of her feet hovered in the air, holding steady while she sketched her ankle. The other rested comfortably on Ed’s chest, toes occasionally twitching as she thought.
He let Al’s letter drop to the ground, leaning back against the bed’s high headboard. They had chosen to honeymoon on a beach in Aerugo - Winry had never seen the sea, and Ed had spent too much time in Rush Valley to be much bothered by sand in his knee joint. Not that Winry ever let it stay there overnight, despite his protests that they were on vacation and work could wait.
But Winry was still Winry, despite the change of her last name. The moment he’d mentioned something about how perfect her ankles were (it was a stupid compliment, in retrospect; he’d realized that the second it left his mouth, even if it was true), she had grabbed her notebook, determined not to let an opportunity to study anatomy slip by. No matter that it was her own anatomy, or that there were others - namely her husband - who would be more than happy to help her study-
He flushed at his own trail of thought, despite the fact that they were both lounging in bed, bare as the day they were born. “Winry,” he said instead, drawing out the vowel in a plea for attention.
“When I’m done, Ed,” she replied, twisting her foot for a better angle.
He took a moment to admire the crease between her brows, wondering if she knew how attractive he found her when she was giving her full concentration to something. Then he picked up the foot that still lay on his chest and brought it to his lips.
Winry shivered as he pressed one feather-light kiss to her big toe, then to the second. “Ed,” she said in a very different tone.
He kissed her middle toe. “What?” he asked, all innocence. He kissed her fourth toe.
“I-” Winry started. He kissed her littlest toe, letting it linger before drawing back and meeting her wide-eyed gaze. Then he began to massage her foot. “Oh,” she hummed, arching her back. The notebook fell from her hand to the floor; she didn’t appear to notice. Ed smirked, triumphant, as he moved to pull her toward him, but Winry pushed him back with her foot. “Finish what you’ve started,” she chided, waving it in front of his face meaningfully.
“I’m trying to,” Ed countered irritably.
“Foot rub? Please?” He continued to scowl at her from around her foot and she poked out her bottom lip, batting her eyelashes up at him. He knew she could sense him crumbling in the face of that look. “Foot rub now, sex after?” she offered baldly, and Ed eagerly grabbed at her foot.
“Anything for you, dear,” he said, grinning stupidly, and she laughed.
“Always the charmer, Ed.”
END
Prompt 117 was "romance". Naturally, I wrote Edwin fluff.
Title: Sweet Talk
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (manga/Brotherhood)
Word Count: 576
Rating: PG-13 (suggestive scenes between a married couple)
Summary: Neither of them had ever really learned how to flirt, but it wasn't like they had the patience for it anyway.
Warnings: Implied SPOILERS for the end of the manga/Brotherhood.
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist and all associated characters, settings, etc., belong to Hiromu Arakawa-san. The only profit I make from this work of fiction is my own satisfaction and, possibly, the enjoyment of others.
“…and even though I still kind of wish you’d come to Xing, I understand. When you’re on your honeymoon, the only foreign locale you want to explore is- Hey! Alphonse.” Ed glared down at the letter as if his absent brother could feel it.
From the foot of the bed, Winry giggled without changing position, and Ed’s glare shifted to her. He couldn’t maintain it, though, not when she was flat on her back in their bed, rumpled sheets piled around and over her, hair tangled about her head. She looked as if she had bathed in sunlight. One of her feet hovered in the air, holding steady while she sketched her ankle. The other rested comfortably on Ed’s chest, toes occasionally twitching as she thought.
He let Al’s letter drop to the ground, leaning back against the bed’s high headboard. They had chosen to honeymoon on a beach in Aerugo - Winry had never seen the sea, and Ed had spent too much time in Rush Valley to be much bothered by sand in his knee joint. Not that Winry ever let it stay there overnight, despite his protests that they were on vacation and work could wait.
But Winry was still Winry, despite the change of her last name. The moment he’d mentioned something about how perfect her ankles were (it was a stupid compliment, in retrospect; he’d realized that the second it left his mouth, even if it was true), she had grabbed her notebook, determined not to let an opportunity to study anatomy slip by. No matter that it was her own anatomy, or that there were others - namely her husband - who would be more than happy to help her study-
He flushed at his own trail of thought, despite the fact that they were both lounging in bed, bare as the day they were born. “Winry,” he said instead, drawing out the vowel in a plea for attention.
“When I’m done, Ed,” she replied, twisting her foot for a better angle.
He took a moment to admire the crease between her brows, wondering if she knew how attractive he found her when she was giving her full concentration to something. Then he picked up the foot that still lay on his chest and brought it to his lips.
Winry shivered as he pressed one feather-light kiss to her big toe, then to the second. “Ed,” she said in a very different tone.
He kissed her middle toe. “What?” he asked, all innocence. He kissed her fourth toe.
“I-” Winry started. He kissed her littlest toe, letting it linger before drawing back and meeting her wide-eyed gaze. Then he began to massage her foot. “Oh,” she hummed, arching her back. The notebook fell from her hand to the floor; she didn’t appear to notice. Ed smirked, triumphant, as he moved to pull her toward him, but Winry pushed him back with her foot. “Finish what you’ve started,” she chided, waving it in front of his face meaningfully.
“I’m trying to,” Ed countered irritably.
“Foot rub? Please?” He continued to scowl at her from around her foot and she poked out her bottom lip, batting her eyelashes up at him. He knew she could sense him crumbling in the face of that look. “Foot rub now, sex after?” she offered baldly, and Ed eagerly grabbed at her foot.
“Anything for you, dear,” he said, grinning stupidly, and she laughed.
“Always the charmer, Ed.”
END