Fullmetal Alchemist: Martel/Greed
Title: Resolution
Author: forgottenlover
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Not really
Word count: 637
Summary: Martel hoped to prove a point to herself.
Prompt: Power shifts - "Who says you get to top?"
Greed had been after her for months. She knew it, and he knew it, and between the two of them, she had to say that she had shown more patience in terms of waiting.
He kept pushing, nudging here and there, hoping she'd give gracefully to what he wanted out of her. Which was pretty much everything. Sometimes, that was perfectly okay. She fought for him, had sex with him, would give her life for him, but she wouldn't give up the last bits of who she was for him.
It had taken too much time and pain to figure it out in the first place, so she could hardly afford to lose it now. Even if he was a solid person who seemed incapable of dying. She couldn't afford to leave everything she was in his hands, and she couldn't afford to let him control her in all ways.
Enough was enough. It wouldn't be taking anything from him, she knew it wouldn't, so there wouldn't be a fight, but it would prove to her, if not to him, that she wasn't lost in him and his all encompassing wants.
The night started out the way that it usually did, with him slipping into her room without bothering to ask permission. In the beginning, he'd asked, but he'd quickly lost the habit when she gave him a standing invitation. Sometimes, she regretted having done that. Now, it was fine.
Now he was here, stroking her back, silently asking, demanding she give what he wanted. But she didn't react the way she usually did. She didn't passively yield in the cold-blooded way she found so easy these days. There was no lazy hiss and allowance. Instead she tackled him, taking the initiative, demanding kisses as she pushed at his ever-present vest.
It was movement, constant, hard, intense, and it still wasn't right.
She needed something else, and that made her pause, looking down at him where he was naked beneath her, skin flawless even though she was sure she'd used teeth on him while they'd been tumbling.
He was waiting, violet eyes watching, intense, the black slit almost round in one of two fairly obvious signs of arousal. Three, if she wanted to admit she could taste it in the air.
This was not the way she needed to do this.
Frowning at him, just the tiniest bit, she flexed her hand, reaching down between his legs to press her fingers against where there would be an opening on any normal man. On him, there wasn't. At least, there wasn't one that she could immediately find, hard shield the only thing in place.
"I know you have one sometimes Greed."
Her murmur was rougher than intended, and he flashed her a shark's grin, all sharp teeth and good intentioned amusement. "What could you possibly need back there?"
She narrowed her eyes, drawing a laugh out of him, and suddenly there was give under her curved fingers, yield.
When she narrowed her eyes further, his smile turned to a smirk, hips twitching in a small roll to press the fingertips into him. "Go ahead Martel. You wanted to show me who's boss, right?"
At that point she realized that it was already too late to salvage anything. Still, that didn't mean she had no control here.
She did, and she had a chance to use it. A chance she more than took advantage of.
After all, there was no telling when the man would be in this mood again, though it was a certainty that he would be.
He was Greed after all, and if there was one thing she'd learned in the last months, it was that Greed never stopped wanting.
That included things that might well not be good for him in the end.
Author: forgottenlover
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Not really
Word count: 637
Summary: Martel hoped to prove a point to herself.
Prompt: Power shifts - "Who says you get to top?"
Greed had been after her for months. She knew it, and he knew it, and between the two of them, she had to say that she had shown more patience in terms of waiting.
He kept pushing, nudging here and there, hoping she'd give gracefully to what he wanted out of her. Which was pretty much everything. Sometimes, that was perfectly okay. She fought for him, had sex with him, would give her life for him, but she wouldn't give up the last bits of who she was for him.
It had taken too much time and pain to figure it out in the first place, so she could hardly afford to lose it now. Even if he was a solid person who seemed incapable of dying. She couldn't afford to leave everything she was in his hands, and she couldn't afford to let him control her in all ways.
Enough was enough. It wouldn't be taking anything from him, she knew it wouldn't, so there wouldn't be a fight, but it would prove to her, if not to him, that she wasn't lost in him and his all encompassing wants.
The night started out the way that it usually did, with him slipping into her room without bothering to ask permission. In the beginning, he'd asked, but he'd quickly lost the habit when she gave him a standing invitation. Sometimes, she regretted having done that. Now, it was fine.
Now he was here, stroking her back, silently asking, demanding she give what he wanted. But she didn't react the way she usually did. She didn't passively yield in the cold-blooded way she found so easy these days. There was no lazy hiss and allowance. Instead she tackled him, taking the initiative, demanding kisses as she pushed at his ever-present vest.
It was movement, constant, hard, intense, and it still wasn't right.
She needed something else, and that made her pause, looking down at him where he was naked beneath her, skin flawless even though she was sure she'd used teeth on him while they'd been tumbling.
He was waiting, violet eyes watching, intense, the black slit almost round in one of two fairly obvious signs of arousal. Three, if she wanted to admit she could taste it in the air.
This was not the way she needed to do this.
Frowning at him, just the tiniest bit, she flexed her hand, reaching down between his legs to press her fingers against where there would be an opening on any normal man. On him, there wasn't. At least, there wasn't one that she could immediately find, hard shield the only thing in place.
"I know you have one sometimes Greed."
Her murmur was rougher than intended, and he flashed her a shark's grin, all sharp teeth and good intentioned amusement. "What could you possibly need back there?"
She narrowed her eyes, drawing a laugh out of him, and suddenly there was give under her curved fingers, yield.
When she narrowed her eyes further, his smile turned to a smirk, hips twitching in a small roll to press the fingertips into him. "Go ahead Martel. You wanted to show me who's boss, right?"
At that point she realized that it was already too late to salvage anything. Still, that didn't mean she had no control here.
She did, and she had a chance to use it. A chance she more than took advantage of.
After all, there was no telling when the man would be in this mood again, though it was a certainty that he would be.
He was Greed after all, and if there was one thing she'd learned in the last months, it was that Greed never stopped wanting.
That included things that might well not be good for him in the end.