Summary: Edward and Winry have a crude sense of punishment. They are married and very experienced in the world of pleasures. No spoilers, after COS I guess. Just smut with no plot, I was bored and love the characters actions and personality. They are the same people, just mature and happily married (well as happy as they can be, still argue). Bath time is so much fun!
Warnings: Lots and lots of smut, sexual scenes, touching, all that fun stuff…
Pairings: Edward and Winry…of course.
Ratings: N/17, mature and preferred for 18 and older.
Disclaimers: I don’t own these characters…and never will…blah…blah…
On to the story…
She lowered herself into the steaming tub; sighing as she felt the hot water touch her skin. She was beginning to unwind, after the day’s hard work. She lived to let others lived as her husband stated so long ago. Her muscles ached from the curves of her soft calves all the way up to her biceps and trapizous muscles around her neck. Her fingers and toes curled under as they too unwound and drifted apart. She slowly pulled the hair band out that held her golden sunny tresses, letting them fall on to her thin shoulders and smooth back. She then submerged herself even more; letting the water envelope her body with its calmness and warmth. It pooled around her neck and rimmed her ears. Her silky hair flowed around her too, like a peaceful aura. An aura that only one could feel at night in the depths of their dreams and only hope they can remember, in the morning.
Her rounded breasts floated at the surface of the water, pink nipples taunt and roused. She mindlessly reached for the near by wash cloth, dropped it into the water and covered her eyes with it, letting out a great exhale. Her lips were rosy was well, closed and soft. She did not feel exposed in the confines of the bathtub, locked away in the quiet and surreal bath room. She let her eyes close and sank further into her ocean, letting the sound of the water’s movements immobilize her and sooth her aching muscles. She lifted her right leg from the bath, allowing it to drift off the side of the tub. The coolness of a single appendage would help her from over heating, but became a habit as well.
She slipped further down the ‘rabbit hole’ and was almost asleep when she suddenly felt cool, calloused finger tips slide up that leg that hung out; fingers that danced from the bottom of her ankle to the top of her thigh, lightly caressing inward and drawling lazy circles towards the outside. That was the pattern for the man that she felt touch her and wondered if they were circles that were related to alchemy. The science that filled her husband’s world. Because everything- almost everything was related to alchemy when it came down to him.
Except for one thing…
The way in which, her heart fluttered when she felt him touch her, or the way that when she finally opened her eyes, that fluttering would turn into a burning desire for him. No matter how annoyed she was, currently. But there was that simple fact that…
He was late. And he knew it, just by his actions alone. It was not hard to get her out of her bitter moods, just by touch alone.
“You’re late…” She mused, her eyes still closed. She felt his hand slip away, followed by a sigh. She heard the faint hissing of his auto mail leg as he shifted himself. Though she could not see where or what part of his body he shifted.
“Yes, I know. What can I say? The a** kept me late. He does not care for anniversaries; ask Hawkeye…she will tell you the same.” He huffed. She could hear the disappointment in his voice, followed by the infinite guilt that had a tendency to eat him alive.
“Well, what do you have to say for your self, Edward?” She asked, moving slightly sun kissed arms to cross her chest. Her wonderful blues eyes finally opened and captivated the golden-amber eyes of her husband. She locked on them sternly and let out a breath that she held for the simple fact he looked good, even if she was mad. He looked yummy and never had the slightest clue he looked that way. Sure, he looked utterly tired and drained; but the rest was just the best eye candy she could have.
He turned fully to face her, letting a small grin take his cheeks. He clasped his unmatched hands together, across his lap and leaned back against the toilet where he sat.
“I am truly sorry, don’t hit me with that hellish wrench….and what’s my punishment?I know you got one thought of…an’ happy second anniversary…” The last statement was not a question, but a hope filled accusation.
She thought for a mere moment as she let her eyes wonder over his body. His darker gold hair had been long taken out of its bind and was full of little knots that mostly loitered around the area of where his hair had been pulled back. His long bangs hung over his cheeks and sometimes he’s use them to hide behind as if they were curtains that shielded his very soul. But he could not hide from her, a fact that the both of them knew.
She let her gaze follow a path down his broad neck and to his scarred, right clavicle. A place that only she knew was incredibly sensitive. And down his chest her blue-sky eyes did roomed; years of fighting, sparring, auto mail carrying and getting into trouble supplied the firm muscles that now resided there. To Winry, there was not an imperfect spot on the man she loved. Pectorals were stiff in a sense that her eyes were on them. His abdominals quivered as he took in and let out breaths. Her breath almost stopped when she watched the little trail of blond hair dip into the waist band of his shorts and naval. There was the tiniest of freckles, right above his belly button that she had kissed nearly fifty times, she counted…and maybe perhaps tonight, she’d kiss that freckle again and make it fifty one.
And not so long ago, did she get the chance to explore the boundaries of his body hidden from her for so many years. She was able to touch and hold the innocent flesh hidden under clothes and make him die a petit morte, something that took his breath away and his sight. But it seemed after that awkward learning experience on their honey moon; he wanted her all the time. He wanted to make her die as many ‘little deaths’ as she could, just so she could feel what he felt, and to show how much he truly loved her. The words were sometimes complex, but his actions were so simple. He also showed her something that no one would ever see, a monster that lived only with in his soul when he lusted after her everyday.
Passion.
Passion for a woman that seemed not so long ago, a rugged tomboy with skinned knees. With a smile that could light up a Christmas tree and a frown, that could make the world cry. With majestic eyes so wide open and filled with every possible emotion available to offer him, and only him. He would recall sometimes that even when they were children he loved her and often thought of her. And she would recall that he was right; he’d spent countless hours in the head masters office as well as being almost forever grounded. Majority of the time it was because of her; but sometimes for the protection of his little and only brother, Alphonse Elric.
Edward watched her grow into the beautiful woman that now lay exposed and naked in her world, her bath. He mind spend up in anticipation that he again, wanted her. He wanted her back when he’d make short visits to have his mail fixed. He wanted her when he lived a world away in a place called Germany. And he wanted her still, when he returned, with his brother, flesh and blood. It started out as a simple kiss that faithful night. But blossomed into deeper kisses and stolen caresses. He let her touch him as she let him so the same. But when she went to venture further, he told her he wanted to marry her and have her the right way. And that was the only thing that he had left of his sacred innocence; something they both could share. Edward lost his innocence of childhood when he joined the military and became a dog. This was something he wanted to cherish with her, so it became sacred to them both.
If she agreed to his blunt request; that would be the proposition and she took it. She knew Edward Elric, her dear child hood friend had saved himself for her as she did for him, and damn it, if he were to actually follow the rule book. They did, except for the cases of touches, kisses and well…the idea of oral induced pleasure seemed to be a favorite of the alchemist. But not getting, he loved to give and make her scream delightfully, in ways he thought he’d never hear. And soon after the main event, to speak he eventually made her moan deep in her throat with other pleasures, as he filled her whole. She had once said to him that he filled every hole, every void she ever felt; that he made her complete.
Her mind ventured back to the world that was her husband sitting on the John (the seat closed) looking at her with such a confused expression and she was giving goo-goo eyes to his lovely body. There was that damn passion again.
“Oh…I don’t know…” She sing-songed, flicking some water towards him with her slender index finger and thumb. The tiny splashes fell upon the front of his light boxers, giving her view, a tease of the soft flesh that was so easy to awaken. He cringed as the water hit him there; and it seemed that all his abdominals muscles trembled as the water seeped into his pants. He face contorted into a scowl that secretly Winry Rockbell loved. It was that irresistible, sexy, yet unsatisfied scowl that only one person could make on the planet, Ed Elric.
“Win that’s hot!” He seethed, attempting to brush the unwanted water off his shorts, but only causing it to smear and dampen more of his boxers. Winry squinted slightly and caught a glimpse if darken gold hairs and the ‘sleeping’ shaft that was today, pointing the left, and laying snug against the man’s thigh. She giggled lightly and perked her chest up, taking in a deep breath and allowed the burning sensation take over that now started igniting between her creamy thighs and tingled up to her chest. Her face became hot and she removed the wash cloth completely.
“What’s so funny? I just going to lay-“He was going to grumble but he caught her red handed, as she stared at the front of his shorts. She looked away embarrassed and sat up abruptly. Her wet hair stuck to her back. He allowed a smug grin to grace his features and watched her intently.
“Okay, guess I am done. Ed, would you hand me a towel?” She asked wiping the excess water from her eyes. She looked to see he was now in front of the tub, on his knees and burning his delicious molten eyes into her form.
“No.” He said simply, pulling a flesh hand to her cheek. He traced her cheek bone and down to her jaw, where he cupped that hand and pulled her face to his. He was a papers thickness away as he spoke; his breath tickled her lips.
“I guess I am still punished right?” He breathed, letting his lips barley touch hers. He kissed her chastely and waited for a reply. He felt her hands slip around his neck and her tongue trace his bottom lip, beckoning for him to open and let her in.
“Of course.” She finally said back as she deepened the kiss and tasted him. He opened his mouth to hers and let his tongue slip into the warm depths of her mouth. They let their tongues dance and suddenly he felt her pull him roughly. To where he lost his balance and fell into the water with her. His body crashed on top of hers and the water stung at first but faded fast as she and he continued to taste each other. The liquid splashed against the sides of the porcelain tub and on to the floor. He was about to make a fuss, when he felt her hand slip into the hot water and grab a hold of his member. He hardened instantly as her hand stroked him through the thin material of his shorts. He kissed her roughly and let his auto mail hand slip behind head bringing her closer to him, while the other found it’s way to her left breast. He cupped it and let his thumb cross over an erect n****e. She arched her back into him, spreading her knees and letting him rest a little more closely to her hot center. She found herself kissing and biting down his neck and to his earlobe. She tugged at his hair and moaned as she felt his left hand leave her n****e and venture down her belly and to her core. He parted those lips with a thumb and middle finger and rubbed her throbbing woman hood. His lips were warm against her breast and she moaned louder when he took the taunt pebble into his mouth. Her lips fought against his chest and her hands went to the waist line of his shorts, where she then began to peel the wet fabric down off his slender hips.
“More…” She begged, arching her hips into his hand. She took in a breath and shuddered when she felt a finger enter her, quickly followed by a second. Getting frustrated she ripped the shorts clear off her husband and gripped his sex firmly licking her lips. She let her thumb grace the tip, where she already began to feel the hot liquid that wanted so badly to be released into her womb.
She said his name in a broken cry as she felt, surprisingly a third finger enter her, something new and ever so well thought of. But he wasn’t the only one to have an ace up his sleeve. She let him continue his pursuits until her first release. After her body shook off the orgasm, she told him bluntly to stop and pushed him up into a sitting position. He looked surprised and disappointed, so she kissed the corner of his mouth.
“Don’t look so disappointed, it’s not over…yet.” She waved a pointed finger in his direction. She then kissed his chin, then his neck, followed by the sensitive flesh of his collar bone and down his chest.
“Open your knee’s Edward…” She commanded softly as she kissed the valley of his stomach and that lovely trail of hair that lead her to her prize. She felt him shift and cross his knees; the metal one scrapped the side of the tub. But did not bother either one of them, they were much to intent on pleasing each other to care. Briefly looking up she saw the anticipation in his lusting cat-like eyes and his rouge colored cheeks. Her mouth had finally reached her destination and she kissed the tip, and licked the salty liquid that had began to seep out. Her tongue danced along the wrinkled skin below the top and down the shaft that stiffened even more as she grasped it; along the great vein that supplied the organ with blood and life. She felt his body shake and his hips ever so slightly move forward. After about five minutes her husband spoke in panting breaths.
“Winry…” It was a pitiful shaky whine. She did not answer and kept going.
“Winry…you have to…I….really want…ah….” She chuckled as she felt him hold back his urge to ejaculate; his muscles in his thighs twitched and his hips moved away from her lips. She let the hard, smooth skin fall from her mouth and she sat up, kissing the shaking man on the nose.
“I know…Ed. Lay back…” She asked, smiling and letting him sneak a kiss to each of her breasts. She knew he wanted to wait for main event. He was a man that much preferred the insides of his wife as a female, not just a mouth. And it was the natural laws of life that explained why a male and female copulate; to procreate. That is not possible with just the mouth alone. Besides the science behind the latter, it just felt much better.
He did as he was told and laid back against the cool tub; noticing the water had become cooler. The tips of his long hair mixed with the water, giving him the effect that he was sweaty; a look that made Winry come to a release by just looking. She saw the look on his face and stood up. She turned the water of the shower on and pulled the vinyl curtains shut. She stopped back down and rested her bottom on Edward’s hips. She leaned forward and kissed him hungrily. Off rump crested off his hips and she felt his dissimilar hands grab the soft flesh. She reached back for the stiffening flesh that burned between his legs and placed him at her entrance, giving him no signal as she slowly slid her self down the shaft. She moaned deep in her throat and let him fill her, his hips arched to reach hers and his hands went to her hips, right one always careful not to bruise her skin. It was too a new sensation for the both of them, feeling the water between then yet some how not effecting them. Edward finally let out an audible sigh as his wife rolled her hips slowly towards him and away.
“We…never did it in here…is…this…what my…punishment was?” He asked out of breath and smiling devilishly. Winry looked down briefly but continued her assault, quickening her pace as her release was shortly coming.
“You…got…off this time…but next time…I couldn’t help it…don’t you know how good you look sometimes?” She asked as she felt him join her, hips crashing to join his. He blushed for a moment, earning a smile from Winry.
“Nope…you don’t.” She squeaked as she felt her self clench him. Suddenly he sat them up hastily and flipped her into the water. He brought one of her legs up to his flesh shoulder and thrusted deep with in her, like he could feel every inch of her. He heard he breathe hard again and he grabbed her breast, going back and forth to each of them. He quickened his pace more and dove in and out of her wildly, to a tilt. He heard her mix his name with a phrase letting him know she was releasing. Hell, he could feel her releasing as her inner muscles wickedly squeezed the pulsing member between his legs. And he too was not to far off from following in his wife’s fine example. Again she stopped him as she let the last wave hit her.
“…I want to make it…happen for you…I want to show you… what it feels like for me…” She breathed, shifting and moving herself back on top. She moaned again as he leaned up to take a n****e into his mouth. She began to roll her hips again, this time much faster and harder. She heard him almost squeak as she began to use the strong muscles of her legs to lift herself up and down his shaft. After a few minutes she smiled when she began to feel his p***s, twitch and stiffen as he was near his end. He grabbed her hips and pulled her as she went faster. She smiled more when she heard for the first time in her life her husband grunt; a grunt that for once wasn’t from the pain of auto mail attachment, but of pure bliss and pleasure. She saw he eyes snap shut and his hands loose their grip as he came rigorously with in her. She could feel his seed filling her and warming her womb. To her surprised he almost shrieked her name as she kept moving upon him as he came. The sensation nearly paralyzed him, as she tantalized is extremely sensitive flesh. He stayed still as she slowed to a stop, breathless and tired. Edward too was out of breath and heaving his chest forward, taking in large gulps of air. She got up and turned the water off and began to descend from the tub, when she felt the cool metal of Ed’s hand grab her wrist.
“Wait…” He said breathless. He pulled her back to him and kissed her quickly on the lips and then the nose. “Where did you learn that move?” He asked amused as he let her go, she hovered for a mere moment, before she kissed his forehead and smiled.
“I like research too Ed, just not the boring, mechanical work-related stuff. But the good stuff too. It might do you some good, though by resent events I think you have done your share of researching, like the leg on the shoulder and three fingers Ed? That was unexpected. Where’d you learn that? It wasn’t from me…but I enjoyed it.” She smiled seductively as she stepped put of the bath. Edward slumpt his head back against the back of the tub and snorted.
“Yes, I have… but it’s only for you. I like it…when you make noise. You forget I had a lot to catch up on and learn. Besided, I am not some pervert like you.” He smiled, closing his eyes. He looked like a replica of her previous form, relaxed and calm.
It was Winry’s turn to snort as she wrapped a towel around her slim waist. “Just like you to retort with an answer like that Ed (her cheeks reddened with shyness). But that’s why I love you; you are so thick…and slightly naïve sometimes. I going to get into my pajama’s now. There’s no point in showering, I am sure you will want seconds later…” She cooed as she closed the door behind her.
“Not with that statement! Who are you calling naive?” Ed yelled as he then stood from the tub, unplugging the plug to the drain, wrapping a towel around his waist and joining Winry in the bedroom.
He saw her sitting at the bed, still in a towel and brushing her hair. He smiled, bearing his white teeth and tackled her unknowing to the bed. Holding her wrists down and lurked above her face.
“I can show you naive Winry…” He said in a wicked tone as he kissed her chin and then the tops of her breasts. He moved to her stomach and parted her knees, moving down her body like a cat down a rain spout. Her breath quickened and his lips were at her center.
“It I am not mistaken, aren’t you the one who’s naive right now, shaking in pure delight. Had no clue I knew that one right? Who’s naive now…honey…” He drew out the last word, making it drip with the familiar sarcasm she had come to know the day he started talking. He hated pet names and sometimes when she argued (which was a lot) she would pop that ugly word in there, just to piss him off. She sighed and fell back on the bed.
“Shut up and punish me…honey.” She mocked, open her knees a little further.
“I want to go to bed at a decent hour…” She mused as he went back to task. They really did have a twisted sense of punishment for each other. It was pleasure, not in any way punishment. But that was the way they had it and wanted it. She’d let him have his way for now; for with in the next nine months he would be facing a true punishment, her and her alone…with child. He just had yet to know the news. She would tell him later at a more opportune time, not now.
Mo0n-cHan's note: As you can see I have for the first time, read a real romance novel. It gave me some ideas (well the bath was my own) and I wrote some meaningless smut involving Winry and Edward. I am deprived of this sort of thing and I quit smoking so this is the E.E of that. But please, review and read! I love getting good reviews as well as insights. BUT PLEASE NO FLAMES!!! If you do not like it, don’t read and keep nasty mean words to your self.
For my more frequent and LOYAL readers…let me know if I should do a Roy and Riza one like this. I have really been getting into that couple (oh, I love the drabbles causmicfire does!!!) but let me know! I have some really good and kinky ideas! Wish me luck, getting ready to go back to school! Ewwwww! Also meaning the writing’s on hold until another break or when I have a scrapple of time…we will see!
I know your are not dumb: but just to let any one know…’petit morte’ is little death, aka an orgasm and E.E. is equivalent exchange. I just remembered that is a cliché word used often in smut.
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