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Stay	By : Marikei Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Het - Male/Female Views: 5667 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Stay.

He moaned her name.

whoops...

That wasn't suppose to happen.
Edward Elric had been lying in his bed at the Rockbell home with a notch of boredom leaking into his cranium.

He had tried to hum a song or two before the source called random thought decided to give him a clear picture of Winry Rockbell sitting by the tree where earlier everyone had picnicked.

He remembered how Winry had moved to cross her legs when her dress frill slid up her thigh.

It was only for a split second but Ed's investigator eyes had caught the white lace behind the pink dress before she positioned the edge back down to cover her thigh, not even thinking anything of it as she kept talking about the good old days.

Of course since he was in his own company with no distractions, his brain had given a more vibrant and colorful imagination to the already provocative scenario.

The dress slipped up a little more
No, quit it!

she began parting her legs
Water, thirty-five liters! Ammonia, four liters! Phos-

her dress straps slipped down her shoulders

Where's her bra-NO! go away damn it!

"Edward..."
Crap...
Edward had been made aware a long time ago at his thirteenth birthday that his body would be changing and that sometimes, whether he was in control or not; something called hormones would make him 'Go rock-solid' as Roy phrased it.

Sure at the time Ed had made a hasty red faced exit, but it was only afterward, about two weeks later that a midnight dream had awoken him, and completely shocked him. For at the time he believed he had accidentally wet himself in bed, like he'd reverted into a toddler. Later he'd learned through secretive reading that what he had experienced was a 'wet dream'. A hormone induced phenomenon caused by maturing bodily reaction to erotic imagery.

Sure, that made more sense than 'rock solid'.
Except the shock was that it had happened when Winry showed up in the dream.

Now presently he was trapped within the same damn cycle, and his skin hugging pants weren't helping the situation any.
Double crap...
He had no choice but to make it go away. So with quick movement he'd slipped his belt off, moved it to the foot of his bed while his other hand undid the fastenings of his pants and his flesh hand automatically set itself for it's rehearsed act.

It was only in the middle of trying to fix his problem with fast movement that the images, instead of backing off, decided to become rather active, leaving Winry in an imaginative unclothed state of dress, with himself just as naked as she.
That was when he said her name.
Not whispered softly, but out loud, like he was calling her to him, only in a rough and needy tone. He stopped midway to satisfaction, a slapped looking blush on his face.

He thought perhaps he'd gone too far and gazed at the door quickly, hoping the source of his fantasy didn't hear him and think to come in to ask what he wanted.
Just a closed door, no Winry.
He sighed with relief. She'd kill him if she ever learned about his rarely erotic thoughts about his childhood friend. So with slower hands and still breathing, he turned from the door and continued his spiral into dominion over the hormonal battle.
-.-.-.-.-
(You the reader knew this would happen, didn't you?)
Winry Rockbell stood frozen outside Ed's bedroom door.
At first she had gone inside the house to run to her work/inspiration room to grab a set of blue prints she'd left there during an all niter on a client's limb. The very client that was now staying with them until his upgrade was completed.

Remembering that Ed earlier declared he was taking a nap she tip toed down the hall, and was almost passed the room Ed occupied when she heard him say her name.

Is he hurt?

His voice sounded strangled, like he was being choked. At first she was going to rush in like a super hero and come to his rescue, until she figured that maybe he was just dreaming when he said her name.
Except...

Why would he say my name in his sleep?
With forced gusto she turned from the door, wanting her legs to walk her away from the curious notion to go inside and satisfy herself with knowing whether or not he needed her help or if he was sleeping.
Well, he must not be in a state of peril seeing as he didn't say her name again, so maybe he was sleeping, so she needn't bother.

Only her brain seemed to side more on checking just in case. With defeated gusto she turned back to his door, deciding since he'd already said her name that it would be fine if she just walked in to check on him. If he was asleep it wouldn't matter, it's not like he was naked or anything�
Winry choked back a small gasp.

what if he IS naked? Is Ed the type to sleep in the nude?

she quietly fisted her hand, and knuckled her forehead slightly. She knew she shouldn't be thinking about things like that, it was wrong to look at her friend in that sort of light while the said alchemist had no clue it was something that usually did cross her mind.

Ed could be so clueless sometimes she whished that she could summon the courage to throw herself into his arms and plant a solid kiss on his ever inviting lips, just to prove to him how dumb he is despite his genius history.
Shaking her thoughts from the tempting yet impossible wish, she clutched the doorknob, turning it quietly and pushed the oak door open.
-.-.-.-.-
Without realizing it, Ed had gone back to closing his eyes and breathing loud enough that his mind wouldn't be able to register what was going on in the outside world. The only thing that mattered to Pleasure was that he get to the point of satisfaction while Logic demanded that he get it over with and move on to more important matters.

So with all these conflicting emotions bouncing around, is it any wonder he didn't hear the bedroom door open up?
Or even see his source of frustration stand in the middle of the threshold, blue eyes as big as tea cup saucers, not meaning to be trained on where his hand was actively fisting?
She clutched the door panel, her legs preparing to shoot away from the room and forget what she was seeing, what she figured she would never see for the life of her.
Except she really was seeing it.
Her childhood friend completely exposed.
Air caught at the back of her throat as she worked to fight back the staccato of her heart wanting to pry itself from her chest and move to run away from the room and play ignorant naive girl, unaware that Ed was currently pleasing himself with whatever made him want to-

He said my name earlier!
Winry released the panel, her hand idle in the air, like she didn't have a clue what do from there, nor where to go. Where was she going before? she couldn't remember, her mind couldn't seem to summon the power to keep one thought at a time and all the while her eyes were still disobediently trained on the pumping hand and Ed's-
Crap...
He was getting off on something, of course, that much was obvious.

And he'd said her name, making the situation just a bit more conclusive.
Ed isn't as stupid brained as she thought.
So, did this mean it wasn't wrong for her to think about him? Could she probably even-

It wasn't like an unfair gesture. Although it could either spell disaster in the next few minutes or become something truly connecting between the both of them for years to come if she acted on her next thought.

She finally pulled her gaze from his active hand to his face, his eyes screwed shut in concentration and the same inviting lips set at a thin line, trembling ever so slightly.

Be careful what you wish for...
Winry stepped into the room shutting the door behind her so that it clicked loudly.

Lids flew open to reveal shocked golden lust filled irises that aimed in the direction she stood in, mouth agape in a fish out of water and into the frying pan notion.

...You just might get it.
-.-.-.-.-
At first it was quiet, too quiet.

Ed had deliberately refused to cling to this image that stood before him.

Had his imagination finally worked itself so silly that he could now see Winry in the same room as him? If that was true, then why wasn't she dressed down like his mind had been promoting since he started?

why the hell was she biting her lip like that?

Why is she walking over here?

Oh, oh, this is bad!

Pleasure made a hasty exit, handing Logic the controls back, which worked overtime trying to show Ed the knowledge he so desperately needed, why he needed to cover himself right now before it was too late!

She's the real thing you moron, snap out of it!

Ed frantically reached for the blanket at the end of the bed, pulling it up to his chin as Winry approached him, stopping at the head of the bed where he wanted to die a horrible death.

"Why- what are you doing in here?!" He stammered, his words hardly sounding legible since he was speaking at a strangled twenty seconds per beat.

Yet Winry seemed to understand his words anyway. She didn't answer him with words of her own though.

Slowly she took the necessary distance needed to crawl up next to him on the bed, while he only defended himself by covering his head with the blanket and half-heartedly muttering for her to go away. Just how long had she been standing there?
Ed stared at the dark fabric of blanket, his breathing coming and going at a pace that almost made his lungs hurt. Was she there long enough to watch-
There was so much crap now he couldn't for the life of him count it all.
His heart jumped to his throat when his curtain of protection disappeared, the blanket falling from his limp fingers. He looked strait up at the girl who shouldn�t have been there, shouldn't have seen him like this, who shouldn't be looking at him like that.
Like she wanted him
"Edward..." She whispered his name, in the exact same tone that forced him into his embarrassing position to begin with. Damn it, why couldn't he say anything? where did his voice go?

He sucked in a sharp breath of air.

Oh, there it is!
"Winry," He managed to say in a calm and what he hoped demanding tone. "How long where you over there?" A tomato splash burned him across his face.

"Long enough, Edward." She simply said, looking down the bed. She looked back after a few seconds and with a soft caress she moved his bangs from his sweaty forehead. "It looks like your having a bit of trouble here."

Did I just say that? Was that right at all? Oh, who cares!

Well, he seemed to care, he'd just been caught masturbating with her in mind. Why else?

"I-I don't know what your talking about!" He lied, hoping that Winry had been temporarily blinded enough that she would buy it and just leave. Only...
Did he really want her to leave?
Ed watched as Winry said something to him that sounded watery and almost hard to hear, it fell along the lines of 'I can fix that for you' before she moved an arm over him to rest on the other side of the bed, completely hovering over him as she quickly made silent claim over the lips she had often wished to touch with her own.

No... Don�t leave... stay.

"Stay..." Winry heard his faint whisper, catching the small movement of air on her lips from it.

"I'm not going to leave..." She promised with a small whisper of her own. She moved to take his lips again, her heart beating against the unbelievable gesture of invitation that she was given, and from someone she would have figured would never think enough to do so.

He slowly kissed her back, his replacement automail hand gently resting to the back of her head, holding her into the sweet contact.

In the middle of Ed's submissive state, he hadn't realized his whisper left his lips parted just enough that Winry had let the thought to taste them with her tongue take over. A small sound that nearly resembled a whimper escaped from the back of his throat as she delved further into the warm wet caverns, catching the feel of burning desire in his mouth. It was only a matter of time before Ed decided to respond in kind.
Before either one knew it Winry was hovering right over him, legs parted and hugging his waist with her knees, while Ed lay loving kisses down the side of her neck and she took to lining her tongue along the side of his ear, earning deep and tense shudders from the active Elric.

Winry nearly jumped, an unmistakable and earlier witnessed pressure hit her where she lay over him. With a slow hand, she counted on their kissing to work as a distraction while she slowly brought it on his chest, quickly letting it slide down the side of his bicep so it brushed passed his ribs.
Or she was hoping her hand would have!
Ed had caught the movement and grabbed her hand, a seized yet quite lustful look in his eyes as he slowly shook his head 'No.'

"Why?" Winry asked, a sad arch marring her eyebrows. Earlier Ed seemed more than willing to have her touch him, so why was he being so stubborn now?

He devotedly held her hand against his breastbone, determined to keep her hand from going anywhere else. Beneath she felt the reverberating drumming of his heart, betraying his iron will. "Win, I don't-" Ed started out, clearing his throat before continuing. "I don't want to make any mistakes here."
Winry gazed at him with a curious perk in one eye, before realization to his words made her respond with a knowing ahhh. She gave him a reassuring kiss on the forehead before saying he didn't need to worry.

"I said I can fix you is all, who said we were going that far?" Ed blushed with the message Winry implied.

"You looked like you were having a hard time, no pun intended." She quickly added, matching Ed's canvas red face.
"I just wanted to help you." "I-" Ed paused, his head turning to the side, clearly he was in a fight with himself, his eyes gazed distantly at the wall. Winry could hear the automail joints of his right hand clink as he flexed them with an in and out motion.

Sighing as if it were a childish notion, Winry reached for his right hand, taking it by the digits, rubbing a thumb over the knuckles of it.
"Whenever you break your automail, who is it you go to?" She asked, not really expecting an answer from her rhetorical question as she examined his hand.

"I promised I'd help you in any way I can until you get your original body back, remember?" He nodded, watching as she tenderly kissed his numb cold hand.
"Please, then." She whispered, turning her gaze to him, her eyes an almost foggy blue as she smiled at him. "Let me do my job," Her other hand moved forward, her fingers resting against his face. "Automail or not; I can help you."
Edward closed his eyes, briefly letting suppressed air escape his lungs before opening them, with a slight twitch from his lips he ignored the wrenching beat of his heart as he nodded, giving Winry the go ahead, hoping he wasn't making a huge mistake. Winry seen the nod, and with shaky fingers, she brought her hand down his face, cupping her fingers under his jaw for a deep kiss. Again she played the distraction game as she let go of his automail so her free hand could explore his chest and abdomen, catching the feel of toned abs as she slid it up his thin black tank.

"Umm," she hummed, breaking the sweet contact again, earning a slightly disappointed look from her friend...or rather she hoped; boyfriend.
"C-can you scoot up the bed? I'm having a little trouble reaching you." she gestured to where she currently sat, his waist anchored down by her own.
Ed blushed before complying, Winry picked herself up as he inched himself up and back, the blanket slipping down to where his stomach was. With his back against the headboard, Ed held his arms out in invitation, pulling Winry in his embrace before another round of deep kisses overwhelmed them. Allowing himself to overlook his earlier thoughts, Ed took hold of Winry's back, his hands sliding down her waist and back up, hoping that he was doing the right thing, seeing as he'd never done something like this before.

Yet... it almost felt like instinct; the movement was instantaneous. Like how he never had to think too much in order to move his hands or blink his eyes.

With Ed's bout of encouragement, Winry pulled his shirt up and over his head, breaking the lip contact briefly, and her haste making a strap from her dress slip down her shoulder.

Ed trained his eyes where the dress slipped, almost flabbergasted because it looked as if she wasn't wearing a bra like he'd earlier thought.

Nope, the black tube thing's under it... damn.

Ed's thoughts broke, his head flew back, a sharp gasp of air caught in his lungs, making him utter a sound that didn't seem human. This time Winry had been successful in distracting him. Her hand had slid down to his thigh while they were kissing and she moved it under the fabric, taking place of where Ed's hand had been earlier. Ed clenched his teeth, his nails digging into his palm, Winry's fingers were moving slowly, dragging more crazed tones from him.
She soothingly shushed him, her voice sounded far away. "It's okay, you can fix me next if you want." Ed could only stammer in response, Winry's subtle movements were pulling him to that point he'd been searching for, Logic neutrally surrendering the controls back to Pleasure.

Only the pace she was going at made getting to that point difficult.

"Winry..." He whispered in a begging tone. How the hell was it that he could manage to outwit physical pain while a contact that promoted zero hurt turned him into a pile of goo?

Winry let her fingers curve under his shaft, thumb brushing delicately over his tip, enjoying the fixed emotions bouncing over his face with each stroke.
"Winry-!" He said in a warning tone. With a scoff Winry pulled the sheet down the rest of the way, pulling Ed into a fierce kiss as she moved faster. Ed broke the kiss and buried his head in the crook of her neck, his breath coming and going like he was close to release.

She blew delicately against the back of his ear, and with a final shudder; his shoulders stiffened, a noise clawed behind his voice box and he was spent.

Win, thank you... He managed to think, his eyes closing as he scooted back down the mattress till his head hit the pillow. He breathed in the lavender scent that wafted from her hair before he lost the will to stay conscious.
"...Feel better now?" She asked him after a moment of silence.
She was answered by soft snoring.
Winry's mouth fell open in annoyance. "Of all the-" She shook her head, smiling softly. Pushing the semi-soiled blanket away with her feet she reached for the coat Ed left hanging on the chair beside the bed, using it to cover the both of them up.
"Figures he'd do that..." she muttered resting her head on his chest, looking up and warmly taking in the serene look on his sleeping face.
"Oh well, he has to wake up eventually..."
End.
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