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Title: We are Gathered Here Today�

Author: Jennifer Darknight (inuyashanohime)

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist

Pairing: Edward Elric x Female!Alfons Heiderich

Theme: (21) Drunken Night

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: I don�t own Fullmetal Alchemist. I just use these characters for my
amusement sometimes. ^_^

Warning: This fanfic is rated
NC-17, meaning there will be material that is inappropriate for younger
readers.

Note: Title credited to Caitlinneko,
IM spam-betaed by Wen_Renee,
and opening credited (and the fic dedicated) to ssjkawaiitenshi.

��

�� It was only supposed to be one drink. That was all. Not two, not three, and not
four�but one�a single shot glass that
would be filled once and that was it, in and out of the bar like he had never
been in it at all.

�� In and out�that was it.

�� Unfortunately Mustang liked to have other ideas.

�� And damn him for falling for the same tricks every single
time. He was a grown man, dammit�twenty-four years old and had gone through
more hell than some of the most polished veterans did in their entire lifetime.

�� But the second that man threw him that grin, putting the
bottle on the bar with that glint in
his eyes�

�� Ed fell for it like a fucking kid.

�� And then one turned to two and two turned to three, and
three turned to�Hell, like he knew how many. Soon he just stopped caring,
stumbling out of the bar and walking into the cool winter night towards home.

�� *�� *�� *

�� It was another Friday night.

�� The night was old, and the house was silent.

�� Alfons Heiderich had picked up a book long ago, burying
herself in its pages but not really reading the words at all, rather staring at
it just to pass the time.

�� It was like she was his wife.

�� She waited for him, night after night. She waited up,
cooked his meals, cleaned his house, and even did his laundry�

�� And the woman didn�t even live with him.

�� In fact�it was a good mile-and-a-half walk back to her
house�a mile and a half walk that usually left her sleeping on Edward�s couch
anyway, curled under a blanket and snoozing until the next morning, when she�d
make him breakfast, see him off to work, and then go back to her house and do
her research like nothing had even happened.

�� He had always told her that she could just move her
things and live there�he lived in the residential district, after all, and was
surrounded with more happy families than she could even count. That wasn�t even
to mention the fact that the house itself could fit several people�several
bedrooms and two floors�even when she stayed over, Edward had nearly demanded
that she stay in the guest rooms, but�

�� She couldn�t bring herself to impose.

�� They were only dating, after all.

�� And besides�it wasn�t like they would get married anytime
soon�Edward was too scared of commitment, after all, and God knew that he
couldn�t have that. Commitment in a
relationship was one thing�kisses, hugs, having the woman do your housework and
take care of you�

�� But marriage�with
sex, children, and even a shared income, constant togetherness, and most likely
more fights than they could even count�she wasn�t sure Edward was ready for it.
Or rather, would ever be ready for
it.

�� It was depressing�almost too depressing to think of�the thought that the two would never be
fully together, would never fully share each other, would never fully stand
together in that Church like she had always dreamed, saying their vows and
being bound to each other�

�� And it�s not as if
I can speak to Edward about this�

�� ��Fons?�

�� She didn�t even hear the door open and shut, or the stumbling
footsteps that pattered in the entryway. Alfons shut her book with a snap (�Theoretical Mechanical Alchemy, Volume 2�,
p 349, third paragraph down), setting it down on the table before sitting
up, balancing herself with a hand on the back of the chair, but she didn�t dare
move�rather staying where she was, waiting.

�� Edward?� Her voice was small�almost a whisper.

�� Fons?
You there?�

�� Yes.� She called, �I�m in here!�

�� Liv�n room?
*hic*��Fons, don you ever sleep?�

�� Oh Sweet Lord.

�� The man tripped into the room, clinging to the doorway
before readjusting himself and getting back on his feet. She didn�t have to be
near him to know that the scent of alcohol was prominent on his breath (Whiskey
most likely�In Munich, Napoleon was always his favorite�), or that Colonel
Mustang had tricked him into staying in the bar�for a non-drinker like Edward
(or rather, a seldom-drinker), that was the only logical conclusion. Only
Mustang had that sort of power over him�

�� Next time Alfons saw the Flame Alchemist, she was going
to give him a nice hard slug to the face, courtesy of her favorite wrench
(regards from Winry).

�� But, aside from that�

�� Fons�can� st�nd��

�� It didn�t take long before instinct kicked in and she was
by his side.

�� One arm looped around his shoulders, and the other wrapped
around his waist, pulling him close to her as she hobbled him over towards the
couch. Even with her modest (almost nonexistent) physical strength, somehow she
still managed to carry Edward around during these sorts of times�either the
alcohol made him lighter, or her instincts made her thirty times stronger. She
didn�t know which.

�� And at the moment, she didn�t care which.

�� Fons�� Edward grumbled,
clinging to her tighter. �Hot��

�� All right, just hold on�I�ll get you on the couch,
okay�then I�ll get you something to drink. How much did you drink this
time�wait, don�t answer that. I don�t want to know.�

�� No�much�� Edward slurred.

�� Yes, yes�not much at all, of course. Just come on�sit
down.�

�� You�re warm��

�� It�s the alcohol. Come on�sit down.�

�� She had expected him to stumble onto the couch,
maybe�grasp onto the fabric and then fall into his face, looking something like
her own father, when he had come home from work shortly after the war ended�a
drunken mess.

�� What she had not
expected was him to grab her hips, gripping them almost too tightly as her body
was practically wrestled onto the cushions, shorter, harder, and stronger body
above her, mismatched arms pinning her own above her head.

�� Edward! What the��

�� Her voice was cut off by a messy kiss; hard, wet, and
reeking of alcohol, making her mind spin, heart race, and stomach start
flipping. She could feel the vibration of him moaning across her lips, and ohgod�that was his tongue
that had just thrust into her mouth, exploring and licking all it could get
into contact with�

�� It was the alcohol getting to him, but even when drunk,
she couldn�t push him off.

�� Mmmmppphhh!!�

�� He backed away, letting out a sound of contentment even
as he hovered over her, golden eyes glazed over and glassy with alcohol,
adrenaline, lust, and something else.

�� Something that he sure as hell wouldn�t
be staring at her with while trying to molest
her, sweet Mother of God.

�� Alfons��

�� It was a whisper. A whisper that sounded sober. God, oh
God�it even had a dreamy quality�quiet. Like he was sleepwalking�his lips
quirked into a small smile�gentle, sleepy�

�� Meanwhile he�s
undressing me with his eyes�Edward, you don�t know
what you�re getting into! As much as I enjoy this, you�ll regret it in the
morning, so please get off!

�� Y-yes?��

�� She should have been struggling. She should have maybe
kicked her legs out, squirmed a bit�as attractive as this was and as much as
she liked it�the fact that Edward was pinning her down and apparently wanting
to do more than simply kiss (if the bulge in his pants, ohholymotherofgod
made any indication of) was mind-boggling enough�but the fact that he wasn�t moving after simply pinning her
down (no passing out, no drunken apology, no puking�). He simply stared down at
her with a glowing, honey-colored gaze, and God be her witness she could only
stay put and stare.

�� He sniffed once. Twice.
�You�smell nice.�

�� Alfons already felt the flush go to her cheeks.

�� Wh-what?�

�� You always used to dress up as some guy�But�Fuck, you
look good. The hell you go� Oh hell,
oh hell, his flesh hand, his flesh hand was moving down�down� �and cover these for?� He accentuated the word �these� with
this hand moving over her right breast, massaging rather than groping.

�� Oh hell. She did just let out a gasp, didn�t she?

�� E-Edward...we��

�� He leaned forward a bit, chuckling. Chuckling.
A low, almost throaty thing that she could�dammit, she could feel against the
skin of her cheeks!!!

�� Hmmm?�

�� Damn it, damn it, damn it�damn it morals, why did they
have to get in the way. He was groping her now�hard, but not that hard�enough to send her virginal
mind swimming and another place aching, and damn it, all she could hear was
wedding bells in her mind!

�� It�s�n-not right�! We�we�re not married�! We
shouldn�t�!�

�� Alfons wasn�t aware that she was actually keeping her
eyes tightly shut until she realized that she felt Edward�s face far too close
to ear. Lips, breathing warm breath on her earlobe, sharp
teeth nipping it�God, he really was drunk, wasn�t he?

�� Then marry me.� He whispered hotly, �Right now, Alfons.�

�� Wait, what?!

�� Alfons wasn�t sure if she was dead, or just dreaming, or
if Edward really was nibbling at her neck like that, both hands moving down to
tease at the buttons of her shirt. God, oh God�she could feel her face heating
up already�

�� The smell of alcohol was also prominent on his breath,
but that did nothing to shorten the shock of him already starting to undo them�

�� God, oh God, oh God�

�� His hands were making quick work of the buttons, and she
wasn�t even moving. She should have been�should have been fighting like all
holy hell to get him off, to say this was indecent, that they weren�t supposed
to do this�!

�� Well, Alfons?� A nip at the throat,
eliciting a gasp. �Will you?�

�� Ah��

�� The flaps of her shirt were being pulled apart�why wasn�t
she moving?!

�� I can�t hear you��

�� No, no, absolutely
not, we shouldn�t, we mustn�t, it�s not the right time, you�re
not really thinking�oh God I want
to, Edward!

�� O�okay.�

�� A tiny voice came out of that throat of hers�almost like
a croak�a whisper. Not even like words...she was surprised she even said it
herself�where did that come from?! She should have said no�he�ll regret it, in
any case�

�� But the way his hands were already tugging her bra and
shirt off, tossing them off her shoulders and across the room, it didn�t seem
like he was regretting it right now.

�� Ow, ow, ow!!! Edward, you�re biting me!

�� And biting he was. She was up in a sitting position in
seconds, automail arm keeping her steady even when he ripped at his own clothes
with his one hand and bit her possessively with the other on her neck and
shoulders, leaving marks that she knew were going to stick out in the morning,
even under her usual white shirts�

�� Black turtlenecks the next day it was, then.

�� How he had managed to rip his own shirt off while keeping
his mouth on her skin and holding her in one spot was beyond her.

�� She felt like she was burning up�

�� We are gathered here today��

�� The words were more moaned than spoken, accompanied with
a finger tweaking a nipple and sending a soft moan of her own out of Alfons�s
lips�

�� To witness the binding of Alfons Heiderich and Edward
Elric in Holy Matrimony��

�� At the word �matrimony�, the zipper to his pants were
already yanked down, fabric off and flying across the room, somewhere with her
shirt. Alfons wasn�t really taking too much of a notice�she was too busy trying
to remove her own pants, fiddling with the zipper in a futile attempt to pull
it down (damn it damn it damn it why
won�t it go down?!). It took Edward�s automail hand easing her fingers away
and doing it himself, causing the poor pants to be yanked off and thrown
somewhere with the rest of their wayward clothes.

�� though if he meant to make her underwear fly off with a
loud, smooth rip, he managed to do
the job well.

�� She was going to have to buy a new pai�

�� Oh screw the new pair of underwear. She had plenty.

�� And besides, it
would just get in the way.

�� Instead of blushing and feeling mortified at her own
inner debauchery, Alfons crooned and pressed against desperate, searching
hands, groping and grasping at smooth skin. She didn�t know if he was grabbing
at his underwear or if she was, but
someone was grabbing at fabric and it was gone, and there was something thick
and red standing in its place, almost
glaring at her�

�� Alfons�L�ve you��

�� Edward�!�

�� Alfons almost screeched at something warm skimming down
her stomach and lower, teasing that little bundle of nerves that made her
squirm under just a simple touch. She shut her eyes tight and instinctually
moved back, but an automail arm held her in place, even as she was eased down
onto the couch cushions again (at least
he was being gentle this time), and kisses were showered against her neck
and shoulders.

�� This would have been so much better if she hadn�t smelled
the stench of alcohol on his breath though.

�� Though the breath was the last thing on
her mind as he started moving his fingers faster.

�� Do you�� God, she could smell the alcohol but she could
feel his face so close to hers�his nose touching the tip of her own and his
lips teasing hers. He was close
enough to kiss but he wouldn�t just bend
down! And she couldn�t bring herself to open her eyes or force that perfect
mouth on hers.

�� Do I�?

�� �Do you�Alfons Heiderich��

�� He slipped his fingers inside�

�� Take me�to be your husband?�

�� He bit her neck hard, and Alfons squeaked.

�� I��

�� Well?�

�� Another bite.

�� Ja!�

�� God, what had this become? When did it come to this?
First it had all started out as Edward coming home drunk, and now he was
molesting her and they were about to have sex in the middle of his living room
while saying their wedding vows while Ed was in a drunken but slurless stupor!!! She was putty in his hands, all of her,
and her mind was turning to mush and she would do
anything she asked of him at this point, even�

�� Even�

�� Do you�Edwa�Ah!!
Edward Elric�T-take�m-me�Alfons Heiderich to b-be��

�� He was lining her up, even when she was speaking�her legs
were being wrapped around his waist, and he was hovering over her, positioning
himself�she could feel it�She didn�t
even need to see it to know�

�� Y-your lawfully wedded wife?�

�� His response was a low, enthusiastic, possessive growl, ghosting over her face
with an almost warm, loving feel, even with the scent of whiskey ever-present
on his breath:

�� Fuck yes.�

�� She could feel the tip press against her, holymotherofGod, and it was nudging almost�as if in
question.

�� Alfons couldn�t bear to open her eyes.

�� I-I g-guess�� She was already stuttering��Y-you can now
k-kiss�the bride��

�� It didn�t take anymore encouraging for Edward to pull her
into a surprisingly soft kiss, muffling her cry as he slowly pushed all the way
in.

��

�� *�� *�� *

�� Edward Elric had always wanted to wake up next to Alfons
Heiderich. To feel her skin press against his own, her fingers running along
his arms, even in sleep...soft breath, tickling his skin�

�� Soft blond hair,
tousled a bit, sticking to her face from sweat, bare skin almost glowing in the
sunlight�her flushed face was turned towards him, blue eyes half-opened and
mouth turned up into a gentle smile.

�� Good
morning, Edward�� It was almost a whisper, spoken in her hushed tone, roughened
only slightly by the German accent that she still, and
always would carry. His name never sounded like �Edward� from those lips�more a
softened �Edvard�, with just the slightest roll of
the tongue�

�� And she would have snuggled next to him�nuzzling his
neck or maybe kissing him, opting to lie down on his chest.

�� But something like that would have never happened with
the stubborn, prudish woman�not before the rings were on the fingers, and the
vows were said and the priest had blessed them and all that religious pointless
bullshit. You didn�t need to be married to be �committed�, but the thought of
�Alfons Elric� sent a thrill down his spine that he couldn�t deny, even in his
common moments of denial.

�� Though if that was true�why did he smell that familiar
scent next to him (lavender and motor oil�a mixture of scents that shouldn�t
have worked but just did�), and why
did his head hurt so damn much�

�� It was like someone had taken a chisel to it�

�� Damn, would the sun just turn itself off already?!

�� Turn off and not show him the sight of a naked Alfons
Heiderich in bed next to him, stirring and allowing the sheet to fall down to
her waist, showing a pair of pale, perfect breasts to him that made something
other than his head start to pulse with a new kind of pain?!

�� And why did she have to smile?!

�� Oh god, it was so gentle�fucking angelic. Her cheeks were pink and she had one hand running through
her hair and the other on the mattress�

�� Edward�� that
wasn�t a whisper�it was almost like she was singing,
and whatthehellwhyweretheybothnaked?! �Guten Morgen.�

�� Um�G-G�morning�� Why was she
smiling like that�and why the hell did his head hurt? He had to have been
dreaming�Alfons wouldn�t smile and show herself to him like that, not his
prudish Alfons. If only his head wasn�t pounding, then he�d be able to think
straight enough to try to figure out what was going on�

�� Damn Mustang. GODDAMN Mustang�He had to taunt him in that
bar, didn�t he?! Set the fucking bottle on the table�he probably got drunk and
this was most likely a hango�

�� Hangover.

�� Alcohol.

�� Naked.

�� Alfons.

�� Fuck,� he cursed, though his eyes never tore themselves
away from those blue ones, watching him with such serenity.

�� A soft laugh. �I think the
proper term is �making love�, Edward.�

�� Making lo��

�� Wait. So they�

�� We had sex last night.�

�� Why did the word �sex� sound so strange on Alfons�s tongue?
�Having Carnal Relations� sounded more like her�something more technical�high
level vocabulary mixed with her prudish nature. But just that simple word�so
straightforward�

�� It was so against the sweet voice that had so spoken it.

�� Did you��

�� I did want to, yes.�

�� But I thought you didn�t want to until we were��

�� Though you�re not a priest, we did say our vows last
night, so I don�t think we have to worry about that.�

�� Said our�?�

�� She tilted her head to the side just a bit, scooting
closer. �I believe your words were, �Then marry me. Right
now, Alfons�. At least we managed to get up to bed afterwards��

�� The only thing Edward could manage to sputter, through
the headache, Alfons�s smile, the sunlight, and his own confusion was this:

�� Well�ah�was I any good?�
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