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Branded	By : ibshafer Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Het - Male/Female Views: 13845 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Almost four years ago, I began writing a series of humorous EdXWin stories called Branded that followed the pair as they negotiated the treacherous sexual obstacle course known as ‘first time love.’ Whilst Ed and Winry struggled to make it to the finish line alive, I let myself get distracted by the pretty lights and colors of other story series… Spreading myself too thin, I finished nothing. I also let RL take control of the muse too often. And so, four years later, having beaten my brain cells into submission, I now finally bring you the conclusion of story 3 of the Branded Series, Learning Curve, in its entirety, without commercial interruption or subtitles… Hope the stalwarts are still hanging in and the newbies aren’t too confused. [Below are links to the other chapters/parts of the series, #1 Branded, #2 Kiss and Tell, and #3 (parts 1-6) of Learning Curve.]
Feel free to throw tomatoes and lettuce, folks! (I deserve it!) And maybe a cuke and some mushrooms, too? (I’m in the mood for salad.)
To those happy to see this and those still hanging in there with me – thanks and I’m grateful!
Extra special thanks go out to alchemyotaku75 for her tireless cheerleading, endless encouragement and the dangling of more than one exciting carrot...
~Ai

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Story: Learning Curve (3/7) - COMPLETED
Series: Branded
Author: ibshafer
Rating: Hard R
Character/Pairing: EdXWin... or is it WinXEd?...
Disclaimer: I don't own these people, they own themselves and are just nice enough to let me spin them around the page now and then.
Summary: In which Edward and Winry get some alone time...and in which the course of true love runs anything but smoothly...
Warnings: profanity, sexual situations, explicit without naming names, if you catch my drift…
Genre: Fullmetal Alchemist; AU, I guess...
Spoilers: none
Feedback: Yes, please...
Series Chapters:
[complete]      1. Branded – In which Ed finds Winry’s signature on his automail…
                                    http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2770990/1/Branded
[complete]      2. Kiss and Tell – In which Al tries to get some details out of Ed, who, it
turns out, doesn’t…
                                    http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2770990/2/Branded
[complete]      3. Learning Curve – Ed may be a prodigy, but the best lessons can be the
                                    hardest to learn…
                                    http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2770990/4/Branded - part 1
                                    http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2770990/5/Branded - part 2
                                    http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2770990/6/Branded - part 3
                                    http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2770990/7/Branded - part 4
                                    http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2770990/8/Branded - part 5
                                    http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2770990/9/Branded - part 6
                                    [part 7 follows here…]
            4. (Re)Conditioned Responses – In which Winry tries to break Ed of his
                        milk aversion, any way she can…
5. Even Steven – Ed finds a way to even the score…
6. Two Bits – Shave and a haircut…and confession time.
7. Coda – No good deed goes unpunished, as Roy is about to find out.
Learning Curve
~ibshafer

Oh!
Something had changed.
Putting the last of the days’ lunch remnants into the ice box, Winry froze in place, trying to trace the source. The light, temperature, noise level in the room; all were the same.
What is it?
For a second, she thought maybe Edward had come back to the house, but a glance out the window told her he was still stretched out under the tree.
Something was different, though.

Stepping closer to the glass, she peered out at him.
What’s he doing?
Flat on his back, Edward lay absently rubbing at the center of his chest and even at this distance she could see his chest heaving, his face flushed. He was also...smiling.
She told herself that he must have just finished some great scene in the book and that was what the red face and heavy breathing was all about.
But she couldn’t shake the impression that something else had happened.
Why am I shivering?
~*~*~*~
Still breathing heavily, he felt his cheeks flushing and for once didn’t damn his blood for giving his feelings away. Who was there to see it, anyway?
Right now, he had other things to think about.
Why do I never see the stuff that’s right the hell in front of me?
Against all odds, against all mirth, despite full baskets of chicken sandwiches and huge brownies with no lemonade, despite that ridiculous book and the ridiculous ego-poking he'd taken at its expense, Edward had gotten it.
The blood rushed to his face, and his head spun a few clicks, and he understood what she'd clearly, clearly sent him out there to understand.
Somehow, that overstuffed, verbally effusive simian had broken through both Edward's ego and his nerves and had made him see what he'd so been unable to up until now...
I have to make Winry happy.
How could he have missed this for so long?
Oh, right. Because he had been too fucking focused on what it all felt like for him. Like it was all about him, had always been about him.
I’m a selfish bastard...
His first impulse was to throw himself at her feet and beg for mercy, but as much as he deserved a new knot on his head, it might actually be counterproductive.
He knew what he really had to do. And now he knew why.

I have to make Winry...er, what was that word she used...?
Whatever it was called, he had to do it.
First and foremost, because she deserved it and because (the cherub whipped a hand out and grabbed his Sanity before it could bolt for the door) ...because he l-loved her.
'This is what you do to me, Edward...'
And secondly, he had to do it, had to make sure he did it, because...well...hadn’t she done it for him?
As the geeks happily supplied images in full living color and sound, Edward felt his cheeks start to flame.
The way she’d kissed him, the way she’d touched him, the way she’d made him feel...
She’d made him feel so good...
She’d been hoping and planning for this for a long time now - because she wanted him.
Edward caught himself shivering and delighted in it, realizing the memory had become a physical sensation.
And she’d put so much into this whole...whole, for lack of a better word, thing, and had tried so, so hard to please him, it was only fair. (And Edward was, in all things, fair.)
Oh, what a fuck-up I am...
He wanted to kick the snot out of himself, he deserved to have the snot kicked out of him, but that would have to wait until muuuuch, much later.
Right now there was a long-legged blond - a leggy blond no doubt plotting his demise at the same kitchen table they’d eaten meals at since they were kids - who needed to have her mind blown.
~*~*~*~
Winry was standing at the kitchen window wiping down the counter with a lemon yellow dishrag when a sudden movement on the front lawn drew her attention.
She quickly registered that - once again - Edward was no longer at his post under the tree and that - once again - he was stomping his way back towards the house, determination - once... well, you know where this is going - etched into every muscle.

'What now?' she thought with a sigh of frustration. No doubt she'd unconsciously subjected him - once again - to some insufferable culinary, or literary, insult. She was about to steel herself for the tirade to come when her eagle Edward eye spied something both barely perceptible and radically altered in his flushed, wide-eyed countenance.
'Wait a minute... Where's the Pissed Off?' she thought, chest filling with confusion. 'I don't see any Pissed Off...'
Gone was the pinched-eyebrow look she'd seen when Edward had launched himself at the house in a fit of pique, desperate for lemonade to wash down that very rich brownie she'd packed him. Gone, too, was the intellectual superiority he'd sputtered at the idea of sitting under a tree reading a "god-damned romance novel,” particularly, he’d said, “while there was sex, even bad sex, to be had." (She'd assured him that until he understood the difference, until he made certain it was Good Sex, they would not be having any kind of sex at all...)
There was neither pique nor superiority on Edwards sublimely flushed face.
What the...
Not at all what she had learned to expect from the boy-man she loved-hated.
What there was, she could see as he got closer to the house, was an intensity, a coal-hot intensity, that despite its apparent heat sent a shiver down her spine and a corresponding flutter in her belly; a steam engine of determination powering towards her at full, self-possessed speed.
O-oh, God...
She spun around and groped for the counter, knees suddenly failing her.
Edward had "gotten it."
~*~*~*~
Just a hundred feet now, but it felt like he would never get there.
The big house bounced on the hill ahead of him (well, he was stomping, after all - everything was bouncing), but all he could think about was getting there and...and touching her...
He'd been too busy feeling his own sensations before, to think about hers, but now...now he couldn’t wait to make her feel the things she'd made him feel - or rather, the corresponding girly feelings.
He wanted to make her scream...
Edward burst into nervous laughter.

Did you really just think that?
He almost faltered, but his pounding legs chose to ignore his silly brain and continued to propel him back towards the big yellow house.
Y-you jacked that straight out of that damn book...
A breathless giggle.
OK, so what if was inspired by something the ape said? It’s true, isn’t it?
He did want to make her scream.
He wanted to touch her. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to explore and taste and-
Fuck...
Deciding stomping wasn't the fastest mode of travel he sprinted the last fifty feet up the hill and bounded up the steps.
He wanted her now.
He found her gripping the kitchen counter, face flushed, knees threatening to give out...
She gave a little squeak of surprise when he stumbled through the door, but that was all she had time for before he swooped in, catching her as she slid to the floor, pulling her up into his arms.
His heart was beating so fast he was shaking and, pressed against her, he could feel hers hammering away just as fast.
“E-Edward?” she managed to breath out, but Edward gave her a look that said they were done talking.
One hand at the small of her back to support her, the other instantly buried deep in her hair, he drew her to him and kissed her with such purpose, such passion, that his own knees started to waver.
He could feel the feeling start to overtake him, the one that had compelled him that morning to rabidly explore all his own first-timer’s needs, and leave Winry’s in the dust, but with help from both the Cherub and Edward’s heretofore silent Sense of Fair Play, Edward’s lust was successfully reigned in, stifling the wanton tremor that had been heading for his hips.

Pressing himself completely against her, he filled all her negative space, delighting in the curves and soft planes of her, in the way they fit together so well, in the way her body shook, knowing she was feeling the want in him, serious as stone and just as hard.
He could feel the want in her, too; the way her trembling body responded when he pressed himself to her, there could be no denying what she was feeling.
He had both hands in her hair now, mouth at her throat, silently chanting his new mantra:
Make Winry happy. Make Winry happy. Make Winry happy...
~*~*~*~
G-God? If it isn’t too much to ask, could you please not let me faint until after this is over!
Winry couldn’t breathe. Edward had overtaken her so quickly, so completely, that she was fairly certain she hadn’t taken a single breath since he’d stumbled through the kitchen door.
He had his hands deep in her hair, his mouth mobile and expressive against hers and everywhere, everywhere he touched her she could feel his heat and his desire and his need...
She wasn’t so swept away, though, that she didn’t noticed something was different.
He wasn’t rubbing himself against her like a dog in heat or lying back waiting for her to please him.
No, he seemed to have transformed his need, transmuted it, into something that was shaped, defined, focused on her. On what she needed. As he mapped out the boundaries of her mouth, his tongue was insistent, but gentle. As he trailed fingertips up her sides, down her back, across her shivering belly, his hands were fervent, but controlled, not blindly aggressive.
Even his heat was different.
With a swoon, she realized what it was that she was feeling in him; something long-awaited, something she’d never seen, let alone felt, in this context.
Edward’s passion...
~*~*~*~
Somewhere between the tree and the kitchen, Edward had stopped thinking.
He’d switched off his brain (the geeks were thrilled for the time off; now they could watch the show!) and let himself be propelled entirely by his feelings, allowing them to speed his heart, animate his limbs, and guide his hands and fingers and lips and tongue to the fulfillment of, the completion of, the winning achievement of his goal: Make Winry Happy.
Those feelings, knowing full well how to accomplish that lofty goal, breathed fire and infinite inspiration into his every movement, creating dance and art and sculpture rolled neatly and fervently into one all-consuming package.
Moved by no force he’d ever known, Edward almost felt he’d stepped outside of himself, felt himself lifted from his body to observe the scene currently folding and unfolding beneath him as though from over his own shoulder, but then breathless moans and pleading sighs would draw him back to his own body, anchoring him to the moment, anchoring him completely and utterly to her, as though the act of bringing her pleasure was his sole reason for existing on this earth.
In fascination, he drew trembling fingers across smooth skin, pushed up a shirt hem, pulled down a sleeve, uncovering warm swells and rosy pinkness as if for the first time, tasting delicately, then encouraged by still more sweet, deep sounds, suckling with growing fervor and heat. He let his tongue and fingers draw a map, an array, across her shivering body, an array that began when he silenced her mouth with his own and ended when he knelt before her and with a touch, brought all those lines to life.
He would never have thought to behave so before.
He hadn’t had a clue how he was supposed to behave back then.
Satisfaction, passion and a little outside inspiration had changed all of that.
And now...now he could share that with the one person, the only person, he could ever have wanted.
With a shiver of his own, of longing and of something deeper, he kissed a line inward across the sweet white skin of her thigh and then, with the cabinets behind her and his spreading fingers guiding him home, he pressed her more firmly to him - and he to her.
~*~*~*~

tbc...

(Part 7b - final - to follow...)
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