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Nightmares	By : Khait_Khepri Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Het - Male/Female Views: 2624 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist nor am I making money from the creation of this story. This is merely for entertainment purposes.

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Summary: Rowan Mustang starts having ‘nightmares’ of her own featuring gold and steel.
Note: Character development and some groundwork for later. It’s not really as explicit as the first chapter, though still fairly detailed in some ways.
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Rowan hadn’t lied to Edward when she’d said he’d ruined her. She just hadn’t realized it wasn’t a lie just yet. Not that she’d really lied as it had been meant to be a tease and the fact that she’d had had quite a bit of fun. Even if it had been shorter than some of the other sessions she’d had over time with more experienced partners, she definitely had had fun. Rowan figured that she’d just go about her business and that she might have him again without any serious emotional attachment. After all, he was a teenager, and a male one at that, and they were prone to wanting copious amounts of sex as they adjusted to the hormones raging through their bodies and she was someone that had often enough had a one night bout (perhaps more than one if they were particularly good) and left it at that. But the night after she’d screwed his brains out on her couch, she found her usual nightmares had shifted slightly. For once, she wasn’t snapping her fingers and killing Ishvalans with alchemic flames in quite a few long nights. For once, she didn’t dream of that old man cursing her before she ended his life. Instead, she dreamed of steel and muscles and long golden blonde hair.
Hands, more experienced than they had been in real life, ran down her arms as he kissed and nipped at her breasts. His weight was on her and somehow both heavy and ephemeral as dreams sometimes were. Golden hair was loose from his braid, falling like a fountain down to trail across her skin. The aureate strands were teasing and tickling and acting as though many much tinier hands that sought to pleasure her, too. Aching for more, she allowed herself to wallow in those touches. As his hands grew more heated, more demanding, more probing, she arched up into them in a silent plea to give her more. Steel gently pinched at one nipple and cupped her breast. Flesh fingers ran down her side and over the flare of her hip, running pressed circles into her skin with each little bit more he moved south. His lips pressed against hers as steel and flesh hands dragged her hips up into his, pressing her aching sex against that fabulous cock which was hard and pulsating and so very ready to plunge into her. She wanted it so badly…
When she had woken up, hot and needy, she had dismissed it as vestiges left over from the previous day and the result of not having had sex in quite some time before she promptly fell asleep again in the midnight hours only to find herself in Ishval. After the sexy dream she had just had, the familiar horrors were somehow stabilizing and steadying…
Those flickering images he’d inspired in her dreams the night before had stayed her usual barbs when she saw him the next day to give him his mission out to Liore. And he had sensed the shift in the mood and had not bothered baiting her as well. His eyes, though wary, had been searching and curious. Her hand had lingered on his, wishing (and thinking such a wish irrational) it was flesh-to-flesh contact rather than her bare fingers to his gloved hand. Watching him leave had been harder than expected. Of course, she just wrote it off as her being ridiculous and that she’d had more fun than she’d initially anticipated, not to mention she had always worried about him and his brother. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have her information network keeping tabs on them. The spying also helped keep her apprised of the teens’ situation and served as a wonderful way to tease Edward. Still, it had been harder than it should have been, but she still dismissed it and returned to her work.
What she didn’t know was that had been merely the beginning…
She arched under his hands as he teased at her again and she found herself wanting to submit and to dominate all at once. Taking charge and needing to show Edward who was boss, she flipped him on his back and he gazed at her with lust-filled eyes, though in this world of dreams it was more of an impression than actual image. It didn’t matter for her mind filled in all the details required. He was sprawled out across the bed and ready for the taking. And she did take him, drawing him into her mouth and giving him a blowjob that was every bit as fantastic as she remembered giving him in truth. Sliding her tongue down across the vein on the underside, she earned a pleasured hiss, before sucking and pumping with her free hand. Hands buried themselves in her hair, forcing her further, keeping her down as he arched under her ministrations and groaned in delight. Pleasure at the feeling of his absolute helplessness in her thrall surged through her even as she cupped his balls and gently fondled them. His enthusiasm for the games had her hot and needy herself, feeding off his urges like a leech and using the sensations he inspired as fuel to keep pushing further and further…
Tense as a wire, she woke up and subsequently groaned as need hammered through her. ‘Really,’ she thought to herself even as she rubbed at herself with one hand and palmed a breast with the other. ‘This is getting ridiculous. I guess it has been too long…’ It didn’t take long to sate herself just enough to find sleep again… both blessedly and disappointingly without gold and steel this time. Surprisingly enough, the memories of sand and blood and charred flesh didn’t resurge either. All in all, that had become one of her most restful nights in a long time that hadn’t been aided by alcohol or exhaustion.
Slowly the dreams of Edward became more and more erotic to the point that she didn’t stop thinking about him even during the day. He had infected her thoughts. Suddenly the red lacquer on her nails reminded her of his coat. The golden accents on her pen reminded her of his hair and eyes.
There were even a few abandoned strands of his golden hair she had found still clinging to her couch. She had safely tucked them away without even realizing what she was doing until she’d done it. And when the Colonel realized what she’d done, she’d not had the heart to dig the golden strands out to throw them away. She didn’t look at the bits of hair residing in a slim cream colored envelope tucked into her pen drawer underneath a few other items, but she did keep them.
Ishval still came in the night… That much was for certain as it was burned into her as surely as the burns that she’d inflicted upon Hawkeye’s back to remove the key points of her father’s research. But there was a lot more Edward, too. He was slowly shouldering aside most of her more vivid nightmares, making her nights far more pleasant than before despite how worrying such dreams were. Her informants communicated what they’d observed of that brat to her and she listened to those reports attentively, patently fooling herself into thinking it was just out of normal and wishfully-thinking parental concern she had thought herself to once have. She knew she was no parent to the boys, as evidenced by her romp with the elder of the brothers, but she did care for the both of them unequivocally. After all, it had been Rowan to draw the elder brother into the State Alchemist program. Perhaps the motion had been selfish and a way to decorate her achievements a bit more, but it also was to keep another from snapping them up, realizing how extraordinary Ed truly was and how Al’s armor was empty within. After seeing those two broken boys and realizing what they’d done, Rowan had taken steps to make sure Alphonse wouldn’t be discovered and destroy those two even further.
Of course the rest of the office had noticed her increasing distraction and absentmindedly blank stares into space when she should be working on the piles of paper that crossed her desk like clockwork. There were a few sly comments from Havoc and Breda. Fuery wasn’t the sort to tease in such a way and Falman’s humor had a tendency to be more subtle and smartass, typically playing off of his perfect memory. Of course Hawkeye herself had tongue lashed Rowan (behind closed doors, of course, because it wouldn’t do to degrade a superior officer in front of others and allow rumors to get out inadvertently) for the risk that Rowan had taken with the short alchemist. As Rowan had predicted, Hawkeye had not gone after Edward to similarly scold him as she had placed all the blame on Rowan’s shoulders. Rightly so, of course, for Rowan had seduced him, but Hawkeye had not reported it as she probably should have done. Despite the words the First Lieutenant leveled at her, Rowan recognized she still trusted Rowan enough to keep her secrets. The few smart aleck comments that Havoc made, of course, had been predicted as well. Surprisingly enough, Havoc’s comments weren’t as asinine as they could have been. She supposed it was because he was caught up with his most current girlfriend. Where Rowan had been termed a ‘man-eater’, Havoc had been sadly termed ‘desperate’ or perhaps even ‘serial dater’. The Colonel had privately entertained the thought on several occasions that, had she been born a man, she would have likely stolen many of his girlfriends from him.
But that was not what really mattered one night as she slipped the fingers of one hand south with images of gold and steel in her mind demanding her absolute attention. Her eyes gazed blankly at her dark ceiling, not really seeing the fan spin overhead. Her thoughts were turned inward as she pressed fingers between the folds of her already damp sex and rubbed at her clit. Her other hand slid over the spot where he’d left his mark though by now it had faded. He hadn’t even realized he’d made a love bite, but that little bit of a bruise wound up being admired every morning as she stood before her bathroom mirror after her daily shower without conscious thought.
She knew she was being ridiculous. She knew she shouldn’t be entertaining thoughts of getting at him again. She knew what she had done and what she wanted to do again was morally wrong, not to mention against the law in several ways considering their situation.
But right now she really didn’t care…
Rowan envisioned it was his fingers rather than hers on her breast as she toyed with herself. That the fingers pinching at a taught nipple were really his teeth nipping gently… The reason her hips arched at a particularly good touch at her sex was really him grinding into her…
She had a good imagination, but it lacked compared to him actually being there. Panting, she fingered herself as she played the scenes from her office in her mind and for a moment she convinced herself that his hands gripped her hips while she rode him. She groaned slightly, forgoing her usual tendency to strangle the noises she made, as she twisted her hips into her hand while she pumped herself with her fingers.
Digging at her sweet spot, Rowan brought herself to climax, but it left her wanting more and feeling decidedly empty. Growling angrily at the end of her fantasy, she buried herself into her covers and prayed sleep would rob her of this damn neediness.
What right did Edward Elric have in doing this to her? How the hell had he done this to her? She had merely intended to use him as a way for self-gratification as well as to satisfy a curiosity… Not to mention satisfy his dreams and perhaps make him a bit easier to handle. Now she missed him!
When her charge called the next day to report in, she had felt her tummy flip and realized that the little fuckhead had done it to her by merely speaking through a phone line. So, she did what she thought was best. She sent him to Youswell. Sure, she should have been the one to go out there to inspect how things were being run, but the advantage of being higher on the food chain was delegation of work. Rowan delegated this, hoping that by the time he finally found his way back to East City, she’d have whatever weird desires in her clamped down and safely tucked away where they wouldn’t cause any more trouble.
No such damn luck.
The dreams, if possible, had gotten worse at hearing his voice again. And she slipped into one of them without noticing it at all…
Their surroundings were blurred, indistinct. He, too, was sometimes just as indistinct, but it was him and to her that was all that mattered. The sensations were what ruled this dream world and his hands ran across her skin. Somehow they both felt like flesh despite the vague impression of the right hand being steel.
Fire ignited in her as she moaned at his possessive grip, finding the sheer pleasure of his hands kneading at her flesh exhilarating. And all it was at the moment was his hands. Fire spread through her limbs as she ran her hands over his head, tangling fingers in the luxuriant locks as she dragged him to meet her lips. She needed those lips.
He complied, but only because he wanted to and not because she wanted it. She was a supplicant, not in control, and the teen had generously chosen to lavish her with his attentions rather than her worshiping him. She was the beggar and he the generous lord giving what he willed when he wanted for his own amusement.
And she could feel the amusement. She couldn’t see the twist to his lips for the world was a blurry one, but he was amused. And he ravished her with that mouth as he continued slipping his hands across her breasts, pinching, tweaking, twisting as he went. The mouth went to her jaw and she lay helpless, incapable of even putting her arms about his shoulders as she submitted to his attentions. No, it was as if she had no arms to speak of, for they weren’t really needed for what he was doing to her in this lovely place.
Her need intensified as she felt hot… so hot and aching… and the presence of his cock was felt. A hardness, solidness, that she required so desperately. It teased at the edges of her pussy, barely brushing her lips. She needed it, she needed it! And when he finally drove it home…
She shot up gasping in the darkened bedroom, heart hammering in her ears and heat thrumming in her veins, before moaning and falling back to her pillows. Her panties were soaked through, her body vibrated with need, and fuck it all but he was refusing to leave her alone!
Was this what he meant by ‘nightmares’? She’d never had a wet dream so intense before and now she couldn’t shove it from her mind. Fingers went south and she rubbed furiously though she was quite certain her slender digits would have none of the lovely filling quality of Edward’s…
Goddamnit!
She swore in a low growl, jerking her hand away as she shot out of bed to go to the bathroom. Her puppy taunted her, teased her! Her puppy managed to demand all her attention even when he wasn’t there! That damn shorty puppy! Wait…
‘Her’ puppy?
She froze upon realizing the possessive tone to her thoughts. The air was still as she stood in the dark hallway while she processed the idea her mind had presented her. For a few minutes, she blankly thought at the direction her thoughts had gone. And then she groaned, palming her face in frustration, ignoring the smell of her musk lingering on her fingers from the brief probe to her sex. He was not simply her charge anymore. He wasn’t even just ‘Fullmetal’. There was no denying she’d lost whatever ‘parental’ leanings she’d fought to keep, though the brief thought of the tall and empty armor that held his brother’s soul did inspire such emotions. No… she couldn’t think of Ed as a sort-of son or even a nephew. She couldn’t process his image into that role in her life, though Alphonse solidly remained in that category. And she suddenly realized that she had been right in her statement… He had ruined her.
The next day, she spent her time working quietly at the office. The sudden lack of her usual ambiance had her men concerned about her, but she was trying to figure out how to tell one of the most important people in her life what was going on through her head. Eventually, after her lunch break had come and gone, she spoke quietly to Hawkeye, telling her of her little revelation. She told it plain and true, without reservation or hedging or any of it. Hawkeye would know if she tried to sidestep or contrive answers because, somehow, the blonde woman always knew. What Hawkeye told her surprised her. “You knew he was the kind to draw people in, Colonel.”
Such a matter-of-fact tone. And such a truth, too.
“If I would have realized how much he could draw someone in, I wouldn’t have touched him. I’d have given him a damn magazine!” she growled as she glared at the paperwork Hawkeye laid before her. Not that she was mad at her First Lieutenant or the paperwork (well, she could do without the paperwork), but still.
“Too late now,” mocked Hawkeye. One couldn’t tell by the inflections for it was her usual somber and reserved tone. Not unless one knew her. And Rowan knew her. She had known her for years, coming to see her like a little sister while she lived at Master Hawkeye’s house under his tutelage in alchemy. “Seems your time as a man-eater is over, Colonel.” Oh, that was certainly edged in audible amusement. Rowan glared at her aide and felt a great amount of annoyance rise up alongside her frustration.
“You might as well say ‘I told you so’,” grunted the Colonel, clasping her hands together on the desk before her as she glared at nothing. “Sly commentary is unbecoming.”
“I’m glad you finally realize that,” Hawkeye said somberly, the visible amusement carefully clamped down. Damn… she’d walked right into that one. Rowan eyed the crimson on her nails and frowned absently at them, noting the condition of the paint. She was running low on her favorite polish. She’d have to get some more… Realizing what she was doing, she mentally groaned again even as her eyes closed reflexively to hide the sudden surge of aggravation that hammered at her. Her currently favorite nail lacquer just so happened to be the exact shade of Edward’s blasted coat. And it had been her favorite since they’d tangled on the couch just over there. How was she supposed to concentrate on anything with that damnable thing so close?! “These documents are due tomorrow. I suggest you focus on what’s important for the time being.” Hawkeye intruded on her thoughts, bringing her back to the here and now. The Colonel was glad for it.
“You still have my back, Lieutenant?” Rowan asked softly. Hawkeye, who had turned to walk back to the office pool, looked at her superior officer.
“Yes, I do. Do not stray, ma’am.” And with that, the First Lieutenant returned to work, ensuring that her subordinates worked as well. Rowan turned and stared out the window behind her, looking at the grounds of Eastern Headquarters that were actually visible from the glass panes without actually seeing them. What a mess she was in…
‘I wish Fullmetal was here…’
Rowan, truly worried for herself, made arrangements to have a date, hoping that the distraction of a good-looking man that was of legal age would help push the boy she’d seduced from her mind. It had been a wonderful evening with dancing and a few lingering and suggestive touches… And she’d taken her chosen distraction to bed, riding him into the mattress. But it was all lacking. Rowan found that her company coming up incredibly short in some way or another. He had blonde hair, but the blonde wasn’t a pretty shade of rare gold. His eyes were blue, not a fascinating pure yellow. Sure, the two flesh hands were nice and experienced, but there was none of the trusting enthusiasm she’d gotten from Fullmetal. And his dick was not nearly as nice as her puppy’s. Granted, knowledge of how to use one’s equipment was preferable to a large cock, but still… Despite the ‘pleasurable company’ she’d had with James Braddock, the man she’d dated in hopes of driving Edward Elric out of her mind, the female Colonel turned the man out of her house and dumped him on the doorstep, leaving him thoroughly confused and quite disappointed even as she locked the door firmly in his face. She’d had enough of him. He’d not been a cure. He’d only aggravated the issue.
Instead, her puppy returned to her in the night, dreams of him and his body making the man she’d just used seem pale in comparison… And wasn’t that a hoot? A dream of a teenage boy being better than that of an actual flesh and blood man? It was something that had her wishing to both laugh and cry over when she woke up the next morning.
News came of the Blue Group initiating a hostage situation on a train… a train that contained Edward Elric and Alphonse Elric as passengers. The twist of pleasure at knowing she had an excuse to go to the train station and meet the hellion that had invaded her nights and taunted at the edges of her days was ruthlessly pushed down though it didn’t disappear. By the time the train had pulled into the station, she was there and waiting for the transfer of prisoners into military custody. She mocked the current bane of her existence, wishing that she could touch him and wishing that she didn’t have such a wish. The look on his face was uneasy, too, and definitely held lust there. He had not stopped dreaming about her… She both rejoiced and despaired. Had he lost interest, she might have been able to convince herself she was doing the same. But he hadn’t and she knew she’d have an excuse again to touch him.
Carefully, with all the practice of one well versed with politics and human psychology, she said a few comments that hid her real thoughts. She teased him for his slightly ill look, drawing more attention to the nigh disgust and unease rather than the underlying reason for it. It was for both their protection in this busy terminal.
And when that bastard Bald interrupted her splendid little verbal sparring match with Edward… Fullmetal, dammit! He was ‘Fullmetal’, not ‘Edward’ and she shouldn’t be having this sort of argument in her own damn head! Thank any deity that could hear that she had a good fucking poker face! When Bald interrupted the fight, she quickly toasted him and was pleased she’d not hurt him beyond a painful burn that went only epidermis deep and had avoided the tender eyes neatly. That would teach that irritating fucker to mess with her! Haughtily, she introduced herself to the terrorist when he demanded to know who she was.
“I am Rowan Mustang, rank Colonel… oh, and I am also known as the Flame Alchemist!”
Okay, so maybe she burnt him a little more than she should have… he literally smoked from his toasted clothes, but the bastard had also gotten some of the ire she felt for herself and for her situation.
‘Now if only I can get Fullmetal in my bed again and maybe this insanity will end…’
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