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Nightmares	By : Khait_Khepri Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Het - Male/Female Views: 2624 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: Edward finds himself having a bittersweet ‘nightmare’ in Rowan’s arms as he discovers that she understands better than he ever knew.
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It really was an odd situation Edward kept finding himself in. Mustang kept creeping into his dreams, fine fingers playing across his body and hot mouth surrounding his cock. He usually woke up taut as a wire and ready to come but never did he quite have the magic release that that bitch had worked him up to in reality. He used everything he could to distract him. That pretty girl Rose from Liore would have done nicely had she not been so caught up on her dead boyfriend, but she had starred briefly in his dreams only for her to morph into that bitch halfway through. Not that he was entirely insensitive to her pain for her lost lover, but he really wanted to evict Mustang out of his brain. Not even jacking off helped him much though it did relieve the pressure. However, Rosie Palm and her five sisters were extraordinarily lacking compared to Rowan Mustang, rank Colonel.
Of course Alphonse noticed his increasing ‘nightmares’… and boy did that phrase take on a new meaning when one separated the syllables out. Rowan Mustang bore the name of a wild horse and a female horse was a mare. And she almost always came to him every night. He and Alphonse were currently trekking back towards East City from New Optain after a bout through Youswell as per her ‘request’. He had studied all night long and now his usual ‘nightmare’ returned as he snoozed on the train. That tongue, those lips… good god, those hi...
It was not a pretty sight when some guy called him short while nudging him with his gun and he sprang into action to put a beat down like nothing he had ever done before on sheer instinct. Damn asshole had not only called him an ultra-tiny micro-shrimp that couldn’t hope to see over a grain of rice even if he jumped but he’d interrupted the good part, too! The resulting chaos of the whole hijacking bullshit helped cool some of his ire and his sexual frustration. Actually, the sexual frustration gave his fighting ability a whole new edge of ruthlessness. Fortunately he didn’t lose his cool so much that he totally lost control and actually inflicted permanent damage and/or death.
When they arrived in East City, he was immediately on guard the moment he laid eyes on her and he both wished for privacy as well as a shit-ton of people between them all at once for she looked at him with a dark, smoldering gaze even as she taunted him with that velvety, knowing voice. The lust that surged through him made him feel almost physically ill because he knew he shouldn’t want to pounce her but his body sure didn’t agree with him. He wanted her and didn’t want her all at once and Mustang made fun of the look on his face, knowing the truth but still directing the general thought process elsewhere for all the listening onlookers. It was smooth, he had to give that to her, but he wanted that mouth to be doing something other than mock him. Or, rather, it could mock him if she were doing divinely naughty things to him, too.
So there they were in her office, Edward ‘extorting’ information for their help with the train heist and Rowan giving into his ‘pressures’ without much fight. Alphonse could feel the tension between the two and knew that his brother had had sex with the Colonel. Edward shared almost everything with his brother and therefore had told Al ‘thank you’ and the reasons why right before he had more or less attacked his brother in a screaming rage of fury for having gone to Mustang in the first place. The pair, much to Alphonse’s consternation, was still wrangling but it was like they were talking at two completely different levels and that baffled him, especially when Edward flushed from a seemingly innocuous comment from the Colonel. What exactly was so flustering about having tea? But Al was very uncomfortable. It was obvious to him that he was a third wheel.
Edward stared at Mustang, mentally stripping that shapeless military uniform off of her and it was clear Mustang was doing much the same with her own eyes. If it hadn’t been for the fact that Al was there and there were things they needed to do, Edward would have already been ready to peel her out of that uniform the moment she said ‘come here’. But they were given the information on that Shou Tucker and they were off again with Mustang escorting them to this alchemist’s place.
Three days later, that terrible mess ended badly and when the MPs had come to take Tucker and Nina away, Mustang ordered them to get some rest while looking tired herself. But when she caught sight of Edward’s furious-yet-lost look on the steps of headquarters in the pouring rain and heard his heart-broken words about how they couldn’t save a little girl, her heart went out to him and revised her orders very quietly to the blonde. Edward complied, feeling numb, and went without his brother to the address that Mustang had given him, a key palmed in his hand.
Entering the residence, Ed immediately knew it was her house even as he pulled off his damp red coat and hung it on the coat rack near the door. The walls were plastered and painted white and the overall decorations were minimal. A crystal vase of pink carnations sat on a table. A crocheted afghan in ivory lay across the back of an otherwise dark brown couch with pale wood accents. A few tasteful prints were framed and hung here and there on the walls. A bookshelf stood with a variety of volumes slipped onto it. And there were a few photos on the fireplace mantle beneath a large oval mirror… There was one of Mustang looking a bit younger with shorter hair next to a dark haired man with blue eyes and a scruffy beard. Both were in the uniforms of lower ranked soldiers and outright smiling. For some reason, the man seemed familiar. There was another of the guys at the office gathered about. A few of some other people he didn’t recognize… and there was a single photo of him and his brother obviously oblivious to the photo being taken as both were staring down at a mess of books open on a table between them. So intent on the photographs, he didn’t register the sound of the front door opening and shutting or the footsteps that approached. He did jump when warm, slender hands unexpectedly gripped his shoulders.
“You found my prize possessions, I see,” came Mustang’s velvety voice at his ear as those hands drew him back into her chest, tucking his head under her chin. There was a hint of a tease but it was not the sort that left Edward angry and demeaned. Her arms encircled his shoulders in a hug as he stared at the mantle for a bit longer.
“I hate that I left Al alone,” he said softly.
“I had a talk with him, Edward,” she told him gently, squeezing him a bit. “He recognizes this hurt you far more than it hurt him. That Tucker said things to you that he should not have.” She pressed a kiss into his golden hair just behind and above his ear. ‘For such a hellion, he had very nice hair,’ she mused. “And he realized that perhaps I can help you where he could not.”
Edward didn’t respond to that and Rowan sighed, her lips still against his head though no longer formed into a kiss. She released him from the hug but did not let him go entirely. “Come,” she commanded gently. “Sit.” She guided him to the couch and made him settle down before she went to a sideboard in the corner that was decorated with a washstand pitcher and bowl. Opening the bottom up, she revealed her alcohol stash and pulled out a pair of glasses as well as a bottle of whiskey. Returning to the couch, she saw that he was still staring blankly ahead of him, his eyes fastened to the coffee table as if it held the answer for his troubles. “Normally, I wouldn’t indulge you in this, but… sometimes a little drink helps with this sort of thing.” He looked up with surprised yellow eyes as she sat the glasses down and opened the bottle to pour. “As long as it doesn’t become a crutch, a little indulgence is never bad.” Two fingers of whiskey in each tumbler later, she pressed a glass into his hand.
“I’m a minor,” he told her dully, eyeing the golden liquid with distrust while remembering Youswell.
“We’ve already had this conversation,” she replied evenly and took a sip of the alcohol. Perhaps this contact with him would burn out her insanity… “This is not the whiskey I lightly share. Only Hughes has ever had any out of this bottle. The only reason the Lieutenant hasn’t is because she is not fond of drinking.”
“Hughes?” asked Ed, taking a curious sniff.
“You met him once at the Battle Royale… He was the announcer. You’ll be able to meet him again, though. He’s been called out here to take Tucker back to Central. He’s head of the Military Police and an old friend of mine.” She pointed at the picture of the younger version of her and the grinning man up on the mantle. “That’s him.” Ed glanced up at the picture and blinked, suddenly registering where he’d seen that face before. “Back when we were still green and idealistic and general fools. Those were good days.”
“Did you ever…?” He left the question hanging, thinking about the rumors of the men she’d been with.
“Sleep with him? No. Hughes and I are like brother and sister. Besides, by the time I might have been interested, he’d fallen in love with another woman and honestly it is probably for the best. She keeps him grounded. The man is extremely flighty and we wind up more often than not arguing to high heaven and back over far too many things.” ‘Not to mention his continual haranguing that I need to find a husband,’ she mused sourly. Sometimes Rowan felt that Maes Hughes behaved like she was one of the guys and in dire need of someone to keep her grounded. Rowan returned to the present to catch Edward sipping experimentally at the alcohol before making a slight gagging noise. “Do not mock my whiskey. That is the highest grade of whiskey you can possibly get,” she said tartly. “And if you keep going, the smoother it gets.”
“Don’t you mean the further I keep going the number my taste buds get?” he retorted.
“That, too,” she chuckled in acknowledgement, tipping her glass at him in a kind of ‘cheers’. “But only with the bad stuff.” Sipping on her whiskey, she watched as he tried it again… and again. The liquor disappeared slowly from his glass, the level edging down towards the bottom.
“It’s hot in here,” he said finally, tugging at the collar of his short jacket.
“That’s alcohol for you,” Rowan mused as he worked the short jacket off. She herself had immediately discarded her military jacket the moment she’d entered the house, hanging it next to his coat on the rack near the door. Settling back, she observed his slightly flushed state courtesy of the liquor burning through him. He was inexperienced with the effects of alcohol and his reactions were adorable as he tasted the fine liquor again. Knocking back the last of her whiskey in one fell swoop as it was little more than a shot at that point, she turned to pour a bit more. Rowan thanked her lucky stars that Hawkeye had conveniently arranged things so that she could have the rest of the day off. If she was going to drink, then she needed to stay away from the office.
The hesitant hand that appeared on her arm suddenly made her extremely grateful. “Mustang?” came Ed’s equally hesitant voice and she smiled even as she stoppered the bottle and set it down.
“You can call me Rowan when we’re alone, Edward,” she told him as she shifted to look at him. He was looking at her with that lost expression and she placed her hand over his where it lay on her arm and took it up. Bringing it to her lips, she pressed the gloved palm to her mouth and kissed it. Edward stared as he felt the press of her lips against his flesh hand, the heat of the alcohol burning in his veins. He realized he had only drunk a little, but the whiskey was far more potent than any alcohol he had ever tried before and it fuzzed his mind slightly. He felt himself tremble as she brought his hand down a little bit before nipping her teeth against the very tip of his middle finger, catching the fabric between them, and tugging the glove off of his hand. His heart hammered in his chest as he watched and felt her do that. His wrist suddenly felt like it was extremely sensitive as she used the hand that gripped his to stroke a thumb across the veins and nerves there.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, his voice suddenly breathy as his index finger was drawn between her pretty lips. Her tongue danced against it before she sucked, and Edward realized suddenly how phallic fingers looked and damn if that didn’t make blood rush down into his crotch. He sat and watched as she made out with his hand and wrist. Rowan’s eyes remained on him even as she worked his hand and delighted that some of the lost look disappeared in the warmth of wonder and heat of lust. Releasing his index finger, she drew his hand up the side of her face and ran a tongue down the veins of his wrist before kissing up his arm. She never made it halfway up his forearm before he pushed himself close while hooking the arm she had been kissing around the back of her head so that she couldn’t avoid the crush of his lips against hers.
And crush them he did as he tried to communicate the needy desire for both her body and the easing of the guilt in his heart. She felt wet on her face as he kissed her roughly, demanding much of her mouth even as he remained fairly chaste with the rest of his body against hers for there were no roving hands. He merely hugged and kissed her and Rowan realized there were tears on her face, but they weren’t hers… They were his. Her heart ached for him as she encircled him with her arms, holding him as he pressed more needy kisses against her lips before trailing across her cheek and into her jaw.
One of her hands came up and worked his braid out so that she might comb through the golden tresses while he sought solace in her arms. This hadn’t been what she’d expected of their second meeting, but this in so many ways was better. Or was it? His innocence was so attractive and he clung to her even as he trembled and kissed and cried, practically piled into her lap as he lavished her with kisses that painted his pain.
And there were mumbled sobs in those kisses, describing how he hated not being strong enough to protect a little girl and how he had been incapable of protecting his brother, too. How Tucker had been right in the fact he’d played god when he tried to bring his mother back and how he was such a failure… Rowan had the urge to tell him, no, he wasn’t a failure and that Tucker had been wrong, that Al was well protected despite everything and how what had happened to Nina had been out of their control. But she kept her tongue still on the matter because the words would sound empty to the distraught Fullmetal Alchemist. And she privately felt honored that he’d cry on her despite everything she’d done to him. But then again, despite all his bullheadedness and all his seeming grown-up attitudes, he was still a fifteen-year-old boy that was as bright-eyed and hopeful as she had been before she’d gone to Ishval. Harsh lessons like this always stripped the innocence away. And he was digging herself further into her heart. She greedily took his kisses and his pain and realized she wasn’t burning him out of her system. He was climbing deeper in her, not being dug out. And Rowan decided she didn’t mind too much. She could, possibly, remove her need for him later. Her charge, her puppy, her little alchemist… He needed her right now.
Finally, he pulled away and his face was horrified and streaked with tears, eyes a little puffy and reddened. Edward couldn’t believe he’d lost it all over Mustang. This was the bitch that invaded his dreams, taunted him, held him in check with blackmail, and had essentially molested him last month and… and she was looking at him with sad, knowing eyes. He was mortified that he’d essentially bared his soul to her. Why was she looking at him like that? He shouldn’t have let his mouth run away from him. How could she know his pain?
Rowan could see the confusion and horror and revulsion on Edward’s face as he began to push away, but she grabbed his arms and dragged him back to her. There was no way she’d let him run. Not after he had just cried on her. “Hey!” he yelped as she pulled him down on her again. “What’re you…?” Her mouth silenced him and he realized that her tongue was pressing at his lips, demanding entrance and smelling of whiskey. He tried to pull away with a protesting grunt, but her hand was there on the back of his head and keeping him from writhing away. Edward wasn’t going to have it. He shoved away again, one hand pressed just under her breasts against her abdomen and the other braced against the back of her couch. She looked up at him with her usual burning intensity but also appeared slightly miffed. Good. She was mad. Her gloves weren’t in sight. He had her right where he wanted her. “The hell, Mustang?!” he snapped.
“Didn’t I say you could call me Rowan?” she replied coolly. Her voice was completely at odds with her stare and the feeling of fire and ice sent a shiver up his back. Despite not having her gloves immediately on hand, this was the Flame Alchemist still. A hand ran up the back of his leg and his eyes widened as it reached the juncture where his thigh met his butt. “And I am trying to make you feel better.”
“By molesting me again?” he demanded crossly, not wanting to give away how his body was already reacting to her touches. He knew she probably noticed, but he didn’t want her to know.
“If that’s what it takes, why not?” she purred, though she still glared at him. That hand of hers cupped his ass cheek and squeezed it. “Nice ass,” she commented as she succumbed to her desire for him, peering to his side like she could see around it. He flushed both from the comments and the touches, the lingering feel of alcohol forcing a loss of fine control. “Now, do I have to give you more of my whiskey so that you loosen up some? The point of this is to relieve some of your stress and either alcohol or sex will do the trick. Granted, a lot of times those two options go hand in hand.” She smirked at him as she kneaded his buttocks while he stared at her in shock. “Understand this, Edward. I may not know precisely what you are going through, but I do understand your pain better than you know. Ishval was… no walk in the park. I am called a ‘heroine’ by the people of Amestris, but I have no doubt that I’m used to terrorize Ishvalan children into behaving. I have seen much, done much, and there are many things I regret. You couldn’t protect a little girl. I couldn’t protect many soldiers that fell under my care.” Her face had lost the mocking smirk, the piercing glare, and any other look she had often given him when he was being loud or annoying. Her hands were still. She looked at him with sad, old eyes as he knelt over her lap. Eyes that he was suddenly transfixed by… “I do understand, Edward. And unlike you, I didn’t have someone with previous experience to help me through it. The only ones that could help had just gone through the war, too, and were too close to the pain I felt in order to be of much use.” The hand that had cupped his ass now cupped his cheek and she ran a thumb over the dried tear tracks only for them to be wetted again by the tears that welled up. “Come here…”
The warmth of that command had him diving into her arms like he might have his long-dead mother’s. Only he wanted these arms to hold him tightly as her lips spoke sweetly into his ears before kissing on him and loving him in ways a mother never would. Edward’s lips found Rowan’s and he allowed her entrance quickly this time as he sent his hands to wander her form. She understood. She understood. And he felt gratefulness that there was someone here that could protect him a little. That this person didn’t need him to be strong or tough or brazen like he had to be out there in the real world.
The buttons of her white shirt were done up properly this time, but it meant little to Ed as he worked at them with his fingers while he kept his mouth pressed to hers. He wanted to touch her skin again after so many nights and days dreaming of it. Breathing out through his nose, he felt her right hand run down his left arm and knew that the other was doing the same to his automail as she made little pleased noises into his throat. He wrestled her tongue back into her mouth using his own as he found success in undoing all her buttons. He pulled free of her mouth and tugged the hem of the shirt free of those blasted military pants. Her eyes danced as she watched him with amusement, taking delight as he worked at the button and zipper of her pants. Ah, her little alchemist was in control of the situation between them and she hoped that he was thoroughly distracted by her to feel a little relief. It was a little sick that she was doing this again, in this position with him again, but he was using her right now and he needed this far more than she did. Those silky strands of aureate hair hung about his shoulders and framed his face. Rowan had never been much for long hair on men, mostly because that sick fuck Kimblee with all his damnable mind games had long hair, but on Edward she found she really liked it.
Impulsively, she reached up to twine a finger with her red lacquered nail, still the color of his coat, in one of the tresses that hung down close enough for her to finger and he looked up from where he’d gotten her pants off her hips to give her a curious glance. Ah… her puppy was so sweet. Letting the hair go, she kicked off her boots with practiced ease and lifted her hips so that he might undress her lower half. He saw that today she wore red lacy panties of the same color as her nails that allowed delicious hints of pale golden cream skin to peek through the gaps of the lace. How she wore that he didn’t know as lace looked more itchy than wool to him. But it looked really good at the same time. He eyed her curiously again, wondering if she’d intended to impress someone with the underwear. She got his silent question.
“A woman feels more powerful if she’s got something a little racy under her clothes,” she told him with a smirk and a smoldering look. “Doesn’t matter if no one else sees, but if she knows she is wearing pretty lingerie, she feels more confident. On the days I can wear dark shirts, I often wear pretty colored bras, too. And if a man were to come along and unwrap the packaging to discover the little surprise… Doesn’t it make you hot to see it?” Oh, what a lying twit she was. Part of her had used the damn things to help give her confidence against seeing him because she had known he was on his way back. Now that Edward was undressing her, she was glad she had worn them. She wanted him to feel as helplessly drawn to her as she was to him.
He had to admit it did make him hot. It was like a pretty covering that told him of the fun to be had underneath and he decided at that moment he wanted to leave the red lace right where it was until a bit later. “You must wear this sort of thing a lot,” he remarked with a surprising amount of droll levity considering his distress just a little bit ago.
“Why, yes… yes I do,” she chuckled even as he began to climb back on her, squashing down the guilt she felt at the desire running through her. “Ah… before we continue… how about we move to someplace more comfortable than a couch?”
“Okay,” he agreed, not seeing the point but willing to go along with it. He pushed back and watched her slide fluidly out from under him, smooth pale legs deliberately sliding against his crotch one after another as she moved to get up. His heart leapt into his throat and his cock promptly stiffened the rest of the way at the maneuvers. Blushing heatedly from his sudden arousal that pressed against leather pants, Edward watched his superior officer sashay away from the couch and towards the stairs. Oh, those hips… She rolled them seductively as she shimmied out of her button down, revealing her pretty shoulders as it slid off to pool at the foot of the stairs.
“Coming, Edward?” she purred over her shoulder and suddenly Edward found his mind a million kilometers away from thoughts of Nina or Tucker or anything save for the promise of red lace. Following her like an obedient puppy, he climbed the stairs awkwardly due to his erection making his pants a little too tight but he hardly noticed as he was more interested in ogling her shapely ass. He had noticed the last time that he’d seen her body that she was fit but not overly muscular. There was a softness to her body that made it more ‘woman’ without being flabby. The fact her stomach rolled a bit when she bent at the waist and pooched ever so slightly when she stood straight meant that she was not disgustingly thin. Complete with rounded arms, a very nicely shaped backside, and a pair of hips that made most men drool… yes… Rowan was certainly right about being a favorite for wet dreams. Especially his.
He barely realized it as he stepped to the top of the stairs. All he saw was her moving towards a door, presumably a bedroom, and casting a saucy smirk over her shoulder at him. Edward Elric refused to admit how he scrambled after her fine posterior with that one inviting look, but oh how he scrambled. Palming her hips as she stepped through the door, he hated suddenly how short he was because he wanted that damn shoulder of hers. As it was, the tall woman chuckled lowly as he thrust his pelvis into her from behind and pressing kisses into her shoulder blades, letting her know how turned on he was. Edward caught sight of the window in the room and realized it was still raining. The ache in his ports had been peripheral to his despair over Nina as well as the subsequent comfort that Rowan was giving him right now. The ache was now almost pleasurable compared to how it normally felt and he ignored the sensation in favor of watching her sit on her queen size four-poster bed. The posts weren’t tall, he vaguely noticed as he moved towards her, but they were thick and sturdy looking.
Rowan was looking at her… lover? Paramour? She wasn’t sure what to call him at this point. She was at the point her guilt was rapidly dying and she wanted to keep him to herself regardless of the consequences. What mattered was that he looked at her with need and desire as he advanced on her. Even if it was coming from a teenager that she’d more or less had manipulated into this position, the surge of power and joy she felt at having someone want her… need her… was something that she took true delight in. And suddenly the thought of ‘who has truly manipulated whom?’ ran through her mind as he pressed against her seated form before drawing her legs about his hips. Alphonse had spoken up, and she had fallen right into a trap far more ensnaring than the one that she had set for the little blonde. Hawkeye was right. He did draw people in. And she didn’t want to get away anymore…
Edward kissed her passionately, feeling the swell of still-covered breasts against his chest that remained clothed as well. Shapely arms lay about his shoulders as she murmured sweetly into his mouth, setting fire in his loins as he interpreted the sounds into promises of passion and possession. Ed had never been one to submit to someone before, but this woman he had before him demanded submission while submitting and the feeling of power along with the feeling of helplessness twined through him even as lacquered nails toyed with his hair.
“I have missed you, sweetheart,” she murmured in his ear. The words were true, though she hadn’t expected an endearment passing from her lips so quick after her mental surrender to him. Rowan took the lobe between her teeth and suckled it. The sensations were nice but what really made him just about fall to the floor was when she slid that pretty tongue of hers right up under and behind the shell of his ear and he gasped, burying his face into her shoulder at the incredible jolt that shot through him. Arms uncoiled from his shoulders before sliding down and then up under his tank top. “And I’ve missed these, too,” she purred, feeling up his abdominal muscles with swirling sweeps of her thumbs as she massaged him. He sagged a bit into that touch and she nipped at the juncture of his neck and collarbone, making him even weaker in the knees.
He groaned as she once again turned him into putty, uncertain if even a locked automail knee would be enough to keep him upright. Rowan was absolutely delighted by his sheer responsiveness. If she did it just right again, she’d have him mewling like a kitten and writhing in pleasure just like last time. “Having a hard time?” she breathed into his neck before lapping at where she’d nipped him.
‘Hard time? Yes… hard time,’ said a corner of Ed’s brain. Very hard time in the pa…oh, woah… She was palming his tented leather trousers with that hand and oh… he wanted to come right now but it felt too good to have such a letdown and… Zipper… that was his zipper sliding down and her hand slipped under the leather to free his erection from his boxers. Relief washed through him for a moment. It was not so tight anymore. She was humming against his throat as she neatly supported him with one hand at the small of his back, keeping him close to her even as the hand that had freed him wrapped around the shaft of his weeping erection. Oh, yes… Rosie and her fucking sisters could go to hell. He mewled as she slid a thumb over the tip of his cock and slid the pre-cum down his erection.
“You won’t be able to stand up soon,” she murmured with a wry amusement. “Because I’ll ensure it.” Edward couldn’t think straight as the woman that was wrapped around him started to jack him off and his eyes slid in and out of focus as she performed her ministrations on him. When she stopped, he groaned… out and out groaned in sick disappointment. “Oh calm down…” she fussed at him, dragging his head down to her lips for a kiss. “Get off the shirt but leave the pants on. I like the idea of seeing them on this time.” He hastily complied and also pulled off the glove from his automail had remained even after she’d pulled off the other downstairs. She shifted, gesturing for him to get on the bed and he climbed up, feeling ridiculous with his pants on and his dick poking out. Two quick tugs, one at each foot (though he felt one closer to his port rather than his foot), had him divested of his boots by her hands and he turned to lay back on the pillows only to find her bearing down on him with her dark eyes alight with deep amusement. He barely had time to settle back before she was on him.
That was the last thing he saw as stars exploded across his vision at the feeling of her mouth covering his aching member. “Oh!” he gasped, arching into her touch with an amazed look on his face. “Mu…ah…!” A pinch to his inner thigh through leather told him that he’d nearly messed up again. “Rowan!” She hummed and the stars turned into supernovas as the vibrations shot through him. His hands scrambled about until he found a handhold in her hair. Carefully with what little sense he currently possessed, he ensured he did not tangle his automail fingers tightly, not wanting to rip out her hair. “Ro…” he panted as she sucked hard on him. “Rowan…” Her name became a prayer and a curse rolled into one. “Oh… oh, god…” Was that him begging her? Edward wasn’t sure. He certainly wasn’t coherent enough to make heads or tails of his pleas. That tongue of hers danced up and down, swirling about him and it was so hot in here as she pumped him and touched him.
Rowan just about laughed. She’d made the little agnostic ‘see god’ just by giving him a good working over with her tongue and mouth. As it was, she hummed again, seeing him writhe and moan her name again in sheer pleasure, and then began sucking his cock like it was a very large straw even as she slid her hand up and down the base before reaching to fondle his balls through leather. He moaned her name once more and came explosively into her mouth. Well… whoops. Again, she lapped the salty substance from her lips and swallowed the load as she backed away. He sagged back into the sheets of her bed, panting and flushed and looking thoroughly fucked. His form was sprawled, chest heaving, and eyes lidded as he gazed down at her. Oh, her little alchemist... She thought that with a fond smile at him while marveling at her easy surrender. He really was something quite extraordinary. “Would you like a lesson?” Rowan asked him. He blinked sleepily, having been sated just as thoroughly as the last time before humming an affirmation. “How would you like to learn how to essentially give a girl a ‘blow job’?”
“Okay…” he murmured, confused as she crawled up to lie next to him. Red lacquered fingernails lightly scratched down his abdominals making his stomach jump at the touch. “How?” She smiled at him. So eager to learn all the time… It really was endearing.
“Well, first, we’re going to have to switch places,” she purred and he blinked at her until she gestured down to the foot of the bed. “You go down there, sweetie.”
“Oh…” he edged down before looking at his still clothed bottom half. “Um… can I take this off? I look weird with that just hanging out.”
“You look sexy to me,” Rowan told him as she scooted up into a half-sitting position. “I first thought the leather was… something silly for a kid… but you… I have to say you definitely are a fit for it. And with that pretty cock of yours hanging out? Ooh, it looks even better.” Edward flushed at the naughty words his commanding officer was sticking in his ears. She thought he looked hot like this? He had no idea the image he created with his fit body, gleaming steel, golden eyes and hair, and still-exposed cock. He had no idea just how sexy he looked to her. But he could see her eying him with a hunger that made him hot and he felt himself harden a bit at her luscious praise and heavy gaze. “Now… I’m going to have to have this taken off if we are to proceed… unless you want to just push it aside?”
Peel the red lacy bit off of the sexy woman in front of him? The mere thought of it had his cock harden a bit further despite his exhaustion. He didn’t know if pushing it aside would be better or not, so he decided that he’d help her out of her panties. Hooking steel and flesh fingers into the sides of her underwear, he tugged gently only to watch her lift her hips up and allow him to expose her damp sex with its thatch of black curls trimmed short and neat. The damp lace panties slid free down her legs and off her ankles to land on the quilt near his knees. And that was when she spread her legs for him, reaching one slender hand down to slide red-tipped fingers between the folds as she eyed him.
“Proper term for this is, like a blow job, oral sex… but many nicknames have been invented for it. Eating pussy, carpet munching… stuff like that. All it is… is using your tongue and lips on me down here.” She slowly fingered herself and Ed’s eyes were riveted to the sight. “Fingers and all you can use, too… but a lot of people enjoy it… perhaps you will too. Now, come here.” He went, lying down on his stomach so that he might have better access. “And feel free to experiment. Again, remember to listen to the sounds I make, alright?”
“Okay,” he said, a little wide-eyed as he cautiously reached out. His flesh fingers were caught by hers and he felt her guide them over an odd little nub.
“That’s the clitoris,” she informed him, thrilled at the touch of his fingers there after a month of using her own. “A nice little bundle of nerves.” She directed his fingers down to rim the outer edge of her opening only to give a little shudder at the feeling of his fingers touching her sex. “Ah… that’s the vagina, but I’m sure you figured that out… What I want you to feel…” Rowan directed a finger inside of her. “That… right there… the spongy part at the front… another sensitive place that you can pleasure and often called the G-spot. Pressing against it with your fingers in a hooking motion works best…” She let go of his hand as it was still buried in her wet pussy. “Go on,” she encouraged, amused by his conflicting expression of concentration and wonder.
At first, he just fingered her experimentally with his flesh hand before bringing his automail hand up to join in. The feel of cold steel against her nether region felt like going to the gynecologist for a moment, but the fact it wasn’t that annoying little pap-smear device thing (she never bothered to remember the name of it) quickly presented itself by the sheer dexterity that the cold bits of steel displayed as they nudged at her clit while his flesh fingers hooked into her vagina. The pleasure that ran through her wasn’t very high yet, but she waited and enjoyed what she was getting so far for she knew one very good thing about Edward Elric. He had an insatiable curiosity.
Edward was getting his fill of the mechanics of Rowan’s pussy before the wondering thought of how it would be to taste her entered his mind. She’d twice consumed the semen his own cock had produced… and he felt said cock twitch against the slightly scratchy cotton quilt at the thought, eliciting a slight hiss of pleasure from him. Now here she was, legs open to him and… she smelled of musky damp from down here that made him think ‘sex’. There was a sticky fluid she was producing like natural lubrication that he had vaguely noticed before and he withdrew his flesh fingers that were coated in it to sniff it and then lick it. While not a flavor he would naturally go for as it was bitter, it was somehow appetizing and drove a curious itching hunger through him as well as a bolt of desire. He wanted to see what it was like at the source paired with the taste of her skin. Nudging himself further forward, he stuck his tongue out to rim the edge of Rowan’s waiting sex and was surprised when the flesh jumped a bit, tensing in surprise. It had tensed when he’d touched it with his automail hand but she’d relaxed after a bit and he assumed it was a similar reaction.
Rowan was just amazed he’d already gotten to that point. Some men took a lot of persuasion to get face to pussy and other men refused to do it though they didn’t mind being sucked off. Edward, the little shit, seemed to all but dive in. He flicked that tongue into her and she promptly melted at the sensation of being tongue-fucked as he curled it up into that sweet spot she’d shown him. His nose nudged at her clit, adding to her delight and she quivered as she reached down to bury her hands in his hair, encouraging him by letting out the little noises that she had a tendency to stifle for she had a little bit of a dominatrix leaning when it came to her sexual encounters. But this… having him eat her out was amazing. And… oh… he swirled his tongue around her vaginal walls, eliciting a delighted gasp that slipped into a moan as that tongue slid out and up over her clit. Slicked with both spit and her own juices, he toyed over that nub. Edward tuned into the fact that repeated motions didn’t elicit the same response as changing the game up. When he performed different maneuvers, she writhed like an eel while mewling his name and clamping her thighs down over his ears. He shoved automail fingers into her slicked sex, doing that digging motion she had told him about and she arched up, forcing him up a bit as she squealed in surprise despite the fact he couldn’t hear as well with her thighs clamped about his head. Rowan’s mind fuzzed as she got a surprisingly good carpet munching from Edward and then he went and upped the feelings shooting through her again as he latched his lips about her clit and sucked. Immediately, she orgasmed as she moaned his name loudly. “Edward!”
Falling limply to the bed, she let go her prisoner and he lay there staring at her with stunned golden eyes. “Um… is it always like that?” he asked, face smeared with her juices.
“Oh, not always,” she murmured delightedly. “Oh, my god… Get up here. I need to kiss you.” He scrambled up and she felt him climb on top of her, hard cock pressing into her lower abdomen as she tugged him flush against her. Pressing hot lips against sex-slicked ones, Rowan began to ravish her teenage paramour with kisses that slowly cleaned the stains off his face. He fell greedily into those kisses, too, as he met her lips with his before kissing chin when she took nose and lapping at jaw when she licked his. Oh, her little prize. Her little alchemist. And he was hers. She was going to keep him perfectly wrapped about her finger and next to her, preventing him from leaving her all alone. She was going to keep him as her secret, her pretty one, until he was old enough to show off. And wouldn’t she just show him off? Her guilt was all gone. She had no doubts anymore. Edward Elric was hers.
Finally, once she’d cleaned his face, delighting in the taste of herself on his sweet flushed cheeks, she gave him a searing, toe-curling kiss before ordering, “Get my bra off now and start kissing my tits.” And oh, how he complied. The moment white satin was gone, his mouth was lavishing her chest with adoration as he ground into her leg. Frantically, he sucked at one peaked nipple before lightly nipping at the other, hands working her flesh as he panted. His automail hand came up to neatly cover her left breast. Her nipple poked between his index and middle fingers as if trying to demand attention though the metal fingers lightly kneaded at the flesh. His attention at the moment was on her right breast as he bit hard at the slope between her boobs before soothing the irritated flesh with kisses and light sucking. Her hands toyed with his hair, ran along the edge of his arm’s port, and smoothed and scratched along his back as she gasped and groaned under his delightful mouth.
Edward couldn’t handle the strain much more, he ached so much. Finally having enough, he stopped lavishing her breasts with attention and merely rested against them even as he directed his cock between her waiting legs. She arched her body into him as he began to fuck her, not minding the feeling of leather encasing his legs or the fact that he’d stopped paying much attention to anything save for the feeling of dick and pussy. Realizing that the breast he had before him was bouncing invitingly, he latched onto it again, sucking the nipple like he was a babe and it might produce the fluid he disliked. One hand fisted into his hair and pressed him harder into that breast and he momentarily faltered to adjust and resumed his pace. Eventually, keeping up both ministrations and pumping became too much and he pushed back so that he might at least rest his aching shoulders. Hooking her shapely legs further up onto his waist, he continued pumping and watching her as she twisted on the sheets. Her eyes would open a little before sliding shut and her face twisted with such beautiful expressions that seemed like she was being tortured until one realized that she was in the throes of passion.
He fought to keep himself from going over the edge, wanting to see if he could drive her up and over again. But his will was weakening and he maneuvered his flesh hand into her clit and stroked at it, hoping to high heaven it would help. The delighted yell of “Edward!” told him he was doing something right if nothing else. Shit… he paused, not letting up his working of her clit while he panted hard. This was harder than sparring with Alphonse. “Tired?” she asked solemnly, eyeing him with concern though she was flushed and breathing hard. He was hot and sweat-slicked at this point and he nodded as he panted. She took a moment from her high to note how incredibly beautiful her Adonis looked, hair trailing and stuck to his neck and shoulders, skin gleaming from sweat. And knowing what exactly was buried between her legs had her smirk before deliberately clamping down right about him. He actually squeaked in surprise before staring at her in bewilderment.
“You can… control that?” he asked, his voice breathy and eyes wondering.
“A little practice is all it takes,” she smirked. “Now are you going to take me or not?” That was a taunt. A very nice sort of taunt. A taunt that he grinned at as she relaxed before deliberately clamping again.
“Sure…” he smirked before thrusting into her again, having gotten his second wind with that little demonstration. This time, he sent her up and over and the muscles clamping down around his throbbing, aching cock weren’t as a tease but rather the spasms of orgasm. He nearly came as well right in her but hastily dragged himself out. He didn’t get the chance to do much else as he climaxed all over her quilt and her damp crotch. Panting and tired, he sagged down and crawled wearily up to lay next to her. Rowan smiled as he snuggled into her side, eyes shut and body limp. Carefully, she maneuvered the covers out from underneath them though with the sheer weight of muscle and steel, moving the defiled quilt out from under him was hard. She took the time to mop up the semen off her pussy, not wanting to risk the chance of pregnancy despite it being highly unlikely as he hadn’t come in her… pre-cum aside of course.
He murmured sleepily as she settled him in and felt his arm cross over her stomach in a warm embrace as he nuzzled her breast. Carefully picking away strands of sweaty hair clinging to his face, she eyed her prize again as he passed out. “Oh, Edward… my Edward,” she said in a singsong voice. “And you are mine. I won’t let any other woman have you.” Now, to make sure he turned sixteen and got out of the military soonish while ensuring he’d not run off the moment he didn’t have to report to her anymore. Yes… there was much to do.
Contentedly, she fell asleep in his arms, red nails still teasing at his hair before they stilled from sleep overtaking her. The pair didn’t know that the next day would bring news of Tucker and Nina’s murder, the revelation that the State Alchemist killer known as Scar was in East City, a very precarious fight in the pouring rain between the serial killer and Edward, Ed’s near death, her own near fatal meeting with the ‘right hand of destruction’, and the Elrics disappearing to Resembool for repairs only to leave her behind for some time while they gallivanted about Central.
Rowan also had no idea that her old friend Maes Hughes would pick up on the sexual vibes between her and Edward and would begin to tease her about needing to get a husband with more fervor than ever before, hinting at blonde hair and strong arms, giving his support despite the issues he knew they’d face.
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