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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.

Chapter List
- 6
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- 8
Summary: He asked her about the nightmares she had from Ishval. She told him in painful detail.
Note: Since the last two chapters were without having sex scenes, I’ve been super nice and included two in this one.
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When Edward awoke, it was dark out and Alphonse had obviously not returned. He sighted the blood smeared pistol of Hawkeye’s and realized he needed to return it to her… but he desperately wanted to go to Rowan as well. Knowing that Hawkeye was now in the Fuhrer’s grasp as his ‘aide’ did not make him capable of deciding any better. And truthfully… he needed Rowan more than he needed her trusty sniper sidekick. Dressing in simple and not too conspicuous clothing, he left a note on the coffee table telling Alphonse where he was going before heading downstairs and calling Rowan’s office. He got ahold of Breda and the man easily gave him the address for Rowan’s new flat here in Central without question or knowing inflection. Ed had decided to turn the gun over to her rather than Hawkeye, figuring that Rowan would still likely see the other female despite current circumstances. Why the Fuhrer felt she was an excellent hostage, Edward didn’t know. Why the Fuhrer also figured Winry to be a love interest of his was also a mystery. He supposed Winry had done it herself when she’d chatted with Bradley during the whole ‘baiting Scar’ incident.
He hurried through dark streets, eager to see the woman that had driven him to distraction and back again. He had questions… and he knew they would likely be painful ones as they concerned Ishval and what had happened there. Edward found her apartment and rapped on the door, calling out ‘Colonel’. He hoped she was there. And she was. She opened the door, looking down at him in surprise. “What are you doing here?” she asked, amazed at seeing Edward on her doorstep, dressed in the clothes she’d seen him in at headquarters and looking positively sexy despite his rumpled appearance. He was growing, she noticed, because the top of his head was a little higher than her shoulder now.
“I… wanted to return something of Hawkeye’s,” he said with a blush. Her mind scrambled as she looked at him blankly. Suddenly it occurred to her what he was talking about. Why on earth had he chosen to bring Hawkeye’s pistol here instead of to the woman it belonged to? But those golden eyes of his spoke of another reason he had come and she moved to the side.
“Of course. Come in,” she invited. He stepped into her apartment, noting that there were still boxes stacked up. “I’m sorry about the mess. I have been… busy.” She shut the door behind him. The moment she had it locked, she was pressing her chest into his backside, pulling him close. “I’ve missed you, Edward,” she groaned. He was truly a drug to her. “And I have half a mind to keep you locked up until you have a less brazen head on your shoulders.” He coughed a laugh, the smug little shit. Twisting his head about, he saw her frown at him at his blatant cheekiness.
“You like my devil-may-care attitude,” he remarked.
“Not when it gives me a heart attack,” she snapped back as she released him. He pulled the gun out and laid it on the table. “What the…?” Rowan stared at the weapon that was coated in blood, worry welling up in her.
“It’s not mine,” he assured her hastily. “I’m fine. No major wounds.” He was not going to tell her about the fucked up mess he’d found himself in after being devoured by Gluttony considering the statement she’d just made. “But… I have some questions.” There was a wariness there in his eyes and she wondered what made him look like that. “About Ishval.”
‘Of course,’ she thought bitterly. ‘He would ask about that on a night where the dead are insistent to haunt the living.’
“I see,” she said softly and saw him cringe at her words. She supposed the dark humor she felt helped with that cringe, too. “Let me make some tea,” she told him. “And I will tell you.” Silence fell as she went to her kitchen with him on her heels after he’d shed his coat and removed his gloves. She fixed the teapot and allowed him to watch as she moved through her little area. It felt so cramped here in Central. She couldn’t afford a true house here and as a result she had to make due with a flat. It was a decent-sized apartment, but she missed the openness of her old home in East City. She finished making the tea and turned to her dining table before settling the casual service on it. He took a seat and she mimicked him. For a while, she observed his face, taking in his features like they were details of a painting she wanted to memorize in a museum.
And then, she spoke. She told him everything she knew of the war and did not bother to hide when she felt the pangs of hatred towards herself. She told about how she’d carved a name for herself using her flames and how she’d regretted having shown Hawkeye the path to becoming a sniper. She told her little alchemist about her ‘helping’ with the human experimentation and how she’d decimated women and children with as much ferocity as she’d decimated the men that fought. She told of the rumors of Armstrong’s breakdown and how the easiest path out of Ishval was to disobey an order. She spoke of everything she knew, confessing her sins, her crimes, her grievances to Edward. And he listened in silent horror as she shed her mask before him, allowing him to see the broken glass that dug at her innards each time she failed to protect the people she had tried to keep safe.
By the time she’d spoken of everything, Rowan discovered she was drained of energy. It was strange to feel somehow clean after exposing all her nasty secrets to him. And she hoped he didn’t run away from her knowing how truly wicked she was. But she would understand if he did…
Edward stared at her, processing what he’d discovered with some difficulty. “I think… I get why you want to become Fuhrer now,” he said slowly, eyeballing the tea that had gone cold between his hands. “But… if you became leader of this country, I don’t think anything would change. There would always be uprisings and rebellions in a military state.” He looked up at her, trying to understand, and she gazed at him with those espresso colored eyes. “And even if you managed to protect this country… you’d still end up clashing with other countries and killing people.”
Oh, her sweet Edward… Her arms were loosely folded on the table before her as she listened to his words. “I know,” she told him with a slight smile on her lips and a fond look in her eyes. “I am still clinging to green ideas and hopes even now, but I do know. Even if we were to transform this country back into a democracy, reinstate the parliament into its proper form, there are many things that would still go wrong. In many ways, people like me are being protected by the way things are now. Good people who have done bad things are all over this country and the crimes we committed in Ishval are very dire. If all went well, we could turn this country into a peaceable one that talked rather than fought with its neighbors. A ‘hero’ such as myself would come under fire in such circumstances. Really, though… it might be for the best. But all that protects me at the moment is the uniform I wear. And I recognize that it is a very thin defense.”
He looked down, unhappy with the thought of what being punished for war crimes would entail. “This world is so complicated,” he complained.
“You’re right,” she agreed. “Even old hands at the game of politics are not always prepared for what such situations can present. And I could conceivably walk away from my duties in the military… the Fuhrer’s thinly veiled threats aside… but I still wish to make this country a better place, even if it requires my life to do it.” She started when he roughly stood with hands pressed flat on the table, sending his chair backwards into the floor with a loud bang.
“Don’t be stupid!” he shouted angrily, his eyes hard and flashing as he bared his teeth in a feral snarl. “Don’t sit there and tell me that by sacrificing yourself you’re hoping to make things better! Martyrdom isn’t the answer, dammit! Self-sacrifice is merely self-satisfaction!” She looked up at him with a flat expression.
“I work to protect people like you, you silly goose,” she grunted. “People like me with filthy hands hope to keep people like you from having to dirty theirs. Don’t you have goals you wish to attain? A brother who you wish to protect and put first? I am trying to do the same.”
“Just don’t sacrifice yourself to do it!” Edward snarled, angry and afraid. “What’s the point of everything if you just throw your life away?” ‘Don’t try and leave me,’ his mind begged. ‘Don’t try and disappear.’ The thought of such a thing hurt so much.
“I have no intention of throwing my life away, Edward,” she told him calmly. “I am not going to throw myself away to hopefully better a situation. Goodness knows I’d have Hughes’s ghost on my ass for such an action and that man could rant for hours without seeming breath when he put his mind to it. I imagine he could go on for days without the need to breathe.” The wry amusement in the statement pulled Edward up short. “Not to mention, I daresay people like you and the First Lieutenant would likely drag me back from the dead to kill me again.”
“Yeah… I sure as hell would try,” he said churlishly, sitting back down after righting his chair. He just about leaped back out of his seat when she ran a bare foot up his leg and she eyed him in amusement as that foot was planted squarely in his lap and she smirked when he flushed red and sputtered in surprise.
“You expected me to keep my hands to myself when you came so willingly, Mister Fullmetal Alchemist?” she purred as she worked her toes against his crotch. Her intentions were deliberate. She wanted to get away from broody talks and bad memories and the serious urge to drink until she fell into a stupor. She didn’t want to dream of the dead tonight and he was right there…
“That’s not your hands!” he squeaked, enjoying the little jolts of pleasure he felt at her ministrations. He could see her aims as well, but didn’t mind. He’d come here in part for this, after all.
“Oh, hands… feet… who cares? Never played footsie before?” she teased. He was certainly hardening under her little maneuvers and she was suddenly quite glad her feet were bare. The feel of leather-clad dick was quite nice under her toes.
“No…” The word was breathy as he stared at her in undisguised lust. A press of her foot made him buck his hips up into it and she smirked knowingly.
“What fun you’ve missed out on, my little lover,” she purred. His face took on a hint of irritation.
“Not little,” he grunted as she felt his erection begin to strain at his pants. His breath was growing ragged as she continued playing and he thrust into her foot again. She herself was already feeling warmth pool between her legs and knew she was not letting him leave her apartment without him making love to her first.
“Aw… can’t stand a bit of teasing?” Rowan cooed. “When we both know you’re hardly little down here?” At ‘here’ she pushed against his cock and he hissed even as he instinctively grabbed her by her ankle to stay the pressure. “Now… what are you going to do about it?” Her tone was daring, challenging… and he could do little except to accept it.
How he found himself gathering her into his arms from his former position at the table was a mystery to him for one moment they were sitting and the next they were standing and pawing at each other. Her shirt vanished as did her bra and he palmed those gorgeous tits as he attacked her lips. He saw the scar, sure enough, and her entire left side seemed to be melted looking and it pained him to see it like that. The scar itself looked pink and tender and proved to be just as it appeared for a light brush of automail fingers made her wince into his lips. “Sorry,” he managed to pant out even as his own clothes began disappearing under her insistent fingers.
She didn’t mind the pain, really, for the soreness had more or less turned pleasurable after he’d lifted his fingers. She jerked his button down shirt off, ripping off a few buttons in the process, and pulled off his tank top before going after his belt. She wanted him stark naked this time. She wanted her Adonis panting and spent and in her bed after he’d ridden her into the mattress. She wanted him here and safe and not haring off into the dark to possibly die. Not again… at least, not so soon after a narrow escape. And she was going to ensure he stayed by way of fucking his brains out so that she might have him again in the morning.
Edward panted as she sprung his already weeping erection from his pants, ready and waiting for whatever devilry she wanted to do to him. Jerking the leather down, she knocked him back and he found that they had somehow made it to the couch for he collided with the cushions with a grunt. Shoes vanished as did the pants and boxers and he was suddenly staring up at her as she smirked down at him. Still clad in a skirt, she gazed at him hungrily and he admired her right back. It was a fine moment that was exquisite… and quickly broken.
She fell on top of him and he hiked her skirt up about her hips, suddenly understanding why she liked the look of his leather pants on him. It wasn’t because she was shamed or anything. It just looked erotic. Well… she was erotic simply by being her usual snarky self with that new hint of promise under the taunts. And she was wearing a skinny little piece of emerald green satin that had absolutely no backside save for a slender slip of fabric going between her ass cheeks and somehow the sensation of seeing barely clad pussy was the best thing ever. His breath hitched at the sight peeking out from under gathered fabric. Straddling his hips, she grinned at him naughtily, glad that he liked her ‘power panties’. It was rare for her to wear a thong as it was rare for her to want the feeling of wool on her butt… but she could see now that the little things could make a huge play in her life in the future seeing his attentions.
He thrust his hips upward, grinding himself against damp curls covered by thin satin fabric. She groaned delightedly as he slid his mismatched hands along the curve of her backside and… She jumped. He pinched her! “You cheeky little alchemist!” she squeaked at him only to receive another pinch with his flesh fingers right on her rump.
“Yeah… got a whole bunch of ‘cheek’ right here,” he smirked up at her as she glared at him. Oh, and she really glared when he lightly slapped her ass. His smirk turned into a shit-eating grin.
“Spanking games, Edward?” she purred with an edge of heat in her tone. “Oh… you think to play spanking games with me?” The sudden nervousness in his gaze and faltering grin made her smirk. “Why… I suppose you are a bad boy…”
She pushed herself off of him and walked away, making sure to wiggle her ass a little as she went to her bedroom. He stared after her, debating on whether or not it was safe to follow. On one hand… he needed her like he needed air. On the other… did he want to risk her ire and be humiliated? But then again, he’d be risking her ire by staying away. His aching member and balls decided for him. Now he knew what women meant when they muttered ‘men thinking with their other head’… And he found out exactly what she intended to do to him as he entered her bedroom. The skirt had vanished but that little strip of emerald was still in place. She sat on the edge of her bed, giving him a daring and inviting look with her legs primly crossed at her knees and her hands splayed on either side of her.
Of course he fell for it. With little thought, even. The sight of a woman, especially this woman, wanting him was enough to make him as stupid as any other male, teenager or otherwise. The next thing he knew, she’d had him bent over her bed with his balls cupped from behind and a very firm hand laying across his backside in a manner that he’d not had done to him since Pinako had caught him smearing paint on the wall of her house after he’d found an abandoned can of paint and an all-too-convenient paintbrush.
Somehow this was far more exhilarating than the spankings he’d gotten when he was little. Probably because none of his parental figures had fondled his nuts and dick as they popped him or that he’d ever been spanked bare-bottomed or even the fact that the words of chastisement spoken over him had never been given in such a saucy tone. And the sharp little slaps turned into sheer pleasure when she thumbed sensitive spots with a surety that left him weak-kneed and incapable of fighting back as he groaned, grunted, and panted. When she gripped his member, he shoved into her hand as he let out a low moan of delight and felt only the mildest irritation when she laughed at him.
“You are so responsive,” she purred, kneading his ass with the hand that had popped him, soothing reddened flesh.
“You… are… a bitch…” he gasped into her bedspread. She sensed the fondness behind the otherwise degrading word and smirked though she knew he couldn’t see. “A… tease…” Application of thumb right along the prominent vein of his cock and cue a groan and push of hips… “Teasing… bitch!”
“All for you,” she hummed happily. “All for you…” He twisted his head and looked back at her, his arms out in front of him where he’d convulsively gripped her quilt. His yellow eyes were wide as she let him go and slid up onto the bed beside him. “Now… come here.”
Who cared if he obediently went to her like a puppy eager to please his master? Those words were pure invitation and he wasn’t about to ignore them. Edward found strength in his legs again and reverentially climbed up onto the bed even as she twisted about to be more comfortable, her dark eyes latched onto him as he slipped over her willing form and nudged her legs apart so that he could lay between them. A quick flicker of his tongue over his lips and she found him pressing his mouth to hers as he propped himself up with his automail hand. The other hand skimmed her body, slipping over a peaked nipple and caressing along various curves to travel south and between her legs. She slid her arms up about his back, running her nails down his muscles as he applied his already deft fingers to her aching sex, shoving aside thin cloth.
Somehow knowing her sins made her prettier, but he supposed that was because she was in truth more vulnerable for it. Where she had dragged him to her after Nina, giving him comfort and a place to relieve him of some of his burdens, he finally got his chance to return the favor. And he was determined to make her feel as safe as he had.
So he was gentle, thumbing and twirling her clit as he kissed and nipped. It wasn’t relieving to him at all, using only his hands and mouth, but he thought that maybe she needed sweet where he’d needed frenzied. It occurred to the blonde that what he was essentially doing was worshiping her as he mumbled incoherently against neck, breasts, and stomach. Sweeping strokes across belly and hips with his steel fingers, using his legs to keep him from falling completely on her now that both hands were occupied, and presenting a slowness he’d not exhibited before left Rowan writhing in slow-burning pleasure.
The sounds he earned from her were sighs but they weren’t exasperated and she was running her fingers through his hair, slipping the tips against his scalp and shoulders and neck, and making every inch of his skin tingle with just those areas being touched. He kissed the valley between her breasts, murmuring without words as he moved up one side and allowing breath and lips to pleasure her in a slow sensual dance as he tasted her skin. The hand that was not occupied by her sex had traveled south to rub at the inside of her thigh. She bucked into his fingers and he knew he must be doing something right for she growled at him slightly in obvious frustration.
He was going to drive her mad with these little sweet touches that seemed almost innocent up until one realized that he kept her wired to the edge without apparently letting her go over. She wanted relief. She wanted him to hurry up and stuff himself into her. She felt gaping and empty and she wanted more than this sweet, tender love though it was truly wonderful.
Edward was listening, it seemed, for he stuffed two fingers into her pussy while his thumb still rubbed her clitoris and began finger-fucking her as he continued plying her with kisses and nips and licks. The pace picked up and she pushed harder onto those fingers as he worked the digits inside her. Rowan shot up and up and was sent over the edge, getting some of the relief she needed but it wasn’t enough. Sighing back into the pillows, she looked down at him and saw him smile at her with those golden eyes glittering in amusement. And then he began to attack her again, but more insistently though much in the same fashion. Little nips turned into bites. Licks evolved into twirling, lapping strokes. And kisses suddenly had suction applied to them.
With the increased intensity, it was suddenly like going through the first round all over again but far quicker. His flesh fingers switched out with automail ones in her sopping wet pussy as he hooked metal digits into soft flesh obviously mindful of how hard to stroke, using the advantage of the tireless prosthetic to keep his pace. Her post-orgasm high quickly turned into the pre-orgasm high she’d been teetering at just minutes before and with the tender strokes of his flesh fingers across her belly that shot heat through her with each twitch-inducing touch. She thrust her hips up, hoping to encourage him into her and he smirked as he moved lower until instead of metal, his tongue was run up into her and she squealed his name as she came into his face.
Again, post-orgasm high bore down onto her and she felt drained even as he licked his lips clean. She watched with hooded eyes as he finally prepared himself to slide into her. “Oh, I love you…”
His eyes shot up, surprised at her words and she too looked shocked at her admission. She’d not meant to tell him but she had and now that the words were out, she couldn’t take them back. Her mind whirled with fearful thoughts. What if he didn’t feel the same way? What if he was merely a teenager after all and was using this as a way to relieve his hormonal tendencies? What if he rejected her? What if he left her alone?
“You do?” his words were as soft as hers but not nearly as breathy. Golden eyes stared at her as she lay there wondering when everything would collapse.
“I… I do,” she affirmed, deciding to not jerk him about or lie to him. If he didn’t feel the same, she’d pick up the pieces, but if he did… well, they would have to be even more careful. He just watched her, his hand still holding his cock in the same position as the moment she had frozen him. A strange look of wonder was on his face and she realized that he had matured a good deal, having lost quite a bit of that baby fat that had kept his features softened and juvenile. It wasn’t all gone, but his face was maturing. She wondered if he shaved now. And she knew he had grown a bit taller recently.
Then a foolish grin split his face, honestly delighted, as he climbed up her form to kiss her soundly. “That’s amazing,” he said with a laugh as he broke free. “That’s amazing.” He gave her another kiss that was just as breathtaking as the first one. “I thought I was being stupid,” he said, his eyes bright as he nuzzled her cheek like an overlarge kitten. Rowan felt confusion. He was elated but for what reasons?
“Er… Edward?” she asked, staring at him as best as she could with his shorter but undeniably heavier body pressing her flat against the bed as he pinned her with a hug. She could almost hear his foolish grin when he spoke.
“Granny said I was feeling love, but I didn’t think someone could love someone else over such a short time,” he babbled in her ear. “Course I didn’t say any names when I asked about it. But that was what she said it sounded like to her. And I guess it has to be because just hearing you say you loved me made me feel like I was going to burst…” He paused. “Am… I being stupid?” he asked warily with all the insecurity a teenager could have. She was just stunned. Her puppy loved her? Her stupid little admission had him just about vibrating with joy and he admitted he loved her back?
She registered the increasing pressure from his weight on her and she squirmed to the side to gain a bit of air. “I wouldn’t know as I’d never been in love before,” she replied honestly, looking at him as he stared right back at her. “Though I think it does make people a bit stupid.” Rowan remembered any number of times Havoc had come through the office waxing poetic about some woman he’d met. She also remembered that his last tryst had landed him paraplegic. Edward’s hard cock poked her in the side and she was suddenly reminded of what she’d interrupted with her impromptu announcement. She looked down towards where his manhood nudged her deliberately. “Like right about now when someone got distracted and forgot what they were doing.” There was a tease, a taunt, and he pouted at her. Good lord that lip! She wanted to suck it into her mouth and nibble on it!
“Blame someone else for saying silly things at the best moments,” he mocked as he pushed himself up, mindful of her body.
“Oh, forget it!” she snapped with no ire whatsoever, jerking an elbow out from under him and deftly flipping him onto his back. “I’ll be taking control now, Mr. Elric!”
“You sound like that bitchy school teacher of mine back in Resembool. Gonna pelt chalk at me for getting distracted?” he teased once he’d recovered his wits from having been flipped. He did make sure to run a hand up between her legs as she straddled him, gaining a gasp of pleasure as he did so.
“Doesn’t sound like a half bad idea,” she smirked even as she positioned herself above him, Edward obligingly positioning his cock right underneath her waiting pussy, his other hand not leaving her clit as it pleasured her. “I might even have some chalk around here. Want me to go look for it?”
“You run off and I’ll spank you, damn bitchy Colonel,” he snarked, his eyes burning with amusement as she impaled herself on him. He hissed in pleasure as she slid home and he removed his hand though he did make sure to sweep fingers over her clit and made her inhale sharply.
“Is that so, Fullmetal?” she purred even as she leaned forward to brace herself on either side of his head and began riding him so that her full breasts brushed against his fine chest. His fingers clamped on her hips as he sneered back up at her, his mind fuzzing from the sensations.
“Yes,” he hissed as he flushed from pleasure due to her ministrations. “I would. And I’d make sure you enjoyed every bit of it!” She laughed throatily at his threat, knowing it was entirely possible. A worried look flitted across his face. “Dammit,” he grunted.
“What?” she asked.
“Gonna come soon…” he hissed, writhing beneath her and she realized that he’d been denying himself the entire time he’d been pleasuring her so naturally now that he was getting some, he’d be fit to explode. “Feels… good…” he grunted as he lifted his hips into her as his face twisted with pleasure. Dammit, she wished that she could have him release in her. But the only way she could permit that was oral, anal, or with condoms. Tonight she wasn’t up for anal and she didn’t have condoms. Growling in frustration, she continued impaling herself onto him even as he mewled and gasped and started groaning, “I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”
There was a hitch in his breathing and she immediately jerked herself off barely in time to keep from having him ejaculate within her. To keep from feeling too angry about the strictures they had on them, she pressed herself flush against his chest as he panted and spasmed, his fingers sliding up to grip her waist as he lay with his eyes shut against her pillows.
She didn’t leave his convenient lips unmolested as she hungrily pressed her mouth against his. Beneath her and between her legs lay his softening cock, almost tickling her sex as she lavished him with kisses and little touches. Pressing her lips against his Adam’s apple, she hummed a contented note though part of her wanted more.
“Love you,” he breathed, eyes still closed as she pressed a kiss to his ear lobe. And she felt joy bloom through her at those simple words. “Love you,” he said again, savoring the flavor of the words as she kissed his jaw with no small amount of heat while tears burned at the corners of her eyes.
“I love you, too,” she whispered reverentially. “My little alchemist…”
“Not little,” he pouted as he circled her with his arms, mindful of her still-healing scar.
She laughed.
The ghosts didn’t bother her that night, for he was there and protecting her.
When the early hours of morning came, Rowan found herself wishing to murder her alarm clock and the groan that came from the lump next to her indicated that Edward didn’t appreciate the hammering bell either. She blearily slapped her hand down to silence it and eyed the time. Normally, she made sure she had at least a few hours before having to go to work and this morning was no different. It was five in the morning according to the dial and she didn’t have to appear at work until nine.
“What time is it?” grumbled Ed, scuffling a hand through his bedhead as he shifted to sit up.
“Five,” she replied soberly, still glaring at the clock. There was another decidedly annoyed groan from Ed and she smirked a little as her mind woke up a bit more.
“What kind of insane person gets up this fucking early?” he grumbled even as Rowan wiggled about to look at the teenager next to her. She didn’t take offense to his tone or his words.
“Oh, there are any number of reasons,” she confided before reaching out a hand underneath the covers to wrap about his cock. They had fallen asleep completely naked, so of course she’d have direct access. It seemed to do the trick of waking up Edward and he gasped slightly, shoving into her hand as she began to stroke him up to a very nice bit of ‘sausage’ for her ‘breakfast’. “Want me to tell them to you?”
“Not particularly,” he grunted, shifting to roll over top of her and pin her into the bed, cotton sheets sliding against his skin rather nicely as he pounced. She giggled a little, hooking her legs up over his hips so that he could plunge into her and he did. “This is more fun than the alarm anyway.”
Kissing her sloppily as he settled his cock within her, he relished the feeling of having her under him. She greedily kissed him back, nails dancing across his shoulders, sides, and arms as she did so. After a moment, he began bucking his hips into hers, ready to give her the affection she seemed to crave. Recalling the events of last night, he separated his lips from hers to murmur an ‘I love you’ before shifting a bit to nip at her bouncing breasts as he continued to thrust.
Rowan, on the other hand, had no real interest in playing games in bed no matter how enjoyable those games were and, while she murmured an ‘I love you, too’ right back, she was more interested in drawing him into the shower. And she definitely vocalized that to him. “How about we continue this in the bathroom?”
“Sex in the bathroom?” wondered Ed, releasing her breast to speak to her.
“I need a shower for one and I’m sure you can do with one yourself,” she grinned at him. “Care to give this dirty girl a bath?”
Edward’s mind raced, opened to a whole new world of sexual encounters thanks to Rowan’s words. “I’m guessing… you’ve not only done it in the bathroom, huh?” he asked bluntly.
“Kitchen counters are fun, too,” she mused. “And dining tables. Oh, and on a stairwell, against a wall… depends on how creative you want to be.” And then she grinned devilishly. “Perhaps one day I’ll have you in the back seat of a car, too.” The prospects were a bit interesting, honestly. Ed knew that she’d been around and had earned the title ‘man-eater’ somehow, but the thought of her experimenting with others in those spots mentioned made him a little jealous. And she saw it. “What’s wrong?” she asked, a bit concerned.
“There’s only one damn way you could have found all that out,” he grumbled discontentedly, still half-laying on her as though to keep others from touching her.
“I also read, Ed,” she reproved slightly, touched by his jealousy though finding it unnecessary. “Quite a number of nice little books are quite innocent looking until you read them. You have no idea how many romance novels include sexual encounters.” He grunted against her skin and she rolled her eyes. “Up, handsome. I need a shower and I want you in there with me.”
After a bit more persuasion, Ed got up and followed her into her somewhat cramped bathroom. It didn’t even have a tub in it but the shower stall was big enough to house two people comfortably. Once the water had warmed enough and steam rose in puffing clouds about the room, Rowan stepped into the shower and began to bathe, not beckoning Ed in with her for she figured he’d come in in his own time. The glass door, semi-fogged by steam, allowed a great view of the woman as she began to soap her hair while water ran down her curves. It was like peeping into a girl’s locker room (not that Ed had ever done anything like that for fear of being caught) and spying on the showers. The hard-on that he had had gone down due to his fit of jealousy but was now back at full alert upon watching her fingers skim over her curves.
Watching her fingers trace down her body without his being there to feel, too, made it very hard to sit by and merely watch. Edward stepped to the shower, opened the door, and found himself gazing into her warm and inviting eyes. And the moment he stepped in, she was on him, kissing him as hot water from the shower head seemed to accentuate the sensations that she was inflicting. Dancing her tongue across his lips, she teased at his opening while he grasped her waist. The warmth of the water sliding across his erection was maddening and he found his blood rushing to the surface of his skin, further heightening her touches and kisses.
Pushing her into the cool tile wall and eliciting a yelp of discomfort from her pretty lips, Ed didn’t give Rowan much time to think about the beast she managed to waken up by drawing him into her shower. There was something more sensual about being in the water, certainly. He saw how her nipples and areolas drew up quickly due to the temperature stimulation at her back, tightening into hard little buds of pink flesh, and as the heat of the shower sluiced down his muscled back, he was jerking her legs up and over his hips. Fortune of fortunes, she had a wooden grid in the bottom of her shower so that his automail didn’t slip on the tile beneath it. And then he was pushing up into her, gaining another yelp of surprise before she gave him a very pleased look. Driving her into the tiled wall was definitely a new position for him and her hands wound their way through his wet hair as she arched a bit to thrust her breasts towards his face.
Edward thrust up into her, feeling the cool tile where his flesh hand braced, knew that his automail hand was gripping her hip (hopefully it wouldn’t grip so hard as to leave a bruise), and immediately nabbed one breast with his mouth to bite it as shockingly feral urges overtook him.
Rowan groaned delightedly as she felt Ed take her in a very manly fashion, the sensations just as powerful for her as it was for him. The chill of the tile had been a shock. Feeling his teeth latch to her breast had been another surprise and he kept bearing them on her though not increasing his pressure. His automail hand dug at her hip, making her grunt, but it was that amazing cock of his that had her feeling truly divine.
As he thrust up into her, she looked down on him, watching as he panted against where his teeth were indenting her flesh and making that spot hotter for it. Her fingers, tangled in his hair, tightened and pulled, making him release her skin so that she could nab his lips with a kiss. Oh, fuck, this was amazing.
He ripped his lips from hers and panted out, “I want your mouth.” It took a moment for Rowan to understand what he was saying through her steam-clogged mind but once she did, she smirked.
“Let me down, handsome,” she purred. Pulling himself free was easy enough and she was soon kneeling on the wooden grate with his back pressed to the tile, fortunately not in a direction that might drown her under her own showerhead. The chill made his nipples peak, just like hers had, and she took a moment to look up his body and admire his form, especially that very nice cock just before her face. He panted, lust-filled eyes dark with desire as he looked down at her. The steel gleamed wetly from the water and his golden hair had darkened a shade or two down to burnished gold under the influence of the water.
Pleased with what she saw, she then slipped her tongue out to run along the bottom slide of his phallus, trailing up the vein and drawing a hiss of delight from the teen that stood before her. She extended it further, making it a bit more of a point at the tip, and trailed the muscle up further, sliding it over the slight ridge of the head before twirling it about the tip. Her fingers were used to steady herself against his thighs, also to ensure he didn’t get the bright idea to thrust into her mouth on accord of her teasing. Really, half the fun of sex was mixing things up. His pants became a little heavier as he watched her from above. The tongue she teased him with now slipped back down again to the underside of his dick and as she progressed further towards his crotch, she allowed the member to slide along her cheek. A groan sounded as she taunted him. Thrilled with his anxiety at being toyed with, she continued to the next step.
Now at the base of his cock, she twirled her tongue about it before doing what she really wanted to do. Instantly, flesh fingers buried into her hair as she gently began fondling his ball sac with her mouth and tongue. Heavy, panting breaths turned into barely-stifled keening cries as her hands that had kept him from bucking into her began to massage his muscled thighs. One hand stopped that particular torture in order to come up and grasp that currently neglected cock, pumping along the shaft to give him the friction he wanted so dearly. The other hand soon came up to continue stimulation she’d enacted with her mouth as she backed away a bit to look up at him. His eyes were closed and his face was flushed as he bucked lightly into her hands even as his fingers detangled at her pulling away.
She wasn’t done with him… not by a long shot. And he had asked for her mouth. But she couldn’t help but ask, “Does it feel good?” There was a very jerky nod of his head, almost a stutter of motion, even as he breathed out a shaky ‘yes’. “Good.” He was lasting a good deal longer this time and Rowan was glad because this was as much fun, if not more fun, than hitting orgasm. Choosing not to torture him much more, she blew gently across the tip of his erection, the cool breeze vastly different from the otherwise hot conditions they were in and making him buck as his knees trembled, before taking him into her mouth and applying suction. The hand encircling the shaft continued to pump and the other still fondled his balls and suddenly it seemed finally become too much to Edward and he came with a low cry of ‘Rowan!’
Dutifully swallowing the semen in her mouth, Rowan hummed a pleased note as she smoothly stood once more to press against her little alchemist. Where he’d bitten her was a ring of teeth-shaped intentions and he spotted the mark. Running his tongue out, he lapped over the spot, tasting the water of the shower and her flesh even as he panted. The slick muscle made her shudder in delight a bit as she melded her body against his, letting him feel all her curves, and his arms were suddenly encircling her back, drawing her closer as though to mesh her with him.
“Fuck, that was awesome,” he mumbled against her collarbone where his face rested. The shower was beginning to go cold and Rowan shivered a touch from the chill even as she shifted to fiddle with the knobs. “Best shower ever.”
“We’ve not even bathed yet,” Rowan chuckled. “Care to clean a dirty girl up?” she invited again.
“Take a lot of showers to do that,” he told her in amusement even as she stepped away to get the soap. Lathering up the wash cloth she’d fetched for his use, she began to bathe his body, pausing every now and again to kiss at him. He took the offerings, finding the other wash cloth to scrub her skin and making the entire process as sensual as the games they’d entertained themselves with for the first part of their bathroom encounter. Ed even seemed to get the game of it all and Rowan found her sex being played with by roaming fingers even as he washed her backside with somewhat erratic sweeps of his wash cloth. Of course, she had to return the favor, scrubbing a spot clean only to ‘dirty it’ with sloppy kisses and sweeps of her tongue to redo the bathing again. And she took some of her shampoo and soaped his hair up before rinsing it out, Edward fondling and kissing her breasts as she did so.
They had to stop, though, when the water lost all of its warmth and forced them out of the shower lest they got chilled. By then, though, they were probably the cleanest pair of ‘dirty’ people in the apartment building if not the city.
Once dry, though the drying process resulted in just as much groping as the bathing had received, they dressed and had breakfast. Granted, breakfast was a very simple affair of bought bagels and a bit of butter, but she at least had something to feed him after likely having kept him from dinner the night before. By that point, it was about eight-thirty and Rowan had to head for work. Disappointed, Ed also shuffled off, heading back towards his hotel room to check on his brother. However, not even he could conceal the decidedly pleased smirk that refused to leave his face even after he got back to see his brother.
Of course, after that… everything kinda went to hell yet again. The little princess of Xing, Mei Chang, had vanished from Dr. Knox’s house where Al had left her, sending them to hunt for her in a bid to learn her alchemy. Unfortunately that was a dead end and instead, in a fit of inspiration, they turned to the Central Library to learn more about rentanjutsu only to discover all mentions of alchemy from outside the country had been completely excised and removed from the massive walls of books.
Only the lovely memories of his extended time with Rowan kept Edward from completely raging in anger and frustration. And, fortunately, after some days of fruitless searching (and not seeing Rowan again, dammit all!) Major Armstrong appeared to give a passed along message from the Colonel. Ed knew logically that it was safer to not have her associate with him too much in public, but it still vaguely irritated him that she’d not come herself. No matter, though, Ed and Al knew their next destination in their pursuit of Mei Chang. The North Area… and Fort Briggs.
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