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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
- 7
- 8
- 9
Summary: Being able to conquer the ultimate nightmare wasn’t enough. Having her was.
Note: The final part of the manga-related stuff, but there will be two more chapters.
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He had done so much since leaving her arms last so soon after they confessed their love for each other. The episode in the Northern Region at Briggs Fortress had been… frigid among other things. Major General Olivier Armstrong had been a real frightening woman.
Then had come the hiding, orchestrating, and sheer incapability to contact Rowan without alerting their enemies. He wound up joining with Greed (who was still possessing Ling, dammit) and various others. Hiding out for about six months had been awful. Meeting his no-good father and finding out his secrets and horrifying truths had been worse. Fighting Pride while the monster controlled his brother’s body was merely the icing on the cake. To know that, in some fashion, he was the uncle of the homunculi and ‘brother’ to ‘Father’ was worth sicking up over…
During that time, he had frequently dreamed of Rowan. But the dreams faded due to the lack of contact with her. The sensations were much the same, but… they’d lost the fine edge that he’d gained from his experiences with her. It had been mortifying when his dreams, though not quite as vivid as they used to be, made themselves just enough of a nuisance to get them noticed by not only the chimera, Heinkel and Darius, but also Greed-slash-Ling and his bastard of a father. Apparently Al had also blabbed to Hohenheim, telling him about Rowan Mustang. It had gotten him a very embarrassing conversation in which he was certain he’d never recover. But… that was neither of the here or now.
The day they called the ‘Promised Day’ had been terrible as was everything it entailed. Edward barely managed to keep Rowan from losing herself when she met Envy and set about to kill him. He had been so afraid, seeing that pure and unadulterated hatred in her eyes. If it had been just fury, he wouldn’t have felt quite so bad letting her have the homunculus. But he couldn’t just let her. Not with that rage that would have killed her soul. He knew she still grieved for Hughes… Between his own mouth jawing off, Hawkeye’s gun leveled to the back of her head with a very real threat of taking Rowan out (apparently they had a deal in which Hawkeye was allowed to kill Rowan if the woman stepped off her path), and Scar’s own words of killing her if she showed the same cruelty that had ruined Ishval… She’d come back to herself, angry that they’d not let her kill Envy but understanding why they hadn’t. And for that, Edward had been grateful. It mattered little, though, as Envy had killed himself after.
When he and the other human sacrifices had been dragged down into the place where ‘Father’ lived, finding that his own father had been partially absorbed by the monstrosity in order to take his Philosopher’s Stone, everything had marginally gone to hell again. Al had apparently gone through a disconnect again, rendering his armor nothing more than an overlarge lump of metal, but also Rowan had been forced to do human transmutation against her will, sending her before the Gate… Her hands had been stabbed by Wrath, pinning her in place and making it impossible for her to escape.
The first thing he had done was check her over, of course, the moment she’d said she’d been taken before the Gate… but when she’d asked where they were and why there was no light… horror had descended upon him. He could see it in her eyes. He could see them focus on nothingness.
She was blind. Her eyes had been taken.
Her fear was unadulterated and he’d grabbed her close on instinct even as she said the fatal words of ‘I can’t see’. Between Al’s disconnect and Rowan’s blindness, Edward was truly afraid. Homunculus… Father… whatever he wished to call himself… had mocked them coldly on their sacrifices to the Gate. However, the thing that made Edward ‘Edward’ was his ability to stand up and go forward even in the worst of conditions.
As it was in the end, everything more or less worked out… Alphonse reconnected with his steel body, they had fought Pride and Edward reduced the ‘boy’ known as Selim back to his ‘truest’ form. Scar’s people came through and Bradley died.
Truthfully, it had been terrifying. Homunculus had been barely defeated. And Ed nearly lost his brother in the mess… Alphonse stupidly cutting his blood seal in order to give Ed his flesh and blood arm back… the very arm he’d sacrificed in order to keep Al alive. But it had worked. So very barely worked.
It took everyone. Everyone that was around and still capable of fighting. But in the end it came down to Ed punching like hell. Well, he had to thank Alphonse in that respect. Al’s stupidity gave him the right kind of rage and determination. One thing Ed feared was being left behind. And Al had done that to him, probably knowing full and well what he was doing. Whatever his intent, it had worked. It came down to Ed and ‘Father’, sure… but even if he was fighting by himself… he wasn’t alone.
The fighting was done soon enough, and then he did his final act as the Fullmetal Alchemist, destroying his abilities in one fell swoop just to get his brother back. Something that wouldn’t have been possible had his and Al’s souls not been connected. The pain, the confusion, the hurt, the anger, the loss… It had all been worth it. Taking his connection to the Gate and destroying it gave him everything he truly wanted in the first place. Bringing his brother back into the world… as flesh and blood, not steel.
Naturally, everything was covered up. Not that it mattered much. After the celebrations as far as Al regaining his body back were concerned… Alphonse had realized his brother was torn and, after assuring Ed he’d be fine and after Ed had gotten bandaged up from all his injuries he’d sustained (yet again), shooed him to go see to his Colonel.
Edward found Rowan sitting in a medical tent, slumped over with her forearms resting on her thighs. Undoubtedly, the position made it easier for her to deal with her blindness. “Ro…” He froze and looked about for potential eavesdroppers. “Colonel?”
“Edward?” she asked immediately, her head instinctively snapping up and voice weary. “Is that you?”
“Yeah…” He stepped forward and laid his newly regained hand on the side of her head. “How are you doing?”
“Well… I could be better. How is Alphonse? How are you?” Her redirection was obvious. She didn’t want to talk about her eyes. She was afraid, tired, and worn out.
“We’re fine… Al’s with everyone else at the moment.” He knelt down before her seat on a crate. “He chased me off.” Apparently his hand wasn’t registering on her so he shifted it to take up her left hand, both hands having been bandaged where they’d been pierced through by Wrath. And then she stiffened, realizing the difference of the hand with what should have been.
“Edward?” she breathed, shocked as her other hand came over to touch at the flesh hand. “Your hand… it’s not steel…?”
“Part of what Al did,” admitted Ed with a smile. He cast a glance about the tent again and saw no one that would likely rat them out. Besides, Major Armstrong was quite the romantic. He shifted forward and lifted his left hand to grasp at her chin, bringing her face to his so he could kiss her. “Love you,” he whispered as he pressed his lips to hers.
“You don’t know who’s around!” she hissed, jerking back from him. Her sightless eyes glared at where she knew he was, though her gaze was a little more at his mouth than at his eyes like it would have been.
“Yes, I do… and no one’s likely to comment around here. Besides, I just beat a guy that tried to become ‘God’,” he murmured, lowering his voice. “Gimme another kiss.”
She snorted… and promptly jerked in surprise like Ed did when a familiar voice rang through the tent. They reflexively shifted away from each other like they were guilty.
“Can’t you horny kids keep your hands to yourselves? This is a medical tent, for crying out loud,” Knox said with his usual sardonic flare, entering the enclosure and looking at them. Ed stared at the chain smoker, eyebrows hitching in surprise.
“Er… Dr. Knox?”
“That’s Knox?” asked Rowan, blinking sightlessly at the direction the voice had come from. Her fingers had yet to disentangle from Ed’s flesh right hand.
“Yeah, it is,” Knox mused, staring at Rowan in surprise. Her gaze was somewhere to his left, not looking at him. “Are you injured?”
“Not so much injured as… blind,” she growled.
“What?!” Knox stared at her before staring hard at Ed who had to shift and stand up because his legs were going to sleep. “Blind?!” Ed shrugged helplessly.
“Well… it’s not that major, I guess,” he offered. “She’s just gonna have to work harder at where she glares now.” He got punched for that but took it without protest. “She’s still got her tongue, which is enough.”
“That was distinctly perverted, Fullmetal,” she snarked.
“That’s not what I meant, you man-eater Colonel. Considering how much you love to hear yourself talk, you could have had your tongue taken as payment.”
“But blind soldiers have to retire!” Knox protested, cutting through Rowan’s attempt to reply. “You won’t be able to climb to the top!”
“Like Edward said, it could have been worse. I’ll let Grumman have the prize. He’ll do fine,” remarked Rowan. Armstrong, having noticed the commotion, came over to check on them.
There was a long silence and Knox eyed the pair of them, still connected by Edward’s right hand and Rowan’s left. Then he sighed. “Someone interesting found me while I was out and followed me back here.” He turned and shouted towards the tent flap. “Hey! Get in here! Marcoh!”
Immediately, the people in the tent stiffened in surprise as the doctor appeared, throwing his hood back. “Marcoh… Dr. Marcoh?” Rowan demanded in confusion.
“Doctor… you’re still here?” asked Ed, worried he’d be found out.
“I overheard you talking,” the old man said, sending Ed a smile before rummaging in his jacket to pull out a familiar red rock. “I have a Philosopher’s Stone here.” The shock that hit the tent was palpable. “Can you use this as the toll to regain your sight?”
The offer made a few jaws go slack in shock. “Doctor!” protested Rowan, shoving herself to her feet and using Ed as a support.
“But!” Marcoh started sharply, further surprising them with the strength in his normally timid voice. “I will give this to you on one condition! We could not have won this battle without the cooperation of the Ishvalans. Colonel Mustang, I want you to revise the policies on Ishval.” He ducked his head, feeling his shame for his work against good people. “Lift the barricade on Ishval. And let the Ishavalans living in the slums return to their holy land… And… I want you to allow me to live there as a doctor!” It didn’t take Rowan much to give her assent. Even without the Philosopher’s Stone as an incentive, it was the right thing to do. She had clutched at Edward’s shoulder and had nodded.
“I would have said ‘yes’ even without the offering of the Stone… But in order to stay in the army to do such a thing… I will need my eyes.” She sighed and looked down to where she knew Ed was, though she knew she didn’t have to ‘look’ that far ‘down’. “What do you say?” He looked up at her with a frown.
“It’s up to you… I won’t stop you, Colonel… Rowan. My time in the military’s up. There’s little use for an alchemist that can’t transmute a thing. And I’ve gotten everything I ever wanted as far as Al’s concerned. We chose not to use the Stone… because our reasons for using it would have been selfish. But if you were to… you’d be able to fix this country.”
She considered that and held her hand out to where she assumed Marcoh was. True, Edward wouldn’t have minded her being blind… or so she hoped. True, in time she would be been able to adapt to this darkened world… or so she believed. But at the same time, there was still so very much to do. And therefore she accepted, knowing that Edward’s assent meant much. “I promise,” she said even as Marcoh grasped her hand. “I promise to devote my full power to revising the policy on Ishval.” She spoke again, this time to Armstrong whom she knew was still hovering near. “Major! Will you deliver a message for me?”
“Yes, Colonel?” asked Armstrong, staring at the woman that had become such an icon in so many ways.
“Tell my subordinates ‘I’m going to be busy again. Follow me!’”
“Yes, ma’am!” Armstrong said as he snapped a salute and a smile hitched at his lips.
Immediately, Marcoh got to work on repairing Rowan’s eyes. When her vision had returned, the first thing she saw was the man that had healed her and then the man that had collaborated with her just over Marcoh’s shoulder. And then her eyes turned and saw Edward standing there… and she couldn’t help but cry in both relief and horror at seeing him all bandaged up but with two arms! Two flesh and blood arms! It hadn’t been merely a figment of her imagination.
Then the prince of Xing approached, as terrific a timing as always. “Yo!” Ed turned to look at him as did everyone else. Mei, his half-sister, was tucked under his arm like a very disgruntled sack of potatoes. “We’re gone.”
“You are?” asked Ed, startled.
“Mm… We are here illegally, after all. Best leave while the fuss is still going on,” shrugged Ling.
“I see. Well, safe journey and see you later. You said ‘bye’ to Al, right?” Ed’s curious gold eyes were met with dark ones and Ling nodded.
“Yup. That’s where I found this one.” He poked his sister’s cheek even as she huffed. “Take care, Edward.” He poked Mei again. “Say it. He’s a friend.”
“Bye, Edward-san!” she said, obviously less than interested in seeing him. Ed recalled she had a crush on Alphonse. “Take care.”
“Take care to you, too, Princess. And make sure that pet of yours doesn’t go biting people again!” Ed called, pointing at Xiao-Mei on Mei’s head. She gave him a grin at that, the little panda mimicking her movements before Ling turned and left. Eventually, they weren’t visible anymore in the milling confusion of people and Rowan looked at her ex-alchemist. “So… what do we do now?”
“You capable of walking? I could introduce you to Al properly,” he offered. Rowan smiled, flicking her eyes to meet his.
“I would love that…”
Alphonse Elric, it turned out, managed to be even cuter than his brother. Granted, he was so dangerously skinny and his bones were showing, but he was outright adorable. Probably even more so than the kittens he had a tendency to rescue. When he’d realized she could see again, the smile he’d given his brother’s lover had been brilliant. And suddenly Rowan understood why Ed had never had an ounce of extra fat on him despite the tales she’d heard of how much he typically ate. The entire reason sat right here, tiny and frail and utterly alive. Edward had likely suffered from malnutrition, trying to keep up with the demands his body had put on him and immediately Rowan wondered if he’d mellow out now that he wasn’t forced to support two lives.
They had vanished not too long later with barely a note to say they’d be back eventually. She’d been horribly put out by it and once things had settled down and she’d gotten everything straightened out, she’d gone on business leave with Edward’s discharge papers followed up with a vacation given to her by the newly minted Fuhrer Grumman.
It was like a walk back in time, truthfully. Resembool hadn’t changed much and instead of appearing in her uniform, she’d gone along in her civilian clothes. She knocked on the door of the house that she’d visited five years earlier, when Edward was still wheelchair bound and Alphonse still new to the concept of sleepless nights. When the door opened, she was greeted by a tiny old woman… a familiar tiny old woman. “Mrs. Rockbell,” she said gently. “I came to see Edward Elric and give him his discharge papers.” Pinako arched her brow at the woman on her doorstep, carrying both an envelope and a suitcase.
“Oh, really. Well, long time no see, Colonel Mustang. Do come in. Edward’s out at the moment and I think I’d like a talk with you.”
She had been expecting that, but she managed to inform Pinako of the change in her status. “I’m no longer a Colonel, ma’am. I’m a Brigadier General.”
“Congratulations to your promotion, then,” Pinako said in a neutral tone after escorting her to the table. “I also know that my surrogate grandson apparently believes he’s in love with you, which… I must say I was not expecting.”
“I wasn’t either, truthfully,” Rowan admitted as she watched Pinako bustling about to make tea. “Your grandson is… remarkable.”
“Among other things,” agreed Pinako. “And one of the most stubborn people I will ever meet. He out-stubborned his father many times, which is remarkable considering how long Hohenheim had had to perfect the art.” Pinako turned and settled the teapot onto the table with a service. “I met their father when I was a little girl,” confided the old woman. “And he was easily the most infuriating man I’d ever met. But he became a good friend despite everything… and I was one that he trusted for he often came back, not bothering to hide from me.”
“Yes, from what I’d seen of him, Hohenheim was… incredible in his own right. It seems incredible people spring up like daisies around here, hm?”
“That could have been Hohenheim’s fault, mostly.” The old woman settled across from Rowan, studying her. “He pumped me full of stories, led me straight into the arms of the man that gave me my son… and became the father of those two boys.” Pinako smiled and Rowan did, too, though her eyes were trained to her cup. “What I want to know is why? Why, of every male you could have chosen, did you have to pick the one person that was not only a minor but also one of your underlings?”
“It was a dare to myself, initially,” admitted Rowan, looking at the concerned grandmother before dropping her eyes to the table in front of her. “I had no idea that he would mess me all up inside. Edward… truthfully, he ruined me… and I didn’t even realize it until I saw him again after I’d shipped him off to Liore on a lead. It was maddening, knowing I wanted a fifteen year old and knowing I was legally wrong for it.” Rowan toyed with her teacup a bit before lifting it to take a sip. “Like I said to Hawkeye once, had I known how capable he was of drawing people in, I would have given him a magazine…” Pinako chortled at that. “But whatever the case, I’m happy I did it. For the first time in a long time, there was someone that didn’t care about my rank or my status as ‘war hero’ or even if I was as easy as rumored despite my tendency to… be a man-eater. And if he still wants me around, then that’s more than enough for me. Because even if he’s no longer the ‘Fullmetal’ or even an alchemist, it doesn’t change the fact he’s that irritating brat who would stomp into my office, glaring and posturing and altogether so obviously sweet despite all his ferocious attitudes. And it wouldn’t change the fact that he is the first person that has made it possible for me to truly feel something other than self-hatred since Ishval.”
Pinako stared at her in a weighing manner behind those little round glasses. “I see… Do you love him?”
“I do. Not that, again, I had much choice. He crawled in and refused to budge back out. I won’t deny how quickly he managed that or how it had me scared me a good deal. There’d been no intent to hurt him initially, but still… I made a mistake and thought him the same as any other teenager. It cost me quite dearly, but I’d be lying if I said I regret it.”
Silence stretched between them, making Rowan wish to fidget though she stoically kept herself still as Pinako continued to eye her. Then the old woman smiled and nodded. “I see. Well, I won’t stand in your way. I’m not entirely approving, but it’s obvious that the two of you care about each other. Forgive an old woman for wishing to watch out for her family.”
The Brigadier General smiled slightly. A smile and not a smirk. “It’s only right for you to do so.” She didn’t dare tell Pinako that she’d been thoroughly dressed down by her Aunt Chris. The Madame had been very gruff during the last visit Rowan had conducted to her shop before the Promised Day, having picked up the signs and put together the clues. Rowan knew that her paternal aunt was long gone out of the country and that she would not likely come back for several years if at all. Likely she was in Creta or Aerugo with her girls, but Rowan accepted the loss of her last family member despite the fact she was still alive.
It was at that point the door to the house opened and three babbling voices surged in even as one rose above the others and called out, “Granny! We’re home!” Rowan identified the female voice as Winry’s and patiently waited for them to enter the kitchen.
“I’m in the kitchen,” Pinako called out. Immediately, the sound of multiple feet came their direction and first to appear through the door was Alphonse, looking decidedly healthier and clean cut though using crutches to aid in his movements. Rowan’s initial assessment of the boy had been spot on. He was decidedly adorable, dressed in proper clothes and already beginning to fill out. The moment his eyes fell upon her, the smile on his face turned into an outright sunny grin even as the other two teens appeared right behind him.
“Colonel!” he chirped excitedly. “What are you doing here?” Winry and Edward both looked surprised, too, seeing Rowan, and she couldn’t help smirking at the befuddled expressions.
“Brigadier General, actually,” she said, making them all a little startled.
“You got promoted?” Ed asked, stepping around the blonde female to approach her, warmth visible in his eyes even as both Alphonse and Winry congratulated her. He didn’t choose to make a scene, though, by outright kissing her in front of his family. “I doubt you came all this way just to tell us your shoulders have more gold on them, though.”
“No, I didn’t. These are for you.” She held out the envelope to him and watched him take it. Patiently, the General waited for him to open it, marveling at the sight of his flesh right hand once again. When it did open, he blinked.
“My discharge papers?”
“Yes. Fuhrer Grumman thought they ought to be personally delivered. Congratulations, you’re now free of the military.” Edward blinked a bit before sliding the papers back.
“I suppose that this calls for a party,” mused Pinako, smiling around the stem of her pipe. “Congratulations, Ed.” Immediately, it spurred the others into motion and Rowan watched as Al and Winry both hugged the former alchemist as they delightedly congratulated him as well.
Something happened then that made Rowan stare. Edward smiled in a way she’d never seen before. Even when he had grinned at her upon her confession of her love, she’d never seen him smile in such a way. It was like he tried to split his face in half with his mouth alone and his eyes just sparkled brightly, not darkened by pain or guilt. As his arms encircled his siblings, for Winry was like a sister to him, and drew them close, he just smiled and laughed and outright astonished Rowan all over again.
Once things settled down a bit, the pair of them had exited the house, wishing for a bit of privacy. Rowan marveled at how tall Ed had become and she knew he wasn’t wearing his elevated boots anymore. He was, perhaps, four or five centimeters shorter than she and as they walked arm in arm out into the grassy field that stretched out behind the houses and away from Resembool, she relished her contact with him.
“I’m glad to see you,” she said softly. “I have missed you something terribly these past few months.”
“Same here, but Al was better off recovering in the country,” Ed apologized even as they came to a halt near the tree line of the forest he often played in while he was a kid. It was a good distance from the house and everyone else. Rowan only had time to hum in agreeing acceptance before she found herself being assailed by greedy hands and lips. Her hum turned into a low moan as he latched his lips to hers even as fingers immediately grabbed for where her blouse had been tucked into her slacks. “I’ve missed you so much…” he murmured against her mouth, finally getting his hands under her shirt to feel at her tummy before slipping higher to her breasts. Rowan’s hands found their way to him, too, as she pulled him close to get her fingers at his buttons. The brief wonder as to if anyone would likely stumble across them here was shoved to the back of her mind even as it occurred. There was no way Edward would likely want them to be too terribly exposed.
Palming her breasts through her bra, Edward panted as he felt himself grow hard. His lips began pressing kisses into her jawline and she exposed her throat to him so that he could assail the pale golden skin with his mouth. Before she even registered she had been backed up against a tree, her back felt the bark pressing into her and she moaned lightly as Edward bucked into her, already noticeably excited. Red lacquered nails found their way into his hair and she reveled in the fact he’d not braided it back. Tugging out the band that held the ponytail in place, she was unsurprised as Ed’s hands got bored with her breasts and went down to the hem of her skirt, tugging it up so that he could have access to the greater prize.
“Edward…” she whispered even as he nipped at her skin beneath her blouse, not minding that his tongue danced over the fabric of her bra and blouse rather her breast. She minded, though, and hurriedly drew her hands to herself, pulling at buttons and exposing skin. His hands brought her legs up about his waist, using the tree at her back to provide support even as he ground more fervently into her juncture. In a fit of inspiration, she pressed her hands together, knowing getting to her bra strap would be nigh impossible, and touched them to the white lacy bra she’d worn under her lavender shirt, hastily constructing a transmutation within her mind and calculating exactly what she wanted to happen. Immediately, the line of fabric connecting the two cups of her bra severed in a flash of alchemy, freeing her breasts. For a moment, Edward paused, seeing the alchemy.
He looked at her, cocking an eyebrow before letting loose that sunny and unreserved smile she’d already fallen in love with. Her fingers twined through his hair as he buried his face against her breast flesh, nipping, sucking, and biting at the pale skin happily even as he panted with need. Drawing a pink nipple into her mouth, he lightly bit the tender nub before swirling his tongue about it.
Rowan was panting, too. “I want you… in me,” she grunted, finding her voice as he petted at her and all but molested her right against what would likely become a very fondly remembered tree. He growled approvingly at that, looking up at her with lust darkened eyes.
“Waitin’ for you to say that,” he smirked as he ground up into her, gaining a pleasured gasp from both of them. He allowed her legs to lower, backing away so that she could do so. He briefly regretted not having his alchemy anymore because he could have transmuted the grass into a blanket for them to lie on in the warm heat of summer in Resembool. As it was, she looked absolutely marvelous, disheveled and wanting, her breasts exposed to the twilight-lit forest, her shoes had fallen off sometime during their make out session against the tree, and her eyes dark with lust. He, too, looked more than a little rumpled, what with his shirt undone and half pulled out and his hair falling about his shoulders.
It was then that the dark haired beauty decided to reach under her skirt and tug off her underwear. It was of red lace… a familiar red lace that Ed’s eyes glued to hungrily as it slipped past her knees and to the ground before she slipped them off one ankle only to bring the other ankle up so she could grasp the fabric and pull it free. Saucily, Rowan stepped towards him and delicately tucked the red into his right hand, trailing her fingers across his to heighten the sensation, before finding his fingers convulsively tightening on the material with a leering grin on his face.
“A trophy? Little late, aren’t you, bitchy Colonel?”
Her fingers slid up his arm, internally marveling at it being there once more, and crossed his shoulder to slip up to his face. “Perhaps, but I’m the one with the real prize,” she purred before cupping his face with both hands. “And it’s Brigadier General, now, handsome. How about one final command before we declare you truly free from the military?”
“And what would that be?” he asked, a thrill going down his spine even as she drew his face to hers.
“Ride me into the ground and give me the best fucking you can,” she growled sensually her lips mere centimeters from his.
“Now that’s an order I can get behind,” he hissed in pleasure. “But only doable if you get on the ground so I can.”
“Hm… request accepted,” she murmured, letting loose his face so that she could sink to the ground. Fortunately they weren’t so far into the forest that the grass had petered out and there didn’t seem to be much in the way of sticks or anything else. Once she was there, feeling the grass press and tickle through her clothes, she parted her legs to him and he immediately descended upon her.
Settling between her legs, his fingers immediately went to her already damp sex and began to finger her even as the other hand worked at his pants to free himself from the confines of his pants. Neither made an effort to completely undress, needing each other far more than worrying on petty little things like that. As soon as his cock sprang free of boxers and pants, he was on top of her, delighting in the maddening little touches of his sex against hers while both hands teased up her body. Thrilled when she groaned at his playfulness, Ed buried his face between her breasts and blew gently before lapping at the thin coating of sweat her body had accumulated even as her fingers tangled into his loose hair. It was salty and a touch bitter, but the taste of her skin and the smells of everything that made her ‘her’ made him truly accept that this wasn’t some fantastic wet dream but reality.
“Fuck me already, Fullmetal!” she barked at him, tired of his games.
“Yeah, yeah, General,” he drawled, reaching down between them to position his aching member at her entrance. Pushing in, he was unsurprised that she tensed slightly before relaxing almost immediately. Oh, it felt so good to slide home in her, pressing and filling that warm and luxurious wetness. For a moment he paused, relishing in having her beneath him again and silently celebrated that he was sixteen and considered legal. And then, he gave her a grin and she smirked right back, her dark eyes glittering with challenge and love. He was willing for that challenge and he began to pump her hard, wanting the feeling of her around him, sliding against him, pushing and pulling and driving him wild with the pure and unadulterated joy of having this gorgeous woman underneath him and willingly helpless against his love.
It wasn’t long before she began to pant and writhe under his thrusts, groaning and mewling while her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. His fingers dug into her thighs to steady her, half-hoisting her up off the ground in his effort to pound her into it like she wanted. It had been so long since he’d had her, and the view was so fucking sexy that he hated he was already losing control. But he would be damned if he wouldn’t make the best of it! Huffing as he thrust, he watched as her freed tits bounced, felt how her crotch impacted the front of his pants, and relished in the smell of sex in the forest air. Night was coming on, but that was fine. He knew this area like the back of his hand and the darkness would provide cover for them and the stars would light their way back. All that mattered was her, right here, right now.
“Edward,” she gasped out, egging him on as he gave her is all. That beg was a thrill down his spine and he growled slightly.
“I’m almost…”
“Don’t you dare pull out,” she said hoarsely. “Don’t you dare. Waited for so long…” Edward flagged a bit at that, looking at her in surprise.
“You want me… to come in you?” After everything she’d told him not to do, this was a first.
“Yes.” The word was hissed, slightly aggravated at the pause in his efforts. Edward took a moment longer and then he allowed a triumphant leer press itself across his lips and he began to thrust once more. Regaining his previous pace (thank goodness Pinako saw fit to keep him busy by being a slave driver), he plowed the woman, making her previous moans turn into half-choked yells of pleasure. He thrust through an orgasm, proud that he managed to hold on even as he massaged her ass possessively as she came, and a minute later felt his own ability flagging and came with a grunt of satisfaction.
Before, it had always resulted in a bit of a mess and a residual mop-up. Granted, they still smelled of sex and the front of his pants was smeared with her juices, but to have come inside of her… Satisfaction was a very mundane term to name the way he felt about it.
He lowered himself over her, bracing himself on either side of her head with his hands. She lazily kissed his right forearm and he briefly entertained the thought that she sought to make up for the lack of attention it had received while he had borne automail in its place. The former alchemist lowered himself further, still within her down below, and kissed her warmly while delighting in the mixed signals his flesh was informing him of. Her bare breasts against his pectorals, the grass pushing at his forearms that he’d lowered down onto, the taste of her silky lips, the pressure of her hands running over his still-clothed back, the texture of his pants, the vague harness about his lower left thigh from his automail port, and the sensation of him still being in her. Panting as she happily and lazily kissed at him, he accepted each little peck and ghosted kiss as red nails teased at his back and hair and neck. Trails of his long hair hung down the side of his face as he looked down at her, creating a stream of gold that seemed to want to touch at her.
“Love you,” she whispered against his mouth, letting him taste her words as certainly as hear them.
“Love you,” he murmured back after a press of her lips. His heart rate was smoothing out again, falling into the pattern of an athlete’s once more. Red tipped fingers slipped from his back and down his front, touching at his abdomen that was already losing some of its definition.
“You’ve put on a little weight,” she mused. He snorted in irritation. “No, no… don’t be mad. I realized after I saw Alphonse that you likely had been suffering from malnutrition, too.” Edward looked at her blandly, her face not far from his.
“Then you want me fat?” he asked dourly.
“No, that’s not it, either,” she protested, irritated he was jumping to conclusions left and right without really listening to what she was trying to say. “You look healthier. And you’re taller. Malnutrition can cause both height deficiencies… and temper issues. You’re finally recovering yourself.” Edward took a moment to consider that and then lazily pulled out to roll over onto his back and lie next to her.
“I guess you’re right,” he conceded. “I’ve been more mellow lately, or so everyone keeps telling me. I thought that it had something to do with finally getting Al back and the pressure being off.”
“Technically you would be right,” Rowan mused, casting a glance over at him and finding the teenager irrevocably delectable. “Can I say I love how you smile now? It’s… fitting, somehow, and far better than all the other expressions you’ve got. I swear you glow like the sun when you do.”
“Eh…” He gave a shrug even as he stared up at the sky partially blocked by tree branches. “I guess it’s because everything’s right again. I’ve gotten everything I really wanted.”
“Are you okay with still having your automail leg?” she asked curiously.
“It’s a good reminder of who I was and what I did wrong,” he replied candidly. “Then again, had I not so royally screwed up, then perhaps I wouldn’t have my Nightmare. So, no… can’t say I hate the leg.” He smiled as he said this and Rowan felt pride bloom in her.
“Well, I’m glad for that,” she mused, levering herself up to reposition between his legs. Curiously, Ed looked down his front and saw that she hovered over his still exposed cock. “Because I happen to think you happen to look exactly as you should.” Before he could offer commentary or even form a thought, she wrapped her lips about him and began to pleasure him into an erection once more.
Groaning, Ed fell to her deft hands with little complaint. Rowan felt a surge of power roll through her again as she watched Ed grow helpless at the feeling of her hands and mouth. His fingers reached down and slid into her dark hair, knotting within the strands to give him some kind of hold in a world that was ruled by sensation.
She focused on the task before her, though. Sucking at his cock, releasing the flesh and licking down the side of the member before sliding that tongue back up with a twist so it swirled about, dancing the tip across the vein, hearing him gasp and arch, taking him back into her mouth, bobbing her head to give the illusion of plunging into pussy… fuck, her pussy ached… pumping the base, reaching into his pants to fondle his nuts, hearing his breath hitch…
Yes, this was true power. A woman with a good head on her shoulders realized that while a blow job seemed demeaning to a woman, if she was good at it the man she serviced would be like putty in her hands.
As she worked the formerly flaccid flesh into a new erection, Rowan was already imagining impaling herself upon it, riding him into the ground this time. Sure, her name was ‘Mustang’, but why couldn’t she ride her puppy instead of the other way around? He panted, one hand fluttering to his side and he gripped at the grass, ripping more than a few blades up as he tried to keep from coming immediately into her mouth.
Feeling dancing fingers and knowing they were hers was enough to drive most men insane and she’d picked him out of all the shitheads about. Perhaps she had started all of this as a dare, but she owned him outright now and from her confession, he owned her, too. And still, she mouth fucked him.
‘Alright,’ he thought hazily. ‘I need that mouth elsewhere or else I’m gonna come.’ All his mouth managed was a panted “Ro…”
With that, she paused and eyed him carefully. Seeing his state of distress and pleasure, the Brigadier General released her lover’s cock and climbed dutifully up his form. “Yes?” she purred, very glad to have worn a skirt.
“Oh, fuck, you’re sexy,” he grumbled, staring up at her lustfully and gained a throaty chuckle. “I want you now. Right now.”
“That’s what I was waiting for you to say,” she purred, throwing his words back at him. He grinned even as she maneuvered herself to sit in his lap, lowering herself right onto that spike he steadied for her. Who would have thought a stroll down to the forest could be so much fun?
For a moment she sat there, pressed right onto his member and relishing in the fullness she felt. She could practically feel her wet sex dripping as she exulted in her victory. All the waiting, all the time spent hiding their relationship… and she had him utterly.
Ed’s breath hitched as she slowly slid up before dropping back down into his lap, letting her breasts and bra remnants bounce as she did so. Before she could raise up, he was fingering at her clit with one hand and steadying her with the other and, groaning, she began to ride Edward as pleasure surged up through her again. As the moon slowly rose over the horizon, somewhere between full and new, the couple continued their timeless dance.
Eventually, Ed got tired of the slower pace and carefully flipped them over, earning a yelp of shock from Rowan even as she tumbled into the grass. The maneuver didn’t dislodge her, fortunately, but Ed was definitely taking charge even as he picked up the pace and began to pound her hard. His teeth caught at his lip and his eyes slid shut as he pressed into her, focusing on her groans and squeals paired with the sound of wet flesh and the sensation of her all to himself. And then, he couldn’t hold it anymore but she couldn’t either and they came together, Rowan crying out his name to the hills and Edward panting hers out as he settled back on his knees.
“I just realized something,” he gasped as he gingerly pulled himself free, noticing how she winced as he moved. They’d never been quite this rough before and he had to say it was quite fun.
“What?” she murmured as he shifted to sit on his ass, tucking his manhood away and obviously spent. She continued to lay sprawled on the grass, boneless and quite happily tired.
“I have no doubt Granny kept Al and Winry coming out to look for us.”
‘Oh, dear lord, that would have been awkward,’ mused Rowan internally. Alphonse, as sweet as he was, likely would have been rather horrified by the way Ed and Rowan had manhandled each other and there was no doubt Winry would have been shocked, too. From an outsider’s perspective, especially an innocent one like those two, what the two of them had done appeared more in line with a brutal attack of each other rather than rough sex. “Good thing they didn’t…”
“Hey, Ro?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“You realize that there’s no trains until tomorrow, right?”
“Why do you think I brought a suitcase, Ed? The Fuhrer didn’t only give me your discharge papers. He gave me an order to take a vacation out in the country.”
There was a long silence at that as Ed slowly turned his head to Rowan even as she sat up to repair her clothing state and make herself presentable again. “Does he know about us?” he asked hoarsely.
Rowan recalled how the man had sat her down in his office not a month after she had been promoted. He’d told her that he didn’t approve of how she’d broken the laws but he was willing to overlook it as he viewed her as a surrogate granddaughter in light of her closeness to Riza and that no one had gotten hurt in the long run. Apparently, Riza had told her grandfather after some quiet pushing during the month after the Promised Day. The old goat had always been far too observant for his own good, honestly, but that was what made him such a good leader for he understood people. The blond sniper had immediately vouched for the pair, citing that they’d kept the entire debacle quiet for fear of ruining Rowan’s reputation as well as Rowan’s admissions that she had fallen as much under Edward’s spell as he had hers.
“Yes.” She didn’t couch the words into something gentler. Ed paled. “But, he was willing to let it pass as he found out after you left the military. As far as he’s concerned, what happens between military and ex-military is none of his concern.” Ed’s shoulders sagged and she could see the relief on his face in the faint light of the moon. Crickets happily chirped about them even as Ed pushed himself to his feet and stretched.
“Well, if he’s not going to crucify us, I suppose we won’t egg him about the details and risk him getting irritated,” he sighed.
“My thoughts exactly,” returned Rowan before she stood herself while Ed fixed his clothes back. She scanned down his form and realized there was a patch that was a good deal darker on the front of his pants than the rest of his slacks. Saucily, as he did up the buttons on his shirt, she stepped over to him and pressed her hands together. Really, this clapping technique was quite handy. Separating them, she pressed her hand into the front of his trousers, making him yip in surprise even as the faint flash of alchemy occurred.
“What the heck did you do?” he asked, looking down at where her hand was still cupped even though the light had faded.
“Oh…” she mused, rubbing at his now clean pants and making him push into the hand without thought. “Cleaning you up. No need to go back looking completely like we had sex, though you do manage it well enough looking like sex on legs.”
“Evil woman, grabbing at my balls,” he grunted, hooking an arm about her and kissing her thoroughly in return.
“You like it.”
“Just warn me before you alchemize anything too close to my manly parts? I happen to like the idea of being fully functioning.” She laughed and slung her arms about him, hugging him close.
“Guess what, puppy?”
“What?”
“You’re all mine.”
“Mmm… I can live with that, General Nightmare.”
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