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Feel Me, Shame Me, Heal Me	By : RyokoBlue Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Het - Male/Female Views: 11762 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 8
- 9
- 10
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Summary: Winry determined to find the Elric brothers, headed
to Central. Life is definitely full of surprises, and she certainly didn�t
expect this one.

Feel
Me, Shame Me, Heal Me

Episode
8�Addicted

It was silent and dark.
Warmth surrounded. Contentment, with a light hint of protective hues
enveloping� Breathing slow and even in her sleep, she pressed a little more
into that safe, warm, haven. Winry�s eyes instantly popped open. She
silently gasped finding that she was wrapped in strong arms and held against a
hard chest which it seemed her face had been nestled into. She pulled
back a fraction. Her eyes felt sore from her earlier emotional
outburst. She glanced around at the shadows about the walls from the half
moonlight shinning in from the window.

How long had she been asleep for?
Winry looked for a clock but couldn�t find one. Instead, her eyes fell
upon the sleeping man beside her, a mess of blankets pulled up to his
waist. His raven hair was disheveled, making him look more innocent than
he really was. Winry snorted, no one in their right mind would put
innocent and Roy Mustang in the same sentence. He stirred a little, and a
lock of his hair fell into his closed eyes. Letting out a long breath, he
settled down and his head tilted slightly on the pillow. Without really thinking
about it, Winry gently moved that piece of hair out of his face, her fingers
lingering on his cheek. Her eyes widening in horror, she snapped her hand
back sharply at what she had just done. �What am I doing?!�

She squeezed her misbehaving
hands, clenching and unclenching them. Winry glared at Ro�Mus� She stared
downward in disbelief. She had no idea what to call him now, even in her
own head. A tiny voice or was it a feeling deep within urged her to use
his name. But how could she do that? Wouldn�t that throw everything she
was determined to feel and think about him back in her dead parents�
memories? Wouldn�t it shame them, wouldn�t they be devastated? He
stole them, he stole their lives!   Her eyes shifted to him
again. �What are you doing to me!?� she demanded in her mind
fiercely.

Lifting her hand, Winry was going
to slap him, hard. She moved her hand closer to his face, her eyes
narrowed in determination. Swinging back, she let her hand fly�

�stopping barely an inch before
his cheek, her hand trembling and her eyes were again swelling with frustrated,
angry tears as she stared hard at him. Why couldn�t she do it? He
deserved to feel her violence for all that he has done. Taking deep
breaths and willing back her flurry of emotions, she lowered her hand and it
came to rest on his chest, her fingertips softly tapping. Winry let her
fingers lightly tap again. Blue eyes snapped up to his face, finding him
still asleep. Her eyes shifted back to her fingers resting against him,
heat creeping, rising to her cheeks.

His skin was smooth and
warm. Curiosity was building. Yes, that�s what it was. She
normally wouldn�t have any desire at all to touch him; it was all �for the
sake of curiosity.� That didn�t even sound convincing in her own
head, but she would let that be the reason, no matter what little voice in her
mind would argue the fact. It was something that she could
accept�curiosity. And besides, he would never know what she was thinking
about doing, he was asleep.

Carefully and trying not to wake
him, Winry flattened her palm on his chest feeling his heart beating steadily
beneath her hand. A tiny smile that she wasn�t even aware of lifted the
corners of her mouth at the feel of his taut, smooth skin beneath her
fingertips. She glanced at his face, making sure he wasn�t waking
up. �Just a little more, then I�ll stop.�   Her hands,
soft and gentle glided about his firm hard plains, slowly tracing the contours
that outlined exquisite shapes that made his form almost utterly perfect. She
barely heard the content sigh leave her lips; she was lost in the way he felt,
thinking that he was simply amazing. �Just a little, tiny, smidgen bit
more and I�ll stop for sure this time.�

Winry�s heart was racing and she
swallowed a hard breath of excited air, when she smoothed her hands down to his
abdomen feeling the muscle there quiver and tighten beneath her hands. He
suddenly moved! And Winry yanked her hand back rapidly as if she were
burnt and doing something completely wrong. Her heart beat quickly as she
chanced a look up at his face again. Was she caught?

Relief immediately flooded Winry�s
mind and body when she found that he was still asleep, and still looking
completely relaxed. That did it. That was the preverbal cold water bucket
dumped over her head. Who knew if she could still touch him without him
actually waking up? It was definitely time to stop. Her eyes did on
occasions have minds of their own and rested on his chest again. She
shook her head while staring in astonishment. �No one can be made this
perfect.� And yet, his physical appearance had her disagreeing with
that thought. She at least would admit that he was beautiful man, not one
single flaw about his body or face�Winry closed her eyes knowing that his flaws
weren�t on the outside, they were inside.

What was she doing here? She
was sneakily touching him when she shouldn�t even want to. This was so
not good at all and Winry sighed thinking it was probably best to get out of
here. She was wondering to herself if he ever had anyone walk out on him
in the middle of the night before.

Twisting away from him, Winry
cautiously started scooting towards the edge of the bed when a hand latched
onto her forearm, causing her to �yelp� and jump in surprise.

�Where you going?� Roy asked with
a slight purr in his voice.

Her head whipped around, staring
at him. �Um�uh� I was...� Ugh! Why was she stuttering like a fool?
Winry groaned in frustration. �I was going to go home.�

Roy pulled her back to him and she
cried out indignantly. He merely grinned holding her close. �There�s no
need to do that. I�ll take you home when it�s light out.� Wrapping
his arm securely around her, he pressed her against his chest. �And
surely you aren�t finished with your �exploration.�� He said with an all
knowing sly expression.

A mortified cry flew from Winry�s
lips, her face heating so hot it felt like she was on fire. �Y�you were
awake?!�

He leaned closer to her, that sly
grin not leaving his lips. �Who could sleep while a lovely girl was
touching them, eh? It was nice. You shouldn�t stop.� Roy curled his hand
around hers and brought it to his stomach, pressing her palm against him and
holding it there.

Her eyes were glued to her hand
resting on his firm stomach. �H�how long had you been awake for?�
She was completely embarrassed at him having been awake and knowing she was
touching him.

�I�m a very light sleeper, Winry.�
He said with a purr. �So the moment you pulled away from me after you had been
asleep.� He wasn�t always a light sleeper, but ever since the war, it had
made him so that he was always alert even when resting.

She felt her temper spark.
He�d been awake the whole time she had and he was just faking it!? �Damn
you, Mus�� She saw his brow arch as she was going to use his surname and it
seemed he didn�t like that. His expression told her that loud and clear.
And Winry cleared her throat uncomfortably, �You should have said something!�

The foul expression melted from
his face and he turned to her with a slight smile, �And disrupt you?� Roy
touched her cheek, lightly caressing with the sides of his fingers. �How
silly would that make me if I did that?� He was so elated that Winry had
actually been enjoying touching him. He had even opened his eyes a crack
to see her expressions of excitement and awe.

He moved quickly and the next
thing Winry knew was that she was flat on her back with him above her.
�What are you doing?!� She hollered, fear and a little exhilaration laced her
voice while she was shifting back and forth trying to wiggle from beneath
him. He pressed down, preventing her from escape.

Roy hovered over her, his mouth so
close to hers. �Turnabout is fair play, don�t ya think?� He saw her
eyes widen and he chuckled lightly. �Close your eyes while I touch you
now.�

Winry squeaked, �But you�you don�t
need to do that. You already know what I feel like.� Her face
heated bright even in the partial darkness of the room.

His answer to that was a quick
kiss upon her lips and slowly moving them over her cheek. �My memory in
this case is bad, very bad, and I need to recondition my mind to your beautiful
body.� He was clearly teasing, and would forever remember how she felt.

�Uh�� Winry�s heart pounded.
�Liar,� She felt his fingers lightly stroking the underside of her
breast. �Ah�no, I don�t want�� All thoughts and words slammed to a halt
when he drew her nipple into his mouth, suckling and laving it with his
tongue. Winry�s stomach tightened and liquid heat gathered between her
thighs, her pulse was racing so fast.   With his other hand, his
fingers glided down her belly and slid right up against her center, separating
her wet, slick folds, he stroked and his middle finger circling and rubbing her
bundle of nerves. �This�you can�t�� She tried to speak, and his
reply to that was to rub between her legs faster and Winry groaned.

Releasing her nipple, Roy looked
up at her, �Do you want me to stop?� He saw her bite her lower lip, while he
circled his finger around her clitoris faster. �Do you want me to?� He
watched as her body flushed and even that excited him knowing that he could
cause these reactions in her.

�N�yes�er�No. I don�t know!�
She cried and throwing her head back as his finger pushed inside her and he
thrust it gently in and out in smooth, slow movements.

Roy chuckled, �Promise me to
always use my name when we�re alone, and I�ll give you what you need.� He
kissed the side of her neck. �Do you promise?� His finger moved
slower, almost too slow frustrating the young girl where she nodded fiercely in
her agreement and she grabbed his face and he looked right at her finding her
stern glare beneath her heated gaze. Roy closing the distance a bit, so
that his breath tickled her lips, �You feel so good, Winry. I want to be
inside you again.� At those words she urged her center against his hand.

�You�re a bastard.� Winry panted
as he rubbed her faster, making her moan and thrash her hips harder against his
hand. �I hate you, I hate you!� She cried in her release, slamming her
center against his hand hard and he was rubbing so fast, as he made her ride
out the pearls of pleasure erupting within her.

He smirked and pulled his hand
from between her legs and curved both his hands about her hips, while moving over
her. The tip of his arousal pressed inside her, and she barely had a
moment to catch her breath when he drove in fast and he felt her climax erupt
again intensely, her arching onto him and pulling him even deeper into her snug
warmth, �Yes! Hate me. Hate me all you want!� He yelled in nothing
but pure rapture while he slammed himself inside her, again and again.
She was warm, wet and slippery as he thrust in and out, over and over
again.   Roy didn�t care what she shouted at him in her throes of
passion as her satiny walls clung to him so tight and oh so hot, just as long
as he didn�t have to stop.

This was just too searing, too
delicious. He was thoroughly addicted, and Roy would do this too her all
night long.

****

A loud knock at his front door
brought Roy from his bedroom, the early morning light shining in from his
living room window that was framed by white curtains. Roy�s hair was
still slightly damp from his recent shower. He was currently in last
night�s slacks and bare-chested as he walked to the door.

Turning the lock, Roy
opened the door finding Maes standing there with his uniform shoved in front of
the man.

�Laundry delivery,� Maes said with
a short laugh, peering out from beside the clothing.

Roy
reached out and took the clothing from his friend, �Did you also bring what I
asked you over the phone?�

�Of course,� Maes pulled from
behind his back a rather large paper sack; it looked like some grease was
soaking through the paper. �Although, I don�t know why you had me order
you breakfast, can�t you make your own food?� He then grimaced,
remembering that most of Roy�s food
ended up tasting like rubber. �Uh, never mind. So can I come in?�

�No.� Roy
took the bag from Maes� hand, and handed him the money he owed him for the
purchase, seeing that his friend looked a little disappointed.

�And why not?� Maes had
never been denied entry before, this was a first. Why would Roy
do that?

Roy
couldn�t let Maes in. If he were to see Winry� it would be a
disaster! Slowly, his eyes shifted to the left and cleared his
throat. This seemed to alert Maes to why he couldn�t come in and an all
knowing smirk lifted at the corner of his friend�s lips.

�You were entertaining a lady
friend last night and she hasn�t left yet?� Crossing his arms over his
chest, Maes leaned a little closer. �So, where did you pick this lady up
at, was she just another one of those one night stands of yours? I
remember when I first started dating Gracia, she was so lovely�� He failed to
see the irritated expression crossing Roy�s
face, or if he did he didn�t let on. �The first night I took her out I
knew she was the one. But you go through gals like water. Do you know
what you need?� Maes was about to say just what it was, but Roy�s
door slammed in his face.

Roy
rolled his eyes at his door and turned, that man and his stories was enough to
drive anyone to want to shoot their own foot to escape them. He saw Maes
at the window pointing at him. Roy
stomped over to the window.

�Roy,
get yourself a wife!� Maes shouted and laughed when Roy
swiftly yanked the curtains closed.

Letting out an aggravated breath, Roy
laid his uniform out on the sofa and proceeded to strip from last night�s pants
and get dressed in his uniform pants, next was the shirt where he tucked it in
and fastening his pants along with his belt. He slipped on his boots and
sat his uniform jacket along with the uniform skirt on the back of the chair on
his way to take care of the bag of food. Walking to the table he placed the
paper bag on top of it and pulled out the many different breakfast foods he had
ordered from that nice little restaurant down the street. There was a small
decanter of orange juice which he set aside and reached for the portions of
bacon, scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, toast with sides of butter and jam, and
lastly the few cantaloupe slices. Rushing back to his cupboards he pulled
open the side the plates and glasses were stacked and pulled down two of each
item carrying them back to the table, where he set out with the mundane task of
filling the plates with the food.

He filled one glass with
juice. He took that and the empty glass into the bathroom, setting them
on the bathroom counter. Roy
went through the medicine cabinet looking for a slender cobalt blue bottle with
a cork. Finding it, he yanked the cork out and poured some of the green
fluid into the empty glass. Picking up both glasses he headed out of the
bathroom and into his bedroom. Walking to the bedside he placed both
glasses on the small table there and stared down Winry still fast asleep.

She was lying on her front,
blankets wrapped around her slim waist leaving her completely nude from the
waist up. Her lovely hair of spun gold was fanned out against the pillow
behind her, and Roy smiled lightly, filling with content warmth at the
beautiful sight she made. He could get used to her sleeping here and him
waking up beside her.

He really hated to disturb her she
looked so peaceful�but it had to be done. Roy leaned forward and lowered
his palms to her smooth back and rubbed them gently up and down. He
leaned closer to her ear, �Winry, it�s time to wake up.� She made a noise
and moved. Roy kissed her lightly on the side of her neck and she stirred
more, making a small sigh.   He really wanted to wake her up in an extremely
naughty way, but time was swiftly moving and he had to get her home and himself
to Headquarters.

Roy watched her eyes slowly open
and he pulled back as she moved to sit up, she held the blanket in her grasp,
holding it against her breasts as she rubbed her tired eyes with her other
hand.

The sun was definitely up and
shining. Why was she still so tired? Winry yawned, trying to cover
it up with her palm. She turned her head to find Roy standing there, with
a glass of something green in his hand. Tired blue eyes lifted to his
face, was it just her or did he look a little different? �Nah! Don�t
be ridiculous, Winry.� She said to herself. �What time is it?�

�A little after seven,� He said
with a calm expression, extending the glass with the green liquid towards
her. �Here, drink this. You don�t want to end up popping out a family
before you�re ready, do you?� He teased even though it was a serious
situation. He figured he would lighten the mood some. Roy was in a
very good mood this morning; he couldn�t remember when he�d actually had a good
morning.

Winry did not hesitate and grabbed
for the glass. She put it to her nose finding that there wasn�t really a
scent to it. Closing her lips over the rim she tipped the glass back and
the contents slid into her mouth� Ugh! It was disgusting! Swallowing the
difficult, nasty fluid, she was scowling uncomfortably while handing the glass
back to him. �It tastes like stinky feet.�

Roy laughed - a real honest to
goodness laugh. �I�ll take your word for it. I don�t know or care
to know what stinky feet taste like.� He then handed her the orange
juice. �Perhaps this won�t taste as bad as stinky feet.�

Winry recognized orange juice
instantly and accepted the glass, drinking it down in a rush to get that nasty,
horrid taste out of her mouth.

Kneeling at the bedside, Roy
picked up her clothing from off the floor and placed them on the blanket in her
lap. �Come out when you�re finished, we need to talk.� It was said very
seriously. He wanted to keep seeing her like this. There would be
no way she could pull off a lie and say she didn�t enjoy what happened last
night. Roy had no intention of leaving her alone now. Rising to his
feet, he left the room to let her get dressed, closing the door behind him to
give her, her privacy.

Winry sighed and stared at her
rumpled red dress, her bra and panties. She bundled them up in her
arms. Pulling the blanket back she swung her legs over the edge of the
bed and stood up. There was a dull ache between her legs when she stood
and she frowned. Glancing around the room she noticed the closet door was
closed and a tall full length mirror was secure against it. She walked
over to the mirror and looked at her reflection. Her eyes widened in shock,
there were so many red marks all over her neck and her breasts that she felt
heat rising to her face. Winry scrambled to get dressed; she didn�t want
to stare at those markings any longer, they were making her feel sick and hot
all at the same time.

What was she going to do
now? Winry knew he wanted to talk about what happened last night and she
didn�t want to face that, not now. There was no way he would believe she
hated it�because she didn�t. She couldn�t lie, not about this. So
what did this actually mean, would he still leave her alone if she asked?
Part of her screamed no, but the other part demanded yes. It felt like
her heart was going to split apart! What was with these conflicting
emotions! She hated him. Roy Mustang was a horrible manipulator and
a murderer that made her feel so good that she couldn�t even recognize herself
anymore.

Raking her fingers through her
hair to try and get some of the tangles out, she groaned in irritation.
Winry took several deep breaths, wondering what was happening to her. Just what
was she becoming!?

The bedroom door opened and Roy
looked up as Winry stepped out. Her dress was wrinkled and her hair was
slightly a mess. It didn�t matter to him, she looked radiant. He
leaned against the breakfast bar and pointed to the table that the food was
placed. �You should have something to eat.�

Winry didn�t feel like eating
anything, not in front of him for one. That felt way too personal.
Even though, the food smelled really good and it made her mouth water.
She would have something at home and shook her head. �No thanks, I�m not
hungr�� Her stomach made a squishy rumbling noise and her face heated so red in
embarrassment.

Roy laughed, �Your stomach
disagrees.� He walked over to her and took her hand, pulling her to the
table where he had her sit down. �Just eat it.�

She stared down at the plate full
of food, �You didn�t make this, did you?�

Roy leaned against the counter
again. He wished he could have made anything edible; it seems that even lettuce
wilts in his hand. �No. My food usually ends up tasting like old
tires. So I try to stay away from the culinary arts.� He smirked seeing
her blink in astonishment.

�Oh, so there�s actually something
out there that you can�t do? Wow, I�m surprised.� She actually was even
if her comment came out slightly sarcastic, which earned her a smile from him
which looked forced.

�Just eat that. I might not
have made it but I still paid for it.� His reply was slightly sharp. He
heard her mumble something that sounded a lot like jerk, but he didn�t pay any
mind to it. She picked up the fork and poked at the eggs. Grabbing
a chair from the breakfast bar, Roy pulled it over to the table so it was
diagonal to hers and he sat down.

After sticking a fork full of eggs
in her mouth, the fork prongs were still held in between her lips. She
looked at him in confusion, �Aren�t you gonna eat anything?�

�I already did.� Roy replied,
leaning back in his seat. He watched as she cleared half the plate before
moving onto the fruit. She appeared to be concentrating on the food and
not even looking up at him.

�Cantaloupe is okay, I really like
strawberries a lot.� Winry suddenly said, staring at the orange colored fruit
and picking at it lightly with the fork. �Blueberries are good too, so
are blackberries.� Perhaps talking about food would distract his mind
from what she knew was on it.

Roy
folded his arms on the table and leaned forward. �I�ll keep that in
mind.� He watched as she squeezed her eyes closed for a moment. �There�s
something we need to discuss.� He said, the air around them completely serious
now.

Opening her eyes, Winry stared
downward, at the plate, the fruit, at anything except him. �I have an
idea of what it is you want to talk about.� Her stomach jumped furiously, and
she felt sweat start to gather at the back of her neck around her
hairline. �At first I was trying to think of a way to lie convincingly
about hating what happened, but I couldn�t think of anything that would work.
You aren�t stupid.� She was so nervous. �I know you said that if I hated
it then you�d leave me alone. But you never said what would happen if I
didn�t hate it.�

He knew she�d never admit to liking
anything to do with him. Roy
saw her grip tighten about the fork and he reached over and plucked it from her
hand. It could be considered a weapon and he didn�t want it thrown at
him. �What happens is that you continue to give me what I want.� He
was right to take that fork away as her head snapped up. Her blue eyes
full of anger, narrowed in on his.

�For how long?� She said tightly.

He shrugged and leaned back,
stretching his leg out appearing very casual, �Until I get tired of you.� It
sounded cruel, but it was the truth since he hardly stayed with any lady for
more than a few weeks.

Winry knew he didn�t want anyone
to find out about this, she could go right now to someone, anyone and spill
everything. So she actually had something to use against him�but then so
did he, Roy had something against her too. Edward! �Can�t you do
the right thing for once, can�t you not think about only what you want.�

He shifted forward suddenly,
grasping her hand in his. She tried yanking it from his grasp, but his
hold tightened. Roy brought
her hand to his mouth, where he kissed her palm directly, staring at her hard,
predatory, causing a faint blush to sprinkle her cheeks. �You want it
too, and don�t try and deny it. Like you said, I�m not stupid.� He
placed her hand on the table with his covering over it. �And I do know
what you�re thinking, Winry. Don�t you dare even think about saying
anything to anyone about this. Or you�ll force me to bring unknowing,
little Edward Elric into this.�

�He won�t believe you.� Winry
gasped half in anger and half in shock. His fingers were stroking the top
of her hand. Even her head was starting to disagree with her comment.
�You have more to lose than I do.�

Winry did have a point, Roy
mused. But he wouldn�t let her think she had the upper hand. This
girl cared a lot about what Fullmetal thought, so he would have to play on that
fear. �What are a few nameless faces to me, your loss would be even
greater. Someone who you�ve known since you were small. You two are
close, and I know it would tear you apart if he were to find you horrible and
never see you again. After I get through with Fullmetal, he�ll know
everything you did. How you melted for me, and how you let me fu��

�Stop! All right!� Winry shrieked,
snapping her palm back from his hand and slamming both her hands over her
ears. �Just� be quiet.�

Roy
took a light breath and realized he didn�t want to cause her anymore pain than
he already had. But he had to do something that kept her coming back to
him. He was far from done with her. �Look, I don�t want to threaten
you, Winry. I don�t like doing that. I want to keep seeing you like
this. It doesn�t have to mean anything, its just sex.� His stomach
strangely tightened at that comment, but he pushed that feeling aside. �I
know the wishful fantasies that express two people should be in love, but
that�s just what it is... a fantasy. That�s not how it is in real
world. Now I really enjoyed being with you, and I know you enjoyed being
with me, even if you hate me.�

�This is a really bad idea.� Winry
said bitterly to her plate.

�Bad idea or not, I want you.� Roy
stood up and walked to her side. �Stop resisting and let me give you what
you crave.� He kneeled down to her level. �You know I can. You know you
want to feel my hands on you, my lips on yours.� She turned her head in
his direction.

�You�re so lucky I didn�t hate it,
or you�d be eating wrench right about now.� She sneered in complete animosity.

A devious smirk lifted at the
corner of Roy�s mouth. �I�d
rather be eating yo�� Her palm slapped over his mouth, cutting him off.

�I don�t know what you�re going to
say, but I know a dirty comment when I�m about to hear one.� Winry scowled and
found his eyes to be shinning in amusement. And she dropped her hand from
his lips.

Roy,
reached up and traced her cheek with his fingers, �That�ll be a lesson for
another time.� He really wanted to ravish her right now, on this very
table. But he was aware of the time slipping past and he had never been
late for work before. Standing up, he would take care of the dishes
later. �So, Winry, do we have an understanding?�

Crossing her arms over her breasts
tightly, Winry glared hard at him. �Yeah, Roy��
her face heated and she looked away from him, using his name was going to take
some getting used to. ��all right. But Ed and Al, they can�t ever
find out about this. Not ever, and when they come back it ends.�

He could agree with that, �very
well then.� This was definitely going his way. He wondered how long this
infatuation over her was going to last. Just to insure a lengthy affair,
he could send Fullmetal off on some wild goose-chase to so many different
cities and towns in search of information on that damned stone that only brought
trouble and death. He could do that until he had his fill of Miss Winry
Rockbell. He was playing dirty and he knew it, but he couldn�t stop
himself. He wanted her too much.

She was incredibly addicting.

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Well that�s it for this episode/chapter. Stay tuned
for more excitement and even some romance to come.

Until next time readers!

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