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Lessons in Life and Love	By : NekoEro Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Het - Male/Female > Ed/Winry Views: 7554 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Equivalent Exchange Part 3
Author: NekoEro/HaganeNeko/(formally) alchemyotaku75
Pairing: EdxWinry
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist/Hagane no Renkinjutsushi (鋼の錬金術師) belongs to Hiromu Arakawa, Bones, TBS, Square Enix, Viz, and Funimation. No infringement is intended. Written for entertainment purposes only; I make nothing from this fic.
Here's Part 3 of the third and final story in the Lessons in Life and Love series, which also includes Slippery When Wet and You Can't Hurry Love.
Summary: AU Futurefic. Ed has grown far too comfortable in his intimate relationship with Winry and his self-centeredness, coupled with his tendency to be an outright oblivious idiot, leads to their breakup. Will Ed learn what love really is and that there’s more to being a man than just being of legal age and being in a sexual relationship? This is Part 3 of the third and final of three stories in the “Lessons in Life and Love” series.
A/N: It's taken a very long time, but Lessons in Life and Love is nearly finished! Part 4 will conclude the series; thing is, I haven't started work on part 4 yet. I do promise it will be written and will be posted, I just don't know when. Please check my Tumblr for updates on all my fics (the link is on my profile), and please do check out Forbidden Acts, an FMA EdxWinry AU, which can be found at either my LJ or AO3 accounts, links which can also be found on my profile!
On a final note, please check out Arielphf's illustration for EE Part 3 on dA (or at least until it's taken down...) You can find it at: http://arielphf.deviantart.com/art/Equivalency-419901294 It will be under a Mature filter, and you may not be able to see it if you don't have a dA account. She also has it on FanArtCentral: http://www.fanart-central.net/pictures/user/ArielthePHF/836615/Equivalence
Equivalent Exchange Part 3
Ed gently squeezed her hand and released it. At first she seemed surprised by his gesture, but Winry smiled at him and playfully tugged at a strand of his hair. The pair sat for a time, drinking tea, nibbling on cookies, and making small talk.
Wind-tossed rain rattled the window, causing Winry to turn in surprise. She rose to stand before it, leaning in so that her nose almost touched the glass. Her breath fogged the pane, and she wiped it away.
“It’s really coming down. I haven’t seen a storm like this in a long time.”
Ed rose to stand behind her and squinted, but had no better luck trying to see outside. “I’ll bet the streets down by the river will be flooded after this.”
A particularly close lightning strike made her yelp. The flash was blinding and the instantaneous thunder deafening. When the lights flickered and went out, Winry turned and buried her face in his shirt.
“That was a bit too close for comfort,” he chuckled, protectively folding her in his arms, “Maybe we shouldn’t be standing by the window.” Ed squinted outside again. “It looks like lights are out all over the neighborhood.”
Winry didn’t respond. He glanced down at the crown of her head, the only thing he could make out in the near dark. “You okay?” He felt her nod against his chest.
“Yeah. It just startled me, that’s all.” Her voice was muffled by the cloth of his T-shirt. She relaxed and turned to rest her head on his chest. “When do you think the lights will come back on?”
“Who knows? But I don’t think it will be anytime soon. No one’s going to go out in a lightning storm like this to fix a fried transformer or downed line.”
“Do you have any candles?”
“No, but I should have a lantern somewhere. Why? Are you afraid of the dark?”
“No.”
Her tetchy tone told him otherwise. Against his better judgment, he baited her.
“I never took you for a wimp, Winry.”
She drew back to slap his chest. “Don’t be ridiculous!”
“Fraidy cat.”
“Now you’re just being mean!”
He laughed. “I know you’re not, Win.”
Her irritation waned as quickly as it built up. “Damn right!” she huffed.
“Okay, okay, I’ll go light the lantern.” Ed felt his way to the other side of the room and sought out the small kerosene lantern tucked away in the cabinet under the sink. Another fumbling search turned up a box of matches and soon a weak glow, barely enough to see by, lit a portion of the room. At least there was enough light to keep Ed from tripping over furniture as he returned to Winry’s side.
Winry turned to him as he slipped an arm around her, “You know, you’re one of the most courageous people I know. In some ways, you’re much braver than me. It’s one of the things I really like about you.”
When silence answered him, he glanced to find her looking up at him quizzically.
“Ed?” she said, just above a whisper. She offered him a furtive smile and returned his embrace. They stood in place, content in one another’s arms, while Ed gently rocked her. The moment felt perfect, comfortable and warm, and he couldn’t help but kiss the top of her head. When she tipped her head up, it felt perfectly natural to lean down for a real kiss.
The meeting of their lips was guileless yet deliberate, more intense than originally intended but not at all heated. They parted, both reluctant to let the moment go and wishing it could go on longer. Tension slowly built between them, subtle at first, then growing into an irresistible pull, a longing to continue. Ed felt each of Winry’s breaths wash over his face and he drank it in like a man starved for oxygen; it was sweet and perfumed with chocolate from the cookies. He longed to delve into her mouth to taste it for himself.
Giving in to his yearning, he took her mouth with his again, pressing his tongue deeper until the kiss was something more than romantic and tender. Now he tasted her deeply, taking what he wanted without bashfulness or guilt. With great satisfaction, he detected the lingering traces of the sweets she had eaten moments ago.
Ed almost lost himself to the moment but remembered Winry’s request; that sex not be part of their courtship. It was excruciating to tear himself away, to obey his mind and not his body, but he forced himself under control. He eased them apart with a firm grasp on her shoulders.
He didn’t get far. Winry cradled his face in her hands and drew him close until their lips met again. He opened his mouth on hers, taking her in, and swept his hands up her neck and into her hair, lifting and rumpling the long strands they went. The kiss was a continuous massage of warm lips as Ed slipped his fingers deeper into her hair to keep her close.
Their kisses evolved into furtive caresses with lips and hands while still staying within safe territory. Soon this wasn’t enough; fingers sought buttons, weaving them free, and grasped at shirts to pull them over heads and off shoulders.
Ed settled onto into the ottoman, leaving a trail of petal-soft kisses from her clavicle, through the valley of her breasts, continuing on to her navel. Winry’s soft gasps of surprise and approval greeted his ears and her fingers toyed with the long strands of his hair. Ed grappled with his rising desire, forcing himself to focus on the needs of the beautiful woman before him and not his own.
His touch drifted down over the curve of her hips, onto her thighs. When he tried to coax her closer, Ed felt Winry’s body suddenly tense. He leaned into her, his hands wandering the contours of her backside through the thin, satiny material of her panties. As he kissed her abdomen, he realized she was trembling. Straightening, he looked up into a pair of very frightened blue eyes accented by worry lines.
“Winry? What’s wrong?”
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Ed’s touch felt good.
No, it felt freaking fantastic.
She couldn’t clearly recall how her clothes had come off; she was naked except for her panties, but she had given into his advances without a second thought. It had been so long since he had touched her in this way. It answered a craving she had not realized she had.
Still, the touch brought back the memories; recollections of Ed’s past selfishness, of the times he would take what he wanted without attending to her needs. Old fears resurfaced, fears that Ed would once again simply use her and leave her wanting more. A wave of anxiety overtook her and she froze. She was too terrified to encourage him, despite how much she enjoyed his vastly improved foreplay.
It was all she could do to not turn away when his head tipped up and those beautiful liquid gold eyes, now filled with confusion and hurt, met hers.
“Winry?” he asked, barely above a whisper, “What’s wrong?”
A knot formed in her throat; how could she tell him she was afraid of being used again without driving him away? Unable to bear the mixture of emotion she saw on his face, Winry looked askance. Tears welled up, threatening to spill over, and she resisted the urge to cover herself.
“Please tell me,” he insisted. There was no anger, impatience, or frustration, just honest concern.
“I…I don’t want to be hurt again,” she managed to choke out. At the fringe of her vision she saw his head bob in a thoughtful nod.
“I understand that. But I also promised you I’d do my best to never hurt you again.”
The silence stretched out into a long, painful interval with Winry avoiding his eyes and Ed waiting patiently for her reaction. Finally, he lifted his hand and she started as his natural hand delicately took her by the fingers. He seemed reluctant to look up at her, remaining fixated on the hand holding hers.
“Trust me.”
Startled by his heartfelt request, Winry looked back to him. He returned her gaze with an unflinching one of his own through the curtain of his long bangs. His eyes were wide and clear, with no ill intent or unbridled lust. She found only warm affection.
“Please. I’m just asking you to trust me.”
Winry felt conflicted. She wanted to surrender to his touch, his kisses, but the old, painful memories held her back. Yet, this was Ed. When it mattered, he was always true to his word.
Could she trust him now?
When the seconds ticked by a bleak, wounded look clouded his eyes. He nodded again.
“That’s okay, Winry. I know you have no reason to trust me because of before. If you’re not ready, I understand.” He watched as his thumb stroked the top of her fingers in long, gentle sweeps, then shifted forward to rest his forehead on her stomach. “I’m sorry. I mistook…what we were doing just now…as a sign you were ready to…” He cleared his throat. “I shouldn’t have pressured you.”
A wave of love rippled through Winry at his words. A younger Ed wouldn’t have been so concerned for her welfare. That Ed would have pushed on and taken what he wanted without regard for her needs or feelings. But this Ed seemed to be thinking of her without any concern for his own needs and wants. This version of him was that of a man; all traces of the boy she once knew seemed to have vanished into the distant past.
“Let go of the past and trust your heart. It will tell you what to do.”
Winry decided to take a leap of faith; how could she turn away from him, how could she deny the depth of feeling he had for her that shown so clearly in his eyes?
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When Winry’s silence stretched on for an agonizing length of time, a heavy weight settled into his stomach. Ed assumed she was ready to resume their intimacy when she had responded favorably to his unintended advances. Even he had never intended for their kisses to bring them to this stage. Now it appeared as if she had reconsidered their actions and no longer wanted to continue.
And why she didn’t want to? Because she felt she could no longer trust him.
This made the young alchemist profoundly sad. Was there anything he could possibly do to fix what he had broken? How could he regain her trust if she wouldn’t give him a chance to show how much he had changed, how much he had learned? If there was a way, it was plain it wasn’t going to happen tonight.
Now how to extricate them both from this suddenly awkward situation and excuse himself from the room to allow Winry to dress without his presence. No matter how he did it, Ed knew his exit was going to be uncomfortable and further drive a wedge between them. There was no way he could leave that wouldn’t be interpreted negatively.
Would this be the final straw that would separate them for good?
“I trust you, Ed.”
Gentle fingers stroked the top of his head as Winry spoke in hushed tones. She tickled him beneath his chin, encouraging him to look up. At first her tearful smile chilled his heart until he realized she was, in fact, happy.
Ed’s breath caught in his throat, “W-Winry?” Hope flared in his chest, warming him and granting him a thrill of joy.
“I trust you,” she reiterated, her voice firmer, more certain. She gathered his head against her breasts, “You said you wouldn’t hurt me again. I believe you.”
His arms encircled her, returning her embrace. “Thank you,” he whispered his gratitude.
They finally eased apart and Ed leaned to retrieve his shirt from the floor. They may have worked out the issue of trust, but that didn’t mean she was giving him the green light to continue. As much as he regretted it, Ed decided it was time to get dressed before he did anything else he might be sorry for. If Winry wasn't ready to resume the intimate part of their relationship, he would patiently wait until she was.
Hands cradled his face as he straightened and Ed glanced up, only to be startled when Winry bent and placed the gentlest of kisses on his lips. She smiled down at him, and even in the sparse light of the lantern, Ed could see the depth of her emotion, her love for him in her sparkling eyes.
“You don’t have to go,” she whispered back, taking the shirt from his grasp and tossing it aside, “I trust you.”
‘What is this woman prattling on about… Wait… Is she telling me..?’
No way…’
Ed stood and gathered her close. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice trembling with disbelief. He searched her face for any sign in her expression that hinted he might have misinterpreted her words.
“Yes.” The word was spoken quietly but firmly. She tucked her head under his chin and wound herself around him. Her hands slipped up onto his shoulder blades, bringing him even closer.
Relief flooded through him. He drew her in, grateful for the second chance she had just granted him.
Winry jolted Ed out of the warm and comfortable moment by shifting a hand down his back, onto a well-muscled buttock, and giving it a squeeze. He gasped and Winry pushed a kiss onto his parted lips. Ed accepted it and snaked into her hungry mouth to caress her tongue. They took their time, reacquainting themselves with each other’s bodies with exploring touches, and rebuilding their interrupted passion.
The mood went from soft and romantic to needy and desperate. Ed, swept beyond reason, drove a hand down the front of Winry’s satin panties. Though she did not resist, a tiny voice in the back of Ed’s mind checked him.
Keep your head clear, don’t get carried away, Elric. She needs you to prove that you’ve changed.
The dim memory of a smoky bar and words spoken returned.
Taste her. Feel her. Touch her. Hear her. See her.
He pulled back, withdrawing his hand.
Experience her.
In the warm dimness, he could feel the faint tickle of her breath on his skin.
Respect her.
He leaned forward and placed a single kiss at the base of her neck. She drew an audible breath and he felt the hairs on her skin rise against his lips.
Touch her…
Ed continued, leaving a controlled line of gentle kisses along her neck, starting just below her ear and working his way down. He barely grazed her skin and felt her shiver as gooseflesh puckered beneath his touch. He drew a delicate pattern over her chest, kissing each of her nipples so softly that it was barely a touch at all; Winry’s gasped response brought a smile to his lips. He kissed the faint, tiny birthmark hiding under the curve of her left breast then touched his lips to her stomach. From there, he slowly placed a series of caressing kisses from beneath her breasts to her navel, settling onto his knees as he did so.
Reaching the edge of her panties, he smoothed his hands upward along her thighs and slipped his fingers beneath the elastic of the waistband. He eased the scrap of fabric down her legs until it fell about her ankles. Ed lingered at her navel, toying with it by rolling his tongue about the petite recess. He glided his hands up and down her thighs in a soft caress, and deeply inhaled her warm scent. Continuing downward, he indulged her abdomen with soft kisses and the wet heat of his tongue until his chin came in contact with her patch of coarse hair. The tiny voice spoke from somewhere in the back of his arousal-flooded brain again:
Taste her.
Without hesitation, Ed urged Winry to open her thighs. He parted her hidden cleft with gentle fingers, and pressed his mouth deep into her recesses. Her answering moan sounded loud in the small room, even over the sound of booming thunder and rain striking the window.
“E-Ed? What a-are you— ” she stammered, grasping his shoulders with tense fingers.
He responded by sliding his tongue into her hidden reaches.
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Winry watched in fascinated disbelief as Ed sunk to his knees. Looking down at the golden crown of his head, a moment of wonder struck her; it was as if he were obeisant before her, symbolically kneeling at her feet in a gesture of worship.
Wrapped up in his touch, Winry didn’t resist as he pressed his chin into the cusp of her thighs, urging her to open her legs wider. When she felt his warm breath in a place she never expected, she stammered her surprise. Her abdomen twitched and an electric sensation shot through her most intimate of places and spread upward at the touch of his tongue. Winry moaned and grasped at his shoulders, clutching at the solid muscles beneath the soft material of his T-shirt as if clinging on for dear life. Her body flared white hot with both surprise and sexual self-awareness; this was unexpected development, something she had once hoped for but never dared ask of Ed. Now he had taken that last step and done it, all on his own. A shiver coursed through her as the rough calluses of his flesh hand and the smooth, cool metal fingers of his prosthetic hand slipped closer to her core. Ed pressed deeper, his tongue passing over the hidden, sensitive bud, and his cool fingers pushed into her entrance. Winry nearly collapsed when her knees went weak; she felt like she was floating above herself.
She gasped his name and went to pull his head closer, but stopped just short of touching him. Winry feared he might pull away at her touch, and that was something she did not want, especially when his tongue felt so good. He then let up, and much to her frustration began a slow swirling motion, coyly avoiding direct contact with her clitoris. He pulled away just a bit and Winry tensed in disbelief. No! This couldn’t be like before, he couldn’t stop there! Ed’s metal leg brushed her ankle as he settled back. He wrapped his arm around her pelvis and pulled himself into her, repositioning his body between her legs for a better vantage.
Winry’s relief was immeasurable; he wasn’t stopping.
Ed was staying true to his promise.
He slipped his metal digits deeper and resumed his aggressive attack, rapidly flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. This time Winry didn’t hesitate to thread her fingers into his hair; she tightened her grip and urged him closer. Ed slowed again to manipulate her with another careful swirl. She lolled her head back and moaned.
This felt very, very good…but not quite good enough.
“Ed.” She swallowed in an attempt to moisten her throat.
He didn’t respond. Withdrawing his fingers, he slipped them along her opening; her breath hitched, stuttered. This felt marvelous, but her body craved more than mere touches.
“Ed.” She emphasized his name this time. “Stand up.”
He looked up at her, revealing lust-darkened eyes. “Huh?”
Winry gently took him by the hands, urging him to rise. Ed followed her lead without protest, even though his expression openly broadcasted his confusion.
“Didn’t you like—hey!” His question was cut off when Winry crowded him back. She pushed at his chest, knocking him backwards into the chair. Now was no time to have a discussion about her likes and dislikes. What she wanted was him inside her now. She clambered onto his lap as he sprawled and straddled his hips.
Ed’s eyes went wide with panic and concern, “Winry? Wait! Shouldn’t we use…protection?!”
She blinked in confusion. Protection? Then it dawned on her what he was referring to. “Don’t you remember?” When Ed waggled his head ‘no’, she heaved a sigh. “We don’t need it. I’m taking something that keeps me from getting pregnant.”
Her statement was first greeted with a blank stare, and then a very pleased smirk. “Good. I always hated those damned things, anyway.” He slouched in the chair a bit more to move into a better position beneath her.
Winry smiled back, “I know.” She dove in for a fierce kiss and then reached down to grasp him firmly. Ed hissed with pleasure and his hips rolled up to meet her. The couple gasped in unison at the reunion of their bodies and Winry savored every magnificent, hard inch as she took him in.
“Winry,” he breathed her name into her ear. A tremor ran up her spine. She had always loved this perfect moment; as they became one, as his solid heat filled her. It had been too long since they had been together in this way. She felt a sense of ‘coming home’ when they came together like this. Despite all his previous indiscretions, this is how she always wanted it to be; making love to the man she loved.
Winry rocked into him, seeking to relieve the aching tension building deep inside. She moved with him, hands tight upon his shoulders, her gaze locked with his. Lightning brightened the room for an instant, and Winry saw the answering heat in his eyes, the determined set to his jaw. Another thrill ran through her. He was hard and thick and hot and deep and it was enough, not enough, and just right, all at the same time; Winry found it maddeningly frustrating yet deeply satisfying. She threw everything into her movements, thrusting onto him with even more energy and purpose. The pleasure started to build and she flowed along with the sensations, wishing Ed could be deeper, but knew it wasn’t possible in this position. In the moment with her, Ed captured and lifted one of her breasts to draw upon it with eager lips. The added sensations filled Winry with an overwhelming urgency; she needed to finish first, to claim her orgasm before Ed reached his and this wonderful moment ended too soon, as it had so many times before. Her motion became even more deliberate, purposeful, and she fed on the escalating intensity.
Her peak was gentle when it came, not the earth-shattering one she had hoped for, but Winry was content. Too many times before she had been left unsatisfied when Ed finished first, so even this humble climax was enough for now. As she savored her last ripple of pleasure, Ed buried his face between her breasts and clutched at her hips. His breath hitched for a long moment, and he held her in place with tense hands before finally falling still.
“Don’t move, ‘kay?” Ed pulled in another deep breath and shuddered. Winry could only nod in answer. She wondered if he had also reached his pinnacle. It was too difficult to see his facial expressions now that the lantern had gone out? If only there would be another flash of lightning to reveal his emotions.
Their aftermath was marked by the sound of their slowing breaths, of rain clattering against the window, and the rumble of thunder. The young couple settled into an affectionate embrace, indifferent to the passage of time, yet Winry’s mind was active. She was certain Ed was finished, yet long after he had instructed her not to move, he was still hard inside her. He hadn’t come?
“Ed?” She looked at his face, worried that something was wrong. “Did you…?”
He ended her question by taking her head in his hands and drawing her onto his mouth. His lips and tongue played over hers in a controlled dance, and she returned his passion in kind. He shifted his attention to her throat and neck, then pulled back and whispered in her ear, “The answer is yes.” He gently pushed at her hips, encouraging her to rise. Winry disengaged and eased to her feet, stepping back to allow him to stand. He gathered her close once more, kissing her with an intensity that left her breathless.
“No more talk,” he ordered then scooped her up and carried her to the back half of the apartment.
To be concluded in part 4, the finale’ of Lessons in Life and Love
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