Moonlight Sessions

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Moonlight Sessions
Session One
J\'ai rêvé de vous

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Bare feet padded along the floorboards in the hallway, lit only by moonlight. In the surrounding rooms, Winry’s family slept peacefully.

As quietly as she could, she opened the door to the last room on the left and snuck in. On the bed, Ed slept peacefully on his back, white sheet covering him up to his hips.

Nervously, she stood at the end of the bed and watched him sleep. It had been two years since they came back home. Two years of a relatively peaceful existence.

Al had been restored and the brothers continued to practice alchemy in Resembool. No matter how okay Ed told him he was Al was insistent on finding a way to restore his brother.

However, it made no difference to Winry how many mechanical parts he had; she loved him no matter what. Always had, in fact.

As she watched him from a distance the last two years, he slowly seemed to heal and she began to do the same. Nobody ever seemed to notice how much pain their pain brought her. She was constantly concerned that one day she’d get a call or a telegraph saying that they were dead. Even now that they were no longer associated with the military, she worried that Ed would simply get board and leave, dragging Al along with him.

She had never told anyone how she felt, but she had a suspicion that Granny knew, so how could she ever tell Ed.

She took a few steps closer, admiring his face as he slept; so serene and beautiful. His chest was bare and she guessed that he was probably completely naked to escape the mid-June heat. The blanket was wrapped low around his waist and she could see just a hint of hip bone jutting out.

Her throat felt dry. ‘Why does he have to be so built?’

While talking with Nelly one day, they had ventured on the topic of sex, or fucking, as Nelly often referred to it. Nelly told her about a boy she had met who worked in her father’s dairy farm. She told Winry that one day, they were out in the barn together and began kissing. The boy unzipped his pants and told Nelly to ‘suck his cock.’ Nelly had felt a little unsure at first but did it anyways.

She then described to Winry, in detail much to her chagrin, how she did it. What struck Winry the most about the conversation wasn’t the act itself, but how Nelly told her it made her feel.

Now, Nelly wasn’t a weak person by any stretch of the imagination, so when she told Winry about how powerful she had felt, kneeling in the hay in front of that boy, Winry took notice. Granny Pinako had been, well, to say blunt was putting it kindly, when she told Winry about the mechanics of sex. She never told her about any of the emotions that it involved; how it made you feel about yourself or the other person. All she did know, was that thinking of doing what Nelly did with that boy with Ed made her exited; sexually and emotionally. Not only did she pleasure herself when she thought about it, but she also got a giddy kind of high from imagining that it was Ed doing it to her.

Which in no way explains what she was doing here! She wanted to leave, but she couldn’t. She was pulled to his bedside regardless. If he woke up and saw her standing there looking at him like she was, there’d be no end to the questions.

A shaky hand stretched out to the sheet and slowly began to pull it down. Her eyes shifted from his face to his hips as inch by inch, more flesh was exposed to the cooling summer air. She stopped at the site of his penis. Nelly was right; it was a little funny looking, resting there flaccidly, but in a kind of natural way; if that made any sense.

Running a tentative finger along the side, she watched, fascinated as the skin on his stomach seemed to shiver. Watching his eyes to make sure they remained closed, she did it again, more firmly this time, and was in awe as the organ began to grow and become hard. She continued her slight caresses until he was completely erect.

It looked much bigger than she had expected and she wondered how it possibly would fit inside her. The most she had ever used on herself was two fingers.

Sitting on the bed, she leaned over and licked the tip.

Ed’s breath hitched and she quickly looked up to see that he was still asleep. Tentatively she did it again. Ed’s breathing began to become shallower. Cautiously, she licked all around the head and down the shaft, felling her heartbeat race as Ed gently sighed in his sleep.

When she felt that he was indeed deeply asleep, she took the whole head in her mouth and began to suck like Nelly had told her she did. Ed’s breathing became almost labored and she looked up to see that his eyelashes still rested on his cheeks.

With every suck she brought him in deeper. The noises he was making had her head spinning and she fought the urge to touch herself. She truly did feel powerful. Edward Elric was a hero to the common man, a famous state alchemist, and the most pig-headed person she head ever met, and yet, here he was, whimpering at her touch.

When she had took him in as far as she could, she wrapped one free hand around the base of his cock and the other came up to gently cup his balls. She heard him grunt and felt him begin to unconsciously thrust his hips into her mouth.

“mpf..yeah”

Winry stopped mid suck and looked up. His eyes were still closed but his face had lost the serene look it had had before. Instead his expression was one of sweet pain and urgency. He didn’t look awake, and if he was, he didn’t open his eyes when her actions stopped.

His hips continued to thrust and he once again spoke aloud in his sleep, “…Winry…”

She removed her mouth from his dick and took a few steps away from the bed. His hips continued to thrust into empty space and his countenance turned sour and disappointed.

Shocked, Winry ran from the room as quietly as she could. Reaching her own room, she slid down the door as it closed, breathing deep, from excitement or terror she couldn’t tell. Did he know she was there? Had he been awake the whole time? Or had the somniloquy been merely a product of a dream? If so, why was he dreaming of her?

Winry shook her head, refusing to entertain the idea that Edward Elric wanted her.

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Down the hall, Ed slowly came back to consciousness. He was breathing heavily and extremely aroused. He had dreamed of warmth and blond hair fanned out along side him. It had felt so real. He swore he could have even felt the mattress shifting as the woman sat beside him.

With a sigh, he held himself in his human hand and brought himself the rest of the way to completion, thinking only of blond hair in the moonlight.