Once upon a Kitchen Counter
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Once upon a Kitchen Counter
There were breast-men, there were ass-men. There were leg-men and there were body-men and mind-men and heart-men.
Edward was a man of fancy and instinct; never having any real particular preference but still pouncing whenever he wished to, pinning her down and taking her for everything she was and had, and when her head was spinning, her body was buzzing and her heart was racing, she didn’t have the clarity to wonder about when and why.
Sort of like now.
“E-Edward! What are you--!!”
“Don’t mind me.” He mumbled against her ear, half-asleep, “Just keep on what you’re doing.”
Easy for him to say, Alfons wanted to snort, he wasn’t cutting vegetables for the next night’s dinner on the preparation counter, a warm flesh hand cupping a tweaking a nipple and a cool metal hand moving between her legs. She was starting to seriously regret wearing skirts when wandering the house at night…with Edward around, a skirt just was a neon sign that said ‘easy access’ and then she was never safe.
Damn it, damn it, damn it…
Alfons stilled the knife, setting her hands on the counter and clinging to it, tight. She knew she couldn’t move—moving would just make him hold her in place, and then that would be an interesting sight for Winry or Al to see when they walk in the room. Not that they hadn’t walked in on Edward molesting her before (at which point he blushed, picked her up, and then threw her into the bedroom to give her the roughest sex she had ever had), but still. His automail fingers were still only over the fabric of her skirt, not dipping under it to get to the silky undergarments beneath, or even further just yet.
His flesh hand though started to move. Up her shirt, under her bra, pushing up the underwire and touching the skin. He was always so rough with her; rough but soft, pinching the flesh even when his other fingers were stroking the rest—Alfons could hear herself start to moan and lean back against him—damn it, damn it, damn it!
“See?” His tongue was already tracing the shell of her ear, “Just continue what you were doing…Shhh…don’t mind me.”
Don’t mind him?
“Easy for you to sa—AAH!”
Easy for him to say, indeed—that metal hand was going up her leg and under her skirt, fingering the outside of her panties just a little bit.
She was getting wet already, for the love of…
She shook hard, and leaned back against him more, moving her fingers away from the counter and gripping the sides of his shirt…His fingers were only lightly grazing there, teasing—he was barely touching her and yet she was already starting to writhe in his arms. A soft-bodied puppet who could only pant and beg for him to do more, even though her mind kept screaming at her to stop, already. This was indecent, Edward was half-asleep…
And nobody else was home—what was she complaining about?!
“Like that, do you?” he whispered, and damn it damn it damn it she could only nod in response.
“I’d like it better if we were in a bedroom,” Alfons wanted to say, but all she could manage was a moaned “yes!” when he stroked just a little bit faster, and groped just a tiny bit harder.
“Mmm.”
Those cold metal digits slid up high, higher, highest, under the fabric and if they would have been able to feel, they would have been engulfed in that wet warmth that could do nothing but gather down there. God, they did sinful things…Cold and heat, intermingling together…man and machine…
Alfons’s scream could probably have been heard halfway across the neighborhood, and it probably sent a few corpses flying out of their graves.
“Edwa—Edward!!”
How could she bring herself to give into his touches so quickly? She could hear him chuckle behind her, and his mouth had somehow found its way to her neck, sucking hard on it even when his flesh hand pulled her shirt and bra up and over her breasts, leaving them exposed to the night air. God, she felt like she was burning…hot and cold, shaking…
But who the hell was that mewling like that? High-pitched, soft, and almost cute, keening and sounding more and more like an innocent schoolgirl losing her virginity to her more experienced and perverted teacher?
It was getting louder…God, oh God…she felt hot…
“Edwa…Edward! Oh please…God…”
Oh holy hell.
That was her.
And that was Edward’s flesh hand, two fingers moving into her mouth between moans, silencing her from loud cries to muffled, desperate hums of pleasure.
“Shhhh. Shhhhh. Hush…”
God, he had to have been half-asleep. His voice was never that gentle when awake, dammit…so falsely tender even when sharp teeth nipped her ear and his fingers were playing around with that spot and how the hell did he know where to touch with a hand that didn’t have any feeling in it?!
It wasn’t fair…it wasn’t right…
This was just cruel…
But she still leaned back against him, sucking on those flesh fingers, wishing that it was something warmer, something more pliable…something like a tongue, or even something else that could make him writhe, squirm, and scream just as she was doing now, shaking harder and grinding her tail end against him, in hopes to maybe exert a moan out of him.
She came in contact with something hard and firm…
And the intake of a sharp breath.
Success.
“Alfons…”
There was the Edward she knew. The growling voice, possessive and almost fiercely demanding…the voice that he used when he wanted, needed, and always, always received. That was the more awake Edward…the normal Edward…
She ground back again, sucking on the fingers harder, and ohgod that felt good…she was on fire and dammit she just wanted to lean against him and come…
“Alfons, fuck...”
She wasn’t exactly sure when the movement had started…his fingers had pulled themselves out of both her mouth and…there, and suddenly they were on her skirt, on her waistband, and tearing them down, sending them pooling around her ankles and leaving her exposed even more than she was before. The cutting board and knife were almost shoved to the side, leaving a blank spot on the counter she was now bent over.
There was the rustling of pants, the falling of fabric on the floor…
And then the hot-slick burn and heat and ohgod he was inside and thrusting and she was being pushed hard against the wood…
“AAAH!!”
Oh God, Oh God, Oh God…
The pace was blinding, and she could feel him in, on, and over her, back clinging to her own and strong hands holding her steady…Dear Lord, this heat…She could feel everything all at once!
“Edward!!”
“Alfons, goddamn it!”
“Harder, PLEASE!!!”
Too slow? Too fast? Too soon? Not enough? Too much? She couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe. They weren’t in a kitchen, having sex in such a manner that was sure to wake up every neighbor they had and send her poor cats divebombing under the couch to hide from the noises they were making…they weren’t two people who were, before all this happened, doing normal things in an otherwise normal life…
They were one. Screaming, howling…grinding against each other with moans and almost-sobs of pleasure ringing through the house, the thumps of Alfons’s body hitting the countertop unknown to their ears, and the sweat and precome and even tears from Alfons’s eyes unsmelled and unnoticed…
It was just this…
This…
Mind-blowing, together, and oh-so-good…
Alfons could feel it coming fast…close, closer…
Closest…
“EDWARD!!!”
She ground into him, once, hard, screaming his name in a loud set of praises and jumbled words that she herself didn’t quite comprehend, and nirvana washed over her before she slumped down over the countertops, finally, finally spent.
She was sure it wouldn’t be long before Edward came too…
And then, she was sure that once he was fully recovered, he’d carry her off to their bedroom and repeat the process all over again.
Edward was a man of fancy and instinct; never having any real particular preference but still pouncing whenever he wished to, pinning her down and taking her for everything she was and had, and when her head was spinning, her body was buzzing and her heart was racing, she didn’t have the clarity to wonder about when and why.
Sort of like now.
“E-Edward! What are you--!!”
“Don’t mind me.” He mumbled against her ear, half-asleep, “Just keep on what you’re doing.”
Easy for him to say, Alfons wanted to snort, he wasn’t cutting vegetables for the next night’s dinner on the preparation counter, a warm flesh hand cupping a tweaking a nipple and a cool metal hand moving between her legs. She was starting to seriously regret wearing skirts when wandering the house at night…with Edward around, a skirt just was a neon sign that said ‘easy access’ and then she was never safe.
Damn it, damn it, damn it…
Alfons stilled the knife, setting her hands on the counter and clinging to it, tight. She knew she couldn’t move—moving would just make him hold her in place, and then that would be an interesting sight for Winry or Al to see when they walk in the room. Not that they hadn’t walked in on Edward molesting her before (at which point he blushed, picked her up, and then threw her into the bedroom to give her the roughest sex she had ever had), but still. His automail fingers were still only over the fabric of her skirt, not dipping under it to get to the silky undergarments beneath, or even further just yet.
His flesh hand though started to move. Up her shirt, under her bra, pushing up the underwire and touching the skin. He was always so rough with her; rough but soft, pinching the flesh even when his other fingers were stroking the rest—Alfons could hear herself start to moan and lean back against him—damn it, damn it, damn it!
“See?” His tongue was already tracing the shell of her ear, “Just continue what you were doing…Shhh…don’t mind me.”
Don’t mind him?
“Easy for you to sa—AAH!”
Easy for him to say, indeed—that metal hand was going up her leg and under her skirt, fingering the outside of her panties just a little bit.
She was getting wet already, for the love of…
She shook hard, and leaned back against him more, moving her fingers away from the counter and gripping the sides of his shirt…His fingers were only lightly grazing there, teasing—he was barely touching her and yet she was already starting to writhe in his arms. A soft-bodied puppet who could only pant and beg for him to do more, even though her mind kept screaming at her to stop, already. This was indecent, Edward was half-asleep…
And nobody else was home—what was she complaining about?!
“Like that, do you?” he whispered, and damn it damn it damn it she could only nod in response.
“I’d like it better if we were in a bedroom,” Alfons wanted to say, but all she could manage was a moaned “yes!” when he stroked just a little bit faster, and groped just a tiny bit harder.
“Mmm.”
Those cold metal digits slid up high, higher, highest, under the fabric and if they would have been able to feel, they would have been engulfed in that wet warmth that could do nothing but gather down there. God, they did sinful things…Cold and heat, intermingling together…man and machine…
Alfons’s scream could probably have been heard halfway across the neighborhood, and it probably sent a few corpses flying out of their graves.
“Edwa—Edward!!”
How could she bring herself to give into his touches so quickly? She could hear him chuckle behind her, and his mouth had somehow found its way to her neck, sucking hard on it even when his flesh hand pulled her shirt and bra up and over her breasts, leaving them exposed to the night air. God, she felt like she was burning…hot and cold, shaking…
But who the hell was that mewling like that? High-pitched, soft, and almost cute, keening and sounding more and more like an innocent schoolgirl losing her virginity to her more experienced and perverted teacher?
It was getting louder…God, oh God…she felt hot…
“Edwa…Edward! Oh please…God…”
Oh holy hell.
That was her.
And that was Edward’s flesh hand, two fingers moving into her mouth between moans, silencing her from loud cries to muffled, desperate hums of pleasure.
“Shhhh. Shhhhh. Hush…”
God, he had to have been half-asleep. His voice was never that gentle when awake, dammit…so falsely tender even when sharp teeth nipped her ear and his fingers were playing around with that spot and how the hell did he know where to touch with a hand that didn’t have any feeling in it?!
It wasn’t fair…it wasn’t right…
This was just cruel…
But she still leaned back against him, sucking on those flesh fingers, wishing that it was something warmer, something more pliable…something like a tongue, or even something else that could make him writhe, squirm, and scream just as she was doing now, shaking harder and grinding her tail end against him, in hopes to maybe exert a moan out of him.
She came in contact with something hard and firm…
And the intake of a sharp breath.
Success.
“Alfons…”
There was the Edward she knew. The growling voice, possessive and almost fiercely demanding…the voice that he used when he wanted, needed, and always, always received. That was the more awake Edward…the normal Edward…
She ground back again, sucking on the fingers harder, and ohgod that felt good…she was on fire and dammit she just wanted to lean against him and come…
“Alfons, fuck...”
She wasn’t exactly sure when the movement had started…his fingers had pulled themselves out of both her mouth and…there, and suddenly they were on her skirt, on her waistband, and tearing them down, sending them pooling around her ankles and leaving her exposed even more than she was before. The cutting board and knife were almost shoved to the side, leaving a blank spot on the counter she was now bent over.
There was the rustling of pants, the falling of fabric on the floor…
And then the hot-slick burn and heat and ohgod he was inside and thrusting and she was being pushed hard against the wood…
“AAAH!!”
Oh God, Oh God, Oh God…
The pace was blinding, and she could feel him in, on, and over her, back clinging to her own and strong hands holding her steady…Dear Lord, this heat…She could feel everything all at once!
“Edward!!”
“Alfons, goddamn it!”
“Harder, PLEASE!!!”
Too slow? Too fast? Too soon? Not enough? Too much? She couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe. They weren’t in a kitchen, having sex in such a manner that was sure to wake up every neighbor they had and send her poor cats divebombing under the couch to hide from the noises they were making…they weren’t two people who were, before all this happened, doing normal things in an otherwise normal life…
They were one. Screaming, howling…grinding against each other with moans and almost-sobs of pleasure ringing through the house, the thumps of Alfons’s body hitting the countertop unknown to their ears, and the sweat and precome and even tears from Alfons’s eyes unsmelled and unnoticed…
It was just this…
This…
Mind-blowing, together, and oh-so-good…
Alfons could feel it coming fast…close, closer…
Closest…
“EDWARD!!!”
She ground into him, once, hard, screaming his name in a loud set of praises and jumbled words that she herself didn’t quite comprehend, and nirvana washed over her before she slumped down over the countertops, finally, finally spent.
She was sure it wouldn’t be long before Edward came too…
And then, she was sure that once he was fully recovered, he’d carry her off to their bedroom and repeat the process all over again.