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Aerugo Love	By : EveNightingale Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Het - Male/Female > Ed/Winry Views: 2098 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of its characters. I do not make any profit off this story. The character Aria is mine, and her alone.

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This is a scene that did not make it into my story for many reasons. This is from chapter 14 of my story 'Deep Roots' on another site. That site doesn't allow smut to this degree, but I still wanted to write it, so I put it here.

I'll admit, being an adult, it's a bit awkward for me to write sex scenes knowing my audience is potentially a bunch of teenagers and pre-teens. But it's a hurdle I must overcome if I'm to make it as a writer someday.

If you are here from FF dot net, welcome. If you are new, welcome.

My writing style does not change for this extra bit, I keep the language as clean as possible without detracting from the sexiness.

Enjoy.

Chapter 14 bonus material

When the military settled back down after 'Father' was destroyed, the rest of the continent failed to follow in their footsteps. Seizing the moment of weakness, a civil war broke out among the southern country of Aerugo. Winry and Aria, Al's girlfriend, were drafted and sent down as medics. Fearing that the worst was upon them, Ed and Al both volunteered so they could keep an eye out for their girls.

The country of Aerugo was at the beginning of the rainy season. That day the clouds had moved out temporarily, leaving the sun to beat down on their heads maliciously. “Can you believe,” Ed drug a sleeve across his forehead, “that this is winter for them?” They had only been helping with they peace effort for a few months by this point, and so far, this was the worst possible day.

Al huffed as he lifted a ladder up and rested it on the branch of a tree. “The beginning of winter.”

Edward laughed, “True. Then its all rain,” he said, looking at the carefully placed ladder.

Alphonse shook it and it only wobbled slightly, “That's as good as it gets.” With that, he watched his brother climb yet another tree. They had been taking turns going up and cutting the jack fruit down. Going up the ladder and cutting the stem off wasn't difficult, it was catching them that hurt.

Jack fruit were the world's largest fruit, weighing as much as eighty pounds. Their skin was rough and spiky, and they were awkwardly shaped, so it didn't make for a fun catch. They were instructed to only cut fruit that weighed ten pounds; at the beginning, they were shown an example of a ten pound fruit. Despite it's terror instilling outer shell the soft fruit inside practically dissolved in the mouth. It tasted similar to pineapple mixed with banana.

One trip that day, Al cut into a thick stem but knocked another fruit with a weakened stem free. Edward truly wished he had his automail arm after he caught that eighteen and a half pound monster of a fruit. It left a series of small gashes down his right arm as he caught it, only a surface scratches, but the bruise it left was great. It ended up being a dark purple in only an hour. It was near his shoulder, at the top of his bicep. Tiny spikes made their home in his first layer of skin, pock marking him with nearly fifty red dots. He also noticed a bruise on his right cheek where it came to rest.

When the day was done, Ed went back to his tent to have Winry look at his arm, “How does this feel?” she said, rotating his shoulder to see if anything was out of place.

“It's not that paaainful!” he tried not to flinch and failed near the end. It was the skin that was tight, it felt like it would tear.

“No major internal damage, so all I've got to do is clean it.”

“Iodine?” he asked with dread.

“Sorry,” she said, reaching for the bottle. Placing some on a cotton ball she held it towards his arm. He pulled back as she got closer, “Edward,” she said sternly.

“Give me a break,” he snapped and did his best to relax. He took a deep breath then quickly released it.

Like a ninja, she hastily swabbed the raised skin around the bruise and the bright red lines going down his arm. “Done,” she said and saw him holding his breath, eyes widened with pain.

“Great,” he muttered through gritted teeth. It burned badly but diffused into a dull throb in a matter of minutes. Giving his next few actions a recap in his mine, he began, “Winry?” he said in a low voice.

“What?” she said, busied with placing a bandage with tape at its edges over the bruise.

His words seemed to be lost. No matter how many times he went over it in his head, he drew a blank each time the subject would come up. She hadn't said anything, then again, neither did he. It was up to him to make the first move.

When they were back in Resembool they were planning on being together before they were shipped off, but decided to wait because Winry was heading down two weeks before him. If they'd have had sex before she left, they'd be waiting the two weeks with nothing. When they got there, it was too busy and too difficult to get alone time. It was easier to preform oral sex. Blank.

“What is it?” She prompted him.

While sitting next to her on the bed, he shifted some weight to his left arm, leaned over and kissed her. Not any familiar technique, one that leaned her back to rest her head on his pillow. Normally when they were having an intimate moment, both of them confirmed their actions, but not this time. Ed wanted her to just 'know' what he wanted. This time was different in many ways, nothing was really said before hand, nothing was said during and all this was accompanied by a nervous breath. One of those little things you notice when you're so close to another. “Where is this going?” he said impulsively as his kisses traveled to the side of her neck.

“I don't know.” Her cheeks grew hot and her heart raced. She wanted to say something, but was far too nervous.

He ceased his intrusion of her soft skin and looked in her eyes and said, “Where do you want it to go?”

A strange feeling shook her whole body, it felt as though someone drained her heat. It started at her shoulders and a cold wave flowed down to her elbow and a static feeling accentuated by her heart beat took its place. “Anywhere,” was the only word that managed to work its way to the top.

Once again, the silence took over and the movements became more unfamiliar, but not unwelcomed. She felt his hands at her back, searching for a bra buckle that wasn't there. He smirked, and pulled the shirt up in the front and placed his lips over her tender nipple. His tongue twirled it around and his lips sucked at it ever so gently.

"Wait,” she said quietly, “Won't someone come in?”

Edward shook his head, “I told Al to leave me alone and I'd go get him later.” And he went back to what he was doing, this time he switched to the opposite side, giving it the same treatment. His fingers gently massaged the soft of her breast and his lips pressed on the tip of the nipple rather rough. She let out a few quick murmurs while her knees rubbed together, her most sensitive region was experiencing turbulence. Twitching on the inside made her want him inside her so much more.

"You told him to go away,” she said though being manipulated.

“I didn't say it like that,” he dismissed her accusal of his big brother position being abused. He reached down and undid the button on her pants. Hooking his thumbs behind her, he pulled the shorts off from beneath then up and over his shoulder. It hurt a bit, but he didn't mind. His hands curiously traced her panty line and he pulled them to the side. This was something she was familiar with, that tongue. That overwhelming attention paid to her clitoris sent wave after wave of pleasure through her hips, causing her back to arch and lower lip to be crunched between her bottom teeth and k-nine.

His shirt had already been removed when being bandaged. The scar from where his automail resided was still there, bright white and a little pink in places. His skin was tanned from being worked like a dog out in the sun for so long, that it made the scar that much more prominent.

After he was satisfied that she was wet enough, he slid the panties off and tossed them with the shorts. He struggled with his buckle.

“Let me get it,” she said, propping herself up to undo the belt. She could feel he was already hard from the outside of the pants, so that made the buckle more difficult to remove than normal. Again, this was an act she was familiar with. She knelt down and Ed leaned back, so her forehead didn't bump his stomach. She darted her tongue around the tip as her hand, gentle but firm, around the base. Moving her head and hand in unison, she traveled up and down his shaft, lips firm and tongue ever present to whip around the head with precision whenever she came up for a breath.

He took her cheek in his hand and brought her up for another kiss. He held her body tenderly, sliding his hands tenderly over her back, bottom, then thighs. Once more, he laid her back. “Uh,” he stated nervously, “I should have thought of this beforehand, but, a condom?”

She shook her head, “Don't worry, just pull out at the end.”

“Okay,” he said and placed a knee in between her legs, she parted them, allowing the other leg to rest beside the other. “Ready?” he said with this relaxed look on his face. As soon as he saw her nod, he placed a hand on the top of the base of his erection and pushed it downward, rubbing her entrance, teasing and testing it to see if it was wet enough for easy entry. He slowly inserted himself a little, to see how she reacted. Her expression, eyes closed, was anticipating pain. “I'll be gentle,” he assured her.

Her face relaxed and she looked up with contentment. She felt him trace her opening one more time before goring forth slowly until she was filled completely. It was a smooth motion, no pain at all, only pressure. Pressure kept rising and falling as Ed penetrated and drew back, constantly pumping her full of pleasure. She was soaking wet on the inside and it leaked out and down to the bed.

“Ahh,” Ed groaned in frustration.

“What's wrong?” she asked with concern.

He sat up straight, staying inside her, and rubbed his bandaged shoulder, “This damn shoulder, it's sore when I put pressure on it.” He looked down to see Winry's eyes, widened and mouth ajar. “Help me out here, is that expression pain?” He ignored his problem to deal with her.

“I don't know,” she looked at him, “move again.”

He obliged and slowly slid his shaft in and out, making her body twitch and convulse in localized areas. Her hips would jerk or her neck would arch backward even her chest puffed out. “That is good,” he said with a smirk as he could tell she was enjoying it. It would seem that he hit, what Winry later deemed, a 'sweet spot'. “This works,” he said and examined their position. Her hips were resting on his legs as he knelt down, so all he had to do was gyrate his hips back and forth to hit this amazing spot. Ed didn't need to put pressure on his shoulder this way either so he held her legs in place as she took this animalistic approach. He thrust into her more times than he could count but the words 'faster' or 'harder' kept creeping past her lips.

“How about we try a different position?” he suggested doggy style, if she wanted anything he could do 'harder', they would have to switch. When on her back, her thighs were in the way of deep penetration, but from behind they wouldn't.

“Sounds good,” she let out a gasp as his penis left her throbbing lady part. It flicked her clitoris on its way by. Winry rolled, shifting her legs in such a way that when she was on her knees her legs were on either side of him.

Without warning, he slipped into the wetness one more time and began making love to her from behind. Holding her hips in place he pounded her as hard as she could take. Fortunately, her face was buried in a pillow, so any moaning she was doing was muffled. The minutes ticked by and Ed felt himself grow closer and closer to climax. “Hey,” he got her attention, “When I say so, drop as flat to the bed as you can.”

“Okay,” her word was spoken as if someone was shaking her, each syllable had a forced beginning.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back toward the tent ceiling. Edward's mouth and lips grew dry as he panted. When they were face to face, he could just kiss her to lubricate his own mouth, but from the back there wasn't so much luck. It got to the point where he couldn't remain silent, every few thrusts he let out a low grunt. Unbeknownst to him, it drove Winry wild. It was quiet, and his lips were pressed firmly together, so the sound was controlled mostly by his nose. Normally he was silent when receiving fellatio, but now with all the wet warmth wrapping his member and squeezing him, drawing him in, the feeling was too intense for him not to declare it with these small gestures.

Suddenly his movements doubled in speed but halved in penetration, “Go down,” as instructed, she lay as flat as she could. Edward placed his shaft between her butt cheeks near the small of her back and laid his four fingers across the top, so it laid flat, and he continued to thrust a few more times.

Winry felt her back grow warm as he ejaculated, spurting his seed all over her. “I was wondering what you were doing,” she giggled as he once again lamented with soft whimper of ecstasy.

“Read it in a book once. Don't move, I'll get a towel.” As promised, he came up with a towel from the bed side and wiped her back clean. Tossing the soiled fabric aside he laid beside her and sighed. Catching his breath he turned his head to the side and saw Winry, smiling warmly, still laying on her tummy and looking quite pleased. He had no words, so he just smiled and rolled to his side to wrap an arm around her.

Swiveling beneath his arm, she rolled to her side to once again be face to face. They kissed and held one another, their noses rubbing over each other as they did so. For some reason, no words came to mind, they just smiled while in this loving embrace.

After heartbeats subsided, they got cleaned up and left the tent. The sun was hot all day and now it was dipping downward, giving the air a refreshing chill. A fitting end to such a hot encounter.
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