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Nightmares	By : Khait_Khepri Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Het - Male/Female Views: 2622 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist nor am I making money from the creation of this story. This is merely for entertainment purposes.

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Notes: Originally a one-shot, this became more when I kept adding to it, positively intrigued by the idea of a female Roy Mustang. It developed into a 10-part series as a result. Also, this was originally posted on Fanfiction.net under this same pen name (you may PM 'Khait Khepri' about it for confirmation if you so wish), so I'm not stealing someone else's work.
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Edward Elric did not like Colonel Rowan Mustang. He did not like the woman one damn bit. First and foremost was the fact the woman had used his sins as well as his own brother against him as blackmail material. Second was the fact that the woman was the primary reason he was enlisted in the military to begin with. Sure, he had to give her credit for the fact that she’d started a fire under his ass not long after the accident, but still… She was accountable for many things. She taunted him. She teased him. She made him do stupid missions when she knew he was trying to save his brother. And all the while she smirked at him with a knowing look as if to say ‘I know your darkest secrets and I won’t hesitate to use them against you if you betray me’.
Lately, he didn’t like her for the sheer fact she invaded his sleep. He wasn’t sure whether or not to call the episodes he woke up panting and massively uncomfortable due to the strain his boxers placed on an erection he’d gotten during his sleep actual ‘dreams’. They seemed like nightmares the moment he woke and had found himself in dire need of jacking off. When Alphonse had first seen his start to wakefulness, ironically not long after Ed had reached puberty, his little brother had been worried about Ed’s apparent discomfort and ‘bad dreams’ because Ed apparently moaned in his sleep and would toss and turn. And that was mortifying because Edward had been dreaming of his superior officer. Occasionally, other women crept into his dreams. He’d had a handful with Hawkeye and another handful with Winry and as time had progressed, other women made an appearance as well as he’d come to meet them but the ‘nightmares’ always returned to his hatefully aggravating and invasive CO, Rowan Mustang, the Flame Alchemist.
The results of every ‘nightmare’ were the same no matter who was featured. He had to stumble into the bathroom at an odd gait and relieve himself with his hand. Oh, he knew the medical reasoning for what he was going through. He knew full and well what his body wanted and the little fantasies his brain cooked up were a direct result of him wanting sex. But why did it have to be that bitch?
Whatever the case might be, he stalwartly continued about his business and behaved like the ill-mannered, arrogant asshole he had gotten everyone used to seeing him as. Well, everyone except Alphonse, of course. That was his biggest exception to the rule of Edward’s brash tendencies. And Alphonse, the dutiful and loving brother he was, failed to tell him when he started moaning names in his sleep. Or rather, just one name… Hers…
But Alphonse thought his brother was really living nightmares most nights like Edward insisted he was because Ed had not included Al in his research over what the human body went through when a person hit adolescence. Really, it was bad enough he read all that stuff to figure out why his body was behaving so strangely. Alphonse was trapped in an unfeeling body and hearing what Edward was experiencing seemed a bit asinine and cruel to the elder brother. Unfortunately, Alphonse was growing increasingly concerned that Edward was creating scenarios primarily featuring Colonel Mustang that put the woman in a bad light. So the sweet younger brother managed to meet with the Colonel and tell her about what he had observed of Ed’s nightmares, citing that he was worried about him and maybe it would help if the Colonel would talk to him.
Colonel Rowan Mustang had actually smiled mysteriously at the fourteen-year-old’s words and had sent him off with a pat on his armored shoulder with the promise she’d help Edward with his ‘nightmares’. Oh, she knew what Ed was really doing just from the sound of it and it would be too funny to ‘help’ Edward with his wet dreams. After all, dreams only took one so far. And she knew so many good little tricks… Besides, it was flattering that he dreamed of her, especially after all the vitriol they had a tendency to spit at each other, and she cheerily knew that she was as guilty for the tension between them as he was. Rowan also knew that what she was planning on doing violated any number of rules and regulations in the military. And she knew that Edward was quite young and still decidedly a minor. Add to that she was fifteen years his senior and she knew that if he said a thing about it, she’d be hauled off to prison on statutory rape charges stacked with a dishonorable discharge among various other not-so-nice things. It would remove her chances of becoming Fuhrer… but it was Edward and she wanted to see if what they said about short men proved true. Not to mention, she’d never had a chance to have sex with someone that had automail and he was very cute. Granted, she had gained an unsightly reputation as a man eater aided by the method she coded her personal notes in, but if she could talk him into her bed (or rather her couch as the trap would be sprung during working hours) she knew they both would greatly benefit from it.
So she called him to her office. Alphonse, the dear boy, had managed to beg off going in with the excuse of research. Or at least, that was what the irritable Edward Elric had stated when he had stomped into her office when he’d been asked where Alphonse was. Edward, she noted, was wearing his usual gaudy getup of hooded red long coat, white-edged black short jacket, black tank top, black leather pants, brown leather belt, black platform boots with red soles, and pristine white gloves. She took a moment to admire his looks as well. Those golden eyes were quite rare and even when they were sparking with anger were still beautiful. His equally golden hair was pulled back in its customary braid with shaggy bangs framing his face save for that cowlick that managed to stick straight up in the middle of his bangs. His face was still boyishly young, slightly rounded with the vestiges of baby fat but anyone could look at the teen and know he’d grow up into a very handsome man. He was also amazingly short for his age. Rowan was not sure if that was due to a lack of calcium in his diet as the boy insisted on not drinking his milk or if it was due to the pressures of automail or even genetics at play. Perhaps it was a combination of the three, she thought as he approached her at her desk.
Edward eyed the Colonel as he entered her office, wondering what the hell she wanted. Her lackeys worked industriously in the outer office, behaving as a barrier for those that the Colonel wanted stalled or driven out. Edward was not an element she wanted driven out, so he was allowed past with a few greetings as he went. She was beautiful, honestly, with her distinctly Xingese features paired with an equally distinctly Amestrian build. Dark almond-shaped eyes that glittered with an untold joke watched him as he stomped past the men and Hawkeye. Pretty, lithe hands were clasped before her face, bare of gloves and exposing neatly trimmed nails lacquered a luxuriant crimson red. Hair that appeared black in normal lighting and a deep-deep reddish brown in the noonday sun fell to her shoulders in wispy layers, leaving a trail of shaggy, intentionally-mussed bangs across her face. If she stood from that desk or even lowered her arms, he’d see the upper half at minimum of her curvaceous figure concealed heavily by the baggy military uniform she wore. Even that awful blue woolen thing did not completely hide a very ample and very non-Xingese bust. The uniform also did little to hide the flare of her hips, if Edward remembered correctly and of course he would considering how she featured prominently in many of his ‘nightmares’.
“What do you want, Colonel?” he demanded ‘respectfully’ once he stood before her desk.
“Close the door, Fullmetal,” she told him, her voice deeper than most women’s but still undeniably female and when she was amused it was like velvet on the ears. Aggravated, he did as told but was far jumpier now due to the visible barrier between the outside world and the biggest star in his mind’s concoctions. “Sit.” She pointed to the couch off to one side of the room rather than the chairs before her desk and he complied nervously as she smoothly stood and came over to sit down next to him.
“What’s going on?” he demanded warily, hating the fact that his voice betrayed him. Even if he hadn’t, Rowan could see the wariness loud and clear in his eyes and set of his jaw.
“Your brother came to me with concerns,” she told him seriously, looking at him from her half-turned position on one end of the couch. Casually, she slung one ankle over her knee and watched with some delight as his eyes followed the movement before looking back up at her face as she settled back against the couch’s arm with her arms loosely folded under her breasts. “He said you were having nightmares.” The arms under her breasts were not to signal ‘back off’ but rather ‘look at this’ and his eyes tracked her breasts lifting before coming back up to stare at her face with a forced intensity and looking quite uncomfortable. Was that red staining his cheeks?
Edward was mortified that Al had gone to the woman before him. He did not need this! Apparently Alphonse felt that his nightmares were getting out of hand and had gone to the nearest ‘parental figure’ he knew of, which was Ed’s CO. And said CO was the biggest bane of his existence! Did she have to cross her legs, giving him a nice little shot of movement under her clothes that his mind rather happily filled in for him or the way she crossed her arms and lifted her boobs?! He found himself having a vision of what such moves would look like sans the uniform and struggled to control his blush. “It’s nothing for you to worry about,” he told her stiffly, feeling something else beginning to stiffen at his erotic thoughts.
“Oh? And here I was thinking that it was something that did concern me as it seems you said my name in your sleep,” she told him, her eyes dark with mischief though her tone remained tinged with ‘concern’. She gave a noisy sigh even as he sputtered. “It’s hot in here,” she grumbled. It was, truthfully, hot in the room but she had not removed her jacket for hopes of using it as a prop when he came in. Removing the short jacket, she chucked it carelessly towards her desk, allowing the thing to hit the floor with a soft thump. Underneath the jacket, she wore a white button down tailored to fit her quite nicely and had left the throat of it open to expose a good deal of cleavage without exposing the white lacy bra underneath. “That’s better… now where were we?”
She looked back to find Ed’s eyes glued to her chest and fought down an urge to smirk even as he sat there slack-jawed. Rowan supposed that it was the first time he’d seen her without that short jacket and normally she took real pride in her need for perfect presentation. But this was something she wanted more at the moment. The boy was actually turning red and the heat in his cheeks strengthened when she crossed her arms beneath her C-cup breasts, lifting them again just for his benefit and exposing more cleavage through the opening of her shirt. He shifted uncomfortably, barely managing to tear his eyes away from her ‘offerings’ with a sputtered “I don’t need any help.”
“You look hot yourself, Fullmetal. How can you stand wearing all that fabric and leather all the time?” Rowan asked, knowing the real reason that he couldn’t seem to stop blushing. “Take the jacket and gloves off. You’ll feel better and we can continue to talk.”
That was not what had Ed truly hot, considering he had gotten a really nice idea of what to dream of when it came to her breasts now. His mind’s eye filled with a vision of his hands filled with those large boobs as she writhed underneath him and… dammit! He was having the ‘nightmares’ while awake! And he had a full blown erection at this point to top it all off! Edward prayed she wasn’t seeing the fact he was worked up, but when she directed him to take his coat and gloves off he took it as an opportunity to hide his discomfort with the red fabric. Hurriedly slipping off the coat and standing briefly to get the fabric out from under him, he sat back down and put the coat in his lap. His blush didn’t abate one bit.
Rowan had seen his erection but didn’t point it out, knowing that he’d likely hare off if she did. And she wanted him here with her and not running of into the countryside until he managed to convince himself he was not remotely attracted to her. It was cute how he tried to hide himself and she fought the urge to give him a feral grin. Yes… he was right where she wanted him…
“So, tell me about your nightmares,” Rowan directed with a subtle hint of command. He looked away from her and began to tell some bullshit, obviously lying through his teeth as he blushed redder and redder. ‘Oh, my… he’s trying to match his coat,’ she thought with amusement. But she took the opportunity to scoot closer to him with his eyes averted. He just about jumped clear off the couch when she breathed on his neck as she purred a whisper to him. “You’re lying, Edward…”
‘When had that bitch gotten this close?!’ Ed’s mind shrieked as he pushed himself away from her in a desperate move. His face was really close to hers as she smirked that damnable knowing smirk and he suddenly found himself pinned against the armrest of the couch at the other end from where she had started. “What the hell!” he snapped, red, aroused, and confused as she cut off his escape with one arm. “I’m not lying!” Of course, he could knock that arm aside and run, but it seemed more immovable than a twenty thousand kilo stone.
“Yes you are,” she purred, giving him a sultry look that left his knees weakened and his eyes wide in shock. Was she coming onto him?! “I know what young men dream of when they call a name out in their sleep… especially when they scurry to the bathroom afterwards for shame of being discovered by all-seeing little brothers.” She was over him now and he scooted down to try and gain some room but there was no room. He was pinned, trapped, and scared to death. She knew she knew she knew she knew! His red coat in the scrabble had fallen off the couch, leaving his straining member more or less exposed as it pressed against the inside of his pants. She was right there! Her tits hung so close that he wouldn’t have to reach very far to touch them. Her hair hung down, giving her pretty rounded Xingese face a nice frame. Her eyes were knowing and predatory. He felt small and hunted but also extremely aroused and she was over him… Her eyes slid down his form as he stared at her in shock and horror and amazement. From what his pants told tale of, Edward was a big boy. She felt her smirk grow into a hungry grin, flashing her pearly whites as her eyes slid up again to his face. “Why, Edward,” she purred, deliberately forgoing his title and her usual reminder of his chain to the military once again, “You seem to need my help after all.”
‘She saw she saw she saw!’ Edward’s mind babbled incoherently even as parts of him egged him onwards, wanting more of this delicious torture. Other parts screamed this was wrong and she was messing with him again or maybe this was a dream but it was too clear to be a dream.
“N-no,” he gasped, incapable of removing his eyes from her face as he regained control of his hands. He tried to push her blocking arm away to get out from under her, his legs were on either side of hers and… “I…I d-don’t…” he stuttered even as she leaned in, pressing her body flush against his. “W-wa…!” His words were cut off as her lips pressed warmly against his and his brain promptly shut down before stuttering to life again. Was this a dream? Couldn’t be! She felt so real and warm and holy shit she was rubbing his crotch! He gasped and she took that as invitation to molest the inside of his mouth with her tongue as she stroked the bulge in his pants. Swallowing his gasps and moans, she felt victory sweep through her when the hands that had sought to throw her free reversed tactics, one grasping at her shoulder and the other at her waist.
Releasing his mouth, she smiled at him. “If you are quiet, I’ll make this the best trip to the office you ever had,” she offered him. “Don’t tell anyone, and I’ll have you feeling things you never imagined,” she promised. He gazed at her with a glazed look as he panted. To give further incentive, she rubbed at his crotch, teasing the bulge of his cock. He gasped and arched into her hand, his eyes sliding shut as he uttered a little mewl of delight. “What do you say?”
“Don’t… I… yes… please,” he managed in gasping breaths. “Please.” Ooh, how she liked hearing him beg.
“Transmute the door locked and make sure that the sparks don’t show on the outside,” she commanded. He nodded and then shook his head like a dog shaking off water before pressing his hands together in that prayer-like motion. She watched, fascinated, as he reached off the side of the couch and touched his fingers to the floor. Lightning from the transmutation made a path to the door before sizzling there a moment and vanishing. Along with it went the door. She blinked. That wasn’t expected. “What did you do?” she asked, arching a brow at him.
“Transmuted the wall over the door. Couldn’t do anything directly to the door or else it’d show on the other side. This way, it still looks like a door without the ability to open it,” Ed said, regaining his wits slightly though his words remained breathy.
“Very nice,” she mused and then she decided to get to work. “Now, time to show you what a real woman is like…” Rowan pushed off of him and he stared as she unbuttoned her shirt the rest of the way before tugging the hem out of her pants and slipping it off entirely. He stared as she unhooked her bra to let her breasts hang free in the warm office air. Oh, it was good that she’d ordered her people to leave her and Edward alone until after he’d left. Edward stared in amazement as his superior officer exposed herself to him and he found himself further stunned when he realized she had really, really pretty breasts. They were perfectly formed and rounded and her nipples were already taut from her desire as she continued to kneel between his knees on the couch. Then she sat back languidly as she kicked off her boots and toed off her socks. “Come here, Edward.”
That was a command he could get behind and he eagerly sat up, eyes still fastened to her breasts even as he moved rather uncomfortably to get at her. Common sense was lacking despite him knowing that this was still the bitch and he didn’t care. He just didn’t care, especially seeing her topless. Suddenly his short jacket seemed far too hot and he hurriedly jerked that off, leaving him in his tank top, arms exposed completely. Tossing the fabric aside, he scooted forward and after one shy glance at her, he took the open invitation of her smile as reason enough to touch her pretty and full breasts. Rowan marveled at the touch of his hands. The steel was room temperature and otherwise cool against her heated body, making her left nipple peak further. The left flesh hand that molded itself to her right breast was calloused and firm. The surprising gentleness in both hands made her want to moan as they experimentally felt at her. She’d expected rougher treatment, but for all Ed’s fierceness, he was still a fifteen-year-old young man that had never done anything like this before. And he was adorable as he trembled slightly while he explored her upper half with cautious fingers.
“Come here, Edward.” The words were gentler this time and he looked up, wide eyes curious and innocent and oh so sweet. Compliantly, he edged up further and she tugged his chin to bring pretty pliant lips up to hers and kissed him sweetly. “Now, how would you like to learn how to use your mouth?”
“Um… sure?” he offered, confused. She smiled again and it wasn’t mocking at all. She resolutely ignored the damp ache between her legs, wanting to teach him as much as have her way with him. He was her charge and at the very least she would ensure he walked away with a good set of basic instructions as to how to please a woman.
“Kissing is a great way to fuel the desires of a couple,” she lectured, peppering his jawline with butterfly kisses as she spoke. She edged further down to his throat, pressing a longer kiss to his pulse point and earning an endearing groan from him. “How you kiss…” She lapped her tongue out and trailed it up from his carotid to just below his ear, flicking the lobe with the tip of her tongue. “…can produce a variety of effects. Most of the time, instinct is a great guide to what to do, but sometimes listening to the noises your partner makes can be helpful.”
“Oh?” His voice was breathy as he lay helpless to her ministrations, half lying on her and half supporting himself with the couch.
“Yes,” she purred as she ran fingertips down his still clothed side, earning a buck of his hips for her efforts. “Touching can bring about similar effects, though if coupled with kissing it can certainly affect how your lover will react far more acutely. Also, biting, sucking, and sometimes scratching can be arousing as well. But careful because not every person likes being a bit feral. Want to give it a try?” He nodded, panting as he pressed a sloppy kiss to her lips, snatching at her breath with his sheer enthusiasm. His hands slipped back to her torso, his flesh hand teasing the underside of her breast as he ran a thumb along the flesh and his automail hand cupping her waist and whisking circles there. Ooh, was he a fast learner! “Oh, and did you know women’s breasts are exceptionally sensitive?” she offered him once he began his own butterfly kisses interspersed with slight touches of teeth to her jawline before slipping down to her shoulder. “It’s said that with some skill and patience, one can bring a woman to orgasm merely pleasuring her nipples.”
With a slight push of her hand, he shifted down further to her breasts. She certainly didn’t expect him to be able to do the whole ‘orgasm by just the nipples’ thing any time soon, but he eagerly latched onto her unoccupied left breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth and suckling briefly before running his tongue across it. Edward was having the time of his life and felt a thrill when he made her grunt and push her hips against his aching member as he nipped at her breast’s underside before giving a similar treatment to the other breast he had been toying with via his left hand.
“Damn… shirt off,” she grunted as he managed to make her arch again. It had been a while since her last romp and quite frankly this puppy was doing very well. She caught at the fabric clothing his back and tugged at it. He released her spit-slicked breast with a wet pop and she dragged the tank over his head, him helping it along. At that moment, Rowan stilled to ogle her prize. Ho… ly… shit… That was not a fifteen-year-old’s body. That was the sleekly muscled body of someone that wasn’t quite a body builder but definitely someone who worked out continuously. Oh, man… now she burned for him and she knew that last romp was suddenly pale in comparison. He had not been so… shit… She was so hot now. Ed arched a brow at her, wondering at her silence.
“What?” he asked, confused. He wanted to continue the ‘lesson’ but the way she stared at his chest was both surprising and a little awkward. Part of him realized she was admiring him and he felt a surge of pride. “Like what you see?” he offered, smirking at the thought he’d been the one to stun her into silence.
“Come here, Edward,” she commanded shortly, eyes not parting from his chest.
“Yes, Colonel,” he complied with a bit of amusement as he pushed against her again. The feeling of her breasts directly against his skin made his erection painful. He gasped harshly, bowing his head as he gritted his teeth. He hurt. This hurt so sweetly and so badly. She saw his expression and took pity.
“No… lay back.” He looked at her in confusion but the hand to his chest pressed him back into the cushion and she gingerly picked his belt open before undoing his pants, relieving some of the strain he was feeling.
“What are you…?” he asked, looking down at her as she pulled his boots off and laid them aside before tugging at his pants further.
“I’m going to give you a lesson on how a woman can pleasure a man,” she told him simply as she slowly worked his pants off and leaving him in naught but his boxers. His very tented boxers… And she hooked her fingers into them, too, and tugged him free of the thin blue cotton. Cooler air brushed Ed’s erection and the feeling of it made him groan a bit. All that horrible tightness was gone, though the strain hadn’t abated a bit. There was a small breath where Rowan took in her Fullmetal Alchemist, admiring his muscled chest, finely turned arm and leg, his automail, his scars, and… oh, yes… his throbbing erection jutting painfully out from a nest of curly golden blonde pubic hair. And boy was she excited to see him. His flushed form was so beautiful, like an Adonis that was in need of worship. And that cock of his begged worship, especially as a drop of pre-cum formed so prettily on the head like a pearl. He was so nice and suddenly Rowan didn’t feel too bad that she’d seduced the boy into her arms. Not when she had this as a reward and there was a high possibility of having him eating out of her hand if he wanted more.
Before Edward could register the pause, a tongue lapped over the tip of his erection and his eyes, which had closed in relief at being released, shot open to see the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. Rowan Mustang crouching between his legs topless as she danced her tongue across the tip of his erection before sliding down the bottom of it straight against a throbbing vein. The sensation made him buck his hips up and he shoved himself into her mouth. Her eyes glittered in amusement as if to say ‘such a short temper’ but she sucked him further in and wrapped a hand around the rest of his member.
It was all he could stand and he came promptly straight into her mouth with a cry. Rowan was shocked at the amount of cum that filled her mouth and nearly gagged from the force it came out. Pulling back, she swallowed the salty liquid, but she couldn’t consume all of it as there had been enough to dribble out of the corners of her mouth. She grunted in wry amusement. “Well… that was a short lesson,” she mused before running her tongue out of her mouth to lap up the remains of his semen before it dripped off or dried on her face. Edward watched with fascination as she wiped the back of a hand along her jaw before he realized that she had not released his cock and was in fact pumping it rigorously, occasionally flicking a thumb over the tip to catch the little dribbles of semen that he still produced to provide lubrication. “But it isn’t the end of class.” Her grin returned and was saucy and lecherous and Ed felt a burn roll through him that was partially aided as she brought him back up to hardness. “Good news is that you’ll likely last longer this time,” she teased.
“Are you callin’ me…” Ed fought to get up, but she released is cock to cup his balls and fondle them for a moment, causing him to fall back with a groan.
“I am calling you inexperienced,” she told him. “Not short. Not with this in my hands,” she purred as her other hand grabbed him and she fondled both balls and dick to bring him back up and ready. “And my, oh my, aren’t you the lucky boy? And I the lucky girl…? Test time, Fullmetal. What is required for a woman to get pregnant?” The teasing tone turned serious in a flash the moment she informed him of the ‘test’.
“Er… uh…” Ed was not capable of thinking straight at the moment, especially when she put that hot mouth of hers around his cock again and began fucking him with her mouth. That hand of hers that played with his nuts didn’t let up, either, but she was right. It was taking longer for him to build up again and he felt tired from his first release though he felt he could do it again now. His hands gripped convulsively at the couch, trying to find physical stability in a mentally topsy-turvy world. “The ovaries release an egg…”
She immediately pulled free with a wet pop that reminded him of what had happened when he’d let her breast go. “Skip to the part with the man, Edward,” she said, the hand that had been addling his wits through his nuts moving away to work at her own pants.
“Er… semen?”
“Yes,” she confirmed. “And where does that semen come from?” He knew this and why had she let him completely go? He watched her stand up and shimmy off her blue military pants, revealing a very nice set of silky black panties she also quickly shimmied out of.
“Man’s penis,” he managed with a squeak once he got his brain on track after seeing her completely naked. Dark hair curled over her nether region and the curls of hair looked decidedly damp as she drew closer to him.
“Yes. Sit up.” He hastily did so, his eyes marveling at her consistently creamy pale skin with its faint golden tone save for a few marring scars here and there. She immediately sat in his lap, his eyes growing wide as she did so. Her eyes studied him intently. “Now, when does that semen occur?”
“Um… when a man ejaculates?”
“Correct. Now, you ‘ejaculate’ in me and I will forget ever letting you near me again, you understand? This is a simple rule. You get me pregnant and I will tan your little ass, Edward Elric.” Her words were very firm and quite threatening and with this woman piled in his lap, her hands steadying herself on either side of his head on the back of the couch, he was not about to piss her off. Prudently, he didn’t comment on the ‘little’ remark, either. One gulp later that sent his Adam’s apple bobbing, he nodded. His eyes didn’t leave hers as she stared down at him intently as if to verify the truth of his nod. “Good,” she purred in satisfaction as she lifted herself up. “Now, for your final lesson of the day…” And he pushed himself out instinctively just in time for her to guide herself down on his erect member.
The first thoughts through his mind were ‘hot’, ‘wet’, ‘oh, god’, and ‘this is amazing’. The feeling of her surrounding him made him close his eyes and tilt his head back to rest on the couch so that he might savor the feeling she inspired as his fingers latched onto her hips. Rowan couldn’t help closing her eyes either, feeling the absolute fullness Edward gave her as she stretched to accommodate him. Oh, her legs pinched a bit as she lowered herself fully into his lap to completely impale herself on him but that sheer amount of man in her was well worth it. She’d never felt so much inside her and it was heaven. When she opened her eyes, she stared down at him as he reveled in the feelings she had instigated and she smirked. If this little bit felt good to him…
She lifted herself up, causing him to open his eyes in curiosity. And then, Rowan began to ride him, inspiring him to grunt and moan beneath her as she bounced in his lap. Her breasts bounced, too, and he watched in fascination before leaning forward to capture one tit in his mouth, biting and sucking at the underside as she fucked him. Oh, he did learn fast! He bucked up into her now as she came down on him so that they could come together with a force sweeter than merely her doing the work as he worried at the same spot. She moaned his name as she felt herself rise up and up, muscles tightening and making it hard to keep up the pace.
Sensing her flagging ability, Edward grabbed her hips to steady her before driving himself up into her as hard as he could, panting as he thrust into her repeatedly. Oh god, this felt good! So much better than any wet dream! Suddenly, she clamped down with a grunted “Edward!” as her arms flung about his head to drag him face first into the valley between her sweaty breasts. He hurriedly jerked himself out, feeling that he was hitting completion again, and he winced as his essence spurted up between them, coating both their fronts in sticky semen. Rowan panted on top of him, pressing kisses into the crown of his head as she stroked his shoulders and hair while he breathed against the skin between her breasts. There was a sudden tug on his braid and he tilted his head back to relieve the pressure only to receive a searing kiss from the Colonel.
Finally, she released him, allowing him to sag back. “No going to sleep,” she teased lightly, trailing a finger over his muscled, sweaty, and sticky torso in fascination. “You have to get cleaned up.”
“Bitch…” he panted without rancor. His eyes were very heavy and he really did want to sleep.
“Ah… but this bitch has a puppy that should keep her happy,” she said in a throaty tone that made him look at her in disgust as she stood up. “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t be up for more lessons in the future? Or, perhaps, I can find some other women from your dreams and have you perform for me?”
“You’re sick,” he growled as he sat up, suddenly aware of his undress in front of her. His cock had gone flaccid by now, drawing up smaller against him. Rowan took delight that even in his regular state, he was still fairly impressive. She turned and walked over to where she kept a few small supplies, including a pitcher of water and a few washcloths. The Colonel knew he watched her retreating backside with that burning gaze of his and was pleased. He was still fascinated even though she teased him and that boded well for their little moment of fun… as well as future possible moments. Despite the large windows that decorated her office, she felt no fear that she’d be seen in a state of undress for the sun poured into the windows and that meant they reflected sunlight as well back to any observers.
She soon returned with dampened cloths and handed one to him. “A shame the room smells like sex…” she mused. “But for what it’s worth, I dare say those out there won’t comment. Save Hawkeye, perhaps, but she knew well enough what I’d likely do and that I wouldn’t just hang you out to dry.” Her amused purr made him flush as he mopped his stomach off and cleaned the rest of his skin hurriedly. “And her comments would be directed only at me. You might face a bit of jealousy from Havoc, though. You aren’t the only one that has wet dreams. And certainly not the only one that has made me the feature.”
“You’re laughing,” growled Ed as he pulled on his boxers.
“Edward.” The pure warmth in Rowan’s tone made him pause before she spoke in a far more serious tone. “You have to realize what position I am in. You’re both my subordinate and a minor. That is two very large strikes. The fact you dreamed of me is flattering, especially after all the arguments we’ve had over the years. You could have me proverbially hanged by merely pointing a finger. I’m trusting you to keep your mouth shut on this. Even if my plans to become Fuhrer are to be discovered, it would be less painful than being paraded along as a monster who takes advantage of children.” He stared at her. “I would be dishonorably expelled from the military, imprisoned, and made a complete farce out of. Far worse than merely being executed for treason. So you can see I am giving you a great deal of trust. If you choose to work with me on this, we might even have a repeat performance. Several, perhaps. You aren’t that far off of sixteen and legal. But if you open your mouth, bad things will befall the both of us.” She began to dress at that point, slipping on her damp underwear. “And you will lose the protection I afford you and your brother. Yes, perhaps you will still continue as you were but not with the near amount of freedom I give you. I hardly demand most of what should be required from you, especially respect. You’ve been given far more leeway than any other CO might ever dare give you.”
Edward realized she was right. She had literally placed her fate as well as his in his hands and the sheer weight of it made him tremble a little. Yes, he had the ability to take her out of the picture, remove a serious thorn in his side… But what would he get in return? Not just everything she listed off, but also the shitty feeling of destroying someone so casually that they’d never recover from it. And he wouldn’t just destroy her. He’d hurt First Lieutenant Hawkeye, Second Lieutenant Havoc, Second Lieutenant Breda, Warrant Officer Falman, and Sergeant Fuery, too, because they would turn their heads and ignore the fact that their boss had just had sex with a minor and her subordinate. And they would likely get in trouble as well. Not to mention all her leeway she’d given him with Alphonse. No one knew he was an empty suit of armor save for the people in this office. No one protested the fact she’d made sure Alphonse was allowed every place Edward was. She’d cleared the way for them and even though they wrangled continuously, she’d let them keep that freedom.
“I see you understand,” she said lowly and he looked up to see she was perfectly presentable again and realized he was dressed as well save for his gloves and long coat. She smoothed her hands over her front, and Edward looked down.
“Yeah, I do.” He heard footsteps and then her feet appeared in his line of sight and he looked up again only to meet her lips as she kissed him. His heart leaped in his chest at the sensation of her lips caressing his in a sweet manner as the fingers of her right hand trailed his jaw. Then she leaned back and straightened, her dark eyes meeting his golden ones.
“I thank you,” she said solemnly with a sly twinkle in her eye. “And I think you’ve ruined me a little bit.” He blinked in surprise.
“What do you mean?” he asked, not understanding as he stood before her. He was so much shorter than her, but on the bright side, it put his eyelevel just above her breasts when he had his shoes on and therefore easy for him to catch a peek.
“I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands off of you, Fullmetal,” she purred, catching his chin and plying him with another kiss. “You taste amazing. And you’re so eager to please. I haven’t had a man rile me up like you have in quite a while. So don’t disappear on me.” The sheer lust in her voice made him a little hot even as tired as he was and the burning look in her eyes made him quiver both in fear and anticipation. Yeah, Rowan Mustang certainly was quite the man eater, but he couldn’t deny how amazingly hot she was and she wanted him again.
His nightmares were going to be unbearable now.
“Er… I won’t,” he told her, watching with wide eyes as she let go of him.
“Fix the door and go on. I won’t have anything for you to do until tomorrow, so come here at oh-nine hundred hours. Bring your brother if you’d like. I’ve got a mission for you.”
Head spinning, Edward fixed the door and left a little stunned. He passed the others, who pretended very kindly to not smell the scent of sex on him or that he was a little wild eyed as he vanished out the door. One thought registered through the mess in his skull. He was going to tell his brother ‘thank you very much’ before turning right around and kicking his ass.
The next day at precisely oh-nine hundred hours, Rowan Mustang, the Flame Alchemist, handed over the latest mission to the Elric brothers. It was to go out to a desert city called Liore and investigate what was going on out there. No one commented on the lingering touch of her hand on Edward’s or how Alphonse looked particularly nervous for some reason. Nope… just another day at the office and the only thing that was odd was that it wasn’t punctuated by the usual taunting fests that normally occurred when the Flame and Fullmetal met.
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