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No Stopping This Heat Wave	By : cherylgebo Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Het - Male/Female Views: 53 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, nor am I making any money off of it, I just can't promise Ed doesn't do anything stupid at any given time. He usually does.

Chapter List
- 1-No Stopping This Heat Wave
- 1
The day was much too hot as Ciara bent to pick up the hose. She had to get the flowers watered earlier every day, and more often. The heat was unbearable. She’d have to remember to take some cool water to Den when she went to visit the Rockbell’s later. She also had heard that the Elric Brothers were making their way home from the city. She didn’t get to see much of Edward, but it always surprised her to see his arm in one piece, and it usually shocked the daylights out of her to see Alphonse back in person, and not a massive suit of armor.
But more shocking…Edward grew.
“You trying to water the house?”
Ciara jumped and glared over her shoulder. Speak of the devil.
“Edward…”
He smirked cheekily at her, making her turn around, spraying him with the hose. Edward looked at her with wide golden eyes. She smiled sweetly before turning around and watering the flowers. Edward wiped his face before lifting his bangs out of his eyes, glaring at her, storming off to change his clothes.
“She sprayed you with water. That must have been a fun way to cool off.” Alphonse said, watching as Edward pulled clothes out to change into.
Edward turned around, glaring at his brother.
“I didn’t ask her to, Al…she did it on purpose.”
“…I’m sure it was still a good way to cool off.”
“Optimist.”
“Pessimist.”
Edward shook his head, making his ponytail swing as he pulled a new shirt and pants on, growling. Him and Ciara didn’t butt heads as often as him and Winry, but she had a snarky personality and a sarcastic attitude. He peered down at his hand on the dresser, thinking. He looked out the window, able to see the little home that Ciara had made for herself. He’ll get her back. But first he had to deal with her visit later in the day.
Yawning, Ciara pulled the pot off its heating base, intending to pour herself a hot cup of coffee that hot night. Her visit went well, especially when Alphonse found out she could use alchemy, but just around the house. They sat for hours while he helped her correct some of her circles and the way she did it. She absolutely had not expected someone to come knocking this late at night. She peered up at her clock, seeing that it was…nearly midnight.
“Who the hell. Who’s there!?” Ciara called out, putting her coffee pot and mug down.
“Just me! Let me in! It’s HOT out here!”
“No shit…Ed” Ciara whipped the door open, seeing nothing. She stepped out, looking around. She didn’t have a chance to react when Edward came around the corner, hose in hand.
She found herself dripping wet, standing there in shock. Her fingers started to curl into fists, her body shaking as she slowly turned towards his laughing frame. He didn’t see the chalk she took out of her pocket, or the circle she drew on the siding of her house, but he noticed the fire hose she held in her hand.
“Holy! The hell is wrong with- “He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence when she turned it on, blasting him away. She dropped it when she turned it off, held her hands up and went into her house.
“CIARA!”
“SHUT UP EDWARD.”
Course it was nothing to him to roll up his sleeves and storm over to the door of her house, clearly anticipating a fight. Ciara glared at him straight on, fully intending to slam the door in his face.
What she hadn’t counted on was Ed pushing his way through, glaring down at her. She looked up at him in shock as he pushed her back against the living room wall, his hands up to prevent her from escaping.
“The fuck is your problem!?” He growled out.
Not one to be submissive to anyone, Ciara glared right back, “My problem is YOU! You are always being such an immature little shit!”
“You started it!”
“And I ended it!” She yelled at him, her cheeks burning red.
He growled, glaring down at her. Ciara crossed her arms defiantly, glaring right back at him before moving her eyes to the side, pouting. She looked forward, refusing to meet his golden orbs. It wasn’t until then did she remember they were still wet from the slight hose fight, and he was drenched from head to two. The pale colored shirt he had put on was nearly entirely see-through, leaving nothing to her imagination. She could see where he still had the scarring on his right shoulder from when the automail had once replaced his arm.
He noticed her looking, then looked down at himself, He quickly caught sight of her wet body as well, noticing, very obviously, her breasts. Their eyes met momentarily before looking away. Ed stood up straight, quickly lowering his arms.
“…Probably should go back to Winry’s house and get dressed. Again.”
“…Yeah.”
“…I’m…going to go get a shower.”
“…Is yours still outside too?”
“Yeah…but I have a bath now. But...it’s hot out…a cool shower would help.”
Ed looked at her. Last he knew, she was…
“…Are you done with your house?”
“No.” Ciara picked at her wet shirt, “But the bathroom is done. The basement and the kitchen still need the upgrades and finishings. But it’s nearly done. It just takes a while to get all that stuff from the city.”
“…You know alchemy and you can’t do it yourself?”
“I am not that confident, stupid.”
He looked at her, then towards the door, then back at her. Ciara sighed as she watched him walk to the door, but to her surprised…Ed only shut it. Without walking out. His fingers lingered on the casing of the door before he turned around, looking at her. He had made up his mind. This had been going on far too long. The night was hot, sure. But…She had an outside shower, right? She had a hose…right? The shower won’t get that cold…that fast…not if…Pretty sure that Edward was thinking with his dick instead of his head, he walked over, unbuttoning his wet shirt. He didn’t know entirely what had come over him, but it wasn’t the first time. Not around her.
“…Edward, what are you- “
He grabbed her by her face, forcing her to lean towards him. She didn’t react the way she would have thought she would, especially when his lips pressed against hers. Ciara’s eyes widened as she stared at him, her eyelids soon fluttering closed as she leaned up against him and into his kiss. Their sopping wet clothing pressed against their warm bodies. Ciara felt his hands on her as they became more passionate in their kissing, gripping her shirt. He took the vest she had on and slipped it off, simply dropping it on the floor. His own shirt followed, then he went for her button up emerald, green shirt. He fumbled, more used to working as an alchemist than he was to be undressing a girl.
Ciara started laughing at him, making him blush in both embarrassment and anger. She brought her hands to the buttons and expertly undid them, letting her shirt fall to the ground. His hands wrapped around the curves of her waist and hips, pulling her close to his body.
She peered up at him during a break in their kissing, watching as his golden eyes followed a bead of water down her neck from behind her ear. He leaned forward, pulling her naked torso against his own as he claimed her neck for himself. Ciara gasped, feeling hotter than she needed to be. But at the same time, it felt oh so good. His arms were slippery from their water battle, but she could feel every muscle he had that would hide beneath his clothing. She should have known he’d have them anyways, after all, Ed had worked for the military as a state alchemist. He pressed up against her, taking her lips once again, allowing her to feel the hardened length in his jeans.
She groaned as he pressed up against her, taking her lips over and over in his. The heat wave was nothing compared to this heat. This was a feral heat, an animalistic heat. Not the humidity that ran wild outside. The beast that craved this heat ran wild in them.
He took ahold of her hand, pulling her away from the wall. He couldn’t hold it back no more. The cold shower will combat the heat they would produce in the hot summer air. Besides, he knew how to run that shower that was on the side of her house.
“Ed! Wait! I’m not de- “
“You don’t need to be decent to take a shower. Cici.”
She looked at him, blushing as he pulled her out to the shower that was on the other side of her house. She watched as Ed reached up, settling the bucket and getting the hoses going. She also quickly realized…he didn’t turn the heating element on.
“Ed! That’s going to be cold!”
“It’s fine. We’re going to need it cold.” He said, reaching over and grabbing her by the upper arm.
Ciara looked up at him, shocked. The heat was still there, both in her and outside. She already felt sticky and sweaty, even when she knew she was wet from water…and lust herself. Edward pulled her towards the shower, a smirk playing on his lips. She watched as he pulled the curtain closed. She felt the water hit her scalding skin, jumping as he grabbed her and held her against him.
He pressed up against her, his lips against her neck. She felt his hair hit her shoulder over his own, clumping as it rested against their slick topless bodies. His hands resting on the band of her leggings and skirt, pushing them down nd revealing…
“You don’t wear panties?”
“Why would I?”
He stared at her, and quickly got the leggings off, going as far as tearing them from her skin. Ciara gasped and reached behind to hit his hip but instead…she grabbed a handful of his length through his jeans.
Stilling, Edward’s eyes widened, and he didn’t dare move. Ciara realized what she had in her hand, and it suddenly got hotter, the water was barely cooling them down. He quickly grabbed her by her breasts, his mouth crushing against her throat as he felt his hips grind against her hand, wanting to feel her fingers as she curled them, grasping his length.
Ciara nearly took him down when she spun on the spot, He gasped when she gripped his jeans, her lips crushing up against his as she ripped the button off and pulled hard enough to allow the zipper to slide down on its own. He helped her as he wiggled out of them, finding it harder where they were wet.
One more thing…or so he thought once his underwear was off. Ciara reached up, grabbed his tie and ripped it out of his hair. Edward watched s his long hair fell around his shoulders, clinging to his burning skin. The heat around them felt like it was hotter than the humid air outside the shower.
How that could be, Ciara really didn’t know, she just knew what was going on at the current moment, as it was all she could possibly managed to keep her mind on. How was she supposed to keep track of him at this point, when her own mind wandered to areas of him that her eyes wanted to see, her hands wanted to feel, and her lips wanted to taste.
She put her hands splayed out on his chest, feeling his hands on her hips and moving around to the back. He cupped the cheeks of her rear, resulting in her being pushed forward against him, his length pressing against her lower belly. She wanted him right now, not later, not in 5 minutes, NOW.
Not yesterday, NOW. She threw her arms around him, keeping him close as their bodies pressed together, feeling the heat the other gave off. The cold water from the shower was hardly noticed. If it was even possible. But then again…
Ed picked her up, holding her by her thighs as he nearly slammed her into the sturdy wooden wall, the only one that didn’t have anything on it as one side held her shower, the other the shelf for her products. He knew it was possible that they would be heard, but he didn’t care.
Ciara gasped as he situated her legs, feeling the tip of his length pressing steadily against her slippery entrance. She didn’t give him a moment to think as she wrapped her legs around his hips, forcing him as she pushed with her heels, tightening the muscles of her thighs, feeling his length fill her suddenly. He gasped out, groaning with wide eyes as he realized what she had just done to him.
His body trembled, no longer in the cool water of her shower. He didn’t care. There were more important matters to attend to like her. He felt her shivering, despite the humid heat that boiled over them. He searched her eyes for a go ahead. She gave it in the form of a kiss and hugging him with her legs. Ed took Ciara’s arms and pinned them above her head as his body started to move, thrusting deep and slow, building their heat up. She whimpered at first, wanting him to completely fill her, to take her like she had never bee taking before, course…that was a conversation for later.
She could hear the water hitting the ground, but it was all she had of it. It was the hot humid air that hit her bare, sweaty skin while he drove into her continuously, baring conscious in his own mind enough to know or understand what he was doing. It was just him. Her. Heat. Sex.
There was no way around it as he grasped her thighs, trying to hold onto her as he pushed up against her, driving her into the wall repeatedly. Ciara had to cling to him to keep her back from being rubbed too roughly against the wood.
“Ed, please slow it down! I’m not sandpaper!”
He moved from the wall, lowering them both until his knees touched the ground and he laid her onto her back, taking her legs and folding her body in half.
“Edward! Damn…” She looked at the back of her legs, unaware that she was flexible…with help it seemed.
She gasped when he moved to thrust back into her, his lips taking hers. She wanted to hold him, but instead held onto her own thighs, digging her fingers in as he continued to move. With her like this, he was deeper, hotter, unable to pull away anymore. Not that he could prior.
Ciara found herself not only yearning for the heat of their dance, but the cool water of the shower above them. Only…it was hitting his hot body, not hers. He pressed up against her, bringing his legs to fit under hers a bit as he let her legs down, wrapping them around his hips. Panting, feeling heat and moisture on their bodies, Ciara bucked her hips up, arching her back and moaning out as their pleasure grew.
His hands found her breasts, his lips her throat, and his cock found her most precious spot inside, driving her into stars repeatedly. He realized it when she started sounding like a broken record, trying to say his name as she moaned then arched, her eyes crossing and her legs holding his hips in place best she could.
Ed quickly remembered that he shouldn’t move faster, or slower, but at that same pace. Even if it was bothering his still automail leg. He knew that was going to need a good drying after. Especially since he wasn’t going to think about that…not with what he felt in his belly and thighs, building to the middle of them, soon to go up his shaft and out his head. The heat he felt…he was sure that’s what she was feeling, the more she tensed under his hands and body.
He couldn’t help but sit up, his eyes wide. The cool water hit Ciara’s torso, making her gasp out as the water hit her breasts, cooling her heated skin, but when she felt htem sting her nipples, she groaned. It only turned her on more as the ball finally snapped.
She cried out, tears pricking her eyes as she pushed herself up, wanting to cling to Edward best she could as she came, her climax surprising him, building his own. She scratched his back as she bit his shoulder, her legs suddenly like vices that held him in place. She felt hotter, tighter…wetter…his own gasp joined her moans as he suddenly s napped and wrapped his arms tightly around her, his own climax spilling out.
“Take a hot bath…during a fucking heat wave. Why the fuck not?” Ed groaned out.
Ciara picked up the cloth, smiling at him. After their little…romp…. Edward had slipped pretty good outside, and not only had he many scratches, bumps and bruises, but he had managed to remove his own leg in the process. She gently rubbed the cloth up and down his back after calling Pinako to let her know that Ed was staying and to have Winry come and get his leg.
Course…that was a fight along when she realized what had happened, having had feelings for Ed herself.
“That feels good, but it doesn’t…” He groaned.
She smiled, “It did, didn’t it? Though...maybe next time we should be a bit more…loving. That hurt.”
“I didn’t know you were still a virgin…”
“To be fair, I was a bit…curious as a teenager.”
“What?”
“I snapped my own virginity.”
“…With the fuck what?”
“…Honestly?”
“Yes!”
“…A cucumber.”
“CICI!”
She laughed and held him close, even though she was getting her own nightshirt wet. She was sure the fans would keep the room cool, but the heat that would happen…most certainly would not be the humid air outside. Sometimes, heat waves were fun. Maybe.
Absolutely not.
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