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She’d been at it for hours.
She wipes the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, a streak of grease left behind on her skin. She grasps the ankle of the leg she’s crafting, placing her other hand above the knee for leverage. She pushes down, testing the flexibility of the knee joint. It stutters slightly—a few more slight adjustments and it would be ready. She’d be here for another hour or so.
Edward knocks on the doorframe with his knuckles. She doesn’t stir, doesn’t look his way. Instead, she unscrews the knee’s plating. “I’m busy.”
“Yeah,” his metal foot alerts of his entering of the room. He stands behind her, hands in his pockets, and rests his chin atop her head. “I can see that.”
The sound of metal being tampered with fills the silence. Winry is comfortable to work like this—Ed often kept her company during long nights, sprinkling in physical touch as their romantic relationship had grown. It had distracted her in the beginning; he’d kiss her cheek at the wrong time, and her soldering gun would slip in her surprise, burning her fingers. There had even been an incident with a hammer and her thumb after Edward had grabbed her breasts from behind. He’d learned quickly what he could get away with without causing his girlfriend bodily injuries.
“The house is empty, y’know,” he murmurs into her hair, burying his nose within. She smells of grease, iron, and summer flowers. “You should take a break and come to bed for a bit.”
Winry would be lying if she said his suggestion wasn’t tempting. He’s fresh from the shower, his hair flowing freely down his back. His presence intoxicates her, his scent dizzying, his words making it difficult to concentrate. She rolls her neck, his lips press against the crown of his head. A pleased hum rumbles in her throat. “Mm, no. I’m almost finished.”
“And if you take a break, you’ll still be almost finished.” He lifts his head and dips down to her neck. He presses open mouthed kisses to her skin. “Just give me fifteen minutes.”
“Only fifteen?” She rolls her eyes, though she can’t help the smile playing at her lips. She sets her screwdriver down atop the workbench. She tilts her head to her left, giving him full access to her neck. “That’s not enough tiiiime.”
He smirks against her skin when she whines. “You want to get back to work as soon as possible, right?”
His fingers carefully untie her bandana, revealing her bangs stuck to her sweaty forehead. He gathers some of her hair in his hands, pushing it away to provide him further access to her skin. His lips press wet kisses beneath her ear, a spot that drives her wild. She moans.
“Edward Elric…” His name falls from her mouth like a curse.
He grins. “Not to toot my own horn, but if you give me time, you’ll be screaming my name.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“So I’ve been told.”
Her breath hitches in her throat as his hand works its way around her. He takes the zipper of her top between thumb and forefinger and tugs it down. Her heart races, eyes closing as she enjoys what he does with her body. He pushes the straps of her top off of her shoulders, and her breasts are bared. He takes one in his hand, running his thumb over her erect nipple. He gives it a gentle squeeze.
A throaty moan escapes her. Any piece of her that wanted to fight the sensation budding between her legs, that wanted to return to her work and send him back to the bathroom to jerk off, had vanished. He’d become skilled at pleasing her over the past two years; his fingers knew just the right spots to touch, his tongue the correct rhythm against the bundle of nerves, his hips the perfect balance between gentle and rough as he thrusted inside of her. Edward had become impossible to ignore, and he knew it. He had her in bed, tangled in the sheets with him, whenever the desire struck. She possessed an equal power over him, a simple look enough to get him to excuse himself from an alchemical conversation with his brother.
Winry stands and turns to face him. She shrugs fully out of her top and lets it fall to the floor. He wears a smug grin on his face—he’d gotten what he wanted, and he was going to enjoy it.
He takes her lips between his, kissing her with an unsatisfiable hunger. His hands work at uniting the sleeves of her coveralls at her waist. Her arms wrap around his neck, taking a fistful of his hair and pulling him closer. He tugs the coveralls from her waist, and Winry assists by kicking the fabric off of her. Her tongue enters his mouth, gently rubbing against his. She grips the back of his shirt and pulls. He lifts his arms and she frees him of his shirt, tossing it aside. His lips connect back with her neck, traveling down its length. Winry’s hands tangle themselves in his hair.
“Ed…” She moans his name breathily as his lips press against the dip in her collarbone. She pulls him closer, and something hard rubs against her thigh. An ache erupts between her legs, a chill shoots down her spine. Clumsily, she unbuttons and unzips his pants. Her hand disappears within his boxers, a smile on her lips as she takes his length in her hand. His kisses cease as a groan tears through him.
There was something about her calloused hands wrapping around his length. She pumps him slowly. Agonizingly slowly. He bares his teeth and hisses. “Fuck, Win…”
His cock is warm and hard in her grasp, his moans music to her ears. She strokes his length, running her thumb along its tip. A proper moan echoes off of the walls; he buries his face in her chest, gripping her hips for dear life. The power was in her hands, now. She held the ability to finish him. As tempting as it was, however, she can’t help but crave him buried inside of her. She lets him go, a disappointed whimper emits from him, and she tugs his pants and boxers down his legs. She follows suit by removing her underwear.
Winry’s legs wrap around Edward’s waist as he lifts her off of the ground. He whispers her name and stumbles backward when his cock makes contact with her core. She’s wet, and he can’t bear to wait any longer.
The two fall atop her mattress, Winry’s giggles barely audible over the sound of his beating heart. Gold and blue meet, their gazes locked, both sets of eyes clouded with lust. Ed presses a kiss to the tip of her nose and pushes into her.
Edward’s length always made her feel filled. She pulls his head down, their lips crashing together, and he swallows a moan she’s too embarrassed to let out. He begins to move, his hips rocking in a strong, steady rhythm. Their lips detach as Winry cries out. His penis twitches inside of her, her walls clenching around him, and she throws her head back against the pillow. An unbearable heat washes over her, setting her ablaze. The pleasure building within her makes it difficult to open her eyes. Her heart threatens to erupt from her chest.
Her walls clench repeatedly around his length, signaling that she’s close. Good thing, too, as he’s also near his end. He pulls out of her, leaving only the tip inside, before burying himself to the hilt. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, making it rather difficult to look at anything else. A warmth spreads in his belly—he needed to get her there, and fast.
A hand reaches between them. Ed brushes his fingers against her clit, and the cry that tears through her is deafening. He does it again. Her legs tighten around his waist, her nails claw down his back. A string of cusses with his name thrown in the mix fall from her lips. He does it again. “Fuck—Ed, Ed, Ed…!” She’s soaking, clenched tightly around him, and he can’t take it anymore. He presses the bundle of nerves between her legs and traces circles against it. Her back arches, a wordless moan fills his ears, and her walls clench around him repeatedly.
His thrusts grow erratic, losing their rhythm the more he continues. Stars fill his vision as he comes. His teeth are clenched, though her name slips through the cracks. He moans as he collapses atop her, face buried in the crook of her neck. Both of them struggle to catch their breath.
Five minutes pass with their heavy breathing in the air and their lips against whatever skin they could reach. Winry erupts in a fit of laughter, and though Edward is initially confused, he joins her.
“C’mere,” she orders, grabbing his chin and guiding him up. He follows, and she peppers kisses along the length of his jaw. He hums, pleased. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“You only love me for my dick,” he jests, pulling away and crashing his lips against hers. They move together lazily, sloppily, their skin wet with saliva after they’re done. “I feel like a piece of meat.”
Her legs still wrapped around his waist, she rolls him onto his back. “Is loving you for your dick such a bad thing?”
He shrugs his shoulders, though he can’t help the grin on his face. “I thought we had a deep, meaningful relationship.”
She trails her fingertip from his jaw to his chest, tickling his skin. “Look, if you want to take me on dates, that’s fine,” she kisses him, “but I expect to have you inside of me by the end of the night.”
“You’re mean.”
She returns his grin and presses her lips to his jaw. She snuggles into his chest, and his arms wrap around her. “So I’ve been told.”