Disclamer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.
Disclamer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.
A/N: Well, this is it, the final chapter. This is also the reason that this fic eventually got its 'M' rating. For those who have been diligently reading my fic, I want to extend a great big thank you. I know that it took me much longer to get this final chapter up then my previous chapters, but a part of me didn't want this fic to end. I really like how 'I Sense You Here' turned out, particularly this chapter, and it was a little hard to let it go. However, it is finished now and I think I've ended it on a perfect note. Now, as always, I have done my best to keep Ed and Winry in character, but I urge my readers to remember that by the time this fic takes place, Ed and Winry have been in a relationship for six months and as such, they would become a little more candid and open with one another. I stress 'little' just because we know that Ed will always be awkward and shy around Winry, even after they're old and grey and have had five kids and been married for fifty years.
The train's whistle blared, echoing around the mountains of Resembool and announcing that it was the last call for all passengers. The few people that were gathered on the rickety wooden platform gave their loved ones quick final hugs before scurrying onto the train that was slowly starting to chug away.
Winry waved frantically, a glowing smile on her face and a light chuckle escaping past her lips.
"Bye, Granny! Bye, Den!" she hollered over the thundering hiss of steam. She watched as her grandmother and dog were momentarily obscured by thick grey clouds, but when the steam receded they were exactly where she had left them, standing on the corner of the platform, Granny smoking her pipe and Den sitting obediently beside her.
"You take care, Winry! You too, short stuff!"
"Knock it off, old woman! I'm taller than Winry now!" Ed cried as he leaned out of the train window, squishing Winry against the frame.
"Ed! Back off!"
"Not until I settle some things with the witch!"
"Call when you get to Rush Valley!" Pinako instructed, ignoring Ed's violent threats and zealous fury. It was always so much fun to piss off the young alchemist.
"I promise!" Winry responded, also ignoring Ed's display of ire.
"Don't forget to give Al the care-package when you stop in Central. And Ed!"
The firm demand in the old woman's cry halted Ed's mumbled rants and angry fidgeting. He stuck his head further out the window to catch Pinako's message, his golden eyes held captive by her stern black ones.
Whatever Pinako was about to say, it was serious.
"Don't be an idiot!"
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" Ed demanded, enraged that the words of wisdom he thought he was about to receive were nothing more than a cryptic warning veiled in an insult. If not for Winry's strong tug on his ear, Ed was sure that he would have bound out of the window to shake the old woman until she fully explained herself. His cries of indignation could still be heard over the roar of the engine, echoing around the mountains long after the train had left the boarders of Resembool.
Pinako just sighed as she watched the train chug away, taking her very young granddaughter and her very young granddaughter's equally very young boyfriend away from her watchful eye. Taking a long drag from her pipe and patting Den on the head, the old woman turned away from the platform and began to make her way to the market, the family dog close behind her.
It had been six months since Ed and Winry had descended from the second floor of the Rockbell house, their hair and clothing too neat not to be suspicious, their hands clasped tightly in the others', and announced that they had worked out their differences so much so that they had decided to become a couple.
Truthfully, Pinako had thought that the pair were quite cute and a long time in coming. Instead, she had said that the two looked like a couple of guilty teenagers trying to cover up the fact that there had been less talking and more touching upstairs in Winry's bedroom.
Through the blushing and the blustering, Pinako and Al had assured Ed and Winry that they had their blessings. After more blushes and more stuttering and more excuses, the house had settled and Ed and Winry began a new chapter in their relationship.
That, however, didn't discourage Pinako from having 'The Talk' with both teenagers, ensuring to her satisfaction that Ed and Winry knew all of the repercussions, both good and bad, that would befall them should they rush into the physical parts of their new relationship.
With the two of them sitting before her, Winry picking at her fingernails and Ed doing his best to look completely uninterested, Pinako had warned them that she would not tolerate two horny teenagers in her house having sex in every available corner. They were not to be found sleeping in the same bed, they were not to be left alone in the house, and they most definitely were not to be found with their hands where they shouldn't be. Looking as if they wanted to melt into the couch, Ed and Winry had quickly agreed to Pinkao's rules so that they could escape her lecture and quietly die of embarrassment.
Privately, Pinako had confided in Winry that she trusted her judgment completely. Privately, Pinako told Ed that if he got Winry pregnant before the young girl was ready that she would chop off his favorite bit and feed it to the wolves.
As far as Pinako knew, the lecture and threats had worked as Ed and Winry had kept their relationship strictly to passionate kissing with perhaps a little heavy petting when they were feeling rebellious.
That, however, was soon to change and Pinako knew it.
With Al gone away to university, Ed had started to feel restless, and since Winry was working to complete her mechanic's license, the blond alchemist sometimes couldn't even coax his girlfriend around to keeping him occupied. Ed had gone to visit his brother in Central a few times, stopping in to say hello to all of his friends who also resided in the capital city, but he never liked to stray too far or too long away from Winry and so remained anchored in Resembool until the day Winry announced that she needed to go to Rush Valley for six weeks to complete the practicum of her license qualifications as well as get her apprenticeship papers.
Ed had eagerly jumped on the chance to go on a little trip, and rewarded Winry with a shattering kiss when she told him that they could also take some time to stop in Central for a few days, and that after she completed her tests they might make a detour to Dublith for a few weeks to visit Ed's teacher.
In a matter of weeks the tickets had been bought, accommodations had been arranged, dates had been set and trunks had been packed. Pinako was glad to see her granddaughter and surrogate grandson so excited. They were growing up into fine adults, they were adults, and as such, it was only a matter of time before adult urges began to rise to the surface.
Pinako had approved of the trip, helped to pay for the train tickets, and even bought both Ed and Winry some knew clothes for their little adventure. She was happy with everything…
Well, almost everything.
There was the little matter of the sleeping arrangements on the train.
Since it would take several days to reach Rush Valley, Pinako had offered to buy the pair a couple of private compartments for their journey. What she hadn't expected was for there to be only one available private compartment on the train, and since it was the only train that would ensure Ed and Winry made it to Rush Valley on time for Winry to complete her tests, Pinako had begrudgingly paid for the single compartment, a feeling of dread and loss churning in her belly.
"You don't have to worry, Grandma." Winry had assured the night before she left. "There's two beds in the compartment, bunk beds, actually. Ed will be on top and I'll be on the bottom – Wait! That didn't come out right!"
Although Winry had done her best to quell Pinako's worries, nothing could soothe the wave of melancholy that draped over the old Rockbell woman like a woolen shawl.
It's not that she didn't want Ed and Winry to have sex. It's not that she didn't expect Ed and Winry to have sex. It's not that she didn't expect Ed and Winry wanted to have sex really, really badly. It was that, as soon as that threshold was crossed, Winry wouldn't be hers anymore. She would belong to Edward Elric even more completely than she belonged to him now. Sex was the last step into becoming a whole adult, and when that happened to Winry, she wouldn't need her old grandmother as much as she used to.
Letting go was never easy, but it was something Pinako recognized as a rather sad fact of life.
Besides, if Pinako wanted to have great-grandchildren someday, and if she wanted her granddaughter to be deliriously happy, the old woman knew that she had to let Winry go and make whatever decisions she might make in that single compartment on that long, long train ride.
"Still," she grumbled under her breath, "I wish I hadn't provided the perfect opportunity."
Winry pulled Ed by the ear down the carpeted aisle as if he were some troublesome child.
"Winry! Winry! Dammit, Winry, let the fuck go!"
"Not when you ask like that, mister." she responded, her voice perfectly impersonating that of a disgruntled mother. "Honestly, Ed, she is my grandma, you could, oh, I don't know, try to be a little nice to her for my sake."
"Then she can damn well be a little nice to me."
"And I suppose taking in you and your brother since you had no home and no caretakers was her being an evil old had?" Winry argued.
Ed's eyes flicked down to his boots in shame. He knew that without Pinako, he and Al would have likely died a long time ago. She was gruff, but Pinako did care for the Elric brothers in her own strange way.
"I just don't get why she has to be a bitch all the time." he grumbled.
"Because that's the side you bring out in women." Winry teased as she released Ed's ear. "Well, here it is. I can't wait to see inside."
Ed looked up and found that he and Winry were standing in front of a cherry oak door with the number '18' emblazoned in gleaming ebony on the fine polished surface. The door knob was gold plated and very ornate. Even the compartment key, which was solid gold, had floral carvings and a black silk ribbon tied to its end.
'This must be the best room on the train.' Ed thought, his hand coming up to appreciate the smooth surface of the wooden door. Even through his gloves he could feel the warmth of the wood tickle his fingertips, suspecting that there must be a heater in the room. 'Pinako must have spent a fortune on this. I really should thank her…'
"Here we go." Winry announced with giddy excitement as she twisted the key in the lock and pushed open the door. She took a quick look at Ed before stepping over the threshold, her blue eyes twinkling and ushering him to follow her.
"Where's the light?" Ed asked, seeing nothing but dark lumpy shadows.
"Here it is."
Winry flicked the wall switch on and took in her surroundings, her jaw dropping slightly.
"Wow…" she sighed. "It's…"
"Small." Ed finished, crossing the room in six strides so that he could pull the heavy velvet curtains aside and let the sun shine through the window, fully illuminating the private compartment that must have cost Pinako a small fortune but that surely wasn't even worth the cost of a basket of vegetables.
The room was about the size of a walk-in-closet. There were two bunk beds built into the wall, a threadbare carpet of indistinguishable color decorating the floor, a deflated looking cushioned chair pushed against the corner by the window, and a small, rust-spotted radiator that clunked every few minutes as it filled the room with rather unbearable dry heat.
"Let's open the window." Winry reasoned, doing her best to keep her voice cheerful.
"Winry, this room is a fucking nightmare." Ed commented, disgusted that Pinako had paid good money for such lousy accommodations. Someone at the ticket office was going to pay when they reached Rush Valley.
"Don't be so dramatic. It's not so bad. The bed linens are clean, and we get fresh dressing gowns and look!" Walking to the door that stood across from the bunk beds, Winry opened it and peeked inside. "We have our own private water-closet with shower. See, it's not so bad."
Ed looked at Winry disbelievingly and also took a peek inside of the water-closet.
"Winry, the toilet is in the fucking shower!"
"And where's the sink? How I am supposed to fucking shave if there's no fucking sink?"
"First of all, you don't have enough peach fuzz to shave, and secondly the brochure said that a porter comes to all the compartments every morning with a jug of cleaning water and warm towels. Can't you just overlook the small stuff and have a good time?!"
"Well, that's gonna be a little hard, Winry, since everything in this damn room is so damn small!"
Ed could feel his teeth grinding against each other, his body going stiff as he fought desperately to control himself. The room was small, too small. It was so small that he couldn't make enough room between himself and Winry so that they weren't touching. As it was, and as it always was whenever they got into a heated fight, the two teenagers were staring intensely at each other, their chests rubbing together as they breathed angrily. Ed could feel Winry's nipples pebble and his own responded in kind, irritated by the coarse woolen sweater that Pinako had forced him to wear. Each breath Winry took caused Ed's bangs to brush against his flushed brow, encouraging him to get a little closer, press against her a little tighter.
Ed knew what his body wanted. He could already feel the stirrings of heat and excitement collecting in his belly to gather lower and drive him out of his mind with want for Winry. It had been like this for months. Months of wanting and needing but of always, always refusing.
Pinako would kill him.
'But Pinako's not here.' a devilish voice that sounding eerily like President Shit-face reasoned in the dark corners of Ed's mind. Although Ed didn't like to think that his mind was becoming as corrupt as Mustang's, he found a way to compromise and get part of what he wanted without feeling too much like a horny teenager, which is exactly what he was.
Swooping down fast and hard, Ed kissed Winry fiercely, his hands coming around the mechanic's frame and pulling her so tightly against him that he could feel every part of her body and she could feel every part of his.
He was stiff and hard, she was soft and lush.
Tongues were soon fighting, hands were quickly roaming, caressing and grabbing and pinching at everything the other offered. Ed felt Winry's fingers smoothly trace his jaw, pinch his nipples through his sweater, tangle in his hair, and teasingly brush against his throbbing groin. Ed, in turn, gave Winry as good as she gave him, squeezing her breasts, kissing her neck, and pinching her bottom before one hand found its way to the alluring heat that made him mindless and made her moan with desperate want.
Edward Elric and Winry Rockbell were passionate.
They were young and in love and for the first time in six long months, they were alone.
Despite Pinako's warnings about wandering hands, Ed and Winry had occasionally indulged their curiosity, learning where they could touch that made the other cry our or moan, memorizing when hard pressure or teasing tickles were the best advance, kissing every inch of bare flesh that was offered to their seeking lips. It was always somehow guarded though, always through constricting clothing and nervous haste, always with the fear that someone would catch them.
But there was no one on this train to disturb them…
No one to stop them if they tried…
Ed didn't even realize that he had been moving until Winry cried out in pain against his mouth and a heavy clunk sounded throughout the small room.
"Sorry, Win." Ed whispered, kissing his girlfriend's temple. In his blind walking, Ed had backed Winry up into the bunk beds, her head thumping on the board that separated one bunk from the other.
The sudden interruption of their frenzied caresses made Ed realize a few rather important things. One, was that he had really lost himself in Winry's embrace. Two, was that he had one hand holding Winry's bottom while the other was harshly rubbing between her legs. And three, Ed had an erection so painful that he was sure the agony was worse than automail surgery.
Looking down at Winry, Ed could see that she was also coming to realize what it was they had almost done, the flush of ardor that stained her cheeks soon becoming a glowing blush of nerves. She wasn't breaking away from him, though, or asking him to step aside. In fact, the hand that wasn't cradling the bump on her head was softly fluttering down his chest, going lower and a little lower until the underside of her fingers were brushing against the bulge straining against his trousers.
Ed said a little louder than he meant, placing his arms on her shoulders and stepping back, though he only succeeded in getting an arm's length away before his back slammed into the opposite wall.
"Ed, what's wrong?" she asked, her cheeks pink and her blue eyes still twinkling with an open invitation.
"Nothing." he answered automatically, though there were a myriad of things wrong in his frantic, seventeen year old mind.
It wasn't that he never thought about making love to Winry. In truth, he thought about it far too much, even more than he thought about alchemy. However, out of respect for Pinako, and out of his deep regard for Winry and her readiness, Ed never went farther than a grope over her bra or a thrilling feel of her bare bum if he was feeling dangerous. But now, they were alone, the only barrier standing between them their own doubts and fears.
And at the moment, Ed was fearing that he might be pushing Winry into doing something she didn't want. Perhaps banging her head against the bed was a sign. Sure, he was as horny as hell, and would have to make an excuse for Winry to leave the room so he could take care of himself, but being ready to pounce on someone didn't mean it was the right thing to do. It would be better to let Winry take the lead in all of this, and so Ed removed his hands from her shoulders and crossed them over his chest as he tried to control his breathing and hope that she didn't pay attention to his all too obvious arousal.
Winry was holding her hand over her heart, looking at the ugly carpet as she regained her control before even daring to look at Ed. She looked confused, perhaps even a little unsure and hurt, but the moment was fleeting and she was soon fanning herself and sighing contentedly.
"Well, I'm hungry, and this room is stifling. Do you want to get something to eat?"
"Sure. You go to the dinning car and I'm gonna look for a porter. I just want to make sure that our trunks will be brought to the room. Don't know where we'll put them, but it's good to check all the same."
"Right. I'll see you in the dinning car, then." Winry said, stepping forward to shyly kiss Ed on the cheek before slipping out of the compartment.
Ed sagged along the wall until he was nearly crouched, his chin falling into his chest as he took deep breaths. He had to gain control of himself or he was likely to take Winry whether she wanted him to or not. Although he suspected that she wanted him just as badly, Ed had made up his mind.
This was all going to be up to Winry. If she wanted him to touch her, kiss her, make love to her, then she was going to have to make the first move. It was a resolution that gave Ed the short end of the stick, but it ensured that he didn't hurt Winry and retained his own code of honor.
Running his fingers through his hair and shooting the radiator a murderous glance when it sputtered loudly, Ed stood up and opened the door to the water-closet.
Before going to look for the luggage porter, Ed had to make his acquaintance with the toilet/shower monstrosity.
Winry quickly checked her reflection in the spoon, examining her teeth to be sure that there was nothing stuck in-between them, assuring herself that she didn't have a ghastly pimple anywhere on her face and making sure that her bangs were falling in just the right way so as to draw attention to her eyes.
'What am I doing?! I never preen like this! Even back at home I never worried about how I look.' Winry scolded in her mind as she put the spoon back on the table and looked out the window at the passing landscape. She sighed heavily and for the tenth time, looked up and down the aisle. Ed still hadn't joined her and it had been nearly twenty minutes. The waiter was starting to give her queer looks as she protested that she was waiting on an absent boyfriend.
Falling deeply into the cushioned seat, Winry stared at her empty plate, wishing she had a meal in front of her so she could do something with her hands and keep her mind from wandering. As it was, Winry's thoughts were running a marathon, and everything was going back to that single private compartment.
She hadn't wanted to stop.
If she hadn't bumped her head, Winry would have been perfectly happy to let Ed keep on going. She felt tingles as she remembered where he had touched her and how much she wanted him to continue.
After the initial mortification of Pinako's 'no-sex-under-my-roof' speech, Winry had taken her time to seriously consider how far she wanted to take her relationship with Ed. It only took her a month to come to the conclusion that she and Ed were going to be together forever or until one of them killed the other and that thought is what solidified the seventeen year old's decision to one day make love to Ed.
Respecting her grandmother's wishes, Winry never encouraged Ed too much while they were at the Rockbell home, but on this train, in that very small compartment, she and Ed were finally alone. Nothing was stopping them, and she was sure that she had been inviting, encouraging Ed to continue, but he had backed off and Winry couldn't figure out why. After all, Ed was an ordinary seventeen year old guy. He should want to have sex, badly, and especially with a willing partner.
Winry loved it when Ed touched her, and even though they still fought almost constantly, and even though he could still be a perfect asshole, when those tender, heated moments came upon him…well…Ed could be pretty unbelievably romantic and charming when he wanted to. It had to be that damn perfectionist complex of his.
Looking away from the window, Winry regarded the man who sat across from her. Immediately, she could tell that Ed was upset.
"Everyone on this train is a fucking moron." Ed grumbled. "They lost our luggage."
"They what?!" Winry cried, leaning over the table and staring intently at Ed's face.
"They left our luggage back in Resembool." Ed ground out. "I just fought with a porter, a steward and the god damn conductor for the last half hour only to find out that some jackass who claims he hasn't had any sleep in the last two days thinks he may have forgotten our trunks back in Resembool. We have no clothes until we reach Rush Valley."
"Shit." Winry groaned. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm fucking sure, Winry!" Ed screamed, earning the attention and outraged gasps from the others in the dining car.
"Don't get pissy with me, Ed! They lost my clothes, too!"
"I know that!" Ed responded, burying his head into his folded arms as he collapsed on the table. The first thought he had had after learning that the luggage was missing was that Winry would only have one pair of clothes for the next six days. That meant she would want to do things to keep them clean and odor-free, like sleep naked.
Ed groaned again.
"Quit being a baby." Winry lectured as she picked up the menu card and looked over the options. "There's nothing we can do about it so we'll just have to live with it until we get to Rush Valley. We can ask Granny to have our trunks shipped over."
"Let's stop this, Ed. As much as I love arguing with you, this train is just too small and there aren't enough hiding places where I can cool off after you've pissed me off. So, we're just going to make the best of it. Now shut-up and order something."
"Geez." Ed grumbled as he perused the menu card. "Someone's testy."
Winry clenched her fists, the feel of crinkling paper under her fingers satisfying her anger.
Of course she was testy, she was hot and bothered and it was all Ed's fault! If he would just make a move, undo a button, unhook her bra, even take off one of her socks she could jump him without any doubts as to his desires for their relationship.
"Let's just eat." she sighed.
"Sure. I'm starving."
Winry stood by the window in her private compartment, relishing in the cool breeze that caressed her face and brought her delicious relief from the unbearable stifling air that continued to spew from the clunking radiator. Winry threw the wretched piece of machinery a hateful glare, pouting like a child who hadn't got her way.
Not only was the private compartment as comfortable as a sardine can, but the train attendants had left their luggage back in Resembool, the food was cold and greasy and the damn radiator in their compartment was busted so that it did nothing but blow dry heat into their stuffy room. In fact, the only compensation that Winry could find was the fact that the shower worked and the complimentary bathrobes were soft.
However, that reminded the young woman of another problem.
She was dressed in a white furry bathrobe and absolutely nothing else and Ed was currently taking a shower and when he came out, he also would likely put on the bathrobe and nothing else.
Could the situation be anymore tempting?
Tapping her foot against the floor, Winry had already made up her mind that tonight was going to be the night. She was seventeen, she was in love and most importantly, she had thought long and hard about what she wanted and what she was ready for.
She was ready for this, and she was certain that Ed was as well.
Dinner had been a tense affair. Whenever Ed so much as looked at Winry he would blush and shovel food down his throat until he choked and made a scene, and when Winry had tried to engage him in an innocent game of footsie as they sat on the observation deck, Ed just buried his nose deeper into a newspaper and ignored her. The rest of the evening proved to be just as troublesome, with Ed avoiding any sort of touch or conversation with his girlfriend in favor of reading the same newspaper three times. Winry finally gave up and instead sought a toolbox so she might be able to tinker with the radiator and keep her mind occupied. In the end, however, she never found a toolbox and the radiator was doing nothing to soothe her hot and bothered condition.
It was so frustrating, but Winry was determined to get Ed to pay attention.
There was no way he didn't want this, he was just being too much of a gentleman, of that the young woman was sure.
Checking her reflection in the window glass, Winry made sure that her hair was ravishingly rumpled, that her eyes had a come-hither allure, and the final touch, her dressing gown was hanging off one shoulder. Listening as the shower was turned off, followed by Ed's curses about the itchy towels, Winry quickly jumped onto the bottom bunk and arranged the blankets around her in what she hoped was an inviting manner and reclined against the pillows.
She had to bite the inside of her cheek when Ed tripped out of the water-closet and landed on her bed, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist and his hair wet and draped across his shoulders.
"Shit." he grumbled before twisting around and discovering that he was facing an enticing Winry in nothing more than a bathrobe.
His jaw dropped as his gaze easily found the swell of her breasts and the beautiful bare curve of her shoulder.
"Hey." she said, her voice husky and inviting. Before Ed knew it, he was leaning close to her, one arm draped across her body and his lips puckering. "Gonna tuck me in?"
"You tease." Ed groaned before bridging the distance and kissing Winry hard and thoroughly, his tongue slipping past her lips to claim her mouth and relishing in the feel of her fingers tangling in his sodden golden hair.
Winry's heart was singing as she kissed Ed, pulling him closer to her so that his damp body was sliding along hers as they slowly descended onto the mattress.
Ed was vaguely aware that he was on top of Winry and that they were on top of a bed and that they were both very nearly naked, but the feel of her lips on his, the way her hair tickled his fingers and how her skin was warm and soft under his hands was just too much for the seventeen year old's eager brain to process.
"Oh, Ed…" Winry sighed, and that single sound was all it took.
Ed's eyes snapped open, the lust-filled haze that had clouded his brain lifted, and he looked down at Winry to find that one of his hands had slipped into her bathrobe and was teasing the pebbly peak of one breast while his lower body had come to settle in between Winry's bent and yielding legs. Her face was flushed, her breath sweet and heavy against his neck, and she was practically begging him to take her.
But that was just it.
She wasn't saying anything.
Did she know what was going to happen if they continued? Did she understand? Because if she didn't, Ed wasn't sure he could live with the guilt. It was better to walk away and have his honor and hers than it was to jump into something that Winry wasn't ready for, no matter how much Ed was.
With all of his willpower, Ed pulled himself away from the girl under him, straightened his towel and stood up. Without another word or another glance, Ed turned off the light and lifted himself up to plunk on the top bunk.
Winry lay upon her rumpled bed sheets staring at the bunk above her with incredulous blue eyes.
Did that just happen?
Did Ed just…go to bed?
Feeling her temper quickly get the better of her, Winry pinched the bridge of her nose and began to count backwards from one hundred until she convinced herself to think of what had just happened to make Ed go from hot to cold in a matter of seconds.
They had been making out heavily, as they had occasionally done in the six months they had been together. Ed had been kissing her like a skilled master and for the first time, his bare hand had touched her naked breast. She was encouraging him, kissing him back and opening her legs to cradle his body against hers, giving Ed every physical signal that he was to keep going.
But then she had said his name and then he had stopped…
Winry growled lowly in the back of her throat.
This was so infuriating!
It was obvious that both teenagers wanted to have sex with each other and being stuck in this dinky little train compartment was the perfect opportunity, so why had Ed stopped? It wasn't as if they hadn't talked about…
"Oh…" Winry whispered to herself, her fingers tapping on her bottom lip.
They hadn't talked about it, had they?
Sure, they had said they loved each other and it was painfully obvious that they wanted to always be with one another, but aside from the awkward lecture from Winry's grandmother, she and Ed had never breathed a word about sex, letting their bodies do the talking for them.
Was that all it was?
Did Ed want her permission to make love to her?
How terribly, romantically old fashioned.
Covering her mirthful chuckles by placing a pillow over her head, Winry had to calm down before she could gather her thoughts and formulate a new game plan.
So Ed wanted her to actually say the words?
Well, Winry was in the mood and her boyfriend wasn't going to know what hit him. Deciding to keep her bathrobe loose around her (it wouldn't remain on her for very long, anyway) Winry didn't try to be stealthy as she got up from her bed and heaved herself up onto Ed's bunk.
Naturally, he wasn't asleep.
"Winry, what are you…"
"Ed, are you a total idiot or have you honestly not noticed that I've been trying to seduce you all day?"
"What? You have?" Ed stuttered as he made sure that his bed sheets were keeping him properly covered. After all, he was sleeping in the nude. Suddenly, Winry's words registered in his brain. "Wait. You've been purposely driving me crazy all day with your sexy attitude and that stupid bathrobe?"
"A little slow on the signals, aren't you, Edo?" Winry teased as she hoisted herself fully onto the bed and inched herself towards him, all the while her bathrobe falling more and more around her shoulders and legs. "Much as I appreciate your nobility, Ed, I really do want you to make love to me, so you don't have to keep torturing yourself. You're torturing me, too."
"I didn't mean to." Ed swore as his arms cam up to warp around Winry and pull her closer to his chest. "I just wasn't totally sure if you were ready and I wasn't about to rush you just because I was horny. I care about you too much. Besides, if we had sex and you regretted it because you weren't ready, I don't know if I'd forgive myself."
"Oh, Ed." Winry chided as she gave him a chaste peck on the lips. "Always the self-induced guilt trip, aren't you. All you had to do was ask me and I would have told you that I was ready months ago."
"I figured I'd let you take the reigns on this one."
"Uh huh, and how many times did you have to jack-off in the bathroom as you patiently waited for me to say something?" Winry teased, a slight blush crossing her cheeks.
"You've got a dirty mind and a dirty mouth." Ed retorted, his own blush answering his girlfriend's lewd question.
"And speaking of my dirty mind…Ed, I want to be with you, right now."
Reaching forward, Winry cradled Ed's face in her palms and kissed him hungrily, taking her time, letting her need for him build up slowly.
It was as if an ember was slowly gaining power until it was a flame and soon that flame became a fire, and as Winry's hands pulled away Ed's bed sheet and his hands tugged off her bathrobe, an inferno consumed the two teenagers until they had to touch and taste and smell, and hear and see.
Ed nipped eagerly on Winry's ear, his large calloused hands curving down her spine as he whispered to her roughly.
"Are you sure, sure?"
"Ed!" Winry cried in annoyance, one of her hands slipping down his abdomen until they were wrapped around his straining and attentive member. "Shut the fuck up."
And aside from a few harsh groans, delighted sighs and savage moans, Ed didn't say a single word.
Hands and fingers found new, unexplored skin, trekking paths and staking claim on another's body for the first time. It was new and exciting and innocent and beautiful. They memorized each other with their hands, tasted the salt on their skin with teasing tongues, relished their own wonderful scent that wrapped snuggly around them, gloried in the sound of their love-making, and hungrily took in the sight of their lover as they came together.
It was awkward as first times often are, and there were a few times they had to stop and rethink a few small matters, like the fact that the protesting groaning of the upper bunk made them reconsider and move to the bottom bunk, or when Ed had to quickly rummage through his pockets to find a condom. Sometimes Ed squeezed too hard or Winry tugged too sharply, and that first breeching thrust was enough to nearly ruin the mood and make Ed want to give up on the whole endeavor, but Winry held him close, her legs coming up to wrap around his hips and keep him snuggly tucked inside of her.
"We started this and we are going to finish this and it is going to be beautiful. You just need to give me a moment and quit being a god damn martyr all the time." Winry had scolded.
Ed went rigid and almost yelled back at her that lecturing him on his guilt complex when they were having sex was not the best way to coax him to keep going, when she suddenly shifted beneath him and a jolt of electricity shot through his body and instinctively urged him to answer back with a barely controlled thrust.
It wasn't long before Ed and Winry creating a rhythm of their own. He pushed, she pulled, he retreated and she followed and before long, Ed was crying out, gripping Winry's thighs so tightly she knew there would be bruises in a few hours. He called out her name and collapsed on top of her, breathing harshly and kissing her neck as he told her he loved her over and over.
While Winry had not climaxed with Ed, he knew of a few ways to get her over that edge, and before very long, Winry was crying out for Ed into the hot, dark train compartment.
"Wow, Ed." Winry sighed as she curled her back against his chest, relishing in the sweet sticky feel of their sweat slickened skin rubbing together. "Where did you learn to do that finger thing?"
"Read some books." he answered simply before kissing her shoulder.
"And all this time I thought you were reading alchemy manuals." Winry joked. She was starting to feel her eyelids get heavy, the release of having finally made love with Ed settling over her.
"Pinako's going to kill me." Ed groaned, kissing her shoulder again, his voice thick and tired.
Winry took Ed's hand that was cradled under her neck and brought the fingers up to lips to plant a kiss upon his knuckles.
"We need our own place anyway. Now, can we not talk about my grandmother when we're naked in bed. It's kinda ruining the mood."
Ed stilled behind Winry as he considered her words and quickly agreed that he had better direct his thoughts to the saited naked woman in his arms and not her prickly old grandma.
"I think it's a good thing we did this." Winry whispered as sleep began to take her. "Now you won't be as cranky."
"I wasn't cranky, I was horny." Ed corrected.
"Being horny made you cranky. I finally have a way to improve your mood."
"Funny, very funny." Ed commented around a yawn.
"Besides, we need to find a way to conserve our clothing until we get to Rush Valley, and really, staying naked as much as possible is the best way to assure that our clothes don't stink too much over the next six days." Winry teased.
"Insatable woman." Ed groaned. "Let me get some sleep before we do that again."
He was very tired.
"Hey, Ed? What's gonna happen now?"
"Don't know." Ed answered honestly as he rested his chin against Winry's shoulder. "Don't care, really. As long as we're together…"
"No more leaving?" Winry asked, her voice sounding far away.
"Even if I go, I'll just take you with me. I promise."
And with those last words, Winry Rockbell and Edward Elric fell asleep wrapped around each other.
So that's the last chapter.
As far as the sex scene went, I tried to be as tasteful as possible and I think that it came across. I hope with all of my heart that you enjoyed this final chapter.
Reveiws are welcomed and greatly appreciated. No flames, please and thank you.