The Rough and The Smooth
Disclaimer: I do not, and never will, own Fullmetal Alchemist and the characters within.
Alphonse Elric is smooth. His new flesh is warm and pale under the small hands that run lightly over his back. Winry loves the sleek lines of Al as they lay side by side on their bed. He is perfect in her eyes and she loves the look in his eyes every time he sees her.
She smiles into his hazel eyes as her fingers walk across his ribs and she smiles as it makes him twitch and laugh softly. When her hand flattens against his chest she feels him quiver and she feels his heart beat and it is the best thing she has ever felt.
Winry Rockbell is smooth. Al never knew how soft and warm living flesh could be until he lay against her. Her arms and heat surround him and he can feel the blood pulsing through her as his fingers trace around her throat. His lips track the path of his fingers and he inhales deeply of her scent. When his fingers tangle in her hair, he knows he never wants to leave here.
Al always smiles at Winry's touch and always touches her in return. He needs to feel her, he needs to reaffirm the humanity that is his once again.
Edward Elric is rough. His skin is tanned and scarred and the long pale fingers that run up his spine always explores every last one of them. Roy loves the textures of Ed's body. As they roll over on their large bed Roy bites at Ed's shoulder and adds his temporary claim to Ed's flesh. Roy always leaves a mark on Edward somewhere. He needs to know that his golden eyed lover is really his.
His dark eye gleams as his mouth traces the scars around the automail and fingers tease the scar at his side. Ed never hides his scars from Roy. Roy has taken the shame from each one. When Ed cries out beneath him, he knows perfection can be found among the sinners.
Roy Mustang is rough. His pale body is littered with scars so old they are merely thin white lines now. Ed had to look hard to find them and when he did, he drove Roy mad with his kissing of each one. Cold steel fingers have warmed themselves on every scar he has. His left shoulder, where the long lines still ache on cold nights, has been burnt by the touch of metal. Roy leaves the patch on the table as they tussle because Ed has no patience with secrets of that kind. Not here, not between them.
Edward always curls up against Roy afterwards and always throws his left arm across him to keep him there. He spent too long without him to lose him now. Roy is his.
Roy has deeper scars, as does Edward. Sometimes their voices are rough and broken in nightmares. Neither lingers on those, they are merely an excuse to cling tighter to each other.
Author's Note: Just a thought I had this Sunday morning.
silken :)