Edwin Smut Week- Day 4 Public (3700 words)

Fantasy Café- "Someone is feeling frisky tonight"

"See Ed, this convention hasn't been so bad right?"

Ed looks at his wife and sighs, "It's only day 1 Win, the jury is still out…"

Rush Valley, the home and hub of automail in Amestris, was holding their very first convention to show case or rather show off the metallic appendages with a plethora of devices and Engineers from all over participating. But the beautiful part to all of this, that had Winry most intrigued, is the explosion of new metals and specialized designs. It seems that without the warring and the sense of peace that has descended over their country as well as surrounding ally nations, has given way to a renaissance of sorts. For too long, automail focused on two main areas, simply providing a replacement limb or weaponization and while different areas had already learned to adapt their automail's, such as the Northern regions cold weather metals, now others were following suit.

The Ishvalians had created a metal now being used for automail that did not heat up as quickly in desert climates, making it not only more bearable for their own countrymen, but for anyone travelling through the Eastern Desert. Xinganese engineers had developed a form of automail, sleeker with concealed armaments as well as a dark, water-resistant alloy to guard against rusting. Even for medical purposes, hands and arms that had tools built in were great for doctors or other medical practitioners that had lost their limbs for whatever reason, and the very new field of internal automail that may one day replace certain damaged organs.

By the second day of the event, Winry, along with her model slash husband Ed, had been swamped with former clients as well as new ones seeking her newest hybrid designs. It had been thanks in part to their connections with both the emperor of Xing, Ling Yao, and Miles on the Ishvalian side that gave her access to the newest developments before other engineers around Amestris for the Rockbell-Elric brand to come into its own.

Unfortunately, not all the attention around their booth was based on a love of automail but a more carnal response to the handsome man gracing it, and one that was still too naïve to realize it. In the few years since that Promised Day, Edward had developed into a tall, well developed young man, and along with his unusual eye color, a very attractive one that Winry found herself having to fight off jealous women from time to time. She had hoped that after they were married, it would get easier, a ring on his finger making it plain as day that he was off-limits, but it didn't keep them all at bay. And frustratingly for Winry, Edward stayed oblivious to the women throwing come-hither gazes his way, along with death glares at her throughout the convention.

That afternoon, Ling and Lan Yao dropped by the Rockbell-Elric booth to see their old friends, and while the two men chatted near the front, the two women sat down to catch up on lost time. Lan updated Winry on how Al was doing with the Alkahestry, how Mei and he were growing a lot closer than either wanted to admit, chuckling at how adorable they looked as a couple.

Winry sighs, "It would be nice to visit one day, get away from Amestris for a vacation but I've been so busy with orders and Roy's been driving Ed crazy with projects, sometimes he's gone up to a week at a time."

"Do you ever worry," Lan Fan glances at the pair of women now standing in front of the booth clearly trying to flirt with their guys, "when he's not around what he's up to?"

"No, if there's one thing I don't worry about it's that." Winry also looks up to toss a heated stare at the woman seizing up her husband. "Just look at him, he has no clue that woman is trying to flirt with him."

Lan chuckles, "Well that's a good thing, right?"

"Yeah, but it's irritating because if he could realize they are doing it, he could turn them away, right now he looks like he's humoring them, and then I have to step in to make them go away. Most of the time, once they see me they leave quietly, but there's been a few times it's gotten heated. What about you and Ling?"

"It's a little harder dealing with Ling," she sighs, "I know he'd never been unfaithful but… he also likes the attention, which I guess as the King is typical but as you said, it can be frustrating."

"Men," Winry laughs and shrugs her shoulders, "What are we gonna do with them…"

As the second day comes to an end, Ling and Lan insist the Elrics join them for dinner at the house they've rented for their stay, so after closing-up the booth, the two couples climb into a chauffeured vehicle, hired by the Yao's and head off. The location was on the outskirts of the city and as they pulled up to it, the Elric's were not surprised to see a stately home; it was the temporary abode of royals. Cooks, brought with the King and Queen were busily preparing dinner, while other staff served appetizers in a side room until the meal was ready. Delicacies of Xing were shared to the delight of the Elrics who had not partaken in such food and drinks since their honeymoon 2 years earlier.

After what could only be described as a feast had left their bellies stuffed to the gills, Lan brought out gifts they had for their friends.

"Tomorrow there is a dinner party for the engineers and guests at the Atomic 626 club and we," Lan looks at his wife sharing a smile, then back to Ed and Winry, "thought you two might appreciate something special to wear," winking, "courtesy of Xing."

Edward holds up the top first, which frankly to the stupefied man was more like a vest that cut off at the shoulder or a shirt missing its sleeves. It was a nice red top with beautiful embroidery and knot buttons, and along with the black silk trousers was quite stylish and classy but something he never would have bought on his own. Pointing at the arm area, "Is it supposed to look like this?"

"What do you mean?" Ling queries, "it's hot in this area so I thought you'd prefer the open arm style over long sleeves."

"Well I think you'll look handsome in it Ed," his wife smiles at him as he simply raises a brow and puts the garments back in it's box. "Don't worry," she turns to her friends, "he's just shy to new things."

Now, Winry stands and holds up the beautiful red Xinganese dress Lan hands her against her body. The elegant cheongsam of silk/cotton blend which design matched her husbands, was an open shouldered, halter design with knot button closures running the length of the front, and a high slit on both sides of the mid-thigh length skirt. Squealing in excitement at the exotic dress that was sure to turn heads, and based on Ed's slightly parted mouth, he was no doubt picturing it on her right now. She grins, "Do I even need to ask if you like it?"

Composing himself, "You are not wearing that," Ed states flatly.

"Excuse me?" Winry's eye brow twitches, "It's such a stunning dress and I'm gonna look damn good in it!"

"That's the problem! I am not gonna spend the night fighting off guys!"

Her hands clench at her sides momentarily, and just as Ling is about to say something she raises a hand to halt him. Exhale, "I have to put up with women throwing themselves at your feet, while you seem completely ignorant of their wishes, and yet when the tables are turned you don't want to deal with it?! I am wearing the dress, you are wearing that outfit tomorrow, end of discussion!"

"Guys we didn't mean to spark a fight…"

"Don't worry Lan," Winry smiles at her friend, "I love this dress and I'm gonna wear it," glaring at Ed, "whether he likes it or not..."

Needless to say, day three of the convention held a bit of tension between the Elrics with neither of them willing to budge on their stances, though Winry had to note how Ed seemed more aware of the women trying to get his attention and actually brushed them off. Well, if it wasn't for small favors, at least something good came from that argument. As planned, Ling and Lan picked them up from their hotel and the two couples make their way to the club.

The mayor of Rush Valley had booked the Atomic 626 Restaurant and Nightclub to put on a dinner and dancing gala to thank all the participants of the convention, and as the two couples walk in, hand in hand, they are amazed by the beautifully decor of this gala; the mayor had spared no expense to impress.

Winry, "This is an interesting theme for a club."

Ling, "It appears to be a marriage of alchemy and automail."

"Look," Edward points excitedly at a menu, "even the drinks are named after the periodic table! That's pretty cool."

Once the mayor had made his congratulatory and appreciation speech for a successful convention, the buffet dinner commences with drinks on the house. The four friends chat as they ate, polishing off drinks and laughing about the 'old days' as if it really had been so long ago. On the surface all was going well aside from the looks and stares that the exotically dressed pairs were receiving. No one dared to bother a King or Queen but trips by either of the Elrics to the bar was starting to grate on the nerves, whether it was Ed being approached by women or Winry by men, after a couple of times, Ling demanded a wait staff member to serve them just to keep the peace between their friends.

"How about dancing," Lan suggests, "why don't we all get up and dance?"

"Good idea," Winry, feeling a little more than buzzed by this point with alcohol, grabs Ed by the hand, "let's go dancing!"

Edward stands up, laughing at his giddy wife and allowing her to tug him towards the dance floor. Despite the rocky parts of this trip and the tension of the last 24, he was genuinely happy to see her in a better mood. So many eyes followed the handsome couple as they made their way to the center of the crowd. "You really are a beauty tonight," Edwards leans in close, his heady low whisper full of pride and tinge of jealousy.

"Oh, stop," Winry blushes and buries her face into his chest.

His arms wrap low around her waist, hands resting at the small of her back, while losing himself in the measured rhythms of the descant. "I'm the luckiest guy in the room right now," chuckling sweetly, "if you count all the glares I'm getting right now."

And with that Winry raises her head, tilting it as she stares into his golden hues. "Well all the dirty looks I'm getting could set my dress on fire," weaving her hands from his shoulders to his clasp around his neck, "it's quite…" pausing to level a heated gaze at another woman, "irritating."

"Just look at me," Edward turns her chin back to face his, "never mind all the others."

"I know," sigh, a smile returning, "I know you only have eyes for me."

"Damn right!"

They stay on the floor, dancing along with their friends, through quick tempo's and slower melodies, laughing and cavorting, and forgetting the watchful eyes surrounding them. But eventually, all those drinks catch up and Winry must excuse herself to the restroom. Lan follows for the same reason and both men decide to head back to their table while they wait.

Fresh and still feeling the high of the evening, Winry and Lan return, but when they reach their table, what Winry see's quickly changes the atmosphere. "I can't believe it!" Her fists clench at her sides for sitting next to Ed is a woman doing her best to seduce her husband! Hand on his chest and shoulder while he is trying to remove it, clearly irritated that she's touching him. She knows he'd never strike out at a woman, but this was serious about taking not taking no for an answer.

Winry yanks the woman out of the seat, "Excuse me, what they hell do you think you're doing with my husband?!"

"I don't need to answer to you," slurred speech, indicating this woman had one too many courage elixirs.

"I suggest you leave now before something bad happens," narrowing her eyes at the hussy, "cause if you try anything again you'll regret it."

"Like this?" the woman dares to make a grab for Ed's arm.

"I warned you." Before anyone could react, Winry cocks back her hand, balls it into a fist and swings, landing a punch square to the woman's face.

"Winry!" Edward bear hugs his wife as she pulls back for a second hit while the woman screams and clutches her face. "Stop it!"

"I'm sick of all these stupid women!" she screams, fighting against his hold, "she had it coming!"

Lan and Ling immediately begin damage control as patrons, the manager, and even the mayor start to come over to see what is going on. They tell Ed to take Winry somewhere to calm down and the manager points out a second-floor landing not being used. So, while he drags his wife away, the others deal with the woman and take her out to have her face looked at.

Once away from the other guests in a fairly secluded, and darkened part of the nightclub, Edward finally let's go of Winry's wrist and prompts her to sit in an empty booth. Angry tears are still trickling down her face and fists are clenched tightly in her lap. "You didn't have to hit her Winry," Ed runs a hand down his face then kneels in front of his wife. "She was drunk."

"I gave her fair warning," gritting her teeth, "you can't fault me for being so fed up after everything these last few days."

She braced herself from an angry response by Ed so when he starts to laugh, Winry can only look at him confused. "That you did. I should be mad, but it was kind of arousing to watch you hit her. I mean, one of the reasons I married you is because you're so damn feisty."

Winry blinks, still utterly shocked that he wasn't yelling at her or picking another fight, and she was still silent as Ed walked over to the balcony to see if the commotion had cleared. Was he really not upset? Even crazier, he said it was arousing, as in it turned him on? She stands up, walking over to wrap her arms around his waist and leaving her face against his back. "I'm sorry I let my jealousy get the better of me."

"Don't be," turning in her arms and tipping her chin up to place chaste kisses along her jaw.

"Someone," groaning as his lips trail up and down her neckline, "is feeling frisky tonight."

"That's all your fault. First you wear this sexy fucking dress," nibbling her ears, "then you go and turn warrior Princess…"

"You wishing I was out of this dress?" Winry teases.

"Don't tempt me," he growls back.

"Oh, but I insist." Pushing him back gently, "maybe not all the way off," gesturing to the slit area near her thigh, "but do you notice something missing?"

The room is almost pitch black except for the roving dance lights that illuminate it every few minutes. He squints, and it takes a few seconds of disbelieving to see the slit goes all the way to her hip. Double take, how'd he miss that feature?! "You naughty girl!"

Winry giggles, taking steps backward towards the booth they were just near, beckoning with her finger to follow and like the love-sick puppy, he does. She hikes the skirt all the way up and sits on the table edge, thank goodness it was bolted to the floor because she didn't think to test it first. Edwards swoops in, capturing her lips in a passion laden kiss, and palming at her breasts through the silken fabric. He growls at the contact, she's not wearing a bra either!

While he focuses on her, she works at the belt and unfastens his pants to get at what she desires, releasing said appendage from its fabric prison. She strokes the growing cock, massaging it, thumbing the sensitive areas just under the head. Winry wraps her legs around his thighs and butt, pulling him closer, "If I'm such a naughty girl why not punish me," squeezing the shaft a little, and brushing her lips against his before nipping the bottom, "hmm?"

"You'd like that," leaning next to her ear in a whisper, "wouldn't you?"

She nods, pressing his head against her pussy and raising her legs up over his chest. Edward grabs her hips to pull her to him and snaps his pelvis forward at the same time, ramming straight in. Winry squeaks from the harsh blow but is given no time to recover when he splits her legs into a 'V' and thrusts again, this time reaching even deeper than the last; damn she felt that all the way in her gut! And a slew of swearing gibberish babbles from her lips.

"What was that?" he muses, "had enough punishment?"

"No," half laughing, "but if you do that again you might pierce something, and I'll become infertile."

He laughs too, knowing that was improbable, but to spare her, shifts her legs to hang over his arms instead. With a firm grasp of her waist, and her ankles partially clenched to his body, Ed carries on with his onslaught, driving into his wife with measured lengths as the friction on both their body parts heats up exponentially.

"Y-You know…" she pants, moans, "what if someone comes looking for us?"

"Oh well for them. They'll get a show."

"I'm serious."

"And I'm not stopping," bucking harder.

Not that Winry wanted him to when she was so close to losing her mind and body to the orgasms her husband was about to pull out of her. Maybe it was the excitement of doing something so private in an area they could get caught, or could it be from the adrenaline and alcohol flowing through her veins that seemed to heighten this experience. But as her back began to arch and her walls constrict, even Ed could feel the rising build up bubbling just beneath the surface waiting to be unleashed.

He raises her pelvis slightly arcing the curve of his thrusts and abrading just the right area around her entrance to light the fuse…

"Shhi…" Winry bites down on the side of her hand, shaking her head from side to side to stifle the staccato scream, her other hand flailing behind, around, grasping at the smooth surface she lays on while aftershocks continue to surge. Ed struggles to keep her from twisting away, plants his feet, and grips to her hips tighter uncaring if it leaves a bruise. It's all he can do when he's about to lose his own control.

A whining grunt and Edward unloads with a final jut of his hips. The pressure that had built to this moment release in beats, sending his mini army on their new capture mission where this time one may succeed when so many others had not. He let's go over her hips, placing his palms on the table on her sides, panting heavily, and unwilling to move any further, eyes closed while his breathing evened out.

Winry reaches up and caresses her husband's face, his eyes opening to see her smile. Chuckle, "do you need another drink now?"

Grin, "I need another shower," laughing. He pulls away slowly, "or at least a towel right now."

All of a sudden, a clean wash rag hits him in the back of the head, and Ling's voice trailing behind it. "You're welcome!"

"Fucking Ling!" Edward kneels to pick it up, "He's never gonna let me live this down."

"Oh, leave him alone," Winry sits up, "just clean yourself up so I can too, and then we can get back to the party."

"Tch." But Edward proceeds to wipe off his dick and thighs, before passing it to his wife who cleans up as well and hands it back to him. "What am I supposed to do with this?" holding it up.

Winry, who is now standing and fixing her dress looks up, "throw it away." She walks over to straighten his pants and smooth out the fabric, "there was a trash can at the base of the stairs." Now come on, "holding out her hand, "let's go back downstairs."

He takes her hand but stops to fix some loose strands around her face. "That bun is a bit disheveled, maybe you should just let it out."

"You think so," reaching up to touch it and feeling the parts that were messed up, "hmm, maybe you're right." She lets go of his hand and pulls out the clips holding it in place as Edward moves around her and starts to run his fingers through her hair, smoothing and unknotting a few spots. "Thanks," turning to face him "Does it look okay now?"

"I'm biased cause you'll always be beautiful to me."

"Dork," she punches his shoulder, but her face is glowing.

"No, I'm a nerd, you're the dork, get it right."

"Ooh!" about to take another swing, Edward grabs her, pulling her to his chest in an embrace. "Omph!"

Edward chuckles, and leans his head besides hers, "You are so lucky I am a glutton for your punishment Winry."