It started with a whisper.
He leaned in so close his lips brushed the delicate skin of her ear. When he spoke, the small puff of air blew strands of her hair forward and created a shiver that rand through her like electricity.
It would be crazy to try it on this crowded train. But it was their honeymoon after all…
She had changed from a wedding dress to a short white travelling dress suit with a purple silk scarf her grandmother had worn when she was a young woman. Edward had only taken his tie off. He was a little drunk after the ceremony and it seemed as if changing clothes would have been too difficult. He merely threw on his overcoat, ripped off his tie, and they had left the ceremony for the train station in a rush trying not to be late.
The party was still glowing behind his eyes. He leaned in to suggest a trip to the train car's wash room. Winry knew what he meant by the suggestion.
She had to admit, she also felt the effects of the plentiful champagne she had drunk at her own wedding reception. There was little time to eat, or even little time spent with Edward, as there were so many guests pulling her from one end of the town hall to the other. Now, they sat close together on a flat wooden bench on the train to Creta. It was crowded, for a night train, and having his legs pressed up tight against her, and his mouth on her ear, sent pangs of ice through her blood and her feet felt tingly.
"Alright." She finally breathed, feeling the thrill of youth and adventure.
Edward had travelled a lot in his youth. He was good at navigating a long train car. He held her hand as they piled through the lines of people in the aisles, abandoning their much sought after seats. Winry felt a jolt of happiness as she looked down to see their hands connected together. On his ring finger she could see the shiny gleam of his newly acquired wedding ring.
It was one of many marks on him that she could claim.
That. And that perfect, balanced, nearly undetectable metal leg.
The wash room was occupied. Winry bit her lip in anticipation and leaned a moment against the wall of the corridor. The train shook violently, and she began to wonder how they would manage it standing up in there.
After 5 minutes, Edward became inpatient and began packing the corridor. "I don't think they're coming out. Let's find someplace else."
"Someplace else?" Winry choked. "Where else on this train?"
"There's always a service closet." He grinned and winked at her, grabbed her hand, and headed back the direction they came.
They travelled to the very front of the train to the first car of passengers. At times, Edward had to shove their way through.
"God Damn these holiday tourists" He cursed once they reached the doorway to what Winry had assumed, was the conductor's car. "We gotta try to open the door without anyone noticing."
Like two children trying to cover up a crime, they leaned against the door and looked anywhere but at each other. There were at least sixty passengers on the train, and passing through an "Employees Only." Door would probably attract someone's attention. Winry was thinking of abandoning the whole affair and waiting until the morning, when they finally would arrive at the hotel in Creta, but glancing down at her recently acquired husband, she noticed that his erection was extremely noticeable, tent-like, shooting out and poking freely from the shadows of his overcoat. He was suffering.
She couldn't have that.
She saw an exposed wire from the corner of her eye in the corner, peeping out of a small whole at the bottom of the circuit breaker for the car. Without stopping to think, she reached out and yanked the wire, hoping no one saw her sudden movement.
That's all it took – the lights going out.
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They would only have a few minutes. It turned out the car they passed into was not the conductor's but a huge storage car that held emergency rations, equipment, and a few spare uniforms for train staff. It showed how much Edward had travelled that he seemed familiar with this car's existence.
As they quietly passed through the doorway in darkness, Edward roughly dislodged his coat from his arms and tossed aside to the floor. Winry faintly heard the subtle sound of a zipper being pulled down before she felt (she couldn't see in the non-light) her husband's body press her against the wall of the car. The train shook even worse up here, and it felt as if she was being on a ship lost at sea. She clung to Edward's neck and raised her legs to circle his waist. This was now a very familiar dance, but it was their first as a married couple.
He kissed her feverishly, and his tongue encircled hers with purpose. His hands wandered her body, up her waists and across her breasts. He pulled her scarf off her neck and jammed it in his pockets. Replacing the silk with his tongue, he lapped up her scent and moaned against her. She rubbed his scalp and breathed heavily.
"Edward" she whispered to the darkness…
He grunted in reply, too far gone to speak. Her clawed for her underwear underneath her dress, pushed the silk bridal clothes aside, and thrusted himself into her depths.
The car wall was hard and unmoving against her back, but slick enough that allowed Winry to slide up and down and absorb the shock of each thrust of his hips against hers. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she dug her finger nails into his shoulders as she felt her insides wind up in those beginning signs of orgasm.
Her fingers grouped further and noticed that Ed's neck was covered in sweat. Perhaps the alcohol, the dancing, and the attempt to contain himself on the train was tiring him out – she didn't know, but he seemed in an awful hurry. He moaned and groaned as she clamped onto his member. She tried to swivel her hips but the angle made it difficult.
"Ohhh, oh, Winry – that feels so good." He grunted against her skin and kissed her quickly. He grabbed onto the padding of her ass and drpped them down to his knees and then pushed Winry down onto the dirty floor. Any other time she would have been upset to soil her white dress – but the tingle of sex and the disorientation of darkness and drunkenness prevented her from saying much now.
She resumed her leg grip on his hips and started to yelp with every thrust he pounded into her. His grunts where becoming more high pitched, a sign that he was close. She arched into him, and took her hands and slapped him to his moving ass, encouraging him to go faster.
It ended with a whisper. He sprung forward in one final, resolute thrust and his mouth hit her ear roughly. He let out a whimpered "Ah! Yes!" and collapsed his whole body on top of hers.
She couldn't help but giggle. He was utterly spent. Their marriage was consummated.
She wrapped her arms around him and brushed her chin against the top of his sweaty head. She could never express just how much this evening had meant to her. From walking down the aisle, pulled forward by his golden eyes beaming at her with pure pride and awe, to seeing her grandmother's tears as she looked out to face her wedding guests, to hearing the town mayor announce "I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Edward Elric," and to their first bite of wedding cake which Winry had jammed menacingly down Edward's throat, smearing white coconut icing all over his face -The guests, especially his old military friends, really seemed to enjoy that, all of this had been a kind of crescendo of happiness that now was exploding out of her chest.
She never wanted to let go of him. Ever.
After a few moments, the lull and rock of the train car, and the warmth generated by their embrace, caused her to feel unusually sleepy. She felt dreams tugging at her eyes and slightly turning her neck, she saw that Edward, had in fact, fallen asleep as he lay on top of her. He really must have been exhausted by the day's events.
They could have stayed like that, but an alarming thump of footsteps near the car door alerted Winry to their peril. They had to get out of their before they were discovered.
It turned out that Winry had not just severed the lights to the one car compartment they were travelling in, but had extinguished the lights for the entire train. The staff could not figure out what the electric malfunction was caused by, but it was severe enough they had to stop the train at the next town's station and delay the trip until the next morning after an electrician had repaired the damage. Keeping inexplicably quiet, the married couple let the train staff lead them, and the rest of the passengers to the closest hotel for them to sleep that night as they waited for their new departure.
Winry felt guilt at first, but in reality, this small hitch allowed her and Edward to finally crawl into a bed much earlier than previously scheduled. They were dead tired, and after all they had been through, some undisturbed sleep was in order, before they arrived and continued their wild honeymoon ride to Creta. They were both asleep the minute their heads hit the pillow.
Husband and Wife.