Disclaimers: Don't own FMA.

A/N: Winry's POV. (Sorry for the delay. Any typos, please excuse. Also: at the end of this, there is a cut-off. It's supposed to carry over to the next chapter, with her POV kind of trailing off with Edward's identically. Got it? Okay, hope so.)

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Experimentation

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See, I'm not stupid. I read the books on the way home, careful not to let the darkening sky and the increase in wind to let the pages blow, or to let anyone see what was on the pages in my hands. It made me more excited, reading about it, knowing what to do, wondering if he did too. It turned me on more, thinking of him doing those things to me. When I read it to him on the bed, I felt a little accomplished that I had already read all of it.

But something inside me – my pride, probably – quivered angrily when he rolled on top of me and I deepened our kissing. I ran my hands up and down his back, then curled my fingers tightly on the light gray cotton near his shoulder blades. My heart was racing, with anxiety and desire and embarrassment, and I arched my back, wanting to know what it would feel like if he was pressed further against my body.

I felt my face heat up worse, heard myself squeak into his mouth as his hands ran up and down my sides, then found their way to my neck and hair, his fingers smoothing and swirling on my scalp and sending shivers down my spine excitedly. I couldn't tell whose heart was pounding, or if it was both of ours in turn; my torso was almost vibrating with the force of them.

When I arched my back again, his crotch pressed hard into mine and I felt him bulging between my legs through his jeans. After a few seconds of startled staring, my lips open on his, panting already, brows furrowed in a sensation I couldn't decide, apprehension or utter pleasure, I realized that my skirt had been pushed up and that I could feel his hard-on so clearly because it was directly on my panties. Thank you thin cotton and elastic waist.

I arched my back further. My stomach fluttered as his cock, separated from my crotch only with cotton and denim, prodded deeper at me. I guess he realized that I couldn't kiss him because I was breathing too hard, so he jerked off my mouth and started to go to work on my neck, making my entire body shudder. Something else fluttered – something between my legs, somewhere near where I felt funny all the time. I tilted my head back and to the side, his lips moving wet and warm and fast up all over my skin and behind my ear, his breath steady and hot. My eyes slowly started to close and I bit into my lip to stifle a delighted cry.

My hands clenched and unclenched on his back, fingers tightening and loosening like a cat's paws. I was already squirming and for a moment I thought, This is about to feel so much better, I need to slow down and stop getting ahead of myself, but it was tiny and almost inaudible in the back of my mind. When my voice cracked in my sharp inhalation, Edward lifted his head and stared at me with lowered lashes, his eyes on fire and his lips parted, his chest barely starting to heave against mine. His hands moved away from my face as I slowly turned my gaze up to lock on his and we just gawked at each other for a moment as his fingers made their way down, down my chest (stomach flutter), down my stomach (heart flutter), and onto my bare thighs (crotch flutter).

His fingers curled smoothly onto my thighs and he pushed them a little, frowning at me with an almost worried expression. For a split second I felt like the inferior little girl, ignorant and inexperienced, and he the teacher, superior and completely knowledgeable, and then it was gone as my own version of Elric virtues, pride and anger and stubbornness, took over and smashed the thought. I bucked my hips into his hands and his firm gaze faltered with momentary disquiet. I smiled up at him as best as I could, saying silently That's what you get you bastard, you're not the only one who knows what to do, so just do it. Go on. My smile disappeared quickly, though, as his mouth attached onto mine again, and he whispered softly against my lips, "So…let's go."

He sounded so chaste and hot at the same time it made me smile again, this time with a lustful challenge in it. Edward peered down at a moment, silent, looking confused and kind of cute, and then he started to kiss me again, ravenously. His hands traveled up to my crotch and then I decided to be just as governing; I don't know what happened to my embarrassment and shy yearning, but it changed abruptly into pure crave, cold and sweet.

He was wearing a gray T-shirt with turquoise, short sleeves, and faded blue-gray denim jeans with holes in the knees. His hair was messy as always because he never brushed it either way, it was "just fine", in his words – "just fine" being short, blonde, and shaggy – and the strands were mixing with mine to make two heads and one amount of golden hair. My hands reached his belt-loops and I stared straight at him, his eyes finding a way to seem to recoil from mine, but then bore into them with such ferocity that it made me want to tremble (I tensed my muscles to keep from doing just that), without his body even moving an inch other than his heavy breath. His brows furrowed gently. My fingertips dusted up into his shirt and across his stomach, and when he sucked in sharply I remembered his bruise.

And at the same moment I noticed his lip and cheek and realized I had completely forgotten about his black and blue reminiscent. I grinned sheepishly and kissed him quickly, soundlessly. "Don't you hurt?" I whispered on his mouth and he shook his head, never once taking his eyes from mine.

"No. I'm fine."

"Okay," I breathed slowly, closing my eyes and rolling my head to the side, my back arching again as my hands found the button and fly of his jeans. I felt him tense, felt his gasp, and when I looked back at him with my hands in his pants and curling around the lump in his boxers, he was staring at me with such a flustered expression that I had to grin again.

"You're so cute," I murmured.

Edward grunted abruptly, raspily, and then narrowed his eyes; he still looked awkward though, and for a few moments I felt more in love than horny.

"No I'm not," he barked. I pressed a finger to his lips to shush him.

Then I slid my fingers into the fly of his boxers and let my nails graze the hot skin and stiffness that they found. He drew in a sharp breath through his nose and pressed his face into my neck, kissing it hungrily again, his own hands prying into the waist of my panties. I pressed my lips together tightly, closing my eyes and turning my head against his, smashing my face against his cheek. That area in my crotch kept fluttering, faster and tighter now; with my fingertips smoothing up and down his cock and his own hands crawling more and more into my own privacy, I wanted to scream already.

Somehow we both shared a reciprocal thought without even knowing it. At the same moment I pulled his cock out of the fly of his boxers, he yanked my panties down. Surprised, we both stared at each other with wide eyes, and I felt my face burning a bright cherry red. His lips quirked up a little in a tiny smile and that word passed through my mind again. With brothers. And sisters. And the whole damn family reunion.

CUTECUTECUTECUTECUTEILOVEHIMCUTECUTECUTEOHGODJUSTFUCKMEEDCUTEHOTCUTESEXYGODMAKETHISGOOD

I buried my face into his neck and started to take shallow breaths. He pressed his lips to my forehead and smoothed his fingers along the bareness of my vagina. I knew what was coming. And somehow he knew what was coming too. We both knew. We both wanted to. We were both wondering what was supposed to happen first. I knew with a slight smile that he was freaking out over what exactly he was supposed to do before doing it initially to make it really good, so I turned my head up, sighing gently into his ear.

"Just do it," I told him. It felt like he jumped. Then he nodded and kissed me sloppily, excitedly, hungrily, and softly, his finger sliding into the slit of my pussy. The air that was escaping in between his crotch and mine made me shiver and I clutched onto him, starting to breathe even harsher, losing my own authority and letting him take over. My timidity was back with a flourish, but the untainted feeling of hunger was still there, wrestling for power with my coyness.

He leaned in to my ear and his breath made me feel really weird down there, with the tip of his dick brushing against my skin and his fingers slinking around in the areas where only I was allowed just hours before. His digits slid deeper down into my crotch and when he found my entrance, I gasped.

"I'm sorry," he whispered gently in my ear. "I'm sorry, it might hurt."

"I know," I said back, and it sounded snappy and I immediately regretted it, so I said it again, softer, against his cheek; "I know, Ed. Don't worry."

Edward looked at me a minute, then hid his face in the nape of my neck. I positioned my eyes on the ceiling, more nervous than ever now, so nervous I suddenly felt nauseous, when I felt him slide into me, making me feel almost swollen; making me feel a slight twinge of pain, before it dissipated and I wanted to scream, already, again. I bit the inside of my lip and turned my head to the side, smashing my face on his again, concentrating on the feel of his kisses on my neck, hasty and anxious and apologetic, his breath choppy. Our hearts were pounding in tune again. He pushed so far into me that I didn't know it was possible; the fucking book hadn't said anything about the pleasure, just the goddamn risks.

A muscle quivered somewhere and I tried to stifle my groan into his shoulder. He grunted, startled, his voice squeaking horribly. I couldn't control myself anymore. I couldn't. It felt too good, too fresh, too right, too awesome.

My hips rolled upwards and the swollen feeling deepened. He was so hot and soft, and I could feel his balls brushing against my skin, warm and just as petal-soft. Not like…I don't know, squishy soft, god, he was hard – I mean, velvet, silky soft.

And holy fuck did it feel good.

I started to whimper louder, faster, more breathlessly. He was doing the same, probably more out of fear of hurting me or not pleasuring me, or something stupid like he always worried about; but the sounds he was starting to make in my neck and the way he was breathing and moving his hips down and up and down and up and down and up with mine…my stomach pinched and suddenly I was feeling really good down there.

His mouth opened and I felt the warm wetness of his tongue and the insides of his lips, moving up and down my neck slowly. My body started to move on it's own, my hips rolling up harder and harder, each time gaining a quiet moan out of Edward, making what the book had classified my entrance as – vaginal opening – squeeze tighter and tighter, making the distended feeling worse and worse. And the worse it made the feeling, the better I felt.

The book had said something about the clitoris or something like that; it had defined it as a "pea-sized lump near the upper part of the vagina", and had said that when you touched it and played with it, or as sex progressed, it would start to get larger and harder – a "woman's erection".

And as Ed kept going deeper and I kept bucking up harder, both of us starting to shake and pant and moan constantly, I could almost feel myself getting hard. I could feel him stiffening even more inside of me, felt the skin and the bedding beneath our crotches getting wetter.

I tried so hard to go over what the book said, trying to figure out when I knew it would end, because I didn't want it to, god, no, but I kept being pulled back by the insane bliss and the sounds and movements that Ed was making; I hugged him tight against me, and he dipped down harder onto me, my hipbones aching from bumping his but my inner walls tightening further and further and further, squeezing harder and making shivering echoes ripple all the way up to my stomach and sending chills down my arms, my clitoris­-thing getting harder and throbbing a little. My groaning and whimpering and crying were getting shriller, more breathless.

Abruptly, inside me, I felt like he was getting bigger. I felt weird, disembodied; I felt as if I'd forgotten he was lying on top of me, our bodies jerking, his breath sending chills up and down my spine; I gritted my teeth when I wanted to shriek, my fingers curling again, clutching onto him desperately. He moaned gutturally, without squeaking once, deep into my neck, his teeth catching on the collar of my shirt. My head fell backwards on the bedding and my back arched up further, my legs automatically spreading more. When he rolled downwards again, I felt his cock slip roughly up further, and then

he hit this one spot.

The head of his cock was digging into it; it was like he was touching the end of my backbone, because every time he hit it, faster now, so much goddamn faster, my spine tingled with shudders. I wanted to scream even more now, wanted to just feel like this for a little bit longer, felt my clitoris-thing throb more, felt it flutter just like my vaginal opening was on Edward's dick, my hands clawing up and down his back and arms; I barely noticed…