Wedding Night
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.
Author's note: Based on a beautiful, passionate and sexy pic of Ed and Winry on their wedding night. Drawn by aquarina-chan. it can be found here: link /deviation/76892940
Beta: moi
Warning: Some bad language.
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One
Winry shivered
She used to call him "alchemy freak" and was continually surprised that blood, not ink, flowed from his scalp whenever she clobbered him with a wrench. Winry thought he was a cold blooded bastard for making her wait for him so many times.
But Edward's lips and tongue were warm. The kisses he brushed on to her flat bellly were soft as kitten fur, and light as feathers. Her knees shook when his fingers explored more sensitive parts of her and made her yearn for more.
Her husband slowly stood up again, his lips blazed a trail of hot kisses upwards before he he covered her mouth with his. Tonight, Winry would find out what lay hidden underneath his blue boxers.
She trembled with anticipation.
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Two
Edward shivered.
He used to call her "machine geek", and imagined her as unyielding metal and sharp angles with a piston for a heart and oil running through her veins. Edward thought she was a cold hearted bitch whenever she beat him with a wrench.
But he was wrong, so very wrong. The Winry he caressed this night was warm and pliable. Her graceful curves were gentle. He could feel her heart beat against his chest with a soft that-thump. Nothing about his wife was machine-like at all.
The back of his neck prickled when they kissed and her tongue pushed against his.
He trembled with desire.
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Three
They moved together.
They whispered sweet nothings together, they touched and fondled togther. Finally they cried out together, and then lay panting, their limbs still entwined. Automail and alchemy were pushed completely from their thoughts.
Edward just nuzzled her neck because he was too winded to speak.
Winry murmured a sleepy complaint and snuggled her nude body closer against him. Edward pulled up one of the bedsheets against the chilly night air blowing through an open window. A quick glance noted smears of blood between her thighs, and he felt a twinge of guilt.
He kissed her forehead in apology.