Winry held the bottle of wine in front of her face and pouted. Almost empty, but just enough for one more glass. She poured it, some of the liquid sloshing over the side of her glass. She'd clean it up later. Right now, she was going to enjoy herself. Winry did not drink often, but she did love the feeling of being drunk. Lately, she had been feeling so uptight, so she figured a little time of being out of control was well deserved. Plus, Edward was out for the night, so she had the whole house to herself.
The song on the record player changed, and Winry leaped off the couch to turn the song up. She loved this song and began to sway and sing drunkenly.
Worry, worry, worry, worry. Worry just will not seem to leave my mind alone.
She finished off the wine in her glass, placing it on the coffee table. She danced into the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator to find another bottle of wine. She let out a little squeal, and opened it immediately. She poured herself another glass, giggling. She went back to the record player to turn the music up even louder.
I've been saved by a woman.
She twirled around the room, losing her balance a few times, but never falling. She felt beautiful and free. The music filled the room, blocking out any outside sounds. She finished her glass of wine and poured herself another. Winry waltzed down the hallway to Edward's room, sneaking in as if he were home. She went to the dresser where she knew he kept his cigarettes and matches, desperately trying to hide the fact that he'd taken up smoking.
She set her glass on the dresser after taking a sip and opened the third drawer down, slid her hand in the back, and pulled the pack of cigarettes out. When she put her hand back in to find the matches, her fingers ran across something glossy. Her fingers found the matches, and she pulled out a picture with them. It was of her, Al, and Ed when they were kids. She smiled fondly at the picture, carefully placing it back in the drawer.
Winry took a cigarette out of the pack, placed it between her lips, struck a match, and inhaled deeply. One thing she wished she could tell Edward was that she loved the way he looked when he smoked. She had seen him sneak outside in the afternoon to have a cigarette, but pretended not to notice when he would come back inside smelling like smoke. Maybe she'd tell him later.
She picked up the pack of cigarettes and book of matches in one hand, placed the cigarette tightly between her lips, and grabbed her glass of wine, heading for the living room. She sat back down on the couch, using the empty wine bottle as a makeshift ashtray.
She took a long drag on her cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly, watching it curl and disappear into the air above her head. She took a sip of wine. The music was so loud and she was so caught up in her cigarette that she hadn't noticed Edward standing in the doorway, jaw hanging open.
"WINRY," he screamed over the music. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
Winry didn't even falter. She was far too drunk to care. She clumsily got up and turned the music down, starting the song over. "What does it look like I'm doing?" she slurred lazily. She took another drag on her cigarette, twirling over to where Edward stood. She stumbled halfway and he moved to catch her. She exhaled the smoke into his face, giggling. "Oops." He could smell the wine on her breath.
Suddenly, Winry realized how badly she needed him. She ached for him to hold her, to touch her, to kiss her. She took a slow drag on her cigarette, letting the smoke slide out of her nose. Edward walked her over to the couch, Winry plopping down and depositing her cigarette butt into the empty wine bottle.
Edward hesitantly grabbed the pack of cigarettes. "Did you smoke enough of these, Winry?" She laughed, punching him playfully in the arm, his laughter combining with hers. He placed a cigarette between his lips, lit a match, and inhaled, exhaling through his nose and then his mouth. Winry couldn't help but notice how incredibly sexy he looked.
"Sorry I didn't tell you about this sooner," he said softly, a small smile creeping across his face as he dropped his head. She grabbed his hand, pulling him up and leading him to the middle of the room.
Well I've been afraid of changing 'cause I built my life around you.
"Dance with me," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck, gazing lovingly into his eyes. They slow danced as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She rested her head on his shoulder, both of their bodies swaying gently to the music. Winry let out a contented sigh. "I love you," she whispered, looking up at him. Something flickered in his eyes, face softening as he smiled down at her.
He took a long drag of his cigarette as they danced around the room, finishing it shortly after and putting it in the wine bottle. Winry, feeling confident and free, grabbed Edward's face and kissed him deeply. She spun herself around, pressing her body closer to his and wrapping one arm around his neck, slowly grinding against him, kissing him once again. Edward moaned softly as Winry increased the pressure on his groin. Before he knew it, she was facing him again, ravaging his neck, hands sliding down his bare arms. She was whispering in his ear, playfully nipping at his earlobe.
Edward responded by pushing her against the wall roughly, no longer able to stand her teasing. "Oooo! Someone's feisty tonight," she teased. He kissed her jawline, moving aggressively down her neck, a soft moan escaping her mouth. He quickly moved down her neck, fingers nimbly unbuttoning the top of her shirt. He worshiped the rise and fall of her breasts with his mouth, encouraging a whimper from Winry. Her hands tangled in his hair, freeing a few strands of hair from his braid.
"Let's take this elsewhere," she breathed heavily. Without missing a beat, they started stumbling toward their bedroom, articles of clothing leaving a trail behind them. Winry threw Edward on the bed, drunkenly straddling his waist. She began to kiss his neck and shoulder, his chest and stomach, until she reached the buckle on his pants. She hurriedly undid it, fumbling with the zipper and button, desperate to get his pants off. She was happy to see how excited he was as he wriggled out of his pants. She anxiously tugged on the hem of his underwear, pulling them down to reveal Edward in all his glory.
Enthusiastically, Winry grabbed his member, sending a shudder through Edward's body. She began to stroke him gently at first, leaning down to place her lips around the tip. She licked up and down the sides of his shaft, Edward's hands sliding through her hair, pulling it with each wave of pleasure that shook his body. She slid her hand up and down his shaft with ease, twisting her wrist, worshipping him with her mouth.
Edward could feel the pleasure building inside of him, threatening to burst out of every pore. Winry's cerulean eyes stared up at him intensely, sending a shiver down his spine. His lip was trembling as he moaned loudly, throwing his head back in ecstasy. She took more of him into her mouth, hands squeezing his thighs forcefully. His orgasm came suddenly, a gasp escaping his lips, body stiffening as pleasure flooded his body.
Winry grinned happily, wiping a mixture of fluid on the back of her hand. Before she even had the chance to say anything, Edward threw her down on the bed, ravaging her neck, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. He unclasped her bra in front, beautiful breasts spilling out of the container. He nibbled and sucked on her milky flesh, rolling her nipple between his fingers. Winry's breathing increased as he took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking harder as he did so. "Go lower," she moaned.
He obliged, trailing kisses down her stomach, grazing his tongue over her bellybutton, making her shudder. "Lower, lower," she begged. He removed her underwear, tossing them into the corner of the room. Edward released her wrists, spreading her legs, admiring the beauty before him. He kissed the inside of her thighs. She grabbed his hand, putting his fingers in his mouth, sucking hard on them.
He kissed the top of her mound, his tongue gently sliding between her lips. Winry let out a low moan, her other hand pushing his head into her. Edward smiled to himself, gently licking and sucking, body squirming, toes curling. He slid one finger into her, then another shortly after, curling and moving them in and out, slowly at first, then quickly, his thumb making circles on her clit double time. Her breathing was ragged, sweat gleaming on her chest.
Suddenly, Edward stopped, leaving Winry panting and whimpering underneath him. "Please," she whispered. "Please, please, please," each time growing in volume, dripping with desperation. Finally, he thrust inside of her, a deep, throaty moan escaping his lips. Her fingers locked around the bars of the headboard as he increased speed, each thrust punctuated with a crescendo of gasps from Winry. He kissed her hard on the mouth, his tongue wrestling with hers.
Simultaneously, they decided to switch positions. Winry got up on all fours and Edward entered her from behind, hands running through her long hair, gathering it in his fist and pulling as he thrust harder and harder into her. The sounds coming out of Winry's mouth were like blood in the water; it was driving Edward crazy, encouraging him thrust wildly. Winry was squeezing the bars of the headboard, head dropped in ecstasy, both chanting each other's names like a curse.
He pounded into her, fucking her like he never had before, animalistic instincts taking over. Winry was at a loss for words as the pleasure became too intense, eyes fluttering shut. She could feel herself getting closer to flying off the handle, and with the way Edward was slamming into her, it wouldn't be long now. A long, low moan started in her throat, breaking out of her like a siren as her first orgasm shook her body, rippling every bone, muscles contracting wildly. Her head dropped to the pillows as a second orgasm immediately tore through her, breathing hitched and caught in her throat. Edward exploded inside of her, a deep growl accompanying his orgasm. They rode the waves of pleasure together. In the afterglow, he kissed the back of her neck and her shoulders before pulling out. He collapsed next to her on the bed. He looked lazily over to her, as she lay there panting.
She flipped over on her back, laughing. "Edward, you're so amazing," she breathed. "I love you. So much." She smiled, lacing her fingers with his, drifting off to sleep.
"Love you, too, Win," he whispered, kissing the back of her hand.