Draped in Wires
by. Poisoned Scarlet
Theme 021: Ice Cubes
He was convinced she was doing it on purpose but then again it was a very hot day.
Resembool was infamous for its heat waves and, at the moment, one of the worst had rolled its way into the peaceful countryside. The outside was burning and the inside was boiling. He could vaguely hear Mei sigh heavily as she let the hose water pour over her head continuously, a squeak alerting him that the water had no doubt become scalding and no longer cool.
He was sitting on the chair in the dinning room, cheek resting against the damp wood of the table as Winry tossed an ice-cube around in her mouth. She was sitting adjacent to him, slumped back in the seat donning the black tube top she hadn't worn in a year and a decent pair of shorts. Her hair was messily clipped up, sweat dripping down the curve of her neck and falling down the slope that led to her breasts.
But he wasn't very interested in that – not at the moment, anyway – he was more intrigued by the way her tongue wrapped around that piece of ice. She had been playing it with for a few minutes now before she crunched it to bits with her teeth. He became annoyed, entrainment having been torn away, but she popped another one into her mouth and the interest was instantly renewed.
His own cup of freshly squeezed lemonade sat next to his forehead; the condensing droplets that stuck to the outside of the cup allowing his head to cool as he slowly roasted from the sheer heat. His shirt had been lost somewhere between waking up to a burning sun and climbing downstairs to suffocate on the heat. His automail was mildly killing him – the leg hot to the touch – but it was better than nothing.
At least he didn't have his automail arm.
"It's hot," Ed whined again.
"I know!" Winry sighed for the umpteenth time that day, crunching the ice between her teeth. "This is the tenth time you've told me! Trust me, Ed, I know!"
"I want it to go away," he grumbled. "It was never so damn hot in the west! The most it got was around eighty and that was on a bad day!"
"Well, I hate to break to it to you but this isn't the west!" she snapped, tossing another ice into her mouth. His eyes automatically strayed to it, to the tongue that toyed with it and temped him more than he would admit to himself.
She noticed the stare and frowned, the cold piece of ice melting far too quickly in her mouth for her liking. "What?"
"What?"
"What are you staring at?" Her cheeks became a deeper pink but she was confident she could blame that on the intense heat that concentrated within the house. "Well?"
"Nothin'," Ed muttered, flashing his eyes away from her. "Where's Al again?"
"He's keeping Mei company, remember?" Winry mumbled, sighing and sitting straight when she felt the wood of the chair stick to her back. Her shorts felt moist and her tube top felt moister. She discreetly tried to adjust the slipping top but it was a move that was sharply caught by Ed, who further stared when he noticed just how low her top had gotten. "I think they're outside playing in the sun..."
"Who the hell would want to go play outside in the sun?" Ed asked, incredulous. "It's one hundred and four out there!"
"You ask them," Winry sighed. "They're using the hose so I guess that helps. The water bill is going to be high this month, though..."
"You make enough," he responded flatly.
"That's not the point, Ed." She frowned, popping in another piece of ice into her mouth. Edward was once again drawn to her mouth, imagining just how great it would feel against his own hot mouth. He drowsily wondered if steam would erupt, as she ran her tongue across her bottom lip.
His hand gripped his cup and he lifted himself straight, downing the glass and not minding when a stream of the drink escaped and leaked down his neck and over his bare chest. He honestly didn't care – he had half a mind not to drink the lemonade and simply dump it over his head in an effort to cool himself down. But the drink was sweet and he didn't want to be a sticky mess...although he was drenched in sweat, so it wouldn't really matter in the end.
This time Winry's eyes couldn't stray from him. Her eyes traced the stream of liquid that freely flowed down his sculpted chest. She was used to seeing him walk around half naked but it was severely different when he was walking around half naked and wet – his hair tied into a high pony tail, giving her a good view of his clean facial features – and looking absolutely irresistible just sitting there for the taking.
She stood up as well, mumbling something about getting more ice, and headed into the kitchen. She grimaced at the blow of hot air that came from the open backyard door. She could glimpse Al and Mei playing in the yard with Den barking at their heels – the hose spraying them with water that staved the heat off enough to partake in such actions.
They're so lucky, Winry sighed, the heat making her lethargic. I'll probably join them once I can't take the heat in here anymore! She barely caught her grandmother's peeking hair in the yard, stationed under a tree and fanning herself with a piece of cardboard.
She reached into the fridge and took out two ice cubes, groaning when the ice began to melt in her hand already. She barely took them out, they were melting already? She stuck them in her mouth stubbornly, hoping the ice would help her cool off some more, and shut the door, coming face to face with Ed's chest.
He was staring at her again.
"What do you want?" Winry groused, not really in the mood for anything but lazing around until the heat cooled. "If you want some ice, you can get some but don't stuff your face! We don't have that many! Maybe I should make more just in case..." she muttered, knowing that if Ed got a hold of the ice cubes he would surely finish them before the hour was over.
There was a slight pause. "Yeah, I want some ice..."
"Be my guest," she pointed at the fridge irately. However, instead of hearing the door open and sighing at Edward finishing off the only thing that kept her sane in the sweltering weather, she felt his hands grip her arms. "What're you—mmfhh!"
He got ice alright.
She froze up, face growing very hot, when he pulled back and licked the side of his lip.
Had he just done what she thought she did? He just stole her ice! Right out of her mouth, too! "Y...you..." She didn't know if she should be furious or swooning. She supposed doing a little of both would be fine.
"No steam.." he muttered, sounding disappointed for some reason.
"Wh-what?" she squeaked.
"Nothing!" He switched the two pieces of ice to the side of his mouth, smug at the unnatural red of her face. "Just came in to get some ice!"
"You stole my ice!" she stuttered out, forgetting her embarrassment for the sake of regaining a little of her dignity back. It was rare to really catch her off guard but Edward seemed to be doing it far more than she would admit. "Give it back!"
"No way! Go get your own ice!" he shot back. "I earned mine fair and square," he smirked.
She frowned and, grabbing shoulder, yanked him down to her level. She sometimes hated how tall he had gotten. She crushed her mouth against his and it wasn't long before she was battling to retrieve her stolen ice and he was fending her off to keep the treasure. But it also wasn't long before, the heat from both their mouths burning, the two pieces of ice melted, leaving behind a cold trail that quickly boiled at the touch of their own tongues.
She felt the melted ice water trail down her chin and trickle off, landing on her feverish flesh as she grabbed his ponytail and pulled back to catch a breath, grunting when Ed slammed her against the counter and dipped her head lower back.
His hands slipped off her moist waist and eventually he settled on just gripping the edge of the counter while she pressed up against his chest, her own tube top feeling dangerously low.
She rose a hand, trying to pull it up without freeing her lips from his, and felt his own hand pause her fingers. A finger hooked around the edge of the top, sliding it down too low to be considered decent. The moisture building on her skin helped to further his advances and she squeaked when the top managed to slip all the way down her stomach
She gasped into his mouth and pulled up the top over her breasts immediately, biting his lip bruisingly when she heard him laugh against her mouth at her modesty, his hand brushing the swell rather daringly.
She bit harder.
"Ouch—Win!"
"Quit it," she murmured against his mouth, running her tongue over the shallow wound she had inflicted on his bottom lip.
She was seemingly forgiven when he eagerly responded.
They parted, breathless, and she saw that the place she had grabbed him was already sweating. In fact, she felt as if she had just worked out – with the flush of her face and the sweat dripping down her temples. His breath was hot; no longer a cold brand against her own as the ice had melted.
"...Wanna' get another?"
"Go back to the dinning room, Ed."
"Aw, c'mon! It's hot!"
"I know it's hot! Quit pointing out the obvious already!"
"Didn't mean it that way.." he muttered under his breath.
She rose a brow at him, not catching his comment. "What was that?"
"Is there anymore ice left? It's seriously hot..." He whined instead, fanning himself to prove his point.
Perhaps during another heat wave, she'd allow him to steal her ice again, as she retrieved a small bucket full of ice from the freezer and handed it to him, trudging out the back door and into the intense sunlight; not sure she would be able to hold herself back if they continued their activities. She noticed they were breaking the rules more and more now. She also noticed how she wasn't really adverse to breaking them unlike before.
But Pinako's Golden Rule still stood strong and Winry wasn't about to put herself on the line for a few minutes of pleasure. No matter how much Edward tempted her otherwise...
"Hey, Alphonse!" Winry called, a little strangled. She cleared her throat. "Mind spraying some water on me?"
Al beamed back. "About time you joined us! It's like an oven in there!"
"No kidding," she muttered, flinching when the tepid water splashed her head on. At least this way she'd be abel to distract herself from the keen gold eyes that watched her from the screen door.
A/N: I guess it's final: I won't be updating as often as I'd like. With the AP classes I have, it'll be difficult to really spend time on the computer aside from writing up reports and researching considering I have to focus at least 2 hours for each AP class. Our school schedule sucks - it's taking the precious time I use for lazing around XD I'll try to update at least once every week though! That I know I can do :D
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