Draped in Wires
by. Poisoned Scarlet
Theme 027: "But I Digress..."
"I'll state three reasons why this is a really bad idea!" Edward hissed at her, raising up three fingers. "One, the hag caught us the first time and clearly warned me of what would happen if she caught us a second time! Two, there is absolutely no way this would even work out. And, three, we're in the goddamn basement there is absolutely no way this can work out!" He ended aggressively, glaring at her as she heaved a sigh and tapped her fingers against the desk she had him pinned under.
"What does us being in the basement have anything to do with this?"
"Are you kidding me? This is practically that old hags domain!" He stressed, gesturing around wildly. "You're insane to even think about us getting away with it down here!"
"Trust me, Ed, these walls are cement thick because of the drills and saws we have down here for automail construction." Winry reminded, sounding slightly smart. "Granny thinks you're upstairs and she know's I'm down here working...so why not?"
"I already told you!" Ed sighed sharply. "It's only a matter of time before that hag catches on and she comes marching right down here to sterilize me!"
"She will not! Don't be ridiculous!" Winry snorted.
"That's what you think, you won't be the one who'll get painfully castrated by a pipe!" Ed scathingly replied.
"Quit being such a prude!" Winry rolled her eyes, ignoring his indignant growl. She thrusted her hips forward when he tried to move her off, aware of the sharp intake of breath she received from the golden blond, and purred: "You know you want to..."
"Winry, get off!" Edward strained, his hands clutching the sides of her arms in an attempt to push her off him. He was not about to risk injury because he simply couldn't resist the dangerous allure of her bedroom eyes. "We'll do it elsewhere—not here!"
"But I want it here!" She aggressively stated, grabbing his hands and slamming them back down on the desk. She locked them there, pushing them back behind him and briefly wondering if she should invest in some cuffs. "We've been interrupted for the past week, Ed! I am not waiting any longer!"
Edward remembered Greed in those moments, how he had stated that he had a good woman waiting for him at home. He recalled the few things he had said, the comment of "..she know's what she wants" and he silently conceded with the deceased Homunculus when he stared into her frustrated but positively determined eyes.
She knew what she wanted.
She knew she wanted him there, in the basement, pressed upon a desk he was absently weighing the pros and cons for stability and strength, and he supposed he still had a thirst for thrill, especially when he caught her lips with his and pushed his girth into her own throbbing bundle of nerves.
"Are you...sure you want this?" He asked hoarsely, her lips slowly but surely shearing away his resistance. Although he was more than ready to shed his ever-pressing innocence he was very aware that it would be different for her; most likely painful as she had admitted to being inexperienced in this area of life as well.
"Then lets learn...together." She breathed against his lips, her hand sliding down his chest to rest on the buckle of his pants—
"Are you sure you want this?" Winry reversed the roles, pulling off his hairband and digging her fingers into the lush blond hair as she had wanted to do for so long. Her mouth trailed down to the curve his jaw, to the slope of his neck, as his hands gripped the sides of her hips and discouraged her teasing by pulling her back at the last second.
He would not fall victim to her charms.
Not when his manhood hung in the balance, at least.
"Edward!" Winry whined huskily, tugging on his shirt. She knew that he was still dwelling on the subject of their supposedly 'imminent' capture but she was just too hot and bothered to lie back and wait for some sort of surefire opportunity to arise. She wanted him now and he was made very aware of that by the way she feverishly moved her mouth against his own.
Ngh, damn it! Ed groaned in his head, when her hand went below the belt and she kneaded the throbbing appendage. But we can't, he thought in distress, shutting his eyes when she managed to unbuckle his belt. He tried to remove her hand but she was sneaky: she plunged her tongue into his mouth recklessly, stunning him for a moment, which gave her the right amount of seconds to pull down his zipper and slip her hand inside.
"No!" He squeaked, eyes shooting open. "W-Win-ry!" He hated the way his voice had cracked but he was more concerned with getting her hand out of his pants than his suddenly prepubescent voice. "Quit it—holy—no, don't—!" Against his will, a shuddering groan escaped his lips, but he quickly managed to get her clever hand out of his private regions enough to hiss: "Woman, calm down!"
"Not until I get what I want!" Winry snapped back, menacingly. Edward, at any other occasion, would have been thrilled to simply hike up her skirt and let her have it but at the moment he wanted to live to be able to preform such task and it was difficult when she kept rubbing against him in such a needy way.
Oh, damn it, she planned this! Why today? Why now? Why not tomorrow, when the hag is GONE FOR THE DAY? Edward bemoaned in his head, aware that the skirt was riding up her thighs with every reaching kiss to his mouth. Her hand grabbed his own, pushing it to her – he noticed with something close to horror – exposed ass...
Now her skirt had finally hiked up enough for him to feel the silk of her panties; the only threads of fabric between him and the treasure that lay below...
Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium, Beryllium, Boron, Carbon—!
A drawn out moan escaped his throat at her skillful hands and he felt Winry smirk smugly against his lips as she continued her torturous ministrations.
"Nitrogen, Oxygen, Florine, Neon, Sodium, M-Magnesium, Phosphorus—no, Aluminum! Silicon, Silicon..." He shut his eyes against the shot of pleasure when she rocked her knee against his shaft, forcing himself to remember the table he would swear he knew by heart. "Phosphorus...Su-Sulfur—!"
"Stop resisting." Winry purred seductively, her hand cupping his cheek lovingly. The smoldering gaze did nothing to ease the heat threatening to burst inside of him. "You're only hurting yourself..."
It was like a snap.
There went his self-control, self-preservation – everything.
"You're...impossible!" Edward exhaled in honorable defeat, grabbing her and roughly flipping their positions. She gasped when he slammed her on the desk, pushed her down against it so she was lying flat. He pushed away the junk that littered the wood, mouth hot against her neck as he ripped out some tools from under her back. He let them clatter to the floor, his first mistake, and the stool on the floor tipped over when he used it to level himself on the desk with her, straddling her as his hands pooled the skirt on her waist and his fingers pulled the scant piece of clothing she called underwear down her soft legs.
"Damn it! C'mon!" Ed growled at the delay, when her underwear wouldn't go past her knee's due to their position. "Can I rip it off?"
"Huh?" was her dazed reply.
"Right..." His hands tore the side and flung the offending garment somewhere beside him. "Now we're getting somewhere!" He crushed his mouth against hers when she noticed what he had done. She swallowed the protest in exchange for his attentive tongue.
His third and final mistake had been when his fingers ventured into places they were not supposed to and Winry had let out a rather loud moan that would not have fooled anyone over the age of fifteen.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, his hand fondled her generous chest, and their mouths moved with an impatience that would make anyone raise their brows. He had nearly lost himself in the sensations of her wet cavern when he heard a faint call in the background.
His eyes opened to reveal hazy gold orbs, fingers pausing their curious exploration between her legs when he heard the slow sound of footfalls come from somewhere behind him. She whispered his name against his lips in question, one leg pulling his hips closer to her ready womanhood. It would only take one thrust, he noticed painstakingly, one thrust and he would be able to completely forget the world for a few minutes...
But he had realized what was happening quicker than Winry did, who was still drunk on his attentive mouth and hands, and he scrambled off of her, pulling her up into a sitting position quickly.
"Ed, what's wrong—!"
"I told you!" Edward hissed, eyes grazing her nether regions briefly before he pulled the skirt back down to its rightful place. "You don't argue with me on these things, Win! I just know! Call it experience or whatever but I just knew this was gonna' happen!"
"What are you talking—!"
"Winry, what's going on down there? I heard you scream! Did you drop the drill again?"
Her eyes rounded in horror and she snapped her head to Ed, who was frantically searching for a place to hide. Winry leaped off the desk and pushed him toward a small space between tool cabinets, heaving a box in front of him to hide him properly as she fixed her shirt, her skirt, and her hair in record time.
Her eyes searched the ground for anything that might be amiss but it was too late as her granny had hobbled into view. Her eyes were narrowed, she saw, and Winry hoped she had schooled her expression properly.
"Nothing's wrong, grandma!" Winry chirped too-brightly, noticing her wrench was on the floor and instantly realizing what had been missing from her assemble: her underwear! She kneeled instead of bending, picking up the tool and desperately hoping her grandmother would just leave her alone and not discover the article of clothing Edward had thrown away somewhere during their heated passion. "I just dropped my wrench on the floor and it startled me!"
Why does he always have to throw my stuff like nothing? Winry bemoaned inwardly.
"You sure?" Pinako eyed her flushed cheeks and rather strange behavior. She hobbled deeper into the room, making her way toward the desk Winry and Edward had been previously using as leverage for their less than decent actions. "You sounded pretty strange..."
Her grandmother eyed the tipped over stool and Winry quickly muttered a plausible excuse under her breath as she set it right.
"Of course, granny!" Winry faked a snort, tapping her wrench against the table. "What did you think I was doing? I'm just exhausted from not getting enough sleep these past few days! There has been a lotta' business recently..."
"Yes, but it's good for us!" Pinako smiled, once she had done a quick scan of the room and noticed nothing amiss. "More money, eh? And with our star patient out of commission, we'll need all the money we can get!"
Winry laughed, sounding more natural now.
Edward enviously thought that if he could lie half as good as she could, his adolescence would have gone by so much more easier than it actually had...
"I'm glad Ed isn't coming back here with a busted up 'mail! It's a relief!"
"Speaking of which, where is that boy?" Pinako asked, curiously. "I haven't seen him all morning!"
"He said he was going to go out to town to check out the hardware store for me." Winry shrugged casually. "He isn't doing anything productive, just lying there on the couch, so I said he might as well go check some prices on a few things!"
Winry's eyes finally zeroed in on the piece of white fabric that lay on the floor, beside the boxes she had hid Ed behind. She flashed her eyes to her grandmother, who was picking up a tool that had fallen behind the desk during their roughhousing and Winry briskly walked towards it.
She glanced at the boxes, noticing she could just barely catch Ed's gold eye through the cracks. She motioned below her and she was sure he got her message when he saw her ripped underwear by her feet. Winry kicked it inconspicuously toward him, shoving it through the crack and letting him take it before her granny looked up and placed the screwdriver on the desk again.
"Well, you do seem fine!" Pinako nodded.
"I don't know what you're so worried about!" Winry chuckled, strained, leaning against the box casually as Edward shoved the garment into his pocket. "I only dropped the drill once and that had been because Den startled me!"
"We can't be too cautious now, can we?" Pinako said over her shoulder, as she hobbled back up the steps and into the hall. "Come on out before dinner time, Winry, I'm making us some stew tonight!"
"Great! No problem!" Winry cheerfully shouted, exhaling a deep sigh once she was sure her granny was gone. Winry weakly moved away from the box and fell on the stool with a sigh of relief. She heard Edward kick the box away and pop out from behind.
"She gone yet?"
"For now, anyway." She muttered, sounding distinctly disappointed.
Edward watched her for a moment before sighing, making his way over to her. His hand ruffled her hair in adoration. "You're going to be the death of me someday, you know that?" He smiled a bit. She raised her head, looking guilty. "Just hold out a little longer." He told her. "Tomorrow the hag isn't going to be here all day..."
"I know, I know," Winry mumbled, fixing her hair and giving up when his hand only messed it up even further right after. "It's just...frustrating!"
"You're telling me!" Ed snorted, giving her head one last pat before he made his way over to the stairs. "I had to put up with not jumping your bones for nearly four years!"
Winry rolled her eyes. Ed had only discovered sex around two years ago, sadly. "Shut up, you liar!"
"Believe what you want but I did." He flatly told her, preparing to cross his way to the living room and slam the door so he could pretend he just came back from town. Once he was sure Pinako was in the kitchen, he stealthily walked toward the door and let it slam loudly to alert the old woman of his arrival.
And now, he thought to himself, as he made his way up the stairs and to the bathroom, shrugging off his clothes and turning the shower on cold. I need to cool off...
Winry really would be the death of him someday.
A/N: Okay! The theme totally made sense with what I wrote, like, two months ago! But now that I reread it, I'm left thinking 'the hell were you thinking about, woman?' XD
I know the update is late.
I made you all wait. I deserve your hate mail! Bad, bad authoress... making her readers wait like they did...
But it's updated now and all is right with the world again, right? I'm forgiven... right? o.o
Scarlett.