Winry chewed on her bottom lip.

She was in trouble.

It wasn't trouble that she needed help getting out of, no, this was something she had to surmount by herself. She just didn't know if she trusted herself enough to do it.

Her thighs slid against one another in a nervous squirm. She couldn't help but flit her blue eyes across from her. Her breath hitched when they met his. She tore her gaze away only to look back with a nervous smile, one he met with a cool grin that made her cross her legs.

God, was she in trouble.

She looked out the window again, tucking a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. It was kind of crazy how fast her mood had flipped. At first, when she'd boarded the train bound for Rush Valley, she'd been in a terrible mood.

She wasn't supposed to be here.

She had just visited Ed in Central City for New Year's, and once again she found herself regretting even putting in the effort. Al had apologized on his behalf, comforting Winry when she had stepped outside of Ed's apartment. He always did that. He shouldn't always do that. How could the younger brother of her potential boyfriend be the more empathetic one? For all her patience and consideration for Ed's needs, it seemed as if he either didn't notice or just didn't care.

Winry didn't know which one was worse.

She felt a little jolt beneath her as the train ran over a rough patch of track. The flurry outside was getting worse, thick and fluffy snowflakes adding to the blanket of white that the steam engine was beginning to struggle plowing through.

Her brow creased with a tinge of worry. It hadn't been snowing at all in Central City when the train had departed, and now it seemed to only get worse with every kilometer. She thought of Garfiel, knowing that the first week of the new year was a busy one...

Winry was taken out of her thoughts when her bare knee brushed against the man's who sat across from her. She looked at him again, flashing a quick smile of apology. He just kept looking at her with that easy grin of his before he turned towards the window.

She swore she felt a jolt of electricity just from that brief touch. Once again even Atelier Garfiel's problems faded away in the face of her current "trouble".

Her heart palpitated, strung up in that anxious limbo of anticipation. But what she was anticipating, what caused this trouble she was in was something that only Winry knew.

She cast another look at the man's face.

God, he was attractive.

She'd thought back to the moment she entered her passenger cabin; it consisted of two seats facing one another, a shelf on top for luggage. The stranger had already been sitting there.

The first thing she noticed was his complexion. It was strikingly-dark. At first she considered that perhaps he was Ishbalan, but the way his skin looked almost black in its tone told her otherwise. People of his color were rare around Amestris, even a mixing pot like Rush Valley seeing only a couple of them a month that passed through.

The second thing she noticed when he turned to her with a friendly smile was how attracti-, no, how hot he was. He looked to be a man of class, a tailored suit draped close to his burly and solid frame; Winry didn't need to see much of his skin to know he had a very built physique. He looked to be at least twice her age, early 30s at the oldest. Experience was drawn in the subtle stubble along his perfect jawline.

But most of all, what really drew Winry in from first blush was those eyes. They were a striking inky black. Not dark brown. Black. They seemed to swirl, giving Winry a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach, as if she were looking over the precipice into some sort of void that beckoned for her to take the step and fall in.

In the present moment, Winry looked away from him again, eyes training on her smooth legs sprouting from her pleated skirt.

Damn...

This was the trouble that she was in.

It wouldn't have been as much of a problem if the man didn't look at her too. He was slick, but sometimes his eyes would remain, shameless, as if inviting her to look back while he looked on. In the brief hour or so since the steam engine had chugged out of Central City, they had exchanged less than a few customary words of greeting, and yet, the tension that hung in that cramped passenger cabin was so taut she might as well have had dinner with him already.

Damn, damn, damn!

Winry cursed to herself, sucking in a breath to calm herself. It was no use, of course, not when her heart was pounding like that, waiting for her to take the plunge...

This wouldn't be the first time that Winry was in this situation either.

She was still a young woman after all, half a year or so away from her sixteenth birthday, almost legal by Amestrian law. She had her needs. She had her curiosity. And Ed, as much as she loved him, was never there.

Even when he was, he always seemed to have a foot already out the door. Everything they've been through and he was still too cowardly to even say she was his girlfriend.

The thought of that made Winry's mood turn dark again. She looked up. The stranger's eyes flickered away a second too late. A lump formed in Winry's throat.

Damn...!

She grit her teeth.

...it should be fine, right? He seemed friendly enough. They could just talk to pass the time. It didn't need to go down the route she'd taken before.

Justifications piled on, one after another. At the end of the day, perhaps the trouble was just because Winry didn't want dangerous escapades with attractive strangers she'd just met to become a habit.

What she didn't know, as the man turned to lock eyes with her and took the first step in a conversation with that smile and a hello, was that this stranger in particular had the very same habit.

And he loved to indulge in it.

Winry giggled. The stranger added a face to the end of his joke, and the giggle bubbled up into a laugh.

The stranger chuckled alongside her. Their eyes kept lingering on one another, longer each time.

It had taken less than half an hour for him to break the ice. As he'd suspected, the blonde was interested in him. As if her obvious looks when she thought he wasn't paying attention weren't enough, the flustered way she bit into her bottom lip, the bashful flush on her cheeks, and the restless flickering of her wide blue eyes as they talked were more than enough.

He knew he was in trouble from the moment she walked into the passenger cabin.

She might not have been as flashy as Central City women, but she had a distinct spunk to her that drew him in. It was obvious she was from a small town or outside province, and she just had the innocent look of a girl who hadn't been corrupted by growing into herself in a city.

Regardless, she was just drop-dead gorgeous. Her golden blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail and left two long bangs framing her cheeks. Her face was pretty, with youthful round cheeks, a tall nose, thin but soft-looking pink lips that were meant to be kissed. She wore a simple ensemble of a jacket, shirt, and a pleated skirt with a pair of body matched the stunning beauty of her face, with legs for days, a near-hourglass figure, and modest-but-supple assets straining against the tight fabric of her top.

He had just spent a grueling few weeks doing business in Central, and all that tension waiting to be released bubbled up close to the surface with every passing minute that he sat across from this young bombshell.

He should have shown a bit more restraint. He usually would. But the fact that she looked to be just as eager to know him as much as he wanted to know her...it gave him an excuse to lay it on as thick as the snow outside.

Winry had given in within minutes of talking to this man.

He was flirting with her as if he was on a mission, flattering her and joking around like he knew all her weak spots. What they had exchanged in mere looks earlier on had manifested into this conversation, and Winry found it impossible not to reciprocate.

"So I assume you have some boy trouble?" the stranger said, slipping in the question right after a comment about her eyes. He was too good at making Winry feed out of the palm of his hand.

She gave him a wry side glance, cheeks pink. She had one leg crossed over another, and she leaned forward, her chin in her upturned hand. Her foot swung side to side, like the excited wag of a dog's tail.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"That's a yes?"

Winry narrowed her eyes and chewed on her lip. She looked out the window with a conceding roll of her eyes. Her hand fell away from her hand, joining her other arm on her lap.

"Yeah it's just...he's just frustrating, you know?"

Winry's eyes drifted back to the man, as if a silent plea.

He almost heard the ringing bells of a jackpot; it was rare for conversations with women sharing their grievances about their boyfriends to not lead anywhere

He beheld her for a moment longer, Winry seemed to lean forward a bit more. The stranger felt his mouth water. She just looked prettier with every moment.

"Let me guess...you're leaving on the late train in the middle of New Year's, northbound, and he has you feeling some type of way...boyfriend not giving you the attention you deserve even when you give him more than what he deserves?"

Winry's jaw fell open in genuine surprise. The look on her face was enough to make the stranger's wry grin curl up wider.

"So..." he gave a playful side eye. "...am I off the mark?"

Winry shook her head, earnest to the core.

"Mm mm...it's just...really accurate, honestly," she grinned. "That's...how did you know?"

The stranger shrugged. Tale as old as time. Besides, kind of easy when your thoughts are so plain on your face," he winked. "-you're kind of easy to read."

Winry's cheeks reddened at that. She shrunk back, a girlish pout rounding out a cheek.

She didn't know if the man insinuated what she feared he did, her attraction to him still feeling like some sort of shameful secret. But for some reason, she didn't mind if he did. She raised her head a bit higher, a wry grin of her own supplanting the shy smile.

"That's how I know you're lying."

"Oh?"

"I barely even thought about him this entire time. He's not everything that's on my mind..."

"That so? Then what were you thinking about when you looked so worried earlier, looking out the window and all."

Winry couldn't believe that he'd just confessed to staring at her. Just par for the course, she supposed. It's not like the stranger was one to hide things.A man whose name she didn't even know and Winry was having ten times more of a pleasant conversation than she ever could attempt with Ed in the past week...

"...work," Wendy finally said, letting out a sigh. She looked out the window again as she opened up even more, spilling. He'd already told her earlier a little bit about his business job and his travel plans, she might as well talk about her career too. "I'm in an apprenticeship in Rush Valley right now. The snow's probably going to keep me from helping out in the new year rush. "

"Automail, huh?" the stranger's brows raised. This just kept getting better and better. He couldn't suppress a chuckle. "What a small world. Maybe you could give a look at mine when we pass through."

Winry sat up straighter, a gleam in her eye. She seemed to really be into her field.

"Y-You have automail?" her eyes scanned him. How come she didn't notice it? Even automail legs covered in trousers could be caught by her keen eye. "Where, um..."

"It's not exactly somewhere I go around to flaunt," the stranger said, his next chuckle a bit bashful. He scratched the back of his head. "Well. At least not around strangers."

Winry tilted her head, then her face turned a few deeper shades of red.

Before she could dare confirm her suspicions, the stranger shook his head, raising his hands up to wave her thoughts away.

"And no, it's not that..." Winry gave a nervous giggle to cover up the sigh of relief...though a part of her would have been just fine if it had been- "...but I guess it is kind of close."

Bewilderment and raging curiosity ran through her all at once all over again.

Close? What did that mean?

She should have known better than to press the subject, but when it came to automail, Winry couldn't resist.

"Can I see?"

"Right now?"

"I don't see why not," Winry shrugged. "We have this place to ourselves."

The stranger's mouth went dry. He wondered what he'd done recently to deserve to be in God's good graces, to deserve this bright-eyed mechanic to plop into his lap.

He should have said no, should have fended her off, but the stranger was too tipsy off of her scent as she leaned forward, earnest eyes wide with excitement.

He gave her one last look, his eyes drifting down to her cleavage, the topmost curves of her budding breasts visible between her arms. She just looked more tempting by the minute.

He looked back up at her excited gaze and tried to hide the dirty excitement in his voice.

"Why not, you're right," he grinned. "Just a quick peek, right?"

Winry nodded, enthusiastic. She was going to see this man's automail that hid from her. She couldn't remember the last time automail had averted her gaze, especially since she was so keenly-attuned to how people in possession of it handled things, walked differently, even sat in subtle ways that had little giveaways.

She'd seemed to forget about the "trouble" she was having when the man slipped off his suit jacket. Winry felt the attraction flood back into the front of her attention. He was very fit, his muscles almost stretching out the fabric of the white dress shirt that he wore beneath his vest. But what really gotWinry flustered was when he began to undo his belt.

The stranger kept his eyes trained on her face, and her silent reactions. She really did wear her heart on her sleeve.

He didn't bother explaining anything when he slid the belt through its buckle, unbuttoned his trousers, and finally, unzipped...

Time seemed to slow to a crawl and Winry's heartbeat pounded against her ribs. He peeled the trousers down, down, down, thumbs hooked into the band of his undergarments too.

Then, he stopped, and Winry was met with the sight of the man's automail. Again, the sexual tension was shoved aside for a minute as she furrowed her brow.

"Wow..."

Without another word, Winry slipped off her seat, spreading the man's legs apart.

It was the stranger's turn to be flustered. He looked on in breathless disbelief as the girl got on her knees right in front of his crotch. He gulped, trying his damndest to hold back the throb that ran through his shaft.

He had to keep his cool.

She looked up at him again with those big blue eyes, and he couldn't stop the next throb even if he was at gunpoint. Winry didn't notice his silent struggle at all.

"Mind if I...?"

He gave a strained smile that replicated his cool grin. His cock was beginning to make a noticeable imprint through his trousers, running down his thigh.

"Go a head. Take your time!"

Winry beamed, and her head swooped down for a closer look,. The stranger's hands turned into fists, white knuckle as they braced themselves. He felt the blood rushing into his was leaning in so close that he could see down her back, her perky rump rounding out her skirt.

Oh, this was bad.

Winry carried on, none the wiser.

The man had gold implanted into his hips. She traced her finger over them, her face diving in to the other side as well. They were completely symmetrical, the automail gold and ornate.

"Beautiful..." she muttered. She'd never seen automail that was so subtle but also this distinct. Most automail was meant to have function over beauty, but this...this was really impressive work. She pulled her head back, wondering about the mechanics of it as she brought both her hands to the man's sides, her thumbs running along both at the same time.

That's when she noticed something out of the corner of her eye.

Shifting her gaze downward, she felt her breath hitch at the sight of something throbbing and very big snaking down the man's thigh, straining against the trousers wrapped around it.

Only then did Winry realize her position: on her knees, her hands clamped around the man's dark skin, inches away from his erection.

There was no denying it now. The man was turned on because of her. Winry's heart hammered louder than ever, her breaths growing more shallow. The limbo of anticipation was seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, and Winry was given the choice to turn back or keep pressing forward.

Before any justifications tried to present themselves, something else took their place: another latent curiosity.

She could have spent more than an hour or two looking at the man's hip implants, but all of a sudden she remembered the rumors involving black men and their...endowments…

Her eyes drifted down to that bulge in the man's trousers again. She remembered Paninya talking about it, proud to proclaim that she'd taken one at her young age, teased that a white Amestrian girl like Winry would probably struggle to take it.

"Once you go black," she'd teased. "You'll never go back."

Winry gulped.

This was all happening so fast..she really didn't want this to turn into a habit...

She looked up at the stranger's face. He was visibly strained. She could see it in how he gulped, how his grin wasn't so cool anymore, looking a little forced. His dark eyes gave him away; they burned with a flame Winry had only seen a couple times before, a fire she'd seen in the few other times she'd hooked up with men who couldn't resist her...curiosity. Her legs shifted together. She felt the heat in her loins burning hotter than ever.

Something in Winry changed, like a switch had been activated.

She gave the stranger a coy smile.

"I've um...never seen anything like it."

"Yeah, a real piece of work, huh?" the stranger said, trying to even out his breath. Winry's hands kept drawing circles in the skin around his automail. He didn't know if she was really that innocent or if she was being a cocktease, but either way he was having trouble keeping himself composed. Any more of this and he might very well bust in his pants. He continued to talk, anything to distract himself from how soft Winry's hands felt against his skin.

"Before you ask, nothing happened to me. Just wanted them."

"Voluntary, huh?" Winry's hands slid against his hips, giving little squeezes. She let out a hum. The stranger bit back a groan."They look really nice...but I don't know what they could be used for. A hobby?"

"You could say that, yeah. .."

Winry could put two and two together, but she still kept playing up the innocence. A man with a body like that...not much else automail implants on his hips could help out with. She let out a shuddering breath. She was already wet just thinking about seeing them in action.

"You do it often?"

She raised her eyes up to his, and her facade fell.

The stranger hissed through his grin. There was no way this little tease didn't know what she was doing.

The stranger's grin grew bigger, more lecherous.

"As often as I can. Work gets in the way."

Winry giggled. She bit into her lip again and the stranger couldn't hold back the little whimper at the sight of it. She was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen in all of Amestris.

"I know the feeling."

"Do you?"

Winry ignored his question, returning her focus to the stranger's hips. She ran a finger from the studded gold mechanism towards the center of his abdomen. Her mouth watered at the very defined dip of his pelvis.

"Any problems recently? Automail has a lot of problems in winter months..." Winry drew a few circles with the finger she pressed into the center of his body before she suddenly shot it down and ran it down, down, down the entire length of the man's massive cock. She looked up at him, and batted her eyes.. Her lips fell open as she grinned like the teasing slut that she was. "...like stiffness...?"

The stranger was reeling. Here he was thinking that Winry was this innocent small town girl who would be swept away by his experience as she used him as a shoulder to cry on, but as he looked at the cocktease looking up at him from between his legs, that first impression couldn't be further off the mark.

He gulped again, a very dangerous smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Now that you mention it..."

Winry did another lip bite, and she brought both hands up to his abs. Her heart was beating so fast she couldn't tell the beats apart from one another. Her shallow breaths close to panting. Her fingers slid beneath the waistband of his trousers and curled.

"I can...help you out with that, if you want, mister," Winry said. Her voice sounded so different now, taking on an edge beyond her years, husky, seductive. The stranger was at his breaking point, and Winry felt the pent-up tensions inside him roll off his skin in waves. It was infectious. Her thighs slid against one another again. She was wet. "...I've never handled something quite like yours before but other big, stiff guys like you say I'm a quick learner."

The stranger moaned. He couldn't hold it back anymore.

"We'll see about that," the stranger said in a low growl.

In the next moment, his hand shot out to the back of her head. He wrenched her up from the floor where she kneeled, smashing her mouth against his. Winry moaned, letting him shove his tongue down her throat, kissing him back as one kiss turned into a chain of several, their heads shifting as the entire passenger cabin became inundated with the moist smacking of their lips, the slick entangling of tongues.

Her hands below her pulled, yanking the stranger's trousers and undergarments down in one go. Her eyes shot open in the middle of them making out when she felt something jump out and poke at her stomach.

The stranger opened his eyes too, and he kept her head pressed against his overpowering lips.

Just like that, the tangible tension between them exploded.

Winry could only smile against his kisses.

She didn't hesitate to wrap her hands around the stranger's massive cock.

With every escalating moment that passed, Winry could almost physically feel her concerns about Ed dwindle out of her further and further, as if she'd left them behind in Central City station. She wrapped her hands around the stranger's massive black cock, not wasting a second before she began to stroke him. She swallowed his moans as eagerly as she did with his spit.

Winry was losing herself in this indulgence of a bad habit, but she couldn't imagine anything else she'd rather be doing to start the new year off right.

Outside, the snow still fell, and the steam engine kept bounding along.

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