Water Mark: Sedative

Keiyou Presents:  

Watermark.

 

Sometimes when it seems like things will turn out for the better despite some ugly happening that looks forward to coming in and trashing everything you worked hard for…

 

The better will cut you off cold turkey.

 

So thought Edward Elric anyway. He hated the thought of being tied down to the horrors of the past. Yes that past was his choice and his downfall, but did that mean he had to bend and snap like a dead twig whenever things from his mistake made him vulnerable and left to rely on others just so he could stand on his own again, literally?

 

That’s right; tough ass Edward was again in need of repairs on the metal hunks of potential car parts he called limbs, and his supplier was in a heated mood because of it. Not so much because he needed her help, but because he refused to indulge her curiosity as to why on earth he had come to her in a wheelchair needing a new leg to begin with.

It pissed her off, actually. Which was possibly why he was still lying in the rehab room going on two hours with no show.

 

Edward stared at his exposed missing limb, wrapped in white bandages and winced as he thought of the damage. Damn that alchemist murdering tycoon! If Mr. Red Eyes been a little lower where he’d caught and blown his leg off, Edward would have been given a spare so he could go wander around instead of lying around wishing balefully that he was up and just plain old wandering for the sake of, well… wandering.

 

He sighed loudly. This was getting ridiculous. Winry knew damn well what she was doing by making him lie there. So he could suffer for giving her the silent treatment news wise. A mental image of the mechanical bitch sitting downstairs eating cakes and cookies while laughing devilishly made it even worse.

 

He wanted cookies too, damnit!

 

“Winry!” He shouted, his head turned toward the door with both hands cupped out like a megaphone. “You better not be down there eating snacks without me!”

 

Silence.

 

“If I have to stay up here and wait for you one minute longer I’m transmuting everything in this room into useless metal chunks so you can’t tell wrench from drill bit!”

 

Silence.

 

Edward had a boiling point. It was breached (isn’t it always?) and he’d had enough. With a fresh wave of fury he made to roll from the mattress and hit the floor, turn the desk table into a crutch just to get himself up off the floor to run himself on one leg all the way down the stairs and into the kitchen to harass the hell out of…

 

…Out of the girl that just walked into the room before he could even flip over. Damnit.

 

“Going somewhere?” she simpered, her remark and smile making baneful jolts of animosity usually reserved for a certain black headed bastard superior course through his veins.

 

“What the hell took you so long?” He snapped, turning his head away so he didn’t have to look at the awful way she was silently making fun of him. “I was about to find another port to replace the one you oh so mysteriously broke,” She said each word after you with winded sarcasm. Yep, she was still angry. “…But I heard you call me so I decided to see what his royal highness wanted.”

 

Edward grunted an incoherent five letter female insult.

 

“I’ll pretend that was a compliment… Anyway if you have nothing important to say then stay quiet and let me do my job.” With that she turned to leave the room.

 

“Wait a minute, Winry.”

 

She stopped. He turned himself to look at her. Her back to him, but the trembles in her shoulders were visible.

She was crying. He felt like an ass for it. Edward sighed softly before speaking again. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to act like a prick, I just-”

 

“Then why don’t you tell me what happened if your feeling so damn sorry?” she turned on him, blue eyes in a haze of unleashed tears. “Why the hell don’t you trust me enough to tell me anything?!”

Trust? Is that what it was about? Edward blinked, between digesting the tears and this thing Winry considered trust, he felt as if this would all end in one big ulcer.

 

“It’s not that at all, Winry.” Humph, then how was it exactly? He wish he knew himself. All this time he figured leaving her in the dark meant keeping her safe. Damn her for making it out to be something so complicated as an issue of trust.

 

“Well than what is it? Because I lost count of how many times you came to me with something wrong that goes beyond the normal way of limbs needing repairs, this one in particular!” She tapped a hand at the tarnished metal that played as the border between flesh and steel and it gave him quite the jolt. “Unless you got it jammed in some factory machine I’d say you have no reason to be keeping this sort of thing from the person who put every waking night she could have spent sleeping into making sure this limb was something that could support you just so you could live as normally as any other damn human on this planet!”

 

Ulcer? Hell he’d need an organ transplant and to start taking meds like his teacher after all that.

 

She hunkered down and sat at the end of his bed, her sorrowful gaze at the covered damage to his port made him rather uncomfortable.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” she whispered.

Edward said nothing, but his eyes did take on a shift of guilty before he looked away. It hurt like a sunavabitch actually. Except he’d been trying to make himself used to it for such a long period of time his anger at Winry for not taking care of it right away made him forget.

 

“I’m sorry, I should have given you an anesthetic when I helped you in here. I’m just so mad that you can’t let me know what goes on in your life that you’d end up like this.” The bed shook as she got off and walked to the front of the room where a line of counters sat and picked at a few things before finding the aforementioned painkiller.

 

Edward stiffened where he lie. That was a no-no she was holding in her hand.

 

“Don’t even come near me with that piss poker!” Edward said in a low warning tone. Piss poker? Where the hell did he get such analogies? “I don’t know what to tell you, it doesn’t come in an ingested dose, so either deal with it or sit in full pain when I start working on your leg.”

 

To hell with that! He’d rather have Scar blow both his limbs off than endure a needle; Hell doing the Colonel’s paperwork for him would be more endurable!

 

“Don’t you-”

 

Edward couldn’t summon up the rest of his threat, before he knew it the little grease monkey dove forward and clamored onto the bed to pin him down while the syringe was wedged between her teeth. Because Winry was use to handling rowdy patients during a rehab routine she’d already had Edward pinned by his arms while both her legs anchored the rest of him below the shoulders down.

Both were breathing heavily, Edward blaming his submission to the aches that tethered him of fighting back at his full potential. He glared at her and she returned the gesture, a little more on the comedic side since she still had the syringe in her maw.

 

It was there that Edward noticed how awkward the two of them must look, she first since her gasp and blush came before his. Pretending she didn’t notice, she quickly maneuvered the syringe to her right hand, “Just hold still…” she muttered, turning it so the needle was directed at his flesh arm.

Still refusing to be pierced, Edward grasped her wrist tightly, but not enough to hurt her he hoped.

 

“Will you please stop being so childish, This has to be done or-”

 

Like she could tell him what the consequences of drug free surgery would do to him, he obviously had other plans.

 

She just didn’t think it involved his lips on hers.

 

She dropped the syringe in shock. Backing up only to have him follow her and hold her back with both arms. She made a noise of protest in the back of her throat, and pushed on his shoulders. He pulled his head back with question in his eyes. “W- what do you think your doing?!” she stammered.

Duh, he just kissed her, she wasn’t that stupid. It was more of a matter of

why.

 

 

He couldn’t answer. He wasn’t sure what it was he just did. It never occurred to him that Winry might take offense to his sudden display of affection. All that mattered was getting her to stop trying to poke him with that dumb needle, and at that moment something he knew she would never expect him to do seemed like a good idea.

Except that was when he was letting the blood rush to his head. Now that it was draining back he was more or less mortified.

 

She gaped at the blank look in his face, and looked around to notice with a rosy face she was sitting on his waist. Her heart pounded so hard in her chest her ribs were threatening to call it quits. Those were his lips on hers, no question about it. A few vagrant thoughts took realization that his lips were rather soft and warm before she swatted such judgment away.

“Winry, I- I’m sorry I didn’t mean-I don‘t know what came over me, I…” He stopped, breathing out deeply. Winry stayed silent.

 

Edward was torn. Part of him wished she would talk, run or slap him it didn’t matter. Another wanted to kiss her again, which he knew was wrong… yet something about the way her lips tasted was almost intoxicating. Better judgment was for once failing the Fullmetal Alchemist, and he was welcoming it with each passing moment. The next few seconds after then came in flashes as if Father Time hadn’t realized his clock was skipping minutes.

 

He was back to kissing her, only this time she was kissing back. She gripped his shoulders as their kiss deepened, tongues clashing and probing. He trailed his flesh hand up and down her back, pausing briefly to curl to her side and slide up and under her tube top.

“W- wait a second…” Winry murmured breathlessly, although his hand was already cupping the side of her right breast. She shuddered when his thumb slid across her nipple and he moved forward to whisper in her ear. “What for?” He followed this with a small lick and nibble.

 

He was distracted. While fighting the sensation to moan when he began tenderly kissing her neck Winry looked to see the syringe was lying at the edge of the mattress, borderline falling to the floor. If she grabbed it while he wasn’t looking she could give him the medicine and… well; he would hate her for it and stop kissing her.

 

Strange… kissing Edward was something that crossed her mind once in a while except he was such a stickler, not to mention brain-dead in the opposite sex category… or was he?

He was trailing his kisses lower and lower, slowly taking the logic from Winry and replacing it with desire.

 

She desired Edward? After so long it seemed like something out of her grasp. Only now it seemed like he was within that barrier which left her open to act on that past wish. Why waste it?

With a flick of a wrist she sent the needle flying to the floor as his descent stopped on her tube shirt long enough to tug it down and expose her breasts before going back to nibbling and sucking.

 

She arched her back and moaned loudly, her hands gripping his shirt as he teethed softly, letting his hands feel and his tongue taste the hardness of her pink tips. Freeing a hand she slid it down the side of his shorts, sliding pass the waistband and gripping his backside. He arched his hips and Winry responded by grinding into him, pressing her waist into his and suddenly finding a thickness there she decided was most definitely welcome.

 

“Does this mean your happy to see me after all?” she purred, lavishing his ear with a flick of her tongue and pulling her hand in his shorts around to his side so her thumb could grip his waist, teasing a sensitive spot with slow circles. He grunted lowly, but it was a tone of encouragement. An impulsive idea came to her, so quickly she nearly made a noise of surprise. Here was Edward all flushed and gorgeously unaware that he was parting his legs in such a way it was like inviting her to explore him. Who would have thought such brazen feelings existed in her mind?

 

At first she hesitated, a flush of red powdered embarrassment crossed her face. Only after noticing the way he was still ogling her breasts did she let the uneasiness slide and she slammed her lips against his, eyes shut as she slid her hand down, wrapping her fingers around his stiff member.

He gasped in her prying kiss and writhed under her, his eyes tightly closed; hands shaking as he held onto her shoulder, just managing to remember the ferocity of grip his right hand was capable of and he moved it to clench the blanket under them. Giggling softly she parted from his lips and took her hand out of his shorts. He nearly protested and stopped as she licked and kissed at his neck until she made contact with his shirt collar and scooted down the bed, her head at waist level.

 

He reddened and eyed her warily, the look in her eyes clearly saying what she was planning to do. He winced as she slid his shorts down and bared his thick manhood, giving it an interested steamy gaze before taking hold and sliding her tongue over it.

He nearly jumped, squeezing the blanket to shreds with his right hand while he lost his voice in a haze of tarnished language, the only distinguishable word being her name.

 

“Wh-Win… ry…” he stammered through clenched teeth. Her whole mouth surrounded him in a gripping heat that yanked and tugged him in into hundreds of directions, each one falling in and out, with no real destination in mind. Each strain made he could feel control slipping further and further away from him, every piece of it on a one-way roller coaster ride down his abdomen until a soft and tight pressure sent him careening over the edge.

Winry coughed a few times after releasing him, her face slightly flushed with a look of apology creasing her eyebrows. “I almost choked,” She said meekly. “Sorry, that was my first time…”

 

Edward worked to catch his breath, scratching at his chin and looking away for a second. “Well, to be fair that was the first time someone gave me a blowjob…”

She giggled, wiping a tear of laughter from her eye. He blinked. For just those few seconds she looked amazing. Of course he’d always thought she was beautiful, except he couldn’t bring himself to grasp how cute she looked in those few moments of mirth.

 

“What is it?” She asked him at last, sending a look of mild perplexity his way, head tilted a tad at the gaze he was giving her. He closed his eyes, smiling as he softly shook his head.

“Nothing,” he said, opening his eyes he moved closer to her, lazily wrapping his arms over her shoulders as he tenderly bumped noses with her. “I was just thinking how adorable you look when you laugh.” She made an embarrassed smile, her face a cozy looking pink. Unable to hold himself back he took her lips softly, and she coasted along with him. Their simple dance went on for a few moments before Winry broke their stride, her eyes an owlish daze as she fixed them onto his bullion colored irises. “Ed, I…um…”

 

Edward blinked for a few seconds, only just registering what Winry was trying to say as her hands caressed lazy trails under the back of his shirt. He felt his heartstrings tug behind his ribs. Shaking out the cobwebs of silence in his mind he looked her in the eye with a seriousness in his features. “Are…are you sure?” He asked.

If it was really what she wanted then by all means he wouldn’t hold back, but he had to be sure. As if to insist a yes she scooted closer to him until their bodies touched from chest to waist, her breasts pressed against him, the contact bringing with it an unbelievable thumping he could feel coming from her own heart.

 

‘oh geeze…’ Edward thought, feeling his control slipping again. Looking all-around the bed he suddenly noticed there was a small flaw with Winry’s unspoken request. “H…how can we with my leg the way it is?” Winry gasped a smidgen, her hand over her mouth as she looked behind at his bandaged limb. Edward scratched at the back of his neck as he waited for a solution to come to mind, then Winry spoke in a small voice, which made him blush madly as she said it.

 

“We could try side by side.”

 

A sharp pain in his lungs made Edward realize he forgot to breath and he inhaled, letting out a gust of air. Problem solved, the question was now what to do from here? “Your hesitating?” Winry said, looking at him with a wry gaze that sent a pleasant chill down his spine.

“No, just wondering if I hadn’t lost my leg, would you be here with me like this.” Winry sighed. Then she looked at him with a mixture of what Edward couldn’t discern, but it resembled something of pent up frustration and mottled lust. “Who cares about that, stop thinking for two seconds, would you!” With that she plowed into him, yanking him to his right side and forcing the both of them to careen to the mattress, their heads hitting the pillow as they both resumed kissing, except at a more frenzied pace than both could have imagined.

 

In the flurry Winry had his shirt off and he had her pants at her knees, their hands touched and their kisses spread until no more clothing served as a barrier. His hair had been coerced out of his braid as they mingled physically with each other, and he had gotten to sliding her hair from it’s ponytail when she gripped him below again. Wincing he peeked at her through half closed eyes, her face was flushed and sweaty but her eyes were doing all the talking for her.

 

‘Now!’

 

Helpless in his emotions he moved his hands down to her waist, scooting her closer to him. Taking initiative Winry fisted his golden locks as he plunged forward, taking himself into her deeply. At first she bit back a noise of pain, shutting her eyes and scooting back some as he moaned weakly at the strange tightness that surrounded him. Opening an eye he seen her tears and opened his mouth as if to say something, but the words were drowned out by low mewls as she flexed her hips against him, pushing her head to the crook of his neck and nipping at his skin as they began a series of rocking motions. He writhed, his face in her hair as the friction became enjoyably tighter and tighter, their breathing deafened their voices save for the sounds of their names.

Edward let his waist move a bit harder and a sharp pain knocked him back from it, his leg began protesting the furious movement they were trying to sustain.

 

“Ed-Edward?” Winry stammered, feeling herself crisscross between alertness and submission. He tried ignoring the stinging sensations but it was no use. Their pace was slowing and the sweet friction sandwiched between their legs was becoming unbearable. He grunted loudly, gripping her by the waist and hauling her up to where she was on him, his back to the mattress, the gravity of it causing her to whimper while he gritted his teeth as he breathed in.

 

“My, my leg’s getting sore,” He breathed out, his movement dimming, causing her to slow down and breath erratically as she sat penetrated on him. “I’m sorry. I’ll keep trying but you have to-to move more.”

“I- I can’t-” she cried, unable to tell him she couldn’t move, that the pulse of having him inside her so deep was making her feel languid and immobile. “You have to,” Edward replied hoarsely, he cupped her face as he struggled to look her in the eye. “I promise when I get my limb fixed I’ll move for you.”

 

Winry felt her heart tug in between the foggy air that filled her head. Did he mean that there would be another moment like this? “Oh, Ed…” She whispered, a new eagerness filled her heart as she pumped her body against Edward. their world spun and tilted, taking them both through a whirlwind of liquid passion before they both locked onto that moment where nothing else in the world mattered.

 

_---_---_

 

“Edward,”

 

Edward opened his eyes. Winry was lying next to him with his arm wrapped around, cocooning her against his chest. He stifled a small yawn before answering. “What is it?” She was silent for a few minutes, making him wonder if she’d fallen asleep.

 

“What you said, about next time.” She held his hand in a slight grip as she spoke. “Did you really mean it?”

Edward had to think for a second before remembering what he’d said to her while they were having sex. Chuckling lightly he took her hand and kissed it tenderly. “I meant every word,” He whispered.

 

She sighed as he brushed his lips against her fingers. “So,” she said, taking her hand from his grasp and turning herself to look him in the eye. He swallowed noticeably, his mouth at a slim frown like he was afraid of what she was going to say. Would she ask him what it was that caused him to lose his leg?

 

“Do you still want me to give you the sedative?”

 

Falling back from his worry he scoffed. What a time to ask such a question, who in there right mind wants a needle in their skin after experiencing the greatest moment they’ve ever had with someone they love?

Edward knew somewhere in between their romping that he’d fallen for his mechanic in a way that went beyond the childhood friendship they shared in their youth. To hell with the sedative he wanted to tell her, she was the only medicine he would ever need. Except love and orgasm wasn’t recommended medicine in an operation requiring the grafting and inserting of ones limb, so he knew eventually he had to cave in to the syringe. Only…

 

“Not now…” He said to her. hugging her close, he whispered in her ear. “I want us to stay like this a little longer.” She hugged him back, basking in the warmth of his arms as she felt the pangs of sleep draw her in.

 

“I couldn’t agree more.”

  T.B.C.