Yes, this will turn into a smut fic, but it needed to have some form of a storyline to it....I'm not writing porn after all.
Took me a while to come up with a good story that doesn't seem forced. This will only be a few chapters long, each one quite short. It would be too long as one fic though. The last chapter will be edited on here, but will be smut galore on ff.net.
His metal arm casually lay on her knee as she began her work on it. She didn’t mind, she loved the feel of auto-mail against her skin. He sighed and looked around the room as she got to grips with fixing the damages. He wasn’t really one for talking so she was used to the quiet. She had had her moment of screaming at him for destroying her beautiful work, and now was the calm after the storm.
Still, he was just that little bit quieter then usual. He seemed so melancholy and tired all the time. Even when she had called him short she didn’t receive the usual reaction. She wondered if he had been hurt somewhere. He’d always complain if she called him short while he was in pain. Said it was unfair to tease him when he couldn’t rightly stick up for himself.
‘All done,’ she beamed.
He turned to face her with an inquisitive look and then nodded. As he retracted his arm his fingertips accidentally stroked her inner thigh. She twitched at this sensation but Ed didn’t even seem to notice. Why would he, he had no sensation in that arm anymore. She preferred that he didn’t know why she blushed slightly. He left the room as silently as he had entered.
Truth be told, she was sexually frustrated. At sixteen most girls are whether they realised it or not. It was human nature to try and carry on the species. To make sure that we don’t die out and it must be done as soon as possible. Winry hadn’t known about it until Nelly explained it to her. She had blushed for what seemed hours but it did make sense. What was more, humans were picky about who they would be ‘together’ with.
She was no fool. She knew she was sexually attracted to Ed and she also knew damn fine that other girls could feel that way. However, Ed opened his mouth far too often for most girls to want to try anything with him. Ed scared girls off more then Al did. But he wasn’t looking for that sort of action anyway. Least, it didn’t seem that way from what she gathered.
She sighed as she put the tools away. As she was almost done, Al entered rather cautiously. He shuffled in and looked as nervous as a suit of armour could.
She looked at him and cocked her face sideward, ‘Yes?’
‘Can I ask you something?’
She smiled and motioned for him to sit where his brother had moments before. It was just a quick thought that crossed her mind, but most would have felt the warmth of the person before them. Al could not.
‘Have you seen Nelly recently?’
Winry was a little surprised that he was asking such a random question, but she nodded without a word.
‘How is she?’
‘Oh, she’s doing fine, learning her mothers’ trade.’
‘Mmm hmm, makes wool and all that. Very popular thing to do in the country…I don’t suppose it matters too much in central.’
Al made what sounded like an acknowledging sound, then bowed his head. He was just as melancholy as Ed and it worried her.
‘Al, are you skirting round something else you want to talk about?’ she asked, sitting herself down next to him. She was an inquisitive child when he had first had his soul put into armour and was more interested than scared. His hulking appearance had only scared her once, but that time had been and gone.
‘I’m not sure I should talk to you about it.’
She felt hurt, ‘Oh Al, you know you can talk to me about anything. Has something happened?’
‘I…I…,’ he stuttered, ‘I’m not sure how to ask, it is very embarrassing.’
Winry suppressed a giggle. It was not that she wanted to laugh at him; it was to laugh at how he and his brother could be so close and yet so different.
‘It’s only me you’re talking to Alphonse, your friend.’
‘But you’re a girl, and its something about brother.’
Her worry grew again. Something had happened, she knew it. Damn that boy. He knew how to make her worry and she was sure he was beginning to do it on purpose. Always fighting and breaking his auto-mail and not telling her. Never keeping in contact as he had promised he…
‘I think brother has been with a girl. I mean…been together with a girl.’
First her brain went blank. All the thoughts she had been pondering just fizzled out of her head. Then her mouth went dry as she tried to say something and her face began to drain of all colour.
‘I knew it!’ Al suddenly cried, ‘That means he is going to be a dad. But Winry he is too young…’
Thankfully some form of instinct kicked into her. She could see the face of Al behind the metal exterior looking worried and distraught.
‘Oh…no…it doesn’t automatically mean that,’ she managed to choke out, ‘there are a lot of things that have to…work…for Ed to be a dad.’
Although she was coherent she felt like each word choked her. Just like Nelly had explained to her, she explained as delicately as she could about ‘that’ issue to a rather confused Al. Of course, he had no real reason to know about such things, just that women could create a life without using alchemy.
After about ten minutes of careful words and a forced smile, Al seemed satisfied. Winry did not want any detail as to what had happened. More ten anything she desperately wanted to be alone. She had played her mother role to Al and now needed to play the broken hearted teenager.
She did not cry, she did not scream, she didn’t even inquire. She just lay on her bed and reviewed her situation with a critical and harsh mind. It was as if she needed a talk off an older and wiser sibling. Nelly was not the right person to talk to and Pinako would just brush it all of as ‘hormones’.
There was no-one and so she had to settle with the cruellest person of all, her conscience. Any well minded person knows their conscience speaks the truth to them however painful it may be. Right now all she could think about was how repulsive she was, how stupid she had been, how pathetic she must have looked holding on to hope. No-one knew of her true feelings towards Ed, not even she did. She avoided the topic of love, brushed it off with a roll of the eyes. She was a tomboy mostly, but secretly adored the idea of being swept off her feet. She was hard as nails and delicate all at the same time. She only put up with being alone because it was really the only choice she had.
Or perhaps she didn’t want to give up on the boy she loved. Loved as a brother once, but she feared something else had grown in that time. Lust was clearly at play, but the idea of Ed with some girl pulled at her heartstrings in too violent a way for it to be nothing more then sex.
Taking a deep breath she prepared to go downstairs and help prepare dinner. Now she knew the truth she didn’t know how she would be able to look Ed in the eye. The image of him with a girl…she hated it. What if this girl was cute and sweet, all the things Winry was not.
Stop it, she scolded herself, don’t start that up again.