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For The Taking

Summary:

Winry is having a bad day where everything and everyone is getting under her skin. When Ed offers his help, Winry sees an opportunity and jumps at the chance.

Notes:

I've noticed a pattern within myself whenever I write fan fiction for fandom I've just joined. Fic 1 will always be short, sweet, and maybe a touch sad. Fic 2 will be EXTREMELY HORNY. And fic 3 will be a multi chapter epic that re-examines the canon in whatever way I find interesting.

This is fic 2, if you didn't look at the rating.

Im already having ideas for a "Chimera Nina lives" AU where she escapes Scar and wanders Amestris, looking for Ed while learning to adapt/function as a human animal hybrid.

No one else has done that yet, right?

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Six years had passed since King Bradly had been deposed and the military reformed.

No longer at war on all sides over the slightest provocation, Amestris had entered a tentative era of peace with all it's neighbors for the first time in living memory. Government spending now went to impoverished communities, trade with other nations expanded, racial tensions lessened,

And the automail industry was suffering.

No more war meant no more soldiers being horrifically injured on the battle field, which then meant no new customers for the engineers and mechanics. Sure, the odd freak accident with heavy machinery created a new client now and then, but for the most part, those already fitted with automail needed nothing more than their annual tune up, which didn't exactly convert to a livable income.

Established businesses with loyal clientele adapted just fine to this new status quo, but more than a few of the sketchier shops went under in Rush Valley.

Winry's business was one of the lucky ones. While the workflow did noticeably slow, it never stagnated. There were even still some hectic days where the workload felt like it would be impossible to finish, booked sunrise to sunset with consultations, commissioned orders and custom fittings.

It was on one such day that Winry truly believed that the entire world was determined to specifically piss her off.

The phone had been ringing all morning. The second she finished speaking with one client, another would call, asking about their order, asking about adjustments. Her appointment schedule was booked full for the next three months, and her commissioned orders were backed up even further. The shipment for her shoulder bolts hadn't come in yet, her entire last order of spring shock absorbers had turned out to be too brittle and faulty thanks to a rush job at the manufacturer, deeming them unfit for automail use and had to be sent back, her one year old son was teething and keeping her up at night, and she burned her elbow on her soldering pen that morning due to her own carelessness.

She was overbooked, overworked, overwhelmed, and over all of it.

"Rockbell Automail Industries! Winry speaking!" Winry said in the bubbliest tone she could muster as she answered the twentieth phone call that morning. "Why hello Mr. Jenkins! Yes I did get the memo from Paninya about your call yesterday! And from an hour ago! And half an hour ago, too! No, your ankle joint replacement isn't ready yet! Just like I told Paninya to tell you yesterday! And thirty minutes ago! No, I can't give an estimate when it will be done, sadly! I don't know when my shock absorbers are coming in. Yes, you are still first in the queue! Your foot will be the first one I work on when they arrive! Okay! Thank you for your patience! I promise to call you when it's ready, so please stop calling me every half hour becuase my answer isn't going to change! Yes! Okay! Uh-huh! Bye-bye now!"

Winry hung up the phone and held her head in her hands, groaning in exhaustion.

"The faster those shocks come in, the faster I can repair his foot and shove it up his ass," she muttered.

A kiss on her hair and the clink of a mug made her raise her head. A fresh cup of coffee was on the table to her right, and behind her, her husband, Ed, stood smiling sympatheticly while eating a sandwich.

"How's the morning going?" He asked between bites.

"UUUGH!" Windy groaned, leaning back in the chair.

"That good, huh?"

"Every little thing is annoying me ten fold today," she growled through clenched teeth. She took a sip of coffee. "I swear if Mr. Jenkins calls me one more time, I'm gonna scream."

The phone rang. Winry jerked, splashing coffee on her jumpsuit. She let out a screech of fury.

"You know you're allowed to take breaks, right?" Ed said, though not unkindly. "The majority of your clients are decent people. They know you work hard and any delays aren't your fault. And the rude ones could stand to learn a lesson in patience."

"I know, I know," Winry sighed. "It's just that my backlog is so huge, I don't want to stop or I'm afraid I'll never catch up ever again!"

"At least pace yourself," Ed said, kissing the top of her head once more. "Remember what the doctor said-"

"Yeah, yeah, 'stress kills'," Winry pouted. With no parents of their own for guidance, the first few months after the birth of their child had been a harrowing time. Unsure what to do, unsure what to expect, the young couple fussed and fretted over every little change, worried that they were doing it all wrong, and messing up at every turn. If it hadn't been for their vast network of friends and strong support group, they very well could have stressed themselves into an early grave. "'Try to keep your cortisol down and dopamine up.' I remember. But building automail does give me dopamine! The satisfaction and pride I feel when I see my work helping people regain their mobility and freedom is the greatest feeling in the world!" She slumped forward, balling her hands in fists. "But lately I feel like everything and everyone has been trying to get on my nerves on purpose. Nothing has been going the way I want it to, and I'm about to go ballistic!"

Edward stepped closer and began to massage her shoulders. "So long as you're taking care of yourself, then do what you need to. Things will get back under your control in due time. Let me know if there's any way I can help, alright?"

An idea began to form in Winry's mind at his words. Keep her dopamine up... Taking care of herself... With his help... Under her control.

"Actually," Winry interjected, gently grabbing Ed's ponytail before he could walk too far away. "There is something I want you to do for me."

"Hmm?" Ed hummed around a mouthful of sandwich.

Winry fixed him in place with a stern glare.

"I want you in my bed in the next five minutes. I'm gonna give myself a dopamine boost by force, and you're gonna help me get rid of all this pent up frustration inside of me."

Ed's eyebrows raised. He swallowed his bite.

"Can I... May I finish my lunch first?" He asked cautiously. Neither of them had been shy about intimacy ever since they'd been married, but the look Winry was currently giving him was that of a predator who had just spotted prey, and he was a deer in the headlights.

Winry narrowed her eyes at him. Ed shivered. Uh-oh. Had he just put himself on the list of "things that are pissing off his wife today"?

"Fine," Winry agreed. "I need to shower anyway. I'm covered in grease, and I need to wash this coffee out before it stains. Be in my bed in fifteen minutes. Paninya!"

"Yeah, Winry?" Paninya said from the front counter.

"I'm taking the rest of the day off for health reasons! Will you close up shop?"

"You got it, boss!" Paninya said with a knowing wink. "It's about time you took some time off for yourself."

"Fifteen minutes," Winry reminded Ed as she headed up stairs. "Don't be late."

Ed began to chew faster.

 

For Winry, the idea of 'home' and 'work' being two seperate places was a foreign concept to her. She knew other people lived like that, where they slept in one place and worked in another, but for her the two ideas were one in the same. All her life, the house she and Granny Pinako lived in had doubled as their automail shop. Her work bench was in her bedroom, the automail patients did their therapy in the den, and the operating table was in the kitchen by the dining room table.

Winry thought it only logical to move to Rush Valley when she and Ed had decided to start a family. Rush Valley was where work was, so that was where home would be too. Ed, a vagabond since the age of twelve, had followed her lead with no objections. For him, home was wherever she was, and that was enough. Still, he did agree that it was nice to have a roof over one's head, so together they bought a run-down workshop for cheap, fixed up it's second and third stories, and called it 'home' ever since.

The old pipes creaked and complained as Winry started the shower. The water took an agonizingly slow time to warm up, which was just another tally on the board of things getting under her skin. She lived in a desert canyon! The water should have already been hot!

But once the heat did come through and began to wash away the grime and grease, the tension gradually started to leave her body as well, and Winry was finally able to unwind a bit.

A hot shower alone wasn't enough to cure all her problems, but it was a start. The real remedy would already be waiting for her one room over if he knew what was good for him.

Winry sighed, already fantasizing his touch. Even after two years of married life, the mere thought of Ed holding her, enveloping her, still made her heart quicken. She ran her hands over her body, imagining they were his, and if she had her way, they would be in less than ten minutes. She struggled to pull her fingers away from between her legs before she could get too excited by her own thoughts. She didn't want to spoil herself before the real fun even began, after all.

Holding herself to her own timer, she cut her shower off twelve minutes in, wrapped a towel around her chest, tied her hair back, and marched into the bedroom, wet and ready.

Ed was already there, halfway unclothed. She walked in on him facing away from her, in the middle of removing his shirt, which gave her an excellent view of his back muscles and glutes. Even though he no longer spent his time running around Amestris and fighting for his life, Ed made it a point to keep himself in top shape for his own benifit, which Winry privately appreciated.

"Oh, hey," he said nonchalant. "I just started getting undressed. Sorry to make you wait."

Winry snorted in amusement. She knew damn well that he hadn't just started to undress when she walked in. He wanted her find him that way to give her a strip tease, and it was unfortunately working.

No longer needing to stall, Edward flung off his shirt and strode over to his wife to embrace her. Winry dug in her heels before he could guide her to the bed.

"Hold it, mister," she said, placing a hand on his bare chest to keep him at bay. "I want to call the shots today."

Ed's brows raised and a sultry grin spread across his lips. "By all means take the lead."

"Lay down on the bed," Winry ordered. "I want to ride you."

"Yes, ma'am," Ed eagerly obeyed.

She was straddling him a second later, supporting herself on her knees while reaching around behind her to give his cock a few gentle strokes and get him hard. Ed groaned with pleasure when Winry swirled her thumb around his head, spreading the precum beading there.

"Take off my towl," she demanded.

"And here I thought I was supposed to be treating you, but now I get to unwrap you like a present," Ed said playfully.

Winry rolled her eyes but didn't talk back, too focused on her main objective. The cool air hit her damp skin and she surpressed a shiver.

"Help me keep my balance?" She had tried to make it an order, but it came out more like a plea. Even at her angriest, she couldn't bring herself to be mean to him in bed, and Ed's hands dutifully went to her hips to keep her steady. Lubed up and ready, Winry alined his dick and slowly lowered herself onto him.

They let out twin gasps, then twin sighs, then held still for a moment, allowing themselves to adjust to the other.

"I'm going to start moving. I want you to touch me."

"Can do," Ed agreed, keeping his left hand on her waist while his right one moved up to her left breast as Winry began to roll her hips.

It was a funny habbit of his that she had noticed; ever since his right arm had been restored, he was always just using it to absent-mindedly touch things. Wood, rock, fabric. Nothing with texture was free from his grasp.

("It's just... I still can't believe it, you know?" He had tried explaining it to her once. To have an arm that I can feel again. I mean, I know you gave me an arm that served me just fine for years, but it still always felt numb, in a sense. But now I can re-experience textures, temperatures, pain. I don't think I'll ever get use to it, and I kinda hope I never do. I don't want to ever take it for granted.")

His right thumb circled her left nipple which grew hard under his touch. He switched hands to do the same for her right, while steadying her waist and rubbing her clit simultaneously. A tawny fire ignited in the pit if her stomach, slowly spreading through her veins. She felt her lower lips throb with wanting as they went slick with her own fluids.

Thoroughly aroused, Winry put a little bounce into her movements, forcing those adorable little grunts out of Ed that she loved to hear so much as his cock hit her deeper inside. She tried to go slow, to draw out the pleasure for as long as she could, but she forgot how much work it was to be on top. The movement, though not difficult by any means, was repetitive and required a lot of core strength, and she was quickly finding herself tiring out. All of her irritation at the world turned inward. Was she really so over worked that she couldn't even keep up the pace for ten minutes in bed anymore? Maybe she did need to take breaks more often.

"Bring up one of your legs," she asked, and Ed obliged, bending his left leg so she could brace herself against him. The mechanic in Winry heard the the tell-tale squeak of automail not being properly maintained, and she shot Ed a disaproving look.

"You haven't been oiling your knee joint, have you?" She asked sternly.

Beneath her, Ed' s entire face went pink, and he averted his eyes. "Th-that was the bed?"

"Edward." Winry said in her "do not test me" voice.

"Fine! I'm sorry! It just slips my mind sometimes," he finally confessed. "I'll oil it after we're done here."

"You're lucky I'm too horny to lecture you," Winry said, letting the matter drop for the time being. Now with something to lean on, she began to pick up speed.

"God," Ed panted, head pushed back into the pillow. "I forgot... How different this position felt."

Winry hummed in agreement. They were no strangers to different styles when it came to sex. Basic missionary was usually their go to just for the ease of it, but Winry wouldn't deny she preferred it when Ed took her from behind, bent over her back while she was bent over the bed or a chair or work bench in turn.

Beneath her, Ed's breathing began to accelerate and his legs began to twitch. She knew he was getting close.

"W-Winry, I'm gonna-"

"Give it to me," Winry told him, clenching her muscles to squeeze around his dick. "Don't even think about holding back."

Both his hands returned to her hips. Eyes screwed shut, he brought up his other leg and began to buck his hips into her. Winry matched his pace, coming down when he went up, taking him in as deep as she could.

A sudden gasp, a final push, and Edward gripped her thighs as he held himself to her. She moaned with pleasure, feeling his cock pulsate against her walls as a delicious warmth filled her.

Ed let out a contented sigh and went lax. He smiled up at her, brushing a loose lock of hair behind her ear. "Thanks for that," he whispered.

Winry hummed a small note of acknowledgement. She wasn't quite satisfied, but was happy to see her husband happy. Even the pleasure she had achieved had significantly improved her mood.

"Lean down here so I can kiss you?" Ed asked, and Winry obliged, pressing her chest to his so he could embrace her in a hug.

But no sooner did their lips met, Ed locked his arms around her and rolled themselves over so he was now on top.

"Hey! What the hell did you do that for?" Winry scolded, her hair flying loose from its tie.

"I know you didn't finish," Edward said simply. "And the whole reason we're doing this is make you feel better, so let me take care of you, okay? I've still got plenty of energy left in me to get you the rest of the way there, so you just sit back and relax."

Winry wanted to be annoyed. She was supposed to be the one in control, damn it. She tried to gather up any shreds of resentment remaining in her, to hold a grudge against him, but Edward merely shifted his hips and pushed his way back inside her, and instantly her mind went blank from pleasure. His thrusts were slow and calculated, hitting her at all the angles he knew she liked best, making her gasp and groan in ecstasy.

Winry didn't want to admit it, but Ed had been right. His body had not spent nearly as much energy as hers had while she had been on top. He was still fresh enough to endure a second round and help her over the edge.

She traced the old scars on his arms and chest while he pleasured her, and he kissed her collarbone before nestling his head in the crook of her neck and adjusted himself again for better leverage.

Winry found her heart soaring and mind wandering as she held him close. Did other childhood friends to lovers feel the way they did when they indulged in each other sensually? Sometimes her brain couldn't help but remind her that the man atop her now had once been a little boy- a boy she knew who was playful and sweet, who lost his mother too soon like she had and had made a terrible, irriversable mistake. And that boy had known her as a niave little girl, who said goobye to her parents and watched them go to war and never come home. She had watched that boy grow into a teen who had a grudge against god while simultaneously becaming a prodigy amongst alchemist, and he had watched her grow into a gifted automail engineer who became adored by the amputee community here in Rush Valley.

It was silly (and a little weird) for Winry to try and see Edward as that little boy now, and neither did she want to. They had both changed a lot over the years, broken down by life's struggles and rebuilt into entirely different people, but a part of her still wondered if a piece of the "child" part of the childhood friend still existed with in them both. A core part of their person that never changed no matter what they experienced, a throughline that connected them together that could never be altered.

She thought about that now while they were connected together. This current version of Ed who loved her so proudly as a young adult, who had bashfully denied it as a hotblooded teen, who had declaired he would marry her as an innocent child. Maybe that was the thread that tied them together and could never be changed- their love for one another. In retrospect, Ed always seemed to have been aware of this truth between the two of them growing up. Winry couldn't recall the exact moment when she had finally realized this same immutable fact, but looking back she knew she too had felt it for as long as she could remember.

Winry's thoughts went fuzzy when Edward gave her a particularly pleasing thrust, and she gasped in surprise, drawing her focus back to the present.

"You okay?" He asked, pausing to check in.

"Yeah," she breathed, rubbing his back. "Just... Getting close. Can you go a little faster?"

Ed hummed an affirmative and increased his pace, pounding steady and deep, and Winry rewarded him with her voice, groaning in bliss and whispering words of encouragement.

"Keep going. Keep going Edward, I'm so close. Don't stop."

She screamed his name in pure rapture when she finally reached her breaking point, and Ed rides the high with her through her climax, not letting up for a second even when she's left gasping for breath.

The fire inside her had been quelled but not extinguished, leaving her with a pleasant, golden buzz, and her thoughts are finally clear.

Edward was still thrusting into her, and now Winry could see it was because he was getting close too, trying to orgasm for a second time, eyes closed, brow furrowed in deep concentration.

It was cute how serious he looked, but it was time they started wrapping this up before their skin began to rub raw.

"Give it to me, Edward. Come in me a second time," she urged him.

"Trying," he grunted.

"You can do it, Ed. I know you can. You're so big. Fill me up."

And those are the magic words. Two more thrusts and a sharp intake of breath and he's spilling inside her for a second time. With a sigh of relief, he rested all his weight on her, exhausted.

Winry bit back a snort of amusement and ran her fingers through his hair. It was a funny little quirk she had discovered about Ed when they slept together; just compliment his size and he would come within seconds. She wondered if he was even aware he had this particular little praise kink. (Well, she wouldn't call it "little" to his face, that's for sure).

After a breather, Edward opened his eyes and studied his wife's face. "Feeling better?" He asked.

"Much better," Winry said languidly.

"Good. Now I'm not afriad of doing this."

"Doing wh-"

But before she could ask, Ed took a deep breath and blew a raspberry into her cleavage. Winry shrieked with laughter.

"Bwahaha! Stop! STOP!" She demanded, pushing his shoulders to get him off. "What the heck was that for, Ed?"

"I haven't seen you smile once all day today," he explained. "Not even while we made love. I had to fix that."

"Tch, you goober," she blushed holding his face. She smiled, lovingly at him and he smiled right back. And in that moment Winry saw it, there in his brilliant golden eyes; she saw every version of Edward that she knew from the kind young boy to the rebellious teen to the fine young man. The version she'd always known, the version that never changed.

"So, is it back to work now?" Ed asked, sitting up.

"Not so fast," Winry said. "I told Paninya that I was taking the rest of the day off and she closed up the shop. I plan to keep you here for a few hours. I just need to catch my breath first."

Edward flashed her a wild smile. "A few hours? What about or kid? It's not fair to make Garfiel babysit him all day."

"Garfiel loves kids, and our son loves him! Honestly, he treats me like I'm the bad guy when I pick him up!"

"Oh, is that why our son is always throwing a temper tantrum when you bring him home? I never connected those dots." Said Ed. "Still, we can't expect Garfeil to watch him overnight, especially without warning."

"We won't," Winry assured her husband, looping her arms around his neck and bringing him back down to the bed to lie beside her. "But nighttime is still hours away, and I'm not done with you yet. I'm the one calling the shots today, remember?"

"I do," Ed conceded, and kissed her on the nose, already eager to start again. "For the rest of the day, I'm yours to command, I'm yours to control. I'm yours for the taking. You just lead the way."

Notes:

Are there any commonly accepted fanon names for Ed and Winry's children? I'm partial to legacy names, and yet I doubt ed and Winry would name their son hues, if only because I feel like mustang would tease them a bit for it. I still think Nina would work for their daughter. After all, even 26 volumes after her death, Edward never forgot her and referenced her in his conversation with the Truth. I also think Yuriy would be a nice legacy name for their son, in honor of Winry's own parents. I left him nameless in this fic, of course, but what is the fandom consensus?

Also, I want you to know, that I chose the name Jenkins because it just sounds like an old man's name, but I DO, in fact, imagine old man Jenkins and his jalopy from spongebob every time I reread this. Crossover of the century right here.