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[ How could an automail repair shop run out of prosthetic legs?? That is what Ed really, really wants to know, because it's the equivalent of having a butcher lose every single knife in his store or an alchemist forget the first rule of Equal Trade. It doesn't make sense, and it shouldn't be happening.

The legs they had run out off aren't actually automail (naturally, as those are tailored to each person), but the spare ones that are fitted to customers when their automail is undergoing repair. It's a common practice; there was no reason to deprive a person their ability to walk just because their leg needed some time in the shop. Granny Pinako kept dozens of different sizes. Why couldn't this shop do the same? The only reason Ed had patronized it at all was because there was no feasible way she could get to Risembool with only two of her limbs.

It'll take two whole days, they had said. She'll need to spend two whole days with only one arm and one leg. Maybe she should have just hobbled her way to Risembool!! A crutch supporting her left side, Ed makes her way across town in a clumsy manner, grumbling under her breath. ]

How am I supposed to go anywhere like this? I can't wait two days! [ It's then that she spots someone really familiar and reacts to what she sees immediately (as Ed tends to do). Isn't this ... Greed? ]

Huh?! You're -- [ The base of her crutch hits a dent in the pathway, and that throws Ed off balance. She falls forward in a rather undignified manner, one hand scrambling to grab onto whatever she can. If Greed catches her, that's ... nice of him??? If not, she's just going to faceplant attractively on the floor. ]

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[ Having eluded Father's ambitions for the time being, thanks in no small part to a certain pair of alchemist siblings, Greed was in a rather good mood. Good enough to just have a stroll around him, flirting with cute girls, swiping a few snacks, and just generally enjoying himself. Of course, what he didn't expect to see was one of aforementioned alchemists just walking down the street.

No, walking was definitely the wrong word. Limping. No, that was still wrong, because limping implied a bad leg and here there was only one. Hobbling, maybe. Either way, it wasn't good.

For a moment he just watched, eyebrows cocked behind his sunglasses, before Ed even spotted him. She did not, however, spot the pothole, and Greed only had a moment to act. And he could have let her drop but, well, that would have been rude, and she'd saved his ass, and more importantly than either of those things, she was cute in a tiny, grumpy sort of way. So he reached out and caught her, dragging her up against his chest nice and snug as he did. ]

Woah-hoh, there, Fullmetal. Watch where you're going. [ Flashing her a wry grin, he tried to straighten her onto her one leg. ] You're looking not-all-there, munchkin. There a problem?

[ It is him! It's been quite a while since they've crossed paths, and Ed is surprised. She could ask what he's doing here but, well, it's a free country, and he could go wherever he pleased.

Anyway, Greed pretty much said the trigger word, and there's really only one way she can respond. ]

'Munchkin'?! Why, you--! Who are you calling a tiny dwarf?! [ She even tries to get all up and shouting in Greed's face. The keyword being 'tried', because the moment she snaps into her angry spiel, she starts to tip backward like some balancing toy. So much for Greed's bout of chivalry. ]

A-Ah, shit! [ Out of reflex, her hand goes grabbing for Greed's shirt and she stops her own fall before it happens. Ed doesn't usually like to get handsy with men (or anyone, really), but it's that or slamming into a hard pavement.

There's a tired, irritated little exhale, indicating that this isn't the first time she's had trouble today. ]

Of course there's a problem. I'm missing a few things, if you hadn't noticed. [ But it's not Greed's fault, so she won't direct her irritation at him. ] I got into a fight, and busted both limbs pretty bad.

[Now, Greed had been happy to help her find her balance if she needed that, to keep her held against his chest. It's not his fault that she decides to flip out on him.

Or, rather, it is, because he's mocking her height, but details.

Still, he grabs her around the middle again when she starts to tumble, when she grabs a fistful of his shirt. She did him enough of a favor keeping him from being, aah, reassimilated, or re-educated, so he's not going to let her end up on her admittedly cute little butt in the street.]

Well, well. And here I thought you were a tough little ass-kicker. Didn't expect you to end up in such dire straights.

[Greed, you can act less like you're enjoying this.]

You need a ha - [okay, he's not that bad] - some help home? Come on, I'll lend you a shoulder.

[ There's a sigh, and she relaxes a little when she's finally balanced. This really, really sucks. Then, she shoots Greed a glare at his little bout of mockery. Why does this guy always sound like a smart-ass!! ]

Yeah? Well, I kicked their asses. [ She looks up at him, confidence and daring burning in her eyes. Ed's humble about a lot of things, but she's pretty sure of herself when it comes to beating people up. This is why Al calls his sister a fight-happy thug.

That little slip, how Greed almost used 'hand', would have earned an incredulous stare but then he goes and corrects himself and this is ...... a pretty okay offer. Ed takes a moment to consider, the expression on her face mellowing out and looking more curious. ]

You'd do that ...? [ It would beat the crutch, to be honest. She's fallen a good five or so times on that crutch. ]

[That huffy response comes as little surprise. He knows how much pride Ed takes in her ability to kick some ass, and he's not one to doubt that ability, either. After all, she kind of kicked his ass too, once upon a time.

With help, admittedly, but he's generous enough not to rub that in. Usually.

Of course, he's even more pleased to see her mellow out, to look a little pleased. She really is cute. Maybe he can have a little fun with this.]

Of course I would. Come on, I'll get you home.

[And then he's simply lifting her off the ground and into his arms, because of course he is. There was really no other way this could go.]

[ And there's just no way that would fly with her without some kind of protest. ]

Greed! [ Immediately, Ed goes making a fuss, struggling and pushing at him with her one arm. She would kick him too, but there's not much she can do with only a stump. ] What are you doing?! You said only a shoulder!

[ This is kind of humiliating. She can already feel the eyes on the both of them, and the thought of it makes her both flustered and indignant (though, she may be drawing even more attention with the way she's screaming and shouting in the middle of the street). ]

Arghh!! Put me down, you jerk! People keep looking at us!

[ At least her hotel isn't actually that far away, so she may not have to tolerate much more of this. ]

[She could squirm all she wanted, but as vulnerable as she was at the moment, not to mention small compared to him, it wasn't going to accomplish much. At all.]

Yeah, but this is easier, right? Come on, calm down.

[Yeah, like there was much chance of that happening. It was a little bit of a tease, what he was doing, yes. He loved seeing her get flustered and squirm and a little bit embarrassed. It was too much fun. But it really was easier this way, a lot easier than trying to support her with his shoulder.

Imagine how far he'd have to lean down! It would kill his back.

So instead he simply carries her in his arms towards the hotel, no effort at all on his face.]

They're staring because you're kicking up a fuss, you big baby. Just tell me what room you're in.

[ She continues to squirm until he enters the hotel lobby, and it's more than clear to her that there's really no point anymore. ]

Asshole ... [ There's a hiss, just to let Greed know she's still not okay with this. Since she was making a commotion, the staff behind the counter look up at them in concern, and Ed responds by averting her eyes immediately. She kind of makes herself smaller, hiding her face in Greed's shoulder as she burns up from the humiliation. ]

202. It's right upstairs. [ She doesn't look at him as she fishes out her keys and shoves them at his chest. ] Just go already, dammit.

[No, there's really no point in fighting him at all. This is Greed, after all, and if there's one thing he's good at doing, it's exactly what he wants to.

And there really is only one thing he's really good at doing.

If anything, she only seems cuter when she buries her face in his shoulder and squirms so close. He's pretty sure that he could get used to this, and he just flashes the hotel staff a wide, confident grin as he hauls her towards the stairs, and then up them. It doesn't take long to find the room, and he just shifts Ed so she's cradled in one arm so that he can unlock the door, still without putting her down.]

Hey, pretty nice place you got here, Fullmetal. I'm kinda jealous.

Yeah, sure -- [ Comes the rather unamused response. ]

But stop admiring it and put me down already! [ Now that there's no need for Greed to carry her around like she's some useless damsel, Ed starts to shove at him once more, squirming in an attempt to roll out of his arms somehow. ]

[That response is hardly a surprise. Greed rolls his eyes as she thrashes and squirms around and finally does let her onto her feet.

Though he doesn't seem in any hurry to leave. Or, in fact, to give her any personal space.]

Whine, whine, whine. You'd think you could be a little more grateful, there.

What?! You want a hug and kiss or something?! [ Greed ... really shouldn't expect any enthusiastic gestures of gratitude, given Ed's personality. She does appreciate his help, though, even if she doesn't appreciate how he had used the opportunity to make her look ridiculous in public.

Always prickly about her personal space, she peels herself off of him hastily and goes reaching for some furniture to grab and hold. Though, this isn't before turning back to him again. ]

Go ... sit somewhere. Or make yourself something to drink, since it's not like I can help you. [ That's pretty much her way of saying he can stay, which might count as gratitude?

AND BEFORE HE ASKS: ]

I don't have any alcohol. [ Just coffee or tea. Finally, Ed manages to reach her bed. She plops down on her face rather unceremoniously, then eventually shifts into a seated position. ]

[Honestly, her sarcasm is closer to the truth than she'd ever guess. A kiss would be nice, and maybe something more, and that was just the kind of thing he was sleazily trying to imply. Too bad she's such a dense little virgin.

Because he's absolutely sure she is. There's no way someone so uptight has actually gotten laid.

He already misses the press of her body and just watches her as she hobbles her way around the hotel room. If only she'd let him help her, but it's clear she has no interest in that. This time.

That said, he follows her into the bedroom not too soon after, his vest shrugged off and his glasses set aside. Seeing her shifting so unsteadily on the bed, he just reaches out to grab her hips to stabilize her. Totally normal and okay, right?

So why are his thumbs sliding over her hipbones beneath her clothes?]

Man, I better not go anywhere. You need someone looking after you.

[ As he steadies her, Ed returns a rather petulant scowl. She's usually an independent and energetic person. The fact that she's finding it hard just to sit up makes her feel weak and useless, and that was an extremely frustrating thing.

When Ed feels the thumbs shifting just a little lower than she was expecting, just beneath her shorts and over the cloth of her panties, she pretty much jumps where she's seated. ]

YOU! [ Blushing profusely, Ed grabs his arm and starts pulling at it in an attempt to get him to let go. If only she had another arm!! ]

Where the hell are you touching?! [ She's especially sensitive to how close they are right now, with Greed standing a little over her as she sits on the bed. It makes her flush an even deeper red. ]

[Oh, it's way too damn cute how she blushes, how she squirms as he squeezes down on her hips. Every reaction that she has just makes him want to tease her more, rile her up so much more.

And she's definitely not going to find it easy to stop him, either. No, he dwarfs her in size, in sheer brute strength, and she's missing too limbs on top of that. So she can push all she wants, but his thumbs just roll in tight little circles over her hips, nowhere too terribly scandalous yet, but enough to make her feel it.]

Somewhere that's getting a pretty entertaining reaction.

[His grin is wide, arrogant, taunting, and he leans in to brush his lips against her ear.] Anyone ever told you how pretty you are when you blush, Fullmetal?

[ As his thumbs roll, Ed flinches in response. It's not a place she often has anyone's hands on - not a place she's had anyone's hands on, for that matter, barring security pat-downs and medical examinations - so the touch makes her nervous and much too sensitive to it.

Despite how unused she is to the feeling, Ed focuses most of her attention on shooting Greed a hard, indignant glare. She's about to throw another threat his way when Greed leans in, and Ed tenses up, leaning back on reflex (or trying to, anyway, because she'll topple over if she shifts her center of gravity too much).

His breaths are too hot against her skin. She hadn't even known the ear was that sensitive until now, and she definitely hadn't expected to be learning it this way. There's a quiet gasp, as thin shoulders shiver in response. She wants to be outraged, to somehow gain the leverage over him and kick those sharp teeth right out of his mouth for messing with her like this, but she's finding her body reacting in an entirely different way.

Her eyes widen when he makes that comment. No, no one's ever told her. With her loud and abrasive presence, she's not exactly the girl a lot of men go for. ] What ...?

[ It takes a second for what he said to really register, and once it does, she's blushing once more. Burning up, as she starts shoving at him again with her one arm. She almost forget that she should be outraged!! ]

Stop messing with me already! Is this your idea of fun?! Just wait until I beat the crap out of you, bastard!

[The expression on her face tells him everything he needs to know about whether she's ever been touched or not, and it's a resounding no. Not a surprise. She is, admittedly, short, loud-mouthed, and foul-tempered, and that would probably steer a lot of guys away. Might even steer Greed away, normally.

But she's also resourceful and damn smart. Strong. Capable. Hard-working, and dedicated. And, well, he tends to collect weirdos and broken things. It was why he surrounded himself with Chimera instead of regular human thugs. And she's definitely not normal. A rare alchemist, uncommonly talented, missing two limbs. Strange, but not in any way that's bad. No, just in ways that pique his interest. His desire.

And fuck, she really is cute when she blushes.

He just laughs, low and husky, at her response. At the way her face flames, the way she shoves against him. Not that it helps. No, he just lifts a hand and presses it against her chest, pushing her back to the bed.]

Yeah, this is my idea of fun, but I'm not messing with you.

[Leaning in again, he kisses her ear lightly, her jaw, while his hand shoves her shirt up a little higher. Rough, strong fingers drag across her stomach. She feels smooth, and he loves it. Wants to taste it.]

I really do think you're beautiful. Is that so hard to believe? That I might want you?

[ Greed manages to displace her center of gravity easily enough, and Ed goes falling into the sheets, holding her one arm and leg close to herself as she lands with a soft thud. A panic sets in as Greed moves over her. It's strange. She's never felt intimidated by this guy before (or, at least she tells herself that). Not when he first showed her his seemingly-invincible abilities, not when they fought that one time. Yet, in this context, Ed can feel her heart pounding from within, her chest tightening and her body trembling at every touch. It's the context that makes it terrifying -- this situation she's completely unprepared for.

She doesn't know what to do, now that he's almost being tender in the way he kisses her, the words he's choosing that could easily charm other girls. It's familiar when it's something hard and rough; she can take it like any other fight she's ever had. Fight back somehow -- or find a way, at least, with two missing limbs. She wouldn't have to deal with this conflict welling up inside.

She knows Greed isn't a liar. He has a few principles that he lives by, and even if the both of them have had their differences in the past, Ed has always trusted him to uphold them. The knowledge that he isn't lying only makes it harder for her to make sense of the situation. Beautiful ...? That's crazy. It's not a word she's ever attributed to herself, and definitely something she never expected to hear from Greed, of all the people she knows.

The mind is in turbulent mess, but the body acts far more honestly. With each kiss, Ed goes through the cycle of letting out a gasp, then fighting to control her breathing. She knows - from, uh, several sessions alone in her room - that she's not exactly quiet in these situations, and she's not about to show that to Greed. The asshole might enjoy it far too much. Or laugh, probably, which makes things worse.

The hand riding across her stomach earns a reaction as well. Ed pulls into herself, curling a little closer against Greed unconsciously, and the fingertips of her one hand drives into his shoulder, gripping tightly in response to the new sensation. For some reason, she's mellowed out. ]

Don't ... Don't say anymore. [ Because the words only make her burn up, and she needs to avert her eyes from him. ]

[No, he isn't lying, he simply doesn't lie. That's not the kind of man he is. He might have few morals left, few things that keep him in any way honorable, but she can trust that. She can trust him not to lie to her face. And he knows that she does believe him, because he knows that if she thought that he was lying, that he was just having fun at her expense, she wouldn't hesitate to punch him in the mouth and make him sorry for it.

Instead of that, the fight is rapidly leaving her body. He can see that, too, and it just makes him smirk even wider, the way that she trembles, the way that she arches into his touch as his fingers roam across her bare stomach. Maybe she doesn't know it, maybe she doesn't fully want it yet, but she's giving in. She's giving in as he teases her, and it just makes him want to push harder, give her even more. See just how much she'll let him take.

He is Greed, after all, and he wants all of her.

Another chuckle escapes him when she says that, though it's not a mocking laugh, not cruel. He's just amused, amused at seeing her flush so darkly, amused at hearing her gasp and knowing that she's enjoying it so much. His hand pushes higher still, starting to shove her shirt up above the level of her breasts, and he wonders if she'll let him get away with that. Or if she can, in fact, do anything at all to stop him.]

Why not? You're cute, you're smart, you're strong. You've got the whole package. [He gives her ear a gentle tug with his teeth, while his finger brushes against her nipple.] I want you. I want to make you mine. Let me fuck you good, Fullmetal.

[ Ed shivers against the chilled air as her shirt is pushed upward. Immediately, she feels exposed, that need to maintain her modesty setting in. She can feel his eyes on her, taking her in, and that conjures up a panic and nervousness. A self-consciousness, too, because she's never been one to flaunt the body she had. No, Ed always piled on the layers -- tank tops, dress shirts, jackets, that one gawdy trenchcoat she kept wearing -- it was rare that she would show any skin at all, and now here she was, half-exposed in the presence of another. It's nerve-wrecking. Nobody's ever seen her like this. ]

Greed! [ She starts to protest, pushing against him once more. His words continue to be a source of embarrassment. She just doesn't know how to deal with them, how to deal with someone who's touching her and speaking to her with such tenderness. There's little fight in that attempt at protesting. It's almost like most of it has drained out of her.

Ed could not even admit this to herself, but there's something exhilarating about losing control to another like this. She's always been a person who did everything on her own, never giving herself any opportunity for respite. It actually felt wrong to do so, to do anything but tirelessly search for the answers she needed to restore Al's body. It almost felt like she no longer cared for Al. The pursuit of intimacy was, naturally, out of the question, and she repressed any desire to enter that world, allowing herself release only in the solitude of her thoughts and the company of her own hands.

There's a lot of pent-up stress that she's built up over the years as a result, and this -- this was guilt-free, this felt good. She curses that lingering realization, putting it away immediately. No, she couldn't do this. It was not her --

But why not? There's a hitch of breath, as Greed goes on. If there's anything more exhilarating than losing control, it's being wanted. Feeling desired. Her attempts at constructing a working list of the reasons why she couldn't continue with this weaken with each word he whispers against her ear, each breath he exhales against her skin. It shatters when he makes his intentions known in that crass way. Let me fuck you good.

Ed flushes immediately, eyes widening. Then, as she sorts out the growing conflict inside, she slips into a more petulant, defiant expression, staring him down in her usual willful way. ]

I won't be yours just because we do this. If you're gonna start thinking of me as another one of your possessions -- [ She's cut off by the squeak she's forced to let out, as Greed's finger brushes against her nipple. It hardens shortly after, a clear sign of her arousal. ] Hnn!

[ Embarrassed, she covers her mouth to drown out any other undignified sounds. ]

[Oh, she absolutely needs to unwind for a change, that much is glaringly obvious. Ed is wound far, far too tight, has entirely too much stress piled up on her shoulders. Really, Greed is doing her a favor, he knows that he is. He's going to make sure, by the end of this night, that she doesn't have a single thought in that pretty head of hers but pleasure, but raw desire and passion and hunger. He's going to make sure that she completely loses herself, in the best way possible.

No more worrying about her body. No more worrying about her brother. No more worrying about anything.

And when the color floods into her cheeks, he knows that he has her. She can struggle to push his hand away all she wants, but she's not fighting that hard. Not throwing punches at his face, not trying to kick him where it'd really hurt. She's struggling because she feels she has to, not because she really wants to. Because she's embarrassed. Because she's afraid of feeling good.

He just smirks at her words, her petulant little glare, and he smirks even more at the squeak she lets out. Oh, yes, that nipple is mighty hard and he rolls it slowly between his fingertips, casually exploring her body. What she likes, what gets her off. He wonders how well she even knows, if she's taken the time to find out.]

What? What are you going to do?

[He laughs softly as he nibbles over her ear, giving her nipple a firm little tug, stretching out her breast the tiniest bit to really make her feel something intense. At the same time his other hand is moving down, sliding across her stomach, brushing down between her thighs. He cups the mound of her sex, gives it a little squeeze, his fingers pressing in against her in such an intimate area.]

Hobble away from here? [Another chuckle, his thumb hooking into her trousers to start pulling them down next.] I don't think so. You want this, just as bad as I do. You want to be mine. You want me to use your body good, to fuck you in so many ways, until your eyes roll back in your head.

[ Ed closes her eyes, squeezing them shut as his fingers get to work on her nipple. Each slow, careful little twirl of his fingers sent small waves of pleasure traveling right through her. She didn't expect her body to react this way, to be so sensitive to attention in that area. It's almost uncomfortable, how hard her nipples were getting -- the one on her right breast especially, because she can feel the edges of her automail port not too far away. That cold, metallic chill, combined with the warmth and roughness of Greed's fingertips, was a feeling hard to describe.

She wants to speak, to put on a show of bravado and claim that she could very well beat him down if she wanted to (even if that's doubtful, with the state she's in right now), but then he does that, and Ed doesn't get the chance. She doesn't even have time to register what he had done before a jolt of pleasure courses through her like electricity. It's not just pleasure; Ed can feel other sensations mixed in as well. Pain from the initial tug, but a strange kind of pain -- she finds her body welcoming it, rather than flinching from it. Soreness as well, because the flesh there was soft and unused to rougher handling. It made the feeling linger, her nipples growing harder and more sensitive in response. Jerking, she's arching her back before she knows it, one-armed torso twisting slightly in the sheets, breasts touted higher for more. There's a moan that she can't help but let escape as well, and she immediately curses herself for everything her body was doing. ]

A-Ah! [ As if that wasn't enough, he's now working downward, pressing at the area that has been craving for attention all this time. Something down there itches in anticipation, and Ed can feel a warmth setting in. There's almost a disappointment when he moves his hands away in favor of pulling down her trousers.

Down they go, though, and Ed can feel the self-consciousness set in once more, her one leg and stump bending immediately to close off access. It's an ongoing conflict once more; she doesn't want him to see her, but she can feel that uncomfortable itch that came with arousal, that instinctive, biological need to have something filling her up down there.

The words he chooses don't help at all. As Greed goes on, the blush on Ed's face deepens and she has to avert her eyes from him. The more he spoke for her, though, about how much she wanted it, the more indignant she feels. Because he's being presumptuous. Because she doesn't want to admit that it may be true. For so long, her body has been aching for a release like this, an opportunity to indulge and think about nothing else. Perhaps she's even included it in her fantasies once or twice, even though she always condemned herself as something filthy right after.

Ed tenses up at the last thing he says, shoulders raising as she turns to glare him in the eye. That might be the dirtiest thing she's ever heard, and she doesn't even know how to react. Frowning, her face contorts into something that's between scandalized, mortified and tomato-red in embarrassment. (i have no icons but the unsexy male version looks like this) ]

You --! [ In her indignation, Ed shoves her one hand at Greed's face, pushing him away. As long as she can get that awful mouth to stop!! ] Enough! I told you not to say anymore! I don't know how you say things like that with such a straight face!

[She might not have expected it, but it's obvious to Greed how much her body is enjoying this treatment. How much she craves his touches, how sensitive she is, how responsive. And he loves it. He knows that he's bullying her into this, that much is obvious, but he wouldn't be doing it if she didn't seem to be enjoying it, too, if her body wasn't reacting so well. She might not want to admit it, but she needs this, needs to be fucked nice and deep and made to feel relaxed and at peace. And he's going to give that to her. No matter how he has to push her into it.

So when she twitches and gasps and shoves her breasts up for more, that's just what he wants to see. Just what he needs to push him to give her more, tease her more, start pulling her pants down out of the way. It's kind of cute how she tucks her legs together, or her leg and her stump, rather, trying to hide herself from view. Which isn't working really that well, and would be so easy to stop, to push her open and expose her to him.

But before he can do that, before he can do anything more, she's turning such an adorable shade of red and looking about ready to have a stroke. He grins wider at her, even as she shoves at his face, trying to cover up his mouth. Cuter still, that she thinks that'll work.

Instead he grabs her wrist in one hand and pins it firmly down against the bed, leaning even further over her.]

Because it's true. You know, I've never see anyone who's been in a more dire need of a fuck than you. You're wound way too tight. [His other hand moves down, hooking into the hem of her panties, starting to pull them down, and he leans closer still.] Let me help with that. Please.

[And before she can actually answer, before she can do anything else, he's just leaning in to kiss her. Hard. Passionately. Kiss her the way that a beautiful girl deserves to be kissed, his fingers tangling into her hair, holding her in place as he nips at her lips, flicks his tongue over her, tries to push it into her mouth to give her more, deeper.

At the same time he's just pulling more firmly on her panties, drawing them down her body. She can do what she wants to try to stop him but he's not going to be refused, and soon enough he's pulled them down around her one knee, lower, as low as he can go without drawing away from her lips. It's up to her right now to kick them the rest of the way off, because as it is, he just grabs the thigh of her stump, flings it open wider, his fingers tracing across the front of her pussy, eager to see just how hot she is.]

[ Though Ed did train her body, when it came to matching strength with strength, it didn't take a genius to figure out who was the stronger one between them. Especially now, with her movements limited by her physical impairments. There's a trapped feeling that overcomes her, as he hovers. The mind commands her other arm to move, to intercept and push him away, but it's met with an overwhelming nothing because there was just no flesh or machinery present to receive that command. She can only squirm in place, clenching her fist against his hold and pushing back against his hand with what strength she can muster. There's an indignant look, as if she's pissed that he would dare pin her only arm down like this. The nerve! ]

As if I have time to be wasting on this sort of thing! Now, let go! [ She gasps as she feels those fingers trail down to her panties, hooking into them and sliding them off. Ed panics once more, going a deep, flustered red. Before she can make her protests known, there are lips crashing into hers, rough and hungry in their movement. Her eyes widen, somehow not expecting to be kissed. Kissing is what lovers do. She doesn't even know what they are, and she's definitely even more confused about that now that she's in a bed with him, in the near-nude. Ed doesn't react at first, freezing up with apprehension, with her lips thinned and tense. The more he goes on, though, drinking up every inch of her mouth, the more she finds herself easing up. Every movement of his lips, every nibble of the teeth, makes her heart flutter, her chest tightening to the point where she needs to clasp it to contain the sensations. She doesn't even know when he had let go of her hand to comb his fingers through her hair, she just knows that he should really keep doing it.

It's not fair. The moment she found it in her to thrash and squirm, Greed disarms her right after, melting her down into this mellowed-out puddle of need and sexual frustration. She feels pathetic gasping softly against his lips like this, granting him access into her mouth like this, shifting her hand to cling onto his shoulder like this. Absolutely pathetic. Yet, she also feels an excitement, as her heart pounded against her ribs. A high, as her neck craned and her head shifts into a tilt against his lips. It's the unfair way he's kissing her, like he's giving as well as taking, like he's appreciating her. It's hard to keep fighting someone, when they kiss you like that. Her first kiss, too. She really hates this guy.

There's another gasp as Greed grabs her left thigh (she's a little more sensitive there, due to previous injury), and Ed's eyes - half-lidded before from the intensity of that kiss - widen, as she feels herself being pried open. ]

Mmh! [ There's a shiver as his fingers trace against her. Not only has it been warm down there for a while, but she can feel a dampness too, as much as Ed had tried to ignore it. She looks up at him, one-part fearful, because she's never had anything there and she expects it to hurt, and one-part heavily, heavily aroused, with her face flushed in certain places and too many hairs falling out of her braid. It's too late to deny that she wants it now. In fact, she might be even more frustrated if he suddenly decided to just walk off and leave her like this. ]

[It's so enormously satisfying to feel her melting underneath him, to feel all the fight ebbing out of her body. He's having way, way too much fun playing with her, making her dance like a puppet on a string, because he knows that's just what he's doing. That he probably shouldn't be. But why not? She's clearly enjoying herself, he can feel that as she starts to part her lips beneath him, as she gasps, almost mewls in pleasure, and so if he can rile her up and make her melt again just as easily, well, he's going to enjoy that fact.

And enjoy the taste of her lips, yes, the feel of her tongue sliding against his. She seems a little clumsy, shy, unsure, and it occurs to him that this is probably her first kiss. Probably her first of a lot of things, and isn't that just adorable? It occurs to him, distantly, that he should probably be at least a little gentle with her, not handle her too roughly, but he's never been exactly the most gentle of men.

Heat rolls through him in a fresh wave when he does touch her, when he feels that wetness under his fingertips. Yes, she wants this, is already craving this, and as he draws back from her lips he simply smiles. There's an intense desire in her eyes and he knows that if he walked away now, that would only make her even more upset with him, so he'd better stay, better finish the job he's started, shouldn't he? Not that it isn't tempting to make her squirm all over again, make her beg for him and the pleasure that he can cause her.

Maybe next time. That might be too much for an easily-flustered virgin like her. His fingers keep tracing her folds, spreading them slowly open, rubbing over the slickness there, the obvious heat. She feels tight, so tight, and he knows she's going to be such a maddeningly snug fit around his dick. It's not, after all, a secret that he kind of dwarfs her in size, in pretty much every dimension. All the more reason to go slow, to go gently, because truth be told, he does want her to enjoy this. Thoroughly, completely. He wants her to come screaming, to feel a kind of pleasure that she never even imagined, and he's not going to be satisfied with himself until he meets that lofty goal. Slowly, slowly he eases a thick finger inside of her, pushing it into that silky heat.]

For someone who complains so much, you're pretty damn wet. [His head turns, shifts, lips wandering over her ear, her throat. He grazes her lightly with his teeth, just shy of leaving marks on her skin.] Getting excited, Fullmetal? Because I'm going to fuck you so good, you know that, right? I'm just gonna keep you coming all night long, until you've got nothing left to give me.

[ Ed barely has time to get used to the feeling of warm flesh tracing against her most sensitive area, each bout of friction against her clitoris increasing that persistent itch, that hot, bothersome wetness between her thighs, when she can feel a digit pressing against her entrance, pushing past and into the heat of her vagina. With how unused she was to the whole act, how she's never been touched by anyone but herself, it goes without saying that she's tight -- that every inch of her is closing up on him, and she can feel it all. What comes out of her mouth is not only a gasp, but a full-blown cry as Ed throws her head back, her leg flexing and her inner walls tightening around him. As he continues to push inside of her, Ed whimpers, but swallows all those undignified sounds so she can speak.

Ed knows she's wet. Knows by now that she wants Greed to just take her so hard and fast she's too spent to think about anything else. It's what the body wants, what the body has been anticipating all night, and she couldn't deny it anymore. Still, she doesn't appreciate him pointing it out so crudely. ]

I'm not --Nnh! [ Ed doesn't even have time to protest when he brushes over a particularly good spot, and her words choke in her throat, a gasp escaping instead. She couldn't even describe this feeling, having something down there exploring her, filling her up. As always, Greed's words don't do her any favors either -- they only linger in her mind, enticing her body to react even more, her nipples to harden further and her hips to rise for more friction.

Heart thumping so hardly in her ribcage, the rest of her felt heavy; heavy and feverish and so uncomfortably bothered in certain places. The fight really has left her, and she's lying on the sheets in a rather hazed state. Clouded with arousal, with anticipation, and in this state she almost thinks this might be fine.

Maybe it is fine. Just one night. Just one night, and she'll force him to never speak of this again, beat it into him if she has to. If nobody knows, it's like it never happened, and she gets the release she's been craving for for a long, long time. Just one night.

Ed lets out a drawn-out exhale, the last of her protests leaving her body with it. When she looks up at him, she's blushing, and she can't hold her gaze for very long. She looks far more decided now than she has all night though. Quietly, almost too quiet for him to hear, Ed speaks. ]

So ... do it. [ She breathes, swallowing down the nervousness. ] You keep talking big, so you better not disappoint me.

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