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scriveynerTitle: Arrangement
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Three Alchemists
Characters/Pairing: Ed/Kit
Rating: NSFW
Length: 2610
Summary: Some days, Ed thinks that Roy is messing with him. Most of the time, he's right.
Catie stood in the doorway to the hotel's room, duffel bag slung over her shoulder and hands akimbo on her hips. "You know, I really think Mustang might be on to us."
"I don't know if he's on to us, or if he wants to humiliate me as much as possible and that he figures implying we're a couple if we're actually not will lead to the most epic shitfit I've thrown in the office in a while," Edward said with a frown. "So what do you think? Should I call him and freak out, or just let him stew in silence for a while?" Edward slung his suitcase on one of the chairs in the really rather nice hotel room.
Catie closed the door behind her and took her duffel bag off. "I say let him stew. He's probably expecting us to both freak the fuck out. If we have radio silence, he won't have a clue in hell what's going on."
"Yeah, but I bet by now someone has rung Mustang and let him know we've checked in," Edward pointed out. "Radio silence would be pretty much confirming that it doesn't bother us."
"So what?" Catie kicked her boots off and walked over to the bed. "Let him wonder. Besides, look at this bed. This is, like, three times the size of MY bed."
"Yeah," Edward looked around the room again. "I think this is nicest hotel room I've ever seen in my life."
"Leave it to Mustang to decide to fuck with us by renting out the nicest room in the joint," Catie cackled, jumping up on the bed. She bounced on it, her feet leaving the mattress entirely. "Check out how bouncy this mattress is! I bet you could fucking float this thing on the river."
Edward watched her jump around on the bed with one eye as he shrugged off his coat and laid it over his suitcase. "Well, there are maybe other things we could do to test the buoyancy of the mattress," he said thoughtfully.
Catie dropped onto her ass on the bed, bouncing a little as she landed with her legs cocked wide. "Why, Ed, are you proposing that we have sex on this here mattress?" she asked facetiously.
Edward stopped at the edge of the mattress, and Catie grinned at him as he looked her over. Their relationship had become so physical, so quickly, it was still a little unsettling. Catie still occasionally couldn't decide if she wanted to kiss him or smack him. Instead she smirked as he looked at her, his gold eyes flickering up and down her body. He was blushing - it was cute, almost, how tentative he was about this.
If she let herself think about it too much; too deeply she too would start blushing like there was no tomorrow. So she sat up and held out her arms wordlessly. After a long moment, Edward put a knee on the bed and then climbed on top of her.
He kissed wonderfully. It was the one thing that they did even in Central right now - they hardly saw each other outside of these missions that Mustang sent them on, but this time when they got back Edward's brother would be gone and maybe then they could advance this relationship further without Edward panicking. She put her hands on his shoulders as he kissed her slowly; even through two layers she could feel the difference between the ridged metal of his automail and the warm, hard muscle of his flesh.
This was where they lost their shyness. As he kissed her he pressed her back into the bed, laying between her legs. Catie groaned against his mouth as they lay together. His hands were tentative, at first - he still had his gloves on as he framed her face with his hands, lifting his head slightly away.
Catie opened her eyes slowly and smiled up at him. "What's wrong?" She shifted her hand along his shoulder to where the braid lay, heavy and fat against the back of his neck. It wasn't difficult to coax the hair tie free and to start unraveling the plait.
"Mm, nothing's wrong," Edward murmured. He was watching her face carefully, scrutinizing it. "I, just ... you really want to do this again? With me?"
She heaved a great sigh, and then dropped her hands off of his shoulder, putting one on his face and shoving him. "Up, get up," she said.
After a moment's hesitation, Edward did, getting back up on his knees. There was a strange expression on his face, somewhere between confusion and hurt, and Catie sat up as well, bracing herself on one arm. Then she smacked the back of Edward's head with her open palm.
"Hey, ow!" Edward yelped, one hand flying to his head and he winced. "What was THAT for-"
"You are a dumbass," Catie proclaimed. "God, men are dumbasses. All of you, it's a wonder our species doesn't die out from the fact that men are fucking dumbasses." She kicked at him, and Edward yelped again and wisely retreated off of the bed.
"I thought you liked-" Edward started, and Catie pointed at him.
"If you finish that sentence," Catie said. "You are sleeping on the floor and I will have this nice, cushy, giant bed all to my damn self."
Edward rubbed the back of his head, completely flustered. "What do you want me to say?"
Catie scooted to the edge of the bed. "Well, for one, I want you to stop, stop questioning this," she said. "Why do you keep doing that? Of course I want to have sex with you, if I didn't want to have sex with you I wouldn't ask you for it, you ridiculous jackass." She scrubbed both of her hands in her hair. "God I am so frustrated with you I could scream."
"I'm... sorry?"
"And I'm frustrated with myself because I let you have this power over me," Catie said. She dropped her hands to her legs and glared at Edward. "You know I hated you? I thought you were such a brat and I was so pissed that the first thing Mustang did was assign us to go on a mission together. And you are still a brat. AUGH."
Edward was standing there silently, staring at her. Catie groaned aloud. "And what's worse is that I love the way you touch me. You are so fucking good at that, do you have any idea -" she leaned forward, one hand on the mattress between her spread legs. "Do you have any idea how wet you made me just kissing me?"
They stared at each other as the silence after Catie's words stretched out between them. Catie was breathing hard, her face flushed and Edward was just ... watching her. His expression had changed subtlety, and Catie didn't know what had changed about it but it almost seemed more adult than she had ever seen before.
And then, the phone rang.
They both jumped. "There's a - son of a bitch you have got to be kidding me," Edward said as they both tried to locate the source of the ringing. "Of course there would be a phone in here, we can't get two damn minutes away from Mustang and he wants to tighten the fucking collar-"
Catie spotted the telephone well before Edward did, on the bed stand on the other side of the bed. She rolled across the mattress and grabbed the receiver and said "Mustang, you fucking son of a bitch I am going to force-feed you your own TESTICLES when I get back into Central- I don't CARE IF THIS LINE IS TAPPED I AM GOING TO, HEY-"
Edward took the phone away from her and stared, somewhere between amused and horrified, as he cradled the receiver. "Mustang?"
Catie scowled at Edward, who, after a moment's hesitation, grinned at her before turning his back as he spoke quietly into the receiver. She huffed and flopped over on the bed, rolling on her side to present her back as he murmured quietly. Fuck, Mustang and Ed probably planned this whole thing, well fuck them both. Now she was pissed.
Oh, and don't forget horny.
Catie groaned out loud and buried her face in her arm. The only thing that she hadn't said during her outburst at Edward was perhaps the most dangerous four-letter word of all, and she had almost slipped up there as well. She barely even liked him. God, she was going to have to drop-kick Mustang in the crotch. She might be getting some of the best sex she'd ever lucked in to, but the amount of drama might not be worth it.
The click of the receiver made her lift her head, but the mattress bowing in as Edward sat on it got her attention. "So, thanks to your brilliantly timed tirade I think that you have successfully thrown him off our trail for the next few weeks," Edward said dryly.
"I hate you," Catie muttered miserably.
"And I don't understand you at all," Edward said in return. "I've never understood girls, hell, I don't really even know any."
Catie rolled over onto her back. "Really?"
His hair had mostly come out of his braid. He was sitting on the edge of the mattress, his back to her. "Yeah. I mean, there's Winry, but she's like my sister, you know? I don't think of her like I think about you. And everyone else looks at me like I'm their kid or somethin' - not that I'm interested in them, but even if I were having them act like they're some kinda surrogate mom is creepy as fuck." He sighed.
"So what you're saying is, I'm pretty much your only choice to get laid by someone who isn't twice your age," Catie grunted. "Well, you sure know how to make a girl feel wanted, Elric."
"No, what I'm saying is that I don't have the first clue on how you think and I've never had to deal with this before." He groaned, and scrubbed his hands over his face. "Why is all of this so complicated?"
"I don't even know," Catie groaned. She covered her face with both hands. "I mean, my last boyfriends, we were only together a few weeks and they were both assholes of epic, epic proportions. I don't even know why I went with them in the first place, probably just really needed to get laid." She raised her hand and realized that Edward was staring at her curiously. "What?"
"Am I... your boyfriend?"
Catie blinked at him. "Well, if you want to be. We should probably actually, you know, date if we're going to go down that road but, I mean." She was starting to blush, she could feel it already. "Sure?"
He was grinning at her awkwardly. "I think I'd like that."
They were having a moment and Catie was about to turn so red there would be no coming back from it. "Oh, shit," Catie said. "Can we, please, just fuck already? Before we get sidetracked by something else entirely?"
"I can get behind that," Edward muttered, and leaned down to kiss her again.
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Edward really didn't understand girls.
He was learning, though. He had learned where girls were soft and rounded; he had learned where to kiss that elicited groans and where to kiss to get gasps. He had learned how to roll a nipple between his teeth, barely pinching it, and most importantly he had learned how useful his tongue could be.
Catie arched against the bed as he tongued her, one hand on his head and the other clinging to the sheets above her head. Edward had his automail arm around her leg to hold her down, and two fingers inside of her. He was trying his hardest to make her come right now, before they even got to the good stuff, because that was almost as fun as the good stuff.
She had called him a brat, and she had said that she hated him ... but she had also kinda called him her boyfriend. He'd never been a boyfriend before. In that all-too-brief time he'd had before Roy had never referred to him as anything of the sort; they just were, and then they were not.
It gave him a funny, butterflies-in-stomach feeling. It wasn't quite as good as the oh-man-we're-gonna-have-sex butterflies-in-stomach feeling, but it was still warm and pleasant, and he wanted to make her come many, many times to compensate for it.
And then she let out a loud moan, her fingers twisting in his hair almost painfully as she came, his face still buried between her legs. Her fingers went slack and she fell back against the bed.
Edward extricated her fingers from his hair and got up, and she shifted a little and watched him lazily, through hooded eyes. He really couldn't decide if he felt weird about this or not - it was a little late for taking it back, as he'd already lost count of the amount of times that they'd had sex. But the way that she was watching him - he felt helpless against it.
He was so hard, that even without having been touched that he wanted inside of her. Edward gripped her hips tightly and slotted their bodies together. Catie exhaled a low noise as he entered her, and then tightened on him as he settled.
"Okay?" he asked, bracing himself on one arm above her, the other supporting her hips. It even surprised him how husky his voice sounded when he spoke like that. Their faces were barely a hand span apart.
She wet her lips and nodded as he leaned down and kissed her. How long had it been since they did this? A week? Two weeks? It felt like a lifetime. Edward moved slowly at first, savoring the noises he was getting out of her but his own desperation won out faster than he had hoped. There was nothing quite like it, the wet, warm, tight heat that surrounded him. He was practically drowning in it; Edward shifted and wrapped his arms around her, rocking into her with urgency.
Catie was gasping something, it might have been a chorus of his name but he was past the point of hearing it. Her hands scraped over his back as she fought to hold on to him as he came; her legs were locked around him so tightly that even if he had wanted to pull out it wasn't going to happen.
He pressed his forehead to Catie's shoulder, panting. He was still inside her, and he hadn't gone completely soft yet. Catie rocked her hips up against him and groaned appreciatively. "We're not done, yet, right?" Catie grunted. She was moving her hips in circles, moving him inside of her and fuck, that was going to get him hard again faster than he was expecting.
"No," he grunted, lifting his head up and kissing her again. The phone rang again, and they both looked over at the bed stand.
"I'm not answering that," Edward said, against her mouth. He could still hear Mustang's smug tone in his ear - How does this arrangement suit you, Fullmetal? - and had to do his best not to snarl.
"Good," Catie groaned. "Now do me harder. And this time, don't hold back."
Edward tentatively bit the soft skin of her neck in order to hide his grin. That, he could definitely do.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Three Alchemists
Characters/Pairing: Ed/Kit
Rating: NSFW
Length: 2610
Summary: Some days, Ed thinks that Roy is messing with him. Most of the time, he's right.
Catie stood in the doorway to the hotel's room, duffel bag slung over her shoulder and hands akimbo on her hips. "You know, I really think Mustang might be on to us."
"I don't know if he's on to us, or if he wants to humiliate me as much as possible and that he figures implying we're a couple if we're actually not will lead to the most epic shitfit I've thrown in the office in a while," Edward said with a frown. "So what do you think? Should I call him and freak out, or just let him stew in silence for a while?" Edward slung his suitcase on one of the chairs in the really rather nice hotel room.
Catie closed the door behind her and took her duffel bag off. "I say let him stew. He's probably expecting us to both freak the fuck out. If we have radio silence, he won't have a clue in hell what's going on."
"Yeah, but I bet by now someone has rung Mustang and let him know we've checked in," Edward pointed out. "Radio silence would be pretty much confirming that it doesn't bother us."
"So what?" Catie kicked her boots off and walked over to the bed. "Let him wonder. Besides, look at this bed. This is, like, three times the size of MY bed."
"Yeah," Edward looked around the room again. "I think this is nicest hotel room I've ever seen in my life."
"Leave it to Mustang to decide to fuck with us by renting out the nicest room in the joint," Catie cackled, jumping up on the bed. She bounced on it, her feet leaving the mattress entirely. "Check out how bouncy this mattress is! I bet you could fucking float this thing on the river."
Edward watched her jump around on the bed with one eye as he shrugged off his coat and laid it over his suitcase. "Well, there are maybe other things we could do to test the buoyancy of the mattress," he said thoughtfully.
Catie dropped onto her ass on the bed, bouncing a little as she landed with her legs cocked wide. "Why, Ed, are you proposing that we have sex on this here mattress?" she asked facetiously.
Edward stopped at the edge of the mattress, and Catie grinned at him as he looked her over. Their relationship had become so physical, so quickly, it was still a little unsettling. Catie still occasionally couldn't decide if she wanted to kiss him or smack him. Instead she smirked as he looked at her, his gold eyes flickering up and down her body. He was blushing - it was cute, almost, how tentative he was about this.
If she let herself think about it too much; too deeply she too would start blushing like there was no tomorrow. So she sat up and held out her arms wordlessly. After a long moment, Edward put a knee on the bed and then climbed on top of her.
He kissed wonderfully. It was the one thing that they did even in Central right now - they hardly saw each other outside of these missions that Mustang sent them on, but this time when they got back Edward's brother would be gone and maybe then they could advance this relationship further without Edward panicking. She put her hands on his shoulders as he kissed her slowly; even through two layers she could feel the difference between the ridged metal of his automail and the warm, hard muscle of his flesh.
This was where they lost their shyness. As he kissed her he pressed her back into the bed, laying between her legs. Catie groaned against his mouth as they lay together. His hands were tentative, at first - he still had his gloves on as he framed her face with his hands, lifting his head slightly away.
Catie opened her eyes slowly and smiled up at him. "What's wrong?" She shifted her hand along his shoulder to where the braid lay, heavy and fat against the back of his neck. It wasn't difficult to coax the hair tie free and to start unraveling the plait.
"Mm, nothing's wrong," Edward murmured. He was watching her face carefully, scrutinizing it. "I, just ... you really want to do this again? With me?"
She heaved a great sigh, and then dropped her hands off of his shoulder, putting one on his face and shoving him. "Up, get up," she said.
After a moment's hesitation, Edward did, getting back up on his knees. There was a strange expression on his face, somewhere between confusion and hurt, and Catie sat up as well, bracing herself on one arm. Then she smacked the back of Edward's head with her open palm.
"Hey, ow!" Edward yelped, one hand flying to his head and he winced. "What was THAT for-"
"You are a dumbass," Catie proclaimed. "God, men are dumbasses. All of you, it's a wonder our species doesn't die out from the fact that men are fucking dumbasses." She kicked at him, and Edward yelped again and wisely retreated off of the bed.
"I thought you liked-" Edward started, and Catie pointed at him.
"If you finish that sentence," Catie said. "You are sleeping on the floor and I will have this nice, cushy, giant bed all to my damn self."
Edward rubbed the back of his head, completely flustered. "What do you want me to say?"
Catie scooted to the edge of the bed. "Well, for one, I want you to stop, stop questioning this," she said. "Why do you keep doing that? Of course I want to have sex with you, if I didn't want to have sex with you I wouldn't ask you for it, you ridiculous jackass." She scrubbed both of her hands in her hair. "God I am so frustrated with you I could scream."
"I'm... sorry?"
"And I'm frustrated with myself because I let you have this power over me," Catie said. She dropped her hands to her legs and glared at Edward. "You know I hated you? I thought you were such a brat and I was so pissed that the first thing Mustang did was assign us to go on a mission together. And you are still a brat. AUGH."
Edward was standing there silently, staring at her. Catie groaned aloud. "And what's worse is that I love the way you touch me. You are so fucking good at that, do you have any idea -" she leaned forward, one hand on the mattress between her spread legs. "Do you have any idea how wet you made me just kissing me?"
They stared at each other as the silence after Catie's words stretched out between them. Catie was breathing hard, her face flushed and Edward was just ... watching her. His expression had changed subtlety, and Catie didn't know what had changed about it but it almost seemed more adult than she had ever seen before.
And then, the phone rang.
They both jumped. "There's a - son of a bitch you have got to be kidding me," Edward said as they both tried to locate the source of the ringing. "Of course there would be a phone in here, we can't get two damn minutes away from Mustang and he wants to tighten the fucking collar-"
Catie spotted the telephone well before Edward did, on the bed stand on the other side of the bed. She rolled across the mattress and grabbed the receiver and said "Mustang, you fucking son of a bitch I am going to force-feed you your own TESTICLES when I get back into Central- I don't CARE IF THIS LINE IS TAPPED I AM GOING TO, HEY-"
Edward took the phone away from her and stared, somewhere between amused and horrified, as he cradled the receiver. "Mustang?"
Catie scowled at Edward, who, after a moment's hesitation, grinned at her before turning his back as he spoke quietly into the receiver. She huffed and flopped over on the bed, rolling on her side to present her back as he murmured quietly. Fuck, Mustang and Ed probably planned this whole thing, well fuck them both. Now she was pissed.
Oh, and don't forget horny.
Catie groaned out loud and buried her face in her arm. The only thing that she hadn't said during her outburst at Edward was perhaps the most dangerous four-letter word of all, and she had almost slipped up there as well. She barely even liked him. God, she was going to have to drop-kick Mustang in the crotch. She might be getting some of the best sex she'd ever lucked in to, but the amount of drama might not be worth it.
The click of the receiver made her lift her head, but the mattress bowing in as Edward sat on it got her attention. "So, thanks to your brilliantly timed tirade I think that you have successfully thrown him off our trail for the next few weeks," Edward said dryly.
"I hate you," Catie muttered miserably.
"And I don't understand you at all," Edward said in return. "I've never understood girls, hell, I don't really even know any."
Catie rolled over onto her back. "Really?"
His hair had mostly come out of his braid. He was sitting on the edge of the mattress, his back to her. "Yeah. I mean, there's Winry, but she's like my sister, you know? I don't think of her like I think about you. And everyone else looks at me like I'm their kid or somethin' - not that I'm interested in them, but even if I were having them act like they're some kinda surrogate mom is creepy as fuck." He sighed.
"So what you're saying is, I'm pretty much your only choice to get laid by someone who isn't twice your age," Catie grunted. "Well, you sure know how to make a girl feel wanted, Elric."
"No, what I'm saying is that I don't have the first clue on how you think and I've never had to deal with this before." He groaned, and scrubbed his hands over his face. "Why is all of this so complicated?"
"I don't even know," Catie groaned. She covered her face with both hands. "I mean, my last boyfriends, we were only together a few weeks and they were both assholes of epic, epic proportions. I don't even know why I went with them in the first place, probably just really needed to get laid." She raised her hand and realized that Edward was staring at her curiously. "What?"
"Am I... your boyfriend?"
Catie blinked at him. "Well, if you want to be. We should probably actually, you know, date if we're going to go down that road but, I mean." She was starting to blush, she could feel it already. "Sure?"
He was grinning at her awkwardly. "I think I'd like that."
They were having a moment and Catie was about to turn so red there would be no coming back from it. "Oh, shit," Catie said. "Can we, please, just fuck already? Before we get sidetracked by something else entirely?"
"I can get behind that," Edward muttered, and leaned down to kiss her again.
Edward really didn't understand girls.
He was learning, though. He had learned where girls were soft and rounded; he had learned where to kiss that elicited groans and where to kiss to get gasps. He had learned how to roll a nipple between his teeth, barely pinching it, and most importantly he had learned how useful his tongue could be.
Catie arched against the bed as he tongued her, one hand on his head and the other clinging to the sheets above her head. Edward had his automail arm around her leg to hold her down, and two fingers inside of her. He was trying his hardest to make her come right now, before they even got to the good stuff, because that was almost as fun as the good stuff.
She had called him a brat, and she had said that she hated him ... but she had also kinda called him her boyfriend. He'd never been a boyfriend before. In that all-too-brief time he'd had before Roy had never referred to him as anything of the sort; they just were, and then they were not.
It gave him a funny, butterflies-in-stomach feeling. It wasn't quite as good as the oh-man-we're-gonna-have-sex butterflies-in-stomach feeling, but it was still warm and pleasant, and he wanted to make her come many, many times to compensate for it.
And then she let out a loud moan, her fingers twisting in his hair almost painfully as she came, his face still buried between her legs. Her fingers went slack and she fell back against the bed.
Edward extricated her fingers from his hair and got up, and she shifted a little and watched him lazily, through hooded eyes. He really couldn't decide if he felt weird about this or not - it was a little late for taking it back, as he'd already lost count of the amount of times that they'd had sex. But the way that she was watching him - he felt helpless against it.
He was so hard, that even without having been touched that he wanted inside of her. Edward gripped her hips tightly and slotted their bodies together. Catie exhaled a low noise as he entered her, and then tightened on him as he settled.
"Okay?" he asked, bracing himself on one arm above her, the other supporting her hips. It even surprised him how husky his voice sounded when he spoke like that. Their faces were barely a hand span apart.
She wet her lips and nodded as he leaned down and kissed her. How long had it been since they did this? A week? Two weeks? It felt like a lifetime. Edward moved slowly at first, savoring the noises he was getting out of her but his own desperation won out faster than he had hoped. There was nothing quite like it, the wet, warm, tight heat that surrounded him. He was practically drowning in it; Edward shifted and wrapped his arms around her, rocking into her with urgency.
Catie was gasping something, it might have been a chorus of his name but he was past the point of hearing it. Her hands scraped over his back as she fought to hold on to him as he came; her legs were locked around him so tightly that even if he had wanted to pull out it wasn't going to happen.
He pressed his forehead to Catie's shoulder, panting. He was still inside her, and he hadn't gone completely soft yet. Catie rocked her hips up against him and groaned appreciatively. "We're not done, yet, right?" Catie grunted. She was moving her hips in circles, moving him inside of her and fuck, that was going to get him hard again faster than he was expecting.
"No," he grunted, lifting his head up and kissing her again. The phone rang again, and they both looked over at the bed stand.
"I'm not answering that," Edward said, against her mouth. He could still hear Mustang's smug tone in his ear - How does this arrangement suit you, Fullmetal? - and had to do his best not to snarl.
"Good," Catie groaned. "Now do me harder. And this time, don't hold back."
Edward tentatively bit the soft skin of her neck in order to hide his grin. That, he could definitely do.
