Fullmetal Alchemist (Three Alchemists) - Study [EdKit]

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Title: study
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Three Alchemists
Characters/Pairing: Ed/Kit
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 2437
Summary: "I want to know how being a doctor of alchemy makes any sense at all."

"It's a doctor of philosophy."

Edward waved his hand in the air. "You're studying alchemic theory."

"Ed, please. I'm working on my thesis here. Leave me alone."

"How can you be a doctor of alchemy?" Edward asked suddenly, leaning back against the sofa, several manila folders open on his lap. The question had come after a good hour of silence, where Edward was reading through dossiers and Catie sat cross-legged on the couch, a book in her lap and two more full of marked-off pages within easy reach.

"It's not a doctor of alchemy," Catie said around her pencil. "It's a doctor of philosophy."

"That's even stranger."

Catie marked a few notes in her book with the pencil, not even looking up. "You didn't even finish primary, I don't want to hear it."

Edward leaned his head back on the sofa and stared up at Catie, until she looked up from her research notes and sighed. "Don't give me the puppy-dog eyes, Ed, I'm not falling for them." He did not let up, and she sighed a second time. "I don't even know what you WANT."

"I want to know how being a doctor of alchemy makes any sense at all."

"It's a doctor of philosophy."

Edward waved his hand in the air. "You're studying alchemic theory."

"Ed, please. I'm working on my thesis here. Leave me alone."

Edward slid his manila folders aside and turned, getting up on his knees and putting his elbows on the sofa cushion. Catie rolled her eyes, and marked her page in the book. "You know," Edward said, his chin in his hand as he read Catie's notes sideways. "When I first accepted my commission, they made me an' Al both test out of both primary and secondary school. It was one of the conditions to letting me in the military."

"What would they have done if you didn't pass those tests?" She could not help herself, now she was intrigued. She watched Edward's eyes flick over the lines of her shorthand, absorbing her writing faster than she could - and she was the one who had written it.

"Dunno," Edward said. "We didn't have to worry about that, did we?"

"Guess not." He was really far too pretty. Catie felt that twisting in the pit of her stomach she got when she thought too much about it. Edward was concentrating on her writing, and was not even conscious of wetting his lips. Catie saw it, though. "I always wondered about it. Same with the military academy. They really did not make you take any classes?"

"Not even remedial," Edward looked up at her finally. He needed a shave; the fine blond hair on his face had darkened to a visible gold color. He could usually get away with it for a few days before it became really obvious - one of the up sides to the extraordinary light color of his hair. She touched his face and he let her, rubbing the pad of her thumb over his cheekbone. "Benefits of being me, I suppose."

"Benefits of being a genius," Catie said with a sigh. "Some of us have to work hard for our notoriety." She glanced down at her notes. "Or our doctorates."

"Kit," Edward said. "You're almost ten years younger than the majority of the people in your program."

"Yeah, and if you put your mind to it you probably could have had one by fifteen."

"Probably." Edward was not modest about his intelligence, and that was something Catie was grateful for. "Also, I probably would have been thrown out of university on to my ass the first time I blew something up."

Catie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I could see it going that way. You do have this propensity for destroying everything in your path." She giggled. "Did you ever think about going into construction? Or rather, deconstruction."

"Oh ha ha," Edward huffed, sitting back down on his ass. "How long until you're done with your thesis?"

"Hell, probably another two, three months? And then there's the lab work."

"What are you working on, anyway?" He glanced back over his shoulder at her, and Catie self-consciously closed her notes.

"If I tell you, you'll want to help and that's cheating," Catie told him.

"It is not cheating."

"It is where you're concerned," Catie said primly. "This is my degree, I want to earn it on my own merits, not yours." She slid forward on the couch, hooking her legs over his shoulders, and Edward lifted one hand, resting it on her shin. "I'll let you look it over before I submit it," she promised. "Once my lab work is done."

"And what if your conclusions are wrong?"

"It's theoretical alchemy, not practical."

"But theoretical alchemy IS practical, what applications of alchemy are there that can't be tested with a simple transmutation circle?" Catie groaned, and then bounced her heel off of his chest. "Ow! What was that for?"

"You're thinking too hard about it."

"But it really doesn't make any sense. OW, stop that!"

"Quit trying to conflate theoretical alchemy with practical and I'll stop."

"But-"

"ED."

Edward sighed, but Catie could tell he was amused. "Okay, fine, I won't bother you with your play-alchemy." He hissed in a breath, waiting for the blow, but it did not come. "You know, sometimes you are decidedly un-cute."

"Well it's too late, buster, because you're stuck with me." Catie leaned forward, and looked at the mess of papers Edward had created around himself. "What did Sheska send home with you this week?"

"More dossiers," Edward said with a heavy sigh. "Trying to create a new department from scratch is a pain in the ass. Wanna switch jobs?"

Catie laughed, and pulled at the hair tie in Edward's hair. "Nah, I like that you have to deal with all that." She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling the trapped ponytail free. Edward laid his head back against her leg as she combed through the long gold strands. "I think your hair is longer than mine again, I swear it grows like weeds."

"Are you suitably distracted now?" Edward asked innocently, as Catie ran his hair through her fingers.

"Distracted?" Catie repeated. She jumped slightly as Edward sat up, and then turned on his knees, between her legs still. His face was just faintly flushed, and he was staring up at her with an expression she had seen so many times previously. Catie's stomach twisted and Edward's hands settled on her thighs. "Oh," she said softly. "I suppose I could do with a little more ... distraction."

"Good," Edward said. "Would you prefer to be distracted here, or maybe," he leaned in a bit closer, his hair now loose and framing his face, with the faint whiskers it was giving him the air of an ill-kept sage. "You would prefer the bedroom?"

"What I prefer," Catie said, grabbing Edward by the collar and pulling him up to her, "is that you get up here and kiss me, already." He obliged, hands on the back of the couch and trapping her in place as he kissed her slowly. Catie exhaled and opened her eyes slowly when Edward raised his head, one eyebrow cocked as he watched her.

"Well?" Edward murmured, brushing some of her bangs away from her face gently, with his automail hand. "What do you think?"

"I think," Catie said, starting in on the buttons of his dress shirt. "That maybe we ought to take this to the bedroom after all, I don't want to get your spunk on my research notes again."

"Right," Edward said, kissing the side of her neck. "Bedroom it is, then."

#

Catie pressed her shoulders into the mattress as Edward put his fingers inside of her again, spreading them this time, and pressing them against her inner walls. He was doing this to watch her thrash, she knew it, and she could not help as her hips jerked up again when he found just the right angle inside of her.

There were books on the bed again, of course there were; Edward had dropped her onto the book-free side and proceeded to knock them all off onto the floor. Catie was going to protest this, just as she had protested his seeming fascination with not letting her just walk to the bedroom, but as soon as he knocked everything to the floor he was on top of her, kissing and touching and groping and it was all lost in a blur.

Edward was a tactile beast, he loved to touch and test and taste. Catie had no complaint with this, especially not when he buried his face between her legs like he had currently. He was exceptionally good with his tongue, and Catie twisted, trying simultaneously to get away and impale herself harder on his fingers.

He lifted his head and laughed at her, and Catie stuck her tongue out at him. "I like it when you make noise for me," Edward said, pressing three fingers inside of her. She gasped, her hips again rising from the mattress of their own volition. "C'mon now, louder."

"The neighbors," Catie protested weakly as Edward lifted his head again.

"Clearly they need to get laid more," Edward said simply. "Oh, I have an idea."

Catie lay back on the bed, panting a little, her head almost off the side of the mattress. Edward had gotten to his feet, and she watched him, tracking him across the room as he opened a few drawers in the dresser. "What are you doing?" Catie asked, her hand slipping between her legs to keep up the stimulation.

"Found it," Edward said, one of the drawers on Catie's side of the dresser open. He held up the vibrator that Winry had sent her ages ago. Its vibration function had dulled with time, but Catie was far too fond of it to get rid of the thing.

"Ed, it barely works," Catie said, as Edward returned to the bed. She sat up on her elbows, about to rebuke him further when Edward began to give the dildo a very thorough blow job. "...oh," Catie said weakly, watching him work.

He raised his eyes to her, his face flushed and grin wicked as he took the dildo out of his mouth. "Enjoying the show?" he almost purred and Catie flushed scarlet.

"You ass," Catie snapped, and then in a single motion Edward pressed the head of the dildo against her and penetrated her.

It surprised her enough that Catie fell back against the bed, hands clawing at the sheets as Edward pushed it entirely in. "Mm, it's a large one, isn't it?" he said as he toyed with it, twisting it slightly inside her. "Too bad the vibration function on it is busted, I should get Winry to look at that."

Catie gasped something, mostly incoherent, to the ceiling. Edward reclined on one hand, still grinning wickedly. "Still not loud enough," he said.

"Fuck you," Catie groaned.

Edward slid off the bed and again Catie raised her head, this time he was unhooking his trousers. "Get over here," Catie said, making an ineffective grab at his trousers. She got him by the hip, though, and waited patiently for Edward to divest himself of both trousers and boxers. Then, with one hand pressing the dildo inside her, she began to give him a very thorough, if upside down, blow job.

There was an art to sucking cock that Catie was still mastering, but Edward had little complaint. He covered her hand on his hip with his own, the other steadying his cock for her, since her other hand was occupied with the dildo. Catie swallowed as much of him as she could manage in this awkward position, and Edward gave her little encouraging groans and she sucked and licked along the underside of him.

Catie sighed him out, letting the tip of him rest on his cheek as she looked up. "This is great and all," she said, "but can you PLEASE fuck me? I would like to come sometime tonight."

"Well," Edward said. "Since you asked nicely."

She did not mind Edward getting rough, and had even encouraged it upon occasion, so she had no complaints about getting tossed roughly onto her stomach on the bed. The dildo was still buried deep inside her, but she was so wet it was sheer willpower keeping it in.

Edward fucked her with it for a bit, before tiring of that and replacing the metal dildo with his warm cock. Catie gasped into the pillows as he filled her, and Edward pulled her up to her hands and knees. "Good?" Edward said, nipping at her ear as he spoke. Catie thought about a clever, snarky response, but settled on a moan as Edward moved.

He balanced on one arm, the other kneading one of her breasts as their bodies moved against each other. Catie tightened on him as he pulled out, and Edward thrust in harder, at a steeper angle.

And then Catie was over the edge, the motion and angle just perfect, sending her entire body into a spasm as she came. Edward had gotten good at this, anticipating, and pressed his hand over her mound as he pushed deeper, and her body clenched up on him before releasing again. Clear fluids ran down Catie's legs as she came, and Edward resumed thrusting as Catie buried her sobs in the pillow. He gave her no respite until he too climaxed, their bodies locked together.

Catie was shaking as Edward withdrew, sliding out of her with a wet sound. "Fuck," he said reverently. "We should have put a towel down."

She dropped face-first onto the bed, still shuddering from the intensity of the orgasm. Edward leaned over her and brushed her hair aside, kissing her shoulder and her neck. "Are you all right?" he asked, slightly concerned.

Catie mumbled into the pillow, and Edward got his hand batted away as she lifted her head. "I don't know if I'm mad at you or not," she huffed.

"Mad?" Edward said, surprised.

"Fuck," Catie groaned, lifting her hips. "That was amazing, by the way." She grabbed Edward by the bangs and pulled him down into an intense kiss. After several long moments, Edward lifted his head, one thought still on his mind.

"Why are you mad?"