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storypaint) wrote2009-04-08 01:40 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-04-08 01:40 pm
Handcrafted (Riza/Winry)
Title: Handcrafted
Length: 238 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic: Fullmetal Alchemist, Riza/Winry, hands
Pairing: Riza/Winry established relationship
Other: PG for sexual themes
Excerpt: They both have rough hands, even when they wear their gloves, and the friction is rough and delicious when Riza leans forward and runs her fingers down Winry's cheek.
They both have rough hands, even when they wear their gloves, and the friction is rough and delicious when Riza leans forward and runs her fingers down Winry's cheek. It's been a long week in both of their professions. Winry brought a wrench to the table and had been using it to gesture with as she complained about her recent difficult repair; Riza has paper stacked beside her, a reminder of the work to do. Neither of them will be going to sleep until late.
Later, it's back to work, to the activity that roughens Winry's hands (and Riza's when she holds her firearm: gun calluses). But for the moment, Winry shuts her eyes and concentrates on Riza's hands as the militarywoman's fingers dip down and slide across her shoulderblades, across her biceps, pausing to circle at the crook of her elbow before cascading down to sensitive wrists. Riza lifts one of Winry's hands and kisses her between forefinger and thumb, sucking gently and deliberately. Winry breathes loudly for a moment, in her throat, and then she's pulling her hand away and making Riza kiss her instead, letting the alchemist's fingers play with the edge of her breastband, feeling the tiny shocks of pleasure as Riza's fingertips collide with sensitive flesh.
Later they will work with steady hands, with skillful hands, but right now, those hands will be employed at something they both enjoy.
Length: 238 words
Prompt:
comment_fic: Fullmetal Alchemist, Riza/Winry, handsPairing: Riza/Winry established relationship
Other: PG for sexual themes
Excerpt: They both have rough hands, even when they wear their gloves, and the friction is rough and delicious when Riza leans forward and runs her fingers down Winry's cheek.
They both have rough hands, even when they wear their gloves, and the friction is rough and delicious when Riza leans forward and runs her fingers down Winry's cheek. It's been a long week in both of their professions. Winry brought a wrench to the table and had been using it to gesture with as she complained about her recent difficult repair; Riza has paper stacked beside her, a reminder of the work to do. Neither of them will be going to sleep until late.
Later, it's back to work, to the activity that roughens Winry's hands (and Riza's when she holds her firearm: gun calluses). But for the moment, Winry shuts her eyes and concentrates on Riza's hands as the militarywoman's fingers dip down and slide across her shoulderblades, across her biceps, pausing to circle at the crook of her elbow before cascading down to sensitive wrists. Riza lifts one of Winry's hands and kisses her between forefinger and thumb, sucking gently and deliberately. Winry breathes loudly for a moment, in her throat, and then she's pulling her hand away and making Riza kiss her instead, letting the alchemist's fingers play with the edge of her breastband, feeling the tiny shocks of pleasure as Riza's fingertips collide with sensitive flesh.
Later they will work with steady hands, with skillful hands, but right now, those hands will be employed at something they both enjoy.
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