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said_scarlett) wrote2007-01-03 07:30 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2007-01-03 07:30 pm
After The Outing; NC-17; Winry/Ross
Title: After The Outing
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
theladyfeylene
Pairing: Winry/Maria Ross
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Word Count: 1307
Kinks: Stockings, hints of crossdressing
Summary: Maria was a woman unlike any other. Winry had never met another woman like her, and never would again. And Maria was all hers.
Maria Ross looked awkward in skirts. Feminine clothing seemed out of place and ill fitting on her lean, boyish form. Even the modern short dresses, backless to show off her lean muscles and broad shoulders, didn’t suit her. A short black hem, ending above her knees, just looked strange.
Winry preferred Maria in slacks and button down shirts, the kind that flattered her masculine figure. Or tight, form fitting trousers that displayed the muscles of her legs and thin strapped sleeveless shirts, snug and clinging to her small breasts and hard stomach.
But for an evening out at the theater, Maria had worn a dress. Short and black and modern, but still Winry didn’t think it suited her.
“I think that’s enough culture to last me for a year.”
Maria sank into a chair and kicked off her shoes. Her short black hair was slicked smooth, a single stray piece curled against her temple. Winry toed off her own shoes and stretched out on the floor, not caring much if she wrinkled her evening dress.
“It was still nice to get out,” she said, eyes traveling the length of Maria’s calf. Maria’s legs were encased in sheer black stockings, thigh high. Those, Winry decided, suited Maria well. They accented the line of her legs.
Maria had a beautiful body.
“What are you staring at?”
“You.” Winry grinned and sat up. She crossed her legs and reached for Maria’s foot, pulling it into her lap.
“Don’t tell me two hours of chorus girls prancing around on stage got you excited?”
Winry just laughed. She felt along the curve of Maria’s ankle, sheer stocking and skin warming under her fingers. She’d always known that the dark haired soldier wasn’t like other women. But Winry wasn’t like other women, either.
“You look pretty ridiculous in that dress,” Winry finally said, running her fingers along Maria’s calf.
“I know. Never liked the things. Next time, I’m wearing a suit.”
“But then you couldn’t wear these….” Winry tugged gently on the fabric of Maria’s stockings, snapping it lightly.
“You like those?” Maria chuckled. “They’re uncomfortable, you know.”
“They are not.” Winry grinned and leaned forward, taking the fabric between her teeth and snapping it once more. “You just hate dressing like a girl.”
“We can’t all pull it off as well as you.”
“Mmm,” was all Winry said. She liked the way Maria’s legs felt, snug in sheer stockings. She kissed along the older woman’s calf, up to her knee. The stockings went all the way up to her thighs. “You don’t need to dress like a girl,” Winry mumbled, her hands reaching up to push at Maria’s skirt.
“What are you up to?”
“What do you think?” Winry had the skirt bunched around Maria’s hips now. Slinky black dress, high heeled shoes, sheer stockings… and plain white cotton briefs, standard military issue. Winry had to smile. Maria cared more about comfort than looking sexy. But Maria didn’t need to try and look sexy. She was sexy, no matter what she did or what she wore.
Winry’s mouth had reached Maria’s thigh. She was nearly at the top of the stockings. She leaned forward onto her knees, abandoning the skirt for the top. It tied behind the neck. Winry struggled with it, licking along the top of one stocking as she tried to untie the stubborn dress.
“Here.” Maria untied it herself. Winry’s hands were batted away and she felt the fabric fall. Finally! She didn’t waste a moment before her hands were on Maria’s breasts, kneading them. Maria had wonderful breasts. High and proud and small, perfect handfuls. Winry had never seen a woman built like Maria before, so hard and flat.
“I didn’t lock the…door, you know…” Maria gasped out as Winry teased her nipples.
“So?” Winry was above the stockings now, licking at the soft skin at the top of Maria’s thighs.
“So? What if… What if Denny drops by?”
“Then he’ll see something that’ll keep him warm at night for the next decade.” Winry looked up and grinned. “Relax.” Maria worried too much. She worried people would find out they were more than just friends. Worried that people would find out why she didn’t look right in skirts and dresses. It was different in the military than back home in Rizenbool. Back home, whispered rumors couldn’t hurt you. Winry was the best automail mechanic this side of Rush Valley, gossip about who kept her warm at night wouldn’t hurt business. But Maria had to be careful.
They were careful. Winry gave another wink and returned to Maria’s thighs, pulling aside the plain cotton underthings and slipping her finger along Maria’s slick pink skin. The older woman was already wet. Winry teased and stroked with her fingers, running the calloused tips of her fingers along the length of Maria’s smooth cunt. She pursed her lips, concentrating on what her fingers were doing. Maria was panting softly, legs open and hands gripping the arms of the chair.
Winry couldn’t imagine touching a man like this. She’d thought about it, when she was younger, but now… She slid her fingers inside of Maria, curling them gently, feeling the warmth and tightness of the other woman around her. She bit her lower lip, working her fingers deeper. Maria arched and twisted, gasping loudly. How could it ever be like this with a boy?
Fingers still pistoning in and out of Maria, Winry leaned down and flicked her tongue across that sensitive spot that always drove the other woman wild. She leaned into the other woman, eager and indelicate, not bothering with finesse just wanting to touch and taste.
Soon, though, both women were on the floor, skirts around their hips. Winry stretched out on her back, Maria stretched on top of her, face buried between her thighs. The thin gauze of Winry’s blue evening gown was torn, but she didn’t care. It could be mended. Maria was licking her with a wild abandon that threatened to send Winy over the edge. The soft sheer stockings were pressed against Winry’s shoulders, sliding against her. She ran her fingers along them, following them up to grip the flat planes of Maria’s buttocks. She could barely keep her own lips on the slick surface of Maria’s cunt, could barely return the pleasure as the other woman drove her tongue into her, fucking her with her tongue. Winry came so quickly, her silk evening gown clinging to her breasts, plastered against her skin with sweat. And Maria kept going, kept teasing her, kept sending waves of pleasure through her body. She was breathless and hot and it felt so good!
Winry didn’t know how many times she came, stretched out on the floor of Maria Ross’ apartment. Maria’s tongue and fingers brought her to climax again and again and again until they were both sore and aching and exhausted.
“Shower?” she suggested, laying on her back and breathing heavily.
“Shower,” Maria agreed, stripping off the disheveled dress. She stood in nothing but her black sheer stockings, the muscles in her thighs and buttocks tight. Her short black hair was mussed, sexily tousled from the long romp. She was amazing, so sleek and hard and smooth. Every muscle was clearly defined, tight under her pale skin. The black of the stockings against her pale coloring was striking, she was a portrait in monochrome. Winry only stared, watching that sweat slicked, stocking clad body as it moved towards the bathroom.
There was no one in the world like Maria Ross.
Author:
theladyfeylenePairing: Winry/Maria Ross
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Word Count: 1307
Kinks: Stockings, hints of crossdressing
Summary: Maria was a woman unlike any other. Winry had never met another woman like her, and never would again. And Maria was all hers.
Maria Ross looked awkward in skirts. Feminine clothing seemed out of place and ill fitting on her lean, boyish form. Even the modern short dresses, backless to show off her lean muscles and broad shoulders, didn’t suit her. A short black hem, ending above her knees, just looked strange.
Winry preferred Maria in slacks and button down shirts, the kind that flattered her masculine figure. Or tight, form fitting trousers that displayed the muscles of her legs and thin strapped sleeveless shirts, snug and clinging to her small breasts and hard stomach.
But for an evening out at the theater, Maria had worn a dress. Short and black and modern, but still Winry didn’t think it suited her.
“I think that’s enough culture to last me for a year.”
Maria sank into a chair and kicked off her shoes. Her short black hair was slicked smooth, a single stray piece curled against her temple. Winry toed off her own shoes and stretched out on the floor, not caring much if she wrinkled her evening dress.
“It was still nice to get out,” she said, eyes traveling the length of Maria’s calf. Maria’s legs were encased in sheer black stockings, thigh high. Those, Winry decided, suited Maria well. They accented the line of her legs.
Maria had a beautiful body.
“What are you staring at?”
“You.” Winry grinned and sat up. She crossed her legs and reached for Maria’s foot, pulling it into her lap.
“Don’t tell me two hours of chorus girls prancing around on stage got you excited?”
Winry just laughed. She felt along the curve of Maria’s ankle, sheer stocking and skin warming under her fingers. She’d always known that the dark haired soldier wasn’t like other women. But Winry wasn’t like other women, either.
“You look pretty ridiculous in that dress,” Winry finally said, running her fingers along Maria’s calf.
“I know. Never liked the things. Next time, I’m wearing a suit.”
“But then you couldn’t wear these….” Winry tugged gently on the fabric of Maria’s stockings, snapping it lightly.
“You like those?” Maria chuckled. “They’re uncomfortable, you know.”
“They are not.” Winry grinned and leaned forward, taking the fabric between her teeth and snapping it once more. “You just hate dressing like a girl.”
“We can’t all pull it off as well as you.”
“Mmm,” was all Winry said. She liked the way Maria’s legs felt, snug in sheer stockings. She kissed along the older woman’s calf, up to her knee. The stockings went all the way up to her thighs. “You don’t need to dress like a girl,” Winry mumbled, her hands reaching up to push at Maria’s skirt.
“What are you up to?”
“What do you think?” Winry had the skirt bunched around Maria’s hips now. Slinky black dress, high heeled shoes, sheer stockings… and plain white cotton briefs, standard military issue. Winry had to smile. Maria cared more about comfort than looking sexy. But Maria didn’t need to try and look sexy. She was sexy, no matter what she did or what she wore.
Winry’s mouth had reached Maria’s thigh. She was nearly at the top of the stockings. She leaned forward onto her knees, abandoning the skirt for the top. It tied behind the neck. Winry struggled with it, licking along the top of one stocking as she tried to untie the stubborn dress.
“Here.” Maria untied it herself. Winry’s hands were batted away and she felt the fabric fall. Finally! She didn’t waste a moment before her hands were on Maria’s breasts, kneading them. Maria had wonderful breasts. High and proud and small, perfect handfuls. Winry had never seen a woman built like Maria before, so hard and flat.
“I didn’t lock the…door, you know…” Maria gasped out as Winry teased her nipples.
“So?” Winry was above the stockings now, licking at the soft skin at the top of Maria’s thighs.
“So? What if… What if Denny drops by?”
“Then he’ll see something that’ll keep him warm at night for the next decade.” Winry looked up and grinned. “Relax.” Maria worried too much. She worried people would find out they were more than just friends. Worried that people would find out why she didn’t look right in skirts and dresses. It was different in the military than back home in Rizenbool. Back home, whispered rumors couldn’t hurt you. Winry was the best automail mechanic this side of Rush Valley, gossip about who kept her warm at night wouldn’t hurt business. But Maria had to be careful.
They were careful. Winry gave another wink and returned to Maria’s thighs, pulling aside the plain cotton underthings and slipping her finger along Maria’s slick pink skin. The older woman was already wet. Winry teased and stroked with her fingers, running the calloused tips of her fingers along the length of Maria’s smooth cunt. She pursed her lips, concentrating on what her fingers were doing. Maria was panting softly, legs open and hands gripping the arms of the chair.
Winry couldn’t imagine touching a man like this. She’d thought about it, when she was younger, but now… She slid her fingers inside of Maria, curling them gently, feeling the warmth and tightness of the other woman around her. She bit her lower lip, working her fingers deeper. Maria arched and twisted, gasping loudly. How could it ever be like this with a boy?
Fingers still pistoning in and out of Maria, Winry leaned down and flicked her tongue across that sensitive spot that always drove the other woman wild. She leaned into the other woman, eager and indelicate, not bothering with finesse just wanting to touch and taste.
Soon, though, both women were on the floor, skirts around their hips. Winry stretched out on her back, Maria stretched on top of her, face buried between her thighs. The thin gauze of Winry’s blue evening gown was torn, but she didn’t care. It could be mended. Maria was licking her with a wild abandon that threatened to send Winy over the edge. The soft sheer stockings were pressed against Winry’s shoulders, sliding against her. She ran her fingers along them, following them up to grip the flat planes of Maria’s buttocks. She could barely keep her own lips on the slick surface of Maria’s cunt, could barely return the pleasure as the other woman drove her tongue into her, fucking her with her tongue. Winry came so quickly, her silk evening gown clinging to her breasts, plastered against her skin with sweat. And Maria kept going, kept teasing her, kept sending waves of pleasure through her body. She was breathless and hot and it felt so good!
Winry didn’t know how many times she came, stretched out on the floor of Maria Ross’ apartment. Maria’s tongue and fingers brought her to climax again and again and again until they were both sore and aching and exhausted.
“Shower?” she suggested, laying on her back and breathing heavily.
“Shower,” Maria agreed, stripping off the disheveled dress. She stood in nothing but her black sheer stockings, the muscles in her thighs and buttocks tight. Her short black hair was mussed, sexily tousled from the long romp. She was amazing, so sleek and hard and smooth. Every muscle was clearly defined, tight under her pale skin. The black of the stockings against her pale coloring was striking, she was a portrait in monochrome. Winry only stared, watching that sweat slicked, stocking clad body as it moved towards the bathroom.
There was no one in the world like Maria Ross.