Catarina (catdevigri) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2011-07-17 17:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 2011 eight characters challenge, author: catdevigri, crossover: fma/miss don't touch me, pairing: blanche/winry |
Sneak an Eyeful (Fullmetal Alchemist/Miss Don't Touch Me, Blanche/Winry)
Title: Sneak an Eyeful
Author: catdevigri
Fandom: Crossover - Fullmetal Alchemist x Miss Don't Touch Me
Pairing/characters: Winry/Blanche, Winry/Ed
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Voyeurism, prostitution
Word count: 490
Prompt/challenge you're answering: Blanche knows it's not polite to eavesdrop on Winry, but he/she just can't help herself
Ever since Winry had learned about the one-way windows into all the rooms at the Pompadour, she had found herself simultaneously fascinated by and paranoid over them. What if someone was watching while she service a customer with her tools? Not just sort of passing by for security reasons, but really, deeply watching? Wouldn't that be kind of creepy? ...Or would it be hot? Thinking about it posed a terrible conundrum.
"Winry, why is your face all red?" Blanche asked. "Is the coffee really that hot?"
"It's a little early in the morning to be perving out, Winry," one of the other girls teased. There were giggled all around the table, but Blanche felt as if she were blushing harder than Winry at that suggestion.
"No, it's not like that," Winry plucked at her collar, "I'm just overdressed for this temperature."
"Hey, don't suffer for our sake!" someone said, "Take your top off!"
To general squawks and shrieks of approval, Winry complied.
Normally Blanche didn't watch the other girls when they worked. It didn't interest her, nor did it seem particularly polite. Just as Blanche had no interest in engaging in traditional intercourse with any man who chose to pay for her, she, likewise, had no desire to watch her more conventional counterparts do so. Winry, Blanche had heard, was not one of those girls. She brought in certain types of customers. She had a specialty, and Blanche wanted to learn what it was.
With no one there to see her and no one on her calendar, Blanche wrapped up her conversation with Rose and gradually allowed herself to fade into the wallpaper in preparation to sneak off along the secret corridors. Winry had left ten minutes ago with a young man whose slightly odd manner of walking suggested he might be hiding some sort of prosthetic leg.
With one last cautious glance, Blanche made her way upstairs and into the secret pathway. ...Which room was Winry's...? She moved purposefully, but not too fast, heels clicking on the silent floor. There was muffled quiet behind the glass. There was plenty of visual evidence of noise on the other side.
Goodness. That blond youth really did have a prosthetic leg. And arm too, it turned out. Blanche was glad there was no one who could see how her mouth had opened up in shock. There was nothing bad about it, but wasn't he a bit young to have served in the war? Wait. Wait a minute, what was Winry doing with his false leg? Oh. Wow.
It was times like these that Blanche really felt like the blushing virgin that the other girls often laughed at her for being. Of course, even if she wasn't interested in trying it herself, what Winry and her golden-haired customer were doing was also really hot. It was one of those downsides to eavesdropping that she didn't have any reasonable excuse to ask about it.