[Edward Elric, Riza Hawkeye MA] Pandora's Box: A Time of Need
Character/Series: Edward Elric, Riza Hawkeye; AU to the original series Rating: MA Notes: Written based on the 'what if' idea that Ed had never been able to bind Al's soul to the armor. Please heed all warnings. A brief fanfic to go with Chapter 10, written way back in 2007 as a birthday present for yuuo Title: Pandora's Box: A Time of Need Author: emilie_burns Word Count: 497 Summary: That was why she loved him.
A Time of Need
and if you don't love me now you will never love me again i can still hear you saying you would never break the chain -Fleetwood Mac
The conditions which presented the environment was a necessity. Assigned to guard him, to stay with him as close as possible, the military's budget putting them in the same bed.
The affair was an accident, borne out of a desperate, hungry need for contact, for solace, out of the desire to do anything humanly possible to drive away the darkness.
Somewhere along the way, it became lust.
Words of love were never spoken between them; it would be a breech of the silent agreement. The moments between them were removed from them, on a different level, a connection of solace, of control, of power, of battle and blood.
It began in the dark, under covers, in the shadows, with no acknowledgement of the events during the day.
Then it moved into the day.
A part of her dreaded being reassigned to her previous post, and a part of her hated herself for that. He was an addiction, a drug, a craving of heat beyond any fire, the core of a sun. There should have been something degrading about it, she knew. She knew she should feel used.
Maybe someday she would, if it ever came out, if Mustang ever found out what went on between them, if he ever turned his back to her.
But he'd turned her into a junkie, at a state where caring about the consequences no longer existed. When he grabbed her by the throat, when he pushed her against the wall, when his hands roughly undid her pants and pushed them down, ripping them in half to give him access, enabling him to lift her legs and thrust into her, rational thought fled.
And she gave as good as she got, tooth and tongue and need. Her legs wrapped tight around his waist, and the rough bite of the brick behind her with the just out of sight location in the alley increasing the danger of discovery pushed her to new heights of adrenaline. Endorphins flooded her as he bit her neck, the pain dulling out as she ground her hips against his thrusts, clawing his back, choking back hoarse, needy cries as her body strained for climax.
And maybe that was the reason she never felt used. Even in the times where he reached the peak before, he didn't stop. Not until she was there too.
There were the brief moments of clinging afterwards as nerves settled to place, as the heat evaporated, leaving them both shaking. His lips against her neck were surprisingly gentle as he clapped his hands, restoring her uniform pants to their undamaged state.
In those brief moments, before he stepped away and the hardness came back to his eyes, he was Edward.
That was all she needed to know that despite all the outward trappings, despite the absence of gentle words of emotion, despite everything, he wasn't using her.
In fact, he needed her more than anyone else in Amestris.