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of scars and metal

[Cloud and Edith were dating in all but words themselves. He had gotten use to the lack of terminology coming to understand how unnerving it was for her to her. Things are steady enough, some bumps and dips in the road when certain aspects of their personalities clashed, but overall they got along well. Something about two ex-soldiers hit it off well despite the major differences in their services.

Her scars are physical as they are mental, his own more the latter than former. He has some lasting scraps, but he is still whole missing nothing other than his memories and those were replaced with retellings from those who'd been there.

Intimacy became a touchy subject, perhaps more so than admitting they were dating. Her metal limbs didn't bother him. Metal is familiar, it's cold and usually smooth surface something he's dealt with for the greater part of his life. He doesn't mind them or the scars and he's done his best to communicate that point.

They'd been intimate somewhat. Nothing long and drain out, but heavy and hot when need pushed thoughts and insecurities away. Most of her body is mapped or he likes to think so. Like her scars, her size doesn't matter to him. It's tough to walk on the egg shell of how small she is, something Cloud finds cute. He can lift her, hold her, and act the larger spoon with ease and when she lets him.

Tonight is different. An hour or so earlier there was drinking and flirting to the best of either of their abilities. A few kisses become making out and then it's a hot weighted need that can't get ignored.]

How are you feeling? [Careful, very careful in how fast they're going. His hands are on her arms and sleeves from behind. The door hadn't shut before he was upon her, lips taking her ear and hands moving across her sides. It's been a few minutes, less shoes, and the bedroom laying before them.]

We don't have to...if you're not up for it. [So long she's going along for herself, he's fine with continuing. Very fine with it.]

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[ She figured her outburst would have little effect on him, as he often tends to react with some kind of amusement to them (what a pain!!). Ed does deflate a little bit at the kiss, tilting her head to receive it, then letting out a resigned sigh.

At the comment about her hands being on her hips, Ed responds with a sulky glare and changes position immediately, shoving those hands in her pockets instead. You calling her out for it or something, Cloud?? There's a huff. ]

Fine, whatever. Just stop before you make me sick or something. [ More like she really doesn't know how to deal with that kind of compliment.

As more buttons get unfastened, Ed starts to feel a little exposed, averting her eyes once more but not really protesting it. Eventually, she decides that she needs to help things along. She doesn't want to be the passive party in whatever their relationship was. That wouldn't really feel right.

It takes a lot of courage, but eventually, Ed moves to unfasten her buttons herself, doing most of them in one big stride and trying her best not to think about how embarrassing or cold it is. ]

[Edith hadn't given the image of passiveness since this started. She was receptive of kisses, returning them with equal fervor and getting handsy on a low level. He doesn't expect rush from her side and he isn't pushing it on her, so the extra hand is not alarming when when one gets right to it.

Yet it's sorta surprising, a louder way to say she's ready and perhaps he's taking too long. Cloud's smile fades in the slightest when her eyes are drawn away. Worry runs with it debating if it's somehow his fault or a reaction of something unrelated to him.]

Alright. [Buttons gone and the shirt lays open, his hands snaking between them to brushing under and caress the skin about her stomach. Force is behind them to lead back and toward the bed. Least that's the idea of his actions.]

Would you rather I disrobe first? [He's serious, the shirt and pants combination a lift off and belt away from leaving him barer. Making her feel comfortable is high atop of the list of things he wants to go right tonight.]

[ She tenses at first, but eventually relaxes into the touch, finding warmth in it. The air around them is a little chilly, so it isn't unwelcome. It's Ed's first instinct to take a step closer, resting both of her wrists on his shoulders. Getting herself used to this touch on her bare skin, she breathes slowly, keeping the fluster at bay.

All her efforts immediately go to waste the moment he asks her that question. In response, Ed reels back, looking a little startled. ]

E-Eh?? [ She doesn't quite understand what sparked that inquiry, so it has her wondering if there's something she did to prompt him. Has she been unknowingly hinting that she wants to see him naked, or something?? Did she do anything to send that message? She's not a pervert who oogles naked guys!

Maybe if she would stop to think before jumping to conclusions, she would realise that this is just Cloud trying to put her more at ease. Too bad Edith always freaks out before reason can catch up with her.

Cloud isn't a bad looking guy. He could get any girl he wanted, and Ed sometimes wonders why he chose her. She ... definitely wouldn't mind ... ]

Well, you can -- It doesn't matter to me!

[The only answer Ed gets for the moment is a short nod before his hands start leave her, another quick kiss to keep that last ones effects lingering. If it doesn't matter whether he does and does not disrobe first, then he'll go first in the assumption it'll do some good.

Balled fist lift his shirt off and throw it aside leaving his top half bare. Cloud sorta, kinda, gets he's fairly attractive despite not feeling like he was. There's muscle about him from years spend fighting and being the guinea pig of experiments. It's unnatural in some aspects, himself use to have been lanky and unqualified to do anything above a grunt's work.

A fingers trace will find his scars easier than looking for them. Lots of old ones, some newer and less faded from recent skirmishes. They're minor in comparison to Ed's, but a number of them have stories of horror attached.]

It doesn't? [He's asking now after his shirt is gone, inquiry over his face when he steps in closer to work on removing her shirt.] Then we'll take turns. Make if fair bit by bit. [That warmth comes back to her stomach circling around to her back as his hands move to take hold of her skirt and lift if off.]

[ It takes all of Ed's concentration not to look. Yet, despite her best efforts, she finds herself stealing a glance anyway, eyes traveling across Cloud's built chest. It's curiosity, okay. Clearly. Still blushing, she keeps her eyes mostly glued to the floor as he slips that shirt off of her shoulders. One of her bra-straps slips off of her shoulder as well, and she reaches up a little awkwardly to shift it back. ]

Take turns? [ She questions, before she can feel that warmth encircling her. Ed makes a startled sound, almost jumping, but controls herself and her nerves. ] A-Ah! [ Though she feels really exposed, she lets herself be drawn into Cloud's embrace, settling herself against his chest. She feels like she's burning up, both from the heat inside and the warmth all around her.

Her knees buckle when the skirt drops to the floor, and she trembles. It's hard not to feel like she has to cover up somehow. Ed has always been modest with how she dressed, and now she's standing right in front of a man in only her bra and panties. Plus, that uncomfortable itch is coming back, as her body reacts to the contact. It's something she's trying not to think about -- and she even slouches a little awkwardly in hope that it doesn't show -- but she can feel her nipples harden because of the cold and something else. Goddamn.

Okay, time to focus on something else. ]

So, you want me to do yours ...? [ That's what 'taking turns' means, right? A little tentatively, her hands reach down to Cloud's waistline and settles at his belt. There's a look of concentration as she tries to unbuckle it, and it takes her a moment of fiddling to finally pull it off. Butter fingers. ]

[Whatever it is, Cloud's not terribly attentive to getting looked at. Not when he's staring at her and taking no effort to not look. Although staring isn't the right word, admiring is a better word he thinks.

A soft grunt escapes his chest when she's drawn into an embrace. It's warm, hot even, and the self conscious feeling of being too hot against wrecks his brain despite the heat's shared quality.

Yet it's not the thing he's most conscious of now their this close. Things had gotten heated before they were alone in the room and dropping clothing made his condition worse. Perhaps it's a confidence booster on her end to find out how aroused he is, and was.]

If you want... [Having Ed's hand on his waistline seems to suggest she does want to. His hands are still in the groove of her back careful to not over stimulate her again. His face however does move, close and to the side where her neck is free of her long golden hair for a nuzzle of encouragement.]

Take your time. [The night is still long and he's not yet admired her current state of undress enough. There simple undergarments, a clear indicator of practical over aesthetics, and fitting for how she is.] There's a night ahead of us. [Smooth Cloud, real smooth.]

[ With his pants now on the floor as well, Ed can see his condition too clearly at the corner of her eye. She can feel his arousal as well, poking at her thigh. While it makes her blush, it really is a confidence booster -- as little as she is ready to admit that.

And she really shouldn't be this surprised. Throughout the night, it's like he's been soaking her in with every embrace and soft kiss he offers, like he finds her beautiful and he's making sure to let her feel that. Ed could really get drunk on this experience; she's never felt sexy in her life, and now it was like Cloud had placed her on the summit of the world.

Craning her neck, her breath takes a hitch as Cloud brushes over a particularly sensitive spot. It's a little hard to concentrate on his words, but she responds anyway. ]

D-Don't even think about it. We're not taking all night. I want to sleep. [ She tries to maintain a little defiantly. Not that that was what Cloud was implying, but she just wants to put it out there!! A whole night of this would indeed be over-stimulation for her.

With his arousal poking at her, his hands cradling her lower back and the heat of his face against her neck, Ed can feel that uncomfortable itch of her own arousal again. The heat builds up inside of her, and she's starting to find that she can take it no longer. Hands crawling across Cloud's stomach and clutching to his back, she rests her face against his bare shoulder, her voice going a little quiet. ]

Cloud. [ Breathing softly, she presses her face against his skin. Ed is really glad he can't see the expression she's making; her eyes are heavy-lidded, her face looking feverish in her need to relieve herself. ] We should ... move to the bed.

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[They'll get to a point when an entire night won't overstimulate her, but for now Cloud nods maintaining a sheepish smile while against her neck. It's still a long night ahead and while he doesn't plan on overstimulating her too much, he does plan on leaving her well satisfied and sated.

This night is Ed's after all whether she knows it or not.

Caressing to her neck ceases at her weak voice. Readiness is a fickle thing, here he thought it would take long to comfort her to such a state. Words of compassion must have a better effect on her, she deserves them.]

Alright. [A quiet voice speaks for her expression. She's prone to flustering and it's left to his imagination on how fluster she must look about now. A fluster that's bound to get brighter once he moves his arms to start lifting her.

It's a benefit of their difference in size, one neither speaks of as one of those bitter subjects. He does like their difference in size and while it's relative with the size of Ed's body and curves, it does add an appeal and makes her, well as he would put it unspoken, cute.

His arms carry her hurried and in ease to the bed. A soft plop sets her down and he's crawling atop to plant kisses on her shoulder. Scars need attention to, the whole lot her needs it, but it's important to show he finds all of her attractive.]

Are you still feeling okay?

[He ask, low from the close proximity. It's on her if they need to stop and it's only right if ask now and again.]

[ Ed's first reaction to the feeling of her feet leaving the ground is to panic, arms scrambling everywhere and eventually wrapping around Cloud's neck to maintain balance. ] Cloud -- Wait! [ Not only did she fear falling over, but this was also a highly embarrassing position to be in. Then, as they near the bed, her protests die down. She knows he won't drop her. Somehow, after her head clears a little, she finds that there's safety in Cloud's arms. She trusts him. Eventually, Ed gives a sigh, resigning herself and letting Cloud lay her onto the sheets.

The kisses on her shoulder are hot and soothing, and Ed tilts her neck a little, allowing him access to it. The more they do this, the better she's handling it. Reciprocating the touch, Ed's hands go crawling up Cloud's back as well, fingertips brushing against his skin. ]

I'm fine. [ There's no need for him to ask anymore. She wants this too. ] You don't have to ask so much ... I can take it.

[ She's not only asserting her own strength, but she also wants to reassure Cloud that he doesn't have to hold back if that's not what he wants. ]

[Access to her neck is taken, kisses taking to a slight roughness and hot breath passing over her skin. The muscles running from the lower part of his back shift making his shoulders turn. The back and shoulders are places on everyone that could use attention to alleviate soreness or send shivers.

It's the latter here. Faint tremors from the contrast of heated flesh and metal fingers. They're delicate touches, that in itself a sharp contrast of Ed's general demeanor. She is nice, sweet even, but it's a state to warm up to.

Cloud hums as an answer. Pleasure isn't like pain. They can take pain and their body's have proof of it, but pleasure is still foreign to their bodies.

The kisses to her neck move back down to her shoulder and then closer to where metal meets flesh. They come softer here as his right arms descends between them. The first touch to the front of her panties is cautious, testing before he goes at it again with more weight. Eventually speed builds up with his rubbing all the while he continues tracing the line of automail and body with kisses.]

[ As Cloud kisses along the large, pinkish scars that ran along the sides of her automail, Ed flinches. It's an odd feeling that she cannot quite describe. Not pain, since those scars are well over four years old, and not pleasure as it's traditionally felt either. It's kind of like ... a heightened sensitivity that's concentrated in that area. A vulnerability. At first, there was an instinct to pull away somehow, to tell him to stop because the feeling was so foreign and she couldn't understand it. When she feels the care that he put into each kiss, though - the way he seemed to worship the ugliest part of her body - it calms her, and the desire to break the contact ceases. After her initial anxiety settles, the kisses become something soothing, even if she still flinches when he runs over particularly sensitive spots.

She's so stimulated by the lips on her scars that she doesn't quite notice the hand moving down to her panties until a pressure is felt. Eyes widen, her body jerking a little in the surprise. ]

Hey -- [ As the rubbing continues, it's like Cloud is answering the growing need that she's been keeping inside all evening. Ed finds her hips moving on their own, pushing back against his fingers for more stimulation. The expression on her face mellows out soon enough, eyes closing as she gasps softly. She's done this before on her own, but it's not this -- nothing like having the touch of her another working on her body, nothing like being with someone she's grown to care for so much. ]

Cloud ... [ She calls out under her breath as her fingers dig a little too hardly into his back. There's a wetness building up down below and it starts to seep through the cloth. The moment Ed feels it, she panics, breaking the momentum and closing her thighs shut. ]

I'm -- I'm sorry! [ It's embarrassing, and she's also hoping he doesn't find it disgusting somehow. ]

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[Where the flesh is faded in color to pinks and whites is where his dwell the most. It's an act of comforting like other he's done to make Ed feel at ease. Every time there's a flinch, he kisses the same spot taking time to leave his lips to her flesh and getting her use to the sensation.

Worshiping her scars doesn't come to a stand still at a word when his fingers began rubbing her. The gasp leaving her lips are pleasant, soft like lone relaxed exhales after a tiring day. Having her hips move against his hand is a green light, the fingers digging into his back running it.

He ceases when there's a cry out, her thighs closing up. The scars are left to move his eyes to hers. There's nothing of disguist in his expression, That sort of thing is bound to happen and he's somewhat proud to know he's the one getting her there.]

Shhh- It's okay. [Cloud nuzzles her neck and then kisses her lips. They'll end up swollen from all this, but he hasn't a care. She's well worth it.]

Just means it feels good, right? [Her pulling back doesn't allow much room to rub again, but the other side of her hip is getting a pass up.]

[ It does feel good. Better than anything she's felt in a while. A relief washes over her when Cloud sets his gaze onto her, not looking the least bit uncomfortable or disturbed by what had happened. Ed was terribly self-conscious, because she's never shared a private moment like this with another person before. She doesn't know what to expect, how they would react to her and all that.

But there's still that same patient, quiet quality to his features. She's always found it something enchanting, even if you'll have to beat her up before she would dare admit that. A direct contrast from her own boisterous personality and million facial faults (some of which are terribly unladylike and unattractive).

The deep kiss manages to calm her nerves. She feels the self-consciousness draining away as she loses herself in the light-headedness. There's a soft sound that Ed lets out as she closes her eyes -- like a satisfied sigh. The longer they kiss, the higher she feels, and the greater her need becomes. Without even realising it, Ed relaxes her body, those clamped thighs easing up and opening again.

She wants ... some of what he was doing to her earlier, again. Even if she was the one who stopped it abruptly. It felt like nothing she had ever felt. Ending the kiss, Ed lies her head on the mattress, breathing hardly from how heated things had gotten. Is she allowed to ask for it? Eyes averted from Cloud, her fingers reach out a little gently, brushing against his arm before finding his hand. ]

That thing you were doing before -- [ A heavy blush colours her cheeks as she continues to stare at the sheets. ] Could you --?

[ Picking up his hand, she places it onto her own stomach, hoping that he'll get her meaning. She wants him to continue. ]

[Expectations were set a long time before they got this far, though Cloud didn't foresee the self-consciousness overtaking her for something normal. He should have he thinks in the moment pause between them. Normal is the type of thing they aren't use to, normal becomes abnormal in their world regardless of their knowledge and acceptance of the normality of society.

Opposites attract and there are not further opposites than them. His deliberate quietness is in opposition of Ed's brashness, but it works. Not as though what's shown is what's inside as he to can have a sharpness to his tongue just as well as she can soften hers.

Those soft sounds are collected, stored away, and yet sought over again. Rarity doesn't have a place in why he wants to hear them. Only that he likes hearing her gasp and breathes in moments like these where they're closer.

The urge to laugh itches his throat at leading of her hand lower back down. Once the shame dies down, she's free to damit how much she likes something. Typical, yet again, but it's reassuring as well.]

Touch you? [They're nothing but words, not even the proper words for what it was. He takes her jawline to kiss a train back to her shoulder and automail where he had left off.

The hand upon her stomach is quick to restart, the dampness making his search easier. Fingers push in and rub, slowed to build the pattern and inch her closer to the edge.]

[ She's glad she didn't have to elaborate very much, because it was honestly the most embarrassing thing on Earth. There's a shudder when she feels those fingers pressing down on her clit, running over it in circles. She was already feeling extra sensitive down there from being stimulated earlier, and every touch felt like electricity jolting right through her body. ]

Nnngh, Cloud -- [ There's a moan that escapes her lips before she can think to hold it in. Somehow, he seemed to know exactly where to touch, where to kiss. The whole experience was something completely overwhelming. Ed has been nervous about this act for a very long time, preferring to avoid it and anything related to it. She's glad her first time was with someone so -- honestly, he was really good to her. So good she felt undeserving at times.

Covering her eyes with the back of one of her hands, she continues to breathe hardly, her gasps becoming louder and louder. Her hips roll as well, moving in response to his careful strokes. This teasing was just too much. Ed feels herself getting closer and closer, the heat building up inside of her.

Briefly, she imagines one of those fingers slipping inside of her, working in the same careful way they were doing now. The thought makes her blush, and she shelves it away, too nervous to ask that they go that far. The longer he went on, the more those panties felt like a barrier, though.

[Context fills in the blanks and it speaks volumes for what is wanted here. Ed could go without speaking for the rest of the evening and Cloud would have a decent map in which to follow. Especially when the destination is the same by different routes.

Where to plant kisses and place his touch is a guessing game. He plays it by ear, her heightened breathing and gasp telling of where to touch. Concern as always plays in it with the nagging thoughts he's going to fast or pressing against her too hard.

She hasn't complained or stopped him since the minor bump in the road and had been increasingly wetter as they went. He swallows hard, nervous and pulling his muscles tight to cease any shaking. He had to remain strong, confident in his movements to push away any belief he's unsure himself. Exerting control has never been something he's keen with, but this is better than most situations where it was required on his part to take lead.

It takes three tries to slip his hand under her panties. The first he manages to pick at the fabric, the second barely that far, and the third taking a long breath. His middle digit seeks her entrance testing for penetration and awaiting a reaction if she's ready for something more than rubbing.

Then it's more, bit by bit his finger pushing in and curling. Kissing gets forgotten in the moment until it dawns on him he's breathing better. Her shoulder is replaced by her jawline and sucking. Breath is important for her to take in and for him to hear whether he's doing right by her.]

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