FMA Fic: In the Purple Haze of Dawn
Jun. 13th, 2011 12:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sonjajade
(A manip I made for this story, both images from episode 48, back ground from Darker than Black episode 1)
TITLE: In the Purple Haze of Dawn
AUTHOR: Sonja Jade
WORD COUNT: 2,793
CHARACTER(S): Braeda/Christmas
SUMMARY: He’d never asked her for any details regarding her ‘professional’ life, now he’s wondering why she’s asking questions about his history.
RATING/WARNINGS: NC17, total smutfest middle-end. Sorta waffy smut though.
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*** I don’t own the series Fullmetal Alchemist or the characters within***
“Honey,” Christmas said to Braeda. “It’s been a really long night. I think it’s time you went home.”
He looked up from the ledger- a new one that he set up to his standards (and eyesight). The clock on the wall read 3:47 am and he shook his head, grinning. “It’s been a very profitable night. I assume the girls are finished and gone?” It was the first time in months that Christmas had sold a room, and to her good fortune, she’d sold two.
“Yep, showered, beds stripped and remade… They left about twenty minutes ago.” She lit a cigarette and sagged against the doorway. “I’m too old to be staying up so late.”
Braeda chuckled, closing the books. He capped and put his pen in the drawer, then stowed the locking register in the wall safe. He gathered his keys and his coat and met his lady in the doorway. She’d taken her spiky shoes off and stood a whole head shorter than him now. “Why don’t you come home with me. I’ll fix you breakfast in the morning and we can go to sleep to the sound of the aquarium bubbling.”
Chris smiled at him. “That sounds wonderful. I think those bubbles are just what I need after today.” She accepted his kiss, then turned out the light, grabbing her purse on the way out the door. Braeda started the engine on the used towncar he’d bought, and away down the dead streets they went. They hit all the green lights on the way there and made it in less than ten minutes.
Braeda’s apartment was on the ground floor with a nice private patio, a canvas awning and lots of potted greenery. The place was small, certainly a bachelor’s pad, but it was homey in the little touches that Chris had convinced him to add. There were some framed pictures on the walls, a small shelf with some of his military medals and honors displayed. But the thing that they both loved the most was the 300 gallon aquarium.
It was in the bedroom and took up one whole side of the room. Thankfully, it was in the largest room of the house and wasn’t cumbersome. Braeda had won it in a poker game, and he’d filled it with all kinds of fish, some he caught when fishing with Havoc, some were bought at the pet store. There was a big snail and a couple of crawdads and a little crab… It was his own little microcosm to nurture and observe, and it was incredibly peaceful and relaxing.
Chris had her own drawer in his dresser, and small part of the closet was also hers. She pulled out a plain cotton nightgown and stripped down under the ultraviolet purple-tinted light of the monstrosity. Braeda came in just as she was pulling the shirt on over her head. “It’s nights like this that I’m glad I had my makeup tattooed on,” she sighed, crawling into his bed (a much sturdier and larger thing than the beds at the bar).
Braeda stood in the doorway eating a sandwich, not willing to get yelled at for eating in the bed again. “Hey, how come you never take your hair down?” he asked.
She opened her tired eyes. “It’s always in the way when it’s down. Sometimes I wish I could just cut it all off like yours.” She sat up. “You wanna see it down?”
“Yes, I do,” he answered, watching as she unwound an elastic from the back of her head. When it was all out, she ran her fingers through it, helping it to fall out of its perpetual tail state, and Braeda marveled at how much different she looked with it down. He stepped toward her, running his fingers through the lengths of it. “It’s very pretty.” He tucked it behind her ears. “You’re very pretty.” He loved to make her blush like a schoolgirl. It made her seem young and innocent, maybe because when it came to love, she was.
He finished the last of his midnight snack and brushed the crumbs off his ‘wife beater’ style shirt. He flipped the lights down to low on the aquarium and got in on the other side of the bed. He snuggled up to Christmas’ back and rested his arm in the dip of her waist. Just as he thought he was about to nod off, she asked him quietly, “Braeda? How many women have you been with?”
“That’s a weird question at four in the morning.”
“I’m sorry. Goodnight, honey.”
He squeezed her to him, wanting to reassure her, whatever her worries were. “Four, including you.”
“Oh.”
“Why?” He felt her shake her head.
“No reason.” It was quiet a few moments, and then the other shoe dropped. “I’ve been with 326 men in my entire lifetime, including you.”
“It’s a wonder you’re not stretched out.”
Anyone else would’ve been insulted, but not Christmas. “I had a surgery once, a long time ago when Roy first went to his alchemy master. I had it tightened up. I’ve been real careful since then, because the first few times afterward hurt like hell and I didn’t want to have it done again.”
Braeda breathed the smell of her unbound hair in. “It doesn’t matter to me.” He began trailing his fingers up and down her arm, the skin not so tight anymore, but still soft. “You could have been with the whole Amestrian army and I wouldn’t care. I love you.”
“Did you ever come inside any of them?” she murmured.
“No,” came his immediate answer.
“Well, you can imagine how short my career would have been if I’d let anyone come inside me,” she laughed.
“Chris,” said Braeda, “are you telling me you want me to come inside you?” He leaned up on his elbow to see her face.
The Madame turned to look at him. “Well… If you ever want to, I can’t have babies and I’m clean, never had any STDs. I trust you if you ever decide you want to.”
He sighed. “My mother, God rest her soul, made me promise when I left home to join the military that I would never do that unless I was married.” He felt her draw in a breath to protest, “Now hang on a second. I promised her that because my father didn’t. He made me and then left, and I promised her I wouldn’t do that to anyone.” The hand that had been sort of tickling the length of her arm shifted and passed over the loose flesh of her breast and felt around for her nipple. When he found it, he teased it to stand and then pinched and pulled at it, watching Chris enjoy his touch.
“But, I think that since you can’t have kids, my mother wouldn’t mind at all. I’d still be keeping my promise not to sire any children.” He leaned down and kissed her, felt as she rolled to her back and tugged him on top of her. He chuckled as he broke free from her lips and worked his boxers off. “It like we’re losing our virginity again,” he grinned.
She blinked. That’s right… Of all the things she ever done with men, this was one of a handful of things she hadn’t done. She had saved something of her sexuality for someone special, and she teared up in the dark. “Yeah, it is kinda like that.”
“Uh… I usually come a lot with you… I wonder if you can hold it all.” Out of habit he reached for the drawer on the nightstand, then shook his head at himself. “Should I get a towel and stick under you?”
For once, she didn’t know the answer to some kind of bedroom question. “I dunno, maybe you should just to be safe.”
He kissed her deeply, grinding against her trimmed mound and groaning. “Don’t move, I’ll be right back!” He scrambled off of her and jogged to the bathroom, clad only in the shirt he had on when he laid down to sleep. Seconds later and he was back with a fluffy towel, unfurling it and sliding it under the Madame’s butt. He pulled his shirt off, waited as she shed her nightgown, then all but ripped the covers off the bed and…
Began rubbing her feet. He kissed her toes, licked between them, then kissed her legs all the way up to the place where they joined. His fat thumbs pulled her apart and he tasted the worn petals of her woman’s place, licking her and suckling at her nubbin over and over until she climaxed, screaming to God as Braeda shoved her into delirium.
When she came back down, she panted, “Please… Fill me up… I want every drop…”
“Of course, my lady,” he said, gripping his bare cock and giving a few readying strokes. He brought his head down to her netherlips, gathered the musk she’d sent rolling down only moments ago, and was in awe at how different it already felt. “Unng, it’s so warm…” he grunted. Slowly, he slid inside of her, feeling everything in a whole new way… How well he already knew the bumpy landscape of her interior, but going in raw gave it a definition he’d never known could exist. She molded to him perfectly, her temperature was hot and she was so silky inside. This time when he hit the mouth of her womb, he could tell it was a different texture, and therefore a different organ altogether. He wanted to memorize every detail about her internal fist, and so for a few strokes he went slowly.
Christmas felt the heat difference right away, the rubber that had always separated them before must have acted as some kind of a heat shield. His tip was the warmest part, and she moaned his name as he stroked her gently inside with it. She could feel clearly the thick vein running underneath, a vein she had seen and tasted at other times when they’d been together. She felt him trembling and her hands came to his face. “Honey, you feel amazing!” she breathed.
“Oh God, Chris… I never knew it was supposed to be like this!” He began to speed up. The Madame let her legs fall open and she drew her knees up as far ash she could, letting him go as deep as possible. Braeda pulled one of her tits to his mouth and then pistoned as hard and fast as he could. He let her nipple go, gasping and moaning, making more noise than she’d ever heard him make before.
“Come, Braeda-boy!” she encouraged, her voice dark and wanton. “Let it go! Pump my pussy full of your sticky cum! Ahhhh yessss, feels so good… Come inside me, claim this body as yours and no one else’s! Huuuuhhhhh, honey if you don’t come, I’m gonna! Oh God, yes!! Right there!!! Come, honey, come inside me!”
Deep inside her, a chain reaction began. Her walls shuddered, clamping down on her lover, which in turn triggered his balls to begin that final release… His cock swelled as she clenched him tighter within her, her own orgasm hot and wet and tight. He could feel it moving up and through his length, stopping at the last second because his lady had clamped down on him so tightly… and when she released him, he gave a final shove and hot jets of cum sprayed her insides until he was completely spent. He shuddered, feeling a little more trickle out as his size began to shrink… He’d given her every last drop, every last bit of his seed. Braeda slipped free from her, hissing unexpectedly, then laughing.
“What’s funny?” she gasped.
“So sensitive… Never felt that before.” He flopped to his back, chest heaving and wearing a grin so wide he felt his face would break. “Chris… That was amazing. Fucking amazing…” He looked over at her, dark brown waves pooling around her head on the pillow. He’d never thought she was more beautiful than he did right then…
“It feels so warm,” she said, touching her abdomen where his essence had pooled inside her. “Kinda like taking a bath inside out…”
“Marry me, Chris.”
Shocked eyes snapped toward Braeda, who was very nearly crying. She didn’t say anything for a minute, thinking very carefully about what he’d just said. Finally, she said, “Honey, you don’t wanna marry a whore like me. I still run a bar slash whorehouse, and as the Madame… I would have to go if they had money to give.”
“Make Vanessa the Madame. You can worry about the bar and she can worry about the girls.” He took her hand and kissed it, marveling at how her huge rings glinted in the low light of the aquarium. “Let me make an honest woman out of you. Be my partner in everything, be my very best friend, be my wife.”
Chris was flabbergasted. If there was anyone she wanted to marry it was him, but that age gap bothered her so badly. Of course when it was just the two of them alone it was no big deal. They were just two people in love. Not an old woman and a young man. Just two people. Part of her was so giddy, part of her felt so guilty… And an even bigger part was going to kick her own ass if she walked away from someone who truly loved her and cherished her, despite her past, despite her profession.
“You don’t have to take my name if you don’t want to,” he offered. “It would be kinda weird anyway since everyone calls me by my last name anyway.”
She laughed and said, “Take my last name. You can be Braeda Mustang.” Chris’s hand reached out and held his cheek. “We can worry about that later. The hardest part is going to be telling Grumman and Roy.”
“Why?” Then a second later, “Wait, you will?”
“Yes, honey. I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather be with. But if you take out a life insurance policy on me as soon as we walk away from the altar, it’s over!” He tackled her in the bed and twisted his tongue around hers, then thanked her in hushed tones as he nibbled her neck. She hugged him as tight as she could, feeling grateful tears stream from permanently painted eyes. There was no shame in this. This was right and good. He’d said he’d take ten years if that’s all he could have, and she had no doubt that if she gave him ten years they would be the happiest years of her life.
“Alright, Braeda-boy, I’m not going anywhere, you can let me up!” she laughed from underneath him. He got out of bed and paced, actually taking one of her cigarettes and smoking as he thought out loud.
“I wanna get you a nice ring. And we’ll have a great big reception. A nice big cake, lots of dancing-”
“And I’m going to go to the bathroom and then get some sleep!” She stood up, holding the towel that had been under her at her crotch and then chuckling to herself. “You can feel it rolling down!”
He nodded, puffing smoke at the ceiling and grinning. “I gave you all of it, everything I had, just like you wanted.”
He finished his smoke while she cleaned up, and when she came back her hair was pulled back once again, nightshirt back on, and she yawned wide. He opened the window and flipped the smoldering butt out into the dewy grass, spotting the first hints of sunrise in the early morning sky. He pulled on his boxers and climbed back into bed with her, snuggling up to her back, the way they had always slept together since the beginning. Braeda kissed her neck and then chuckled. “Please let me be the one to tell Grumman.” He had no idea what the two of them engaged in (Christmas held sort of a doctor/patient confidentiality with her clients), but he was sure it would burn his old ass to know he’d taken her out from under him, literally.
“Only if you’re also the one to tell Roy.”
He thought about that for a moment. He was sure Roy wouldn’t be happy, and he really didn’t want his ass to get burned over it. “Only if you make him leave his gloves with Riza.”
“You got it, honey.”
Finally, just before sunrise, the two of them found sleep in each other’s arms. The aquarium bubbled peacefully away as dawn ushered in a new era for both of them.
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Date: June 13th, 2011 06:22 am (UTC)I quite like this a lot! I love how Breda is all very sweet to Chris there before their lovemaking (which I'll say was something, LOL). The part where Chris agrees to marry Brreda I was like, YAY!. :3 Those two are great together. Haha, I'm tempted to have Breda/Christmas be a pairing in a future fic of mine. XD Overall, great work!
The manip there is very nice! :D And speaking of which, sorry to ask, you think you can make me my Guess the Author banner that I won for Prompt 118? I'm suppose to be doing the Prompt 118 banners and I don't feel comfortable making the Guess the Author banner for myself. XD;
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Date: June 13th, 2011 10:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: June 14th, 2011 09:00 am (UTC)*Kneels down on one knee*
Would you do me the honor, dear Sonja, of marrying me, and writing more Breda/Chris (no joke, I'll put that in the prenup)?
This is so sweet! *dies* And Breda Mustang FTW! Technically, Breda can now see "I'll be a monkey's uncle" XD
I love, love, LOVE the manip. I wish you could do something like that for Almost Here. I've been dying to picture Roy and Riza in Dublith locked in that room. Btw, I'm assuming by the mere fact that you haven't PMed me to shout at me that you haven't read the epilogue. *is still sad about Madam Christmas*
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Date: June 14th, 2011 02:32 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it. I did a lot of research through different guy friends on the experience with and without a condom and there are elements from every guy's opinion in the lemon. It's all true to life!
And as much as I would love to marry you, I'm already spoken for irl and in fandom lol, although neither proposed to me in such a romantic way XD They could each take a lesson from you! But I'd still be elated to write more Braeda/Chris for you. And I'm totally using the monkey's uncle line if I get around to writing the wedding and all.