fma rareship weekend: day 1, nonsexual intimacy
written for @fma-rareships's day 1! this fic is olivier x izumi and takes place just slightly after the events of recognition (but you can read it alone!)
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“you’ll laugh.”
“i won’t laugh.”
“you’ll want to laugh. you won’t, but i’ll see the amusement in your eyes anyway.”
“i won’t laugh. not even with my eyes.”
olivier sighs. the dream of taking a bath with izumi is one she’s held for a long time. when she’d been sick, olivier had washed her many times, but always from outside the bath, always clothed. and generally she’d preferred it that way. but sometimes it had taken all of her self-restraint not to just hop in.
two things have always stopped her. the first was a terrifying set of early briggs memories. being one of the few girls and the only out trans person, any kind of personal hygenine was a deeply private matter, no matter how much bonding her fellow greens seemed to get from showering all at the same time. the second was just…connected to her stoneness. that if she shared a bath with a partner, maybe… well. she looks at her fiancée. “perhaps… i would need to keep a pair of swim trunks on.”
izumi doesn’t laugh. she doesn’t even, to her credit, look the slightest bit amused. “did you bring a pair?”
olivier nods. izumi keeps saying they’re going to take a day trip out to the lake on one of these visits, but they’ve never done it. she brings swim attire anyway though, just in case.
“well!” izumi says, and that settles that.
izumi strips before olivier can even offer to help her with her clothes, and she doesn’t hide the fact that she’s brazenly watching olivier, either. that’s fine, she’s allowed to do that. they are engaged, after all. but olivier’s still flattered.
izumi parades down the hall, but olivier throws a towel around herself first, walking behind and shaking her head with a smile. both sig and alex are at alex’s tonight, so they have the place to themselves. it’s nice, and it makes her feel a bit safer about trying something new.
the tub is already full when olivier follows her into the bathroom. she’s not sure if izumi filled it ahead of time or pulled the world’s fastest alchemical trick in the few seconds before olivier walked in, but either way, it’s full, it’s soapy, and when she dips her fingers in, it’s warm.
the curtises have an absolutely massive tub. they get in together, slowly, negotiating space until olivier has her back against the wall of the tub, and izumi is facing her, looking like she wants to turn around.
olivier beckons her over, and she does turn, scooting so her back is pressed against olivier’s chest and she can stretch her legs forward a little.
and then olivier melts.
it’s the heat, it’s izumi, it’s the contact, it’s the trust, and all of a sudden she’s just. the happiest she’s been since izumi proposed to her, really.
she sighs, and presses a kiss into the side of izumi’s neck.
izumi hums. her hands search for olivier’s in the water and olivier grants them to her.
“you know,” izumi says, “i wore my bathing suit for seven months after.”
she doesn’t have to say after what. she never does.
olivier doesn’t answer, she just squeezes her hand.
“it took a long time to heal.”
olivier can only imagine what the massive scar running across her abdomen must have looked like originally, and how looking at it must have been a reminder of everything that had happened, everything she had done.
“and then i didn’t want to see it, even after it had…”
olivier knows that izumi hates talking about it. about anything to do with it. she’s doing it for her, to explain why she didn’t blink when olivier asked to be clothed. she doesn’t have to do that, but as she does, the warmth in olivier’s heart spills over. she pulls izumi even closer to her chest and kisses her shoulders, her neck, anywhere she can reach.
olivier has no proof but she knows izumi’s smiling.
“this is just to say i—“ she gasps a little at a particularly well placed kiss. “understand.”
olivier hums in acknowledgment, kisses her one more time, and then leans back, letting izumi lean back further against her. “thank you.”
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how does david reproduction work??
as far as weve seen its like a trillion million bajillion to 1 ratio of davids to doras, so do doras reproduce like fish and birthe like a lot of davids?? but. like.
id assume doras and davids are mammals since theyre canonically humans to some degree and the most repdorucing mammal is apparently a rabbit,, but only 15% of those babies live throuh the first year so???????
are doras like endangered?? HOW DOES TJE DAVID ECOSYSTEM WORK
edit i forgor asexual reproduction happens
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