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kinkfestTitle: Ruins
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Rating: K+, at this point.
Warnings: Incomplete.
Prompt: Fullmetal Alchemist: Ed/Winry: shyness, unsure of his body – Ed wasn’t sure how anyone could see the ruins of his body and find him attractive
Word count: 472
Summary: Winry wants to move forward in their relationship. Ed…doesn’t?
A/N: This story wants to be a lot longer. This is a teaser.
Disclaimer: Do I look like a cow to you…? Wait, don’t answer that.
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The buzz from the champagne hadn’t faded by the time they made it back to the hotel. At least, Winry thought, almost clearly, it wasn’t one of those military hotels. Ed had decided to actually spend some money, getting them rooms in a place that not only didn’t have a curfew but did have room service. Not that she wanted anything to eat right now.
“Thanks, Ed.” She grinned at him, thinking that she’d smiled more in the past few months than ever in her life. Since Ed had called her to tell her everything was safe, she and Granny needed to come to Central to see Al, as he was still too weak to travel, Winry couldn’t remember not having a grin on her face. Her cheeks were going to be permanently stretched, she was sure of it.
“For what?” His own smile was almost as bright. Winry wondered if her eyes looked that way, too; just a bit glassy.
“Everything. Taking me to the party,” she gestured at her dress, with its sweeping hem and off-the-shoulders bodice, “getting Al his body back,” she turned to him, laying her gloved hand on his shoulder, “not dying.” Winry knew her smile had to change a little then, becoming bittersweet.
“I promised, didn’t I?” Ed took her hand in both of his, the metal fingers cool even through the wispy fabric of her glove. He studied her knuckles and the lace covering them then raised his gaze back to meet hers.
Winry nodded. “Mm.” The hotel hallway, near the doors to their rooms, probably wasn’t the best place for this but the champagne encouraged her to rise up on her toes and kiss Ed’s cheek. She tried not to show her disappointment when he dropped her hand, drawing back, though her lower lip jutted out before Winry could stop it. “Ed,” she drew out his name far longer than should be possible, “give me a kiss.”
His wide-eyed stare made Winry realize she’d actually said that out loud. Still, she wasn’t the type of girl to take something like that back, even if her cheeks did heat up at the realization that she really did want Ed to kiss her. Though, from the expression on his face and the way he kept backing up, Winry thought Ed was not on the same page. For a second, she thought he was being shy or just weird but something flashed across his face that Winry’d never really seen before. “Ed?”
“You’d better go to bed, Winry.” He wouldn’t look at her as he unlocked the door to the room he was sharing with Alphonse.
“But,” she said, reaching toward the door as Ed closed it behind him, a soft ‘click’ letting her know he’d locked himself in. “I just wanted a kiss.”
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Author/Artist:
evil_little_dogRating: K+, at this point.
Warnings: Incomplete.
Prompt: Fullmetal Alchemist: Ed/Winry: shyness, unsure of his body – Ed wasn’t sure how anyone could see the ruins of his body and find him attractive
Word count: 472
Summary: Winry wants to move forward in their relationship. Ed…doesn’t?
A/N: This story wants to be a lot longer. This is a teaser.
Disclaimer: Do I look like a cow to you…? Wait, don’t answer that.
* * *
The buzz from the champagne hadn’t faded by the time they made it back to the hotel. At least, Winry thought, almost clearly, it wasn’t one of those military hotels. Ed had decided to actually spend some money, getting them rooms in a place that not only didn’t have a curfew but did have room service. Not that she wanted anything to eat right now.
“Thanks, Ed.” She grinned at him, thinking that she’d smiled more in the past few months than ever in her life. Since Ed had called her to tell her everything was safe, she and Granny needed to come to Central to see Al, as he was still too weak to travel, Winry couldn’t remember not having a grin on her face. Her cheeks were going to be permanently stretched, she was sure of it.
“For what?” His own smile was almost as bright. Winry wondered if her eyes looked that way, too; just a bit glassy.
“Everything. Taking me to the party,” she gestured at her dress, with its sweeping hem and off-the-shoulders bodice, “getting Al his body back,” she turned to him, laying her gloved hand on his shoulder, “not dying.” Winry knew her smile had to change a little then, becoming bittersweet.
“I promised, didn’t I?” Ed took her hand in both of his, the metal fingers cool even through the wispy fabric of her glove. He studied her knuckles and the lace covering them then raised his gaze back to meet hers.
Winry nodded. “Mm.” The hotel hallway, near the doors to their rooms, probably wasn’t the best place for this but the champagne encouraged her to rise up on her toes and kiss Ed’s cheek. She tried not to show her disappointment when he dropped her hand, drawing back, though her lower lip jutted out before Winry could stop it. “Ed,” she drew out his name far longer than should be possible, “give me a kiss.”
His wide-eyed stare made Winry realize she’d actually said that out loud. Still, she wasn’t the type of girl to take something like that back, even if her cheeks did heat up at the realization that she really did want Ed to kiss her. Though, from the expression on his face and the way he kept backing up, Winry thought Ed was not on the same page. For a second, she thought he was being shy or just weird but something flashed across his face that Winry’d never really seen before. “Ed?”
“You’d better go to bed, Winry.” He wouldn’t look at her as he unlocked the door to the room he was sharing with Alphonse.
“But,” she said, reaching toward the door as Ed closed it behind him, a soft ‘click’ letting her know he’d locked himself in. “I just wanted a kiss.”
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