Disclaimer: If I owned it, so much would be different...
A/N: I love the Edvy pairing, always have, and there will definitely be more of it in my writings. Hell, if I get thirteen reviews here, I'll write a lemon for this one… Ed's POV
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Wondering
Why she never noticed, I can't tell you. /Could be that all she ever saw was Alphonse.../ But I suppose in a way she helped me see me for myself. I have no idea how she ever held my interest, kept my hopes up, kept me going, now that I see how she is with my brother. He was able to get his body back, but me, I never got my arm or leg fixed. For all the trouble I went through, it wasn't enough to help myself...
My gaze shifts from straight ahead to the dull gunmetal gray of my namesake. I sit up from my slouch, and wonder how /or if/ anyone could be attracted to it. I doubt it, but then again who would be able to maintain any semblance of a relationship with me?
I'm just too hotheaded.
And then there's Winry. She's good with automail, and maybe cooking, but nitpicky is the most descriptive word in the dictionary. And that nitpickiness and my temper were what made me realize something.
Al and I had just arrived at Winry's house to tell her the news about Al's new body. /I guess you could call it that.../ She had noticed a dent on my forearm. /Yes, a dent... don't ask how it got there, I don't pay attention to minor things like that./ Man, she was pissed. Now you tell me how the bloody hell I'm supposed to prevent a dent? So I just yelled back, and when it escalated into a knock-down drag-out, Al put a wall between us. /And quite literally, I might add/.
"I hate you! Never, ever come near me again!" The words still resound in my head. I soon found the feeling to be mutual. I was walking back to the dorm in central. /Yes. Walking. Risembool to Central./ I don't know how long it took, but I do know that several things ran through my mind over and over, and I do not care to reiterate them.
When I got there I went to my room.
"What the hell do you want?!" I snapped. Without even turning on the light, I knew he was there. "The least you could do," I stated, flipping the switch to reveal Alphonse's form leaning against the wall, "Is hide those amethyst beauties when you shift." He fixed that problem, taking his more favored, more lithe and desirable, form as I went to him, compelled by some inner realization.
I still don't know why, but when I got there, I kissed him.
It was soft, fleeting, and he returned it more passionately, his tongue flicking my lip for the unnecessary permission, and yet he allowed me to dominate the embrace.
When I pulled away, I stood for a nanosecond, then left my own apartment, wordlessly.
So here I am, months later, wondering if he felt what I did. Wondering if Envy will decide I'm worth it.
Wondering, wondering...