Her tears couldn't mask the joy she felt. Of course, she had acted as she was angry at him, but only because she didn't want anyone to know the truth. If they did... It would defeat the secrecy they had worked so hard to keep, for their own good.
Her heavy lips lifted, the corners of pink slowly curling to a hidden smile. "He's home..," she whispered, as if confirming it to herself, "Grandma! Granny, he's here!"
And he was. The tuft of gold that had caught her eye approached the doorway, the stoic face losing it's strength with each step. His heart turned to jelly when he saw her, but when she spoke, it was jolted with electricity from a hundred and three jumper cables.
Her smile faded to a snarl, the door flinging open with an angry face, forced out to hide her happiness. The poor boy's fist was still hovering above the door, honeydew eyes wide with shock...and fear.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR ARM?" And then the sentiment was over, just as quickly as it came, with the swing of a wrench.
The two blonds form one as they clutch each other close on a bed, the one bed big enough to suit both of them. "I hope you like that arm," the girl said, a chaste smile gracing her face, "I spent a lot of time on it."
The boy chuckled, "Chyeah, three days worth. I'm sure that really busted your ass.."
Then she twitched.
He flinched.
"Er, I do like it, it's... Light," he said, looking down at his new metal limb, "I can tell the craftsmanship is very careful, and the bolts are-"
Her pointer finger was at his lips in an instant, her crystalline eyes showing joy, "You never want to talk to me, but when we get one moment of silence and peace, you never shut your mouth. Maybe I should install a padlock?"
The boy's face turned to a grin, his body lurching forward until it was touching hers, his automail arm gently pulling her porcelain one down, "Only if it locks two different sets of lips together."
The girl's face flushed red, her eyes turning downward momentarily in thought. "...Edward?"
"Yes, Winry?," he replied.
"Some days, I just want you to sit here and tell me everything will be okay... And that you can stay... But I know it can't be true, as sappy as it seems... So, will you just promise me you'll be back?," she asked, her voice shaking along with her body, the quivering making Edward's skin crawl.
"Guess what?," he asked, pulling her small body closer, his flesh-and-blood hand moving some locks of wheat-colored hair from her face.
"What...?" Her head turned upward to look at him, seeing a look of mischief in his eyes, unable to tell if it were good or bad.
"Everything will be okay.."
Two smiles meshed together with a kiss, before the girl with the wheat hair pulled back, "When is the next time you'll be back?"
"The next time you need me to hold you."
OOC: I know it's a bit romance novel-y, but I just got done watching "My Sister's Keeper". Don't blame me. I haven't written a fanfic since I waaaass... 12 or so, so I'm sorry if I am a bit rusty. D:
