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Full Metal Alchemist and all of it's characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa
N/A: You are the map of love I always want to explore.
Her favorite part of the day was waking up to that sleepy face. His golden tufts
of hair would fall into his face, getting brighter as the sunlight precipitated through the window. She'd just lay in bed for hours, thinking about nothing yet everything at the same time.
Her hands would be driven towards him as if gravity acted harder when they
were together; she'd start delineating his face, playing with the tufts of golden hair, curling it up in her fingers. Her fingertips would then dance on his face, going across his cheeks and nose and he'd do this squinchy-thingie, wrinkling his nose as she passed by. She laughed in silence; it was so adorable to see him react like that.
She lay on her side and cut her hair behind her ear to be able to appreciate his
face, careful not to tangle her hair with her earrings. He was so far-gone in his sleep he even drooled a bit and she just couldn't help but laugh at it. She continued her journey; her fingers went down his neck, right where he had that hickey from last night. Just thinking about it made her cheeks blush all the way to her ears; yet it wasn't shame that embraced her, but rather, a strange happiness that made her belly feel like a thousand butterflies had engaged themselves in battle. She remembered her own hickey on her chest and smiled, making her scarlet-colored cheeks tense. Her hand followed the path until it touched his scar; it was big, covered nearly all of his shoulder, and the color of it was much darker than the rest of his body, and yet it seemed to resonate exactly with him.
He wouldn't be Ed without that scar, or his auto-mail, or the Flamel Cross
tattoo he had gotten on his back a while ago. That back of his, that now held scratches from last night, was as beautiful as it could be; even if he was no longer an alchemist, he still trained with Al and stayed in shape: the toned muscles in his back confirmed it.
She went all the way down to his hand and grabbed it, kissing his fingers as he giggled in his sleep. Suddenly he grabbed her by the waist and got her closer, laying his face just above her breasts. Winry couldn't help but to smile one more time as she hugged him and let him lay his face on her chest, turning her torso just a little so that she could fully hug him.
Hugging him was amazing. It was both exciting and calming at the same time,
as if they'd been missing from each other all this time. She loved to hug him and get hugged: while she cooked, worked or simply enjoyed a cup of tea on the balcony.
She loved hugs from almost anyone, but especially him. Loved the safety she felt when he hugged her against his chest; how his heart still raised in shame and his breathing got slightly unsteady, yet not enough for him to admit he was still nervous when they slept together.
Kissing him was also very pleasing to her, and she hoped it was like that for
him, too. Their first kiss had been so sweet and hungry at the same time, it gave her shivers when she thought of it: The night after he came back from Drachma, they'd talk about the silly yet sweet love confession he'd made right before getting on the train, and after a long talk and some blushing, they stared into each other's eyes for a second before her impulses drove her near him, just inches apart from his lips. She was a bit hesitant, but knew he wasn't going to give the first step, so she leaned forward just a little more until their lips touched. Just that: touched. His lips were warm, and his breath was quicker than normal. Hers was, too; she was quite nervous, but shame wouldn't take her anywhere. She leaned back just a little before he pulled her into a longer, hungrier kiss. His hands reached for her waist as hers went behind his neck, allowing her impulses to take control of the situation. That first kiss raised their heartbeats, blushed their cheeks, and made them unable to see each other in the eyes for a few days.
That shame had already passed, but she'd still blush when he kissed her, and she
hoped that feeling wouldn't go away for a while (and it wasn't going to).
He moved a little between her arms and she smiled once more. She'd done that
a lot lately: smile. She was happy, happier than she'd ever been, and all because of that golden-haired boy; a boy that had grown quicker than he should've and had taught her about perseverance, strength, love, and patience.
Waiting for him had been easier than expected, for she was so in love with him
and had waited for him for so long, waiting a little more was not hard. She tried to keep herself busy during that time, though, to avoid thinking about him too much: she'd spend hours working on her new designs, and even went to Rush Valley a couple of times to help her clients down there too, while she waited. She´d always liked to keep herself busy and productive but she did a little more work during this time. At night, however, sometimes she'd stay up thinking about him, hoping he was safe. Hoping he was taking good care of his leg and putting enough oil on it (she knew he wasn't, though; Ed was never too good at taking care of himself); there were nights in which she hugged the pillow harder than usual, hoping that if she wished it hard enough he'd come back right now and hug her. She would never admit to this feeling, though. She'd been sure he'd laugh and laugh at her, thinking it was too cheesy. She had no idea he'd sometimes feel the same way.
Her feelings were clearer ever since she acknowledged them that one time she
went to Central: she knew it was love. It was love and nothing else; she'd never felt it like this, so clear and pure.
At first, the waiting hadn't been very exhausting, but as the days and months
went on and the waiting ran shorter, she'd get a bit more anxious counting down the days for him to come back to her arms. And so he had, he was here now and wouldn't go away for a long time.
Edward's body was a map of love she'd dedicate her days and nights to explore
more and more, discovering new places of his body and soul. Winry couldn't think of any other way she'd rather spend the rest of her nights— the rest of her life, nor someone else she'd rather sleep with.
N/A: Well I hope you liked it. Thank you for always reading me, I appreciate every single fav, review and follow. I am working hard on new Full Metal Alchemist projects as well as Merlin ones; always feel free to leave constructive comments and suggestions! Always thankful with my dear friend Lily whom I love very much, also I wanted to say I dedicate this one-shot to a special someone I hold deep in my heart.
Love to all of you out there that enjoyed this and read it until the end. Read you next time.
-BKS
PD: I am sorry if it looks a little messy, every time I upload a doc., it moves the paragraphs and cuts sentences in half, don't really know why. I'll try to fix it thought! Thank you!
