FMA This happens after the movie Conqueror of Shamballa. Following the original FMA

Winry's P.O.V.

I lay awake in the dark gripping my blanket tightly trying to keep the memories at bay. I will not lose it today, I've been doing better, I will not cry. But the silence of the house reminds me that I am alone and have been for a while.

My head starts to think about things that I know are only going to end with me crying. Shortly after I had witnessed Alphonse and Edward travel back to the other world, I traveled home only to find Grandmother sick and in bed. I did everything I could do for her but in the end there was nothing I could do.

Now, a year later, with Grandmother gone and the feeling that I will never again see my best friends weighing heavy on my heart, I don't know what else to do but try and make it one day at a time. Today was going to be a bad day.

Despite the warm spring sun peeking through my window, I feel anything but cheery. I throw the blanket off of my limp body and lay there yet again trying to convince myself that I need to get out of bed. I still have clients that need work done on their automail. One leg at a time I push myself up into a sitting position, closing my eyes and wishing, like I do every morning, for life to be as it was and hoping that when I opened them that I would hear Grandmother and Alphonse trying to convince Edward to drink his milk at the breakfast table.

However like every morning when I open them I hear nothing, only the silence that has filled this home for to long, who was I kidding, this wasn't a home anymore, not without the people who had made it a home for me for so long.

Before I can break down and cry, I stand up, slipping on my black skirt and white tank. I pull a zip up sweater over, it's still a bit cool in the mornings, even though I knew I would be shedding it later that day.

I decide while walking down the stairs that I'm not going to open up the shop today for walk-in's. I had enough repairs on my work bench to keep me occupied, and it will give me some time to play catch up, besides I wasn't in my right mind to be dealing with people today, they would only ask if I was feeling alright or if something was bothering me and I wouldn't be able to answer them with my normal smile.

As I enter the kitchen I am again reminded that my wish didn't come true as I pass by the table where so many memories were made without giving it a second though. I make it to the stove without any tears, picking up the tea kettle and filling it with water for my morning tea. As the water is heating up I grab a cup from the cabinet, reaching past the glass Edward had chipped one morning when Al tried to force him to drink his milk. I take a tea bag from the tin Grandmother had always kept her tea in and plopped it into the cup just as the tea kettle had started to boil. The rich aroma of the tea reminding me of Grandmother. I take my cup, smelling of memories and sit down at the table, not wanting to touch it in fear that I would somehow take some mark off it it that reminded me of better times.

I sit drinking my tea, almost without looking in one direction or the other, now I understood why Ed and Al had burned their family home when there was nothing left for them there, to many memories that caused sadness.

I'm just about to finish my tea when I hear a soft knock at the door. I choose to ignore it, can't the person read? I had a closed sign on the door. I took the last sip of my tea just as another knock came, this time it was a bit louder.

"I'm closed today, You'll have to come back tomorrow for repairs."

The knock turned into a pounding on the door frame. What was with this person? Were they just going to keep pounding on my door until I answered? This better be an emergency. I think to myself as I walk the short distance to the door, anger plain in my foot steps.

I unlock the door and begin to turn the knob. "Listen unless this is an emergency..."

My words are lost when I see who is standing outside the door. My hand falls off the knob. "Edward?"

"I may be taller but I'm still me."

I take a couple steps back looking for something to lean on or maybe something too hold me up as my knees start to give in. I fall to the ground and suddenly his hands are on my shoulders.

"How?... Al... You... It's been a year." I manage to say before a river of words start to flow. "I needed you and you were gone, you left without even saying good bye. I've been all alone. How could you have been so reckless, Grandmother died, you left and I needed you."

The tears are flowing as well, hot and wet and I can't breath anymore. His hands slide to my back as he pulls me into him. I can feel one hand holding my head to his shoulder while the other rubs soothing circles on my back.

"I'm sorry Winry, I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere."

"I've... missed you... so much." I hiccup.

"I've missed you too." His voice is hot on the shell of my ear. His hands are on each side of my face pulling me back, my eyes catch his, only inches away as he puts his forehead against mine. "Winry...I-"

Without thinking I lean forward, pressing my lips to his. He kisses back, moving his lips and deepening the kiss. I can't stop the tears from streaming down my cheeks again and I have to break away to catch my breath. He puts his forehead back against mine, his thumbs wiping away the wetness, one with the coldness of metal, the other with warmth. I can't hold back the tear stained smile I give him before looking to the floor.

"I love you Winry, I guess it just took me living in a different world without you to realize it."

"Idiot." I whisper before lifting my face again and pressing my lips to his once more. His hands more over my body and I suddenly feel myself being picked up. I trust him and my legs would be no good anyway as I feel the tingling of pins, signifying that they are indeed asleep. I don't even bother to open my eyes, letting my other senses memorize this moment. He smells of a strange, but good kind of smell with a hint of oil, his mouth tasting of a light mint. My hands find their way to his hair that is in a lose pony tail, it seems silkier then what I remember. I can tell by the light to dark as well as the sound of his feet on the floor that we are in the stair well.

He pulls away from the kiss needing to concentrate on the stairs. "I'm taking you back to your room, you seem like you could use a good rest, you've been through a lot and I feel like I'm to blame so I'm going to take care of you until you feel better." He says entering my room.

He sets me on the bed helping me take off my sweater and pulling the blanket back up around me. As he starts to stand up I almost start to panic when a thought comes to my mind. "Where's Alphonse?" I ask sitting up.

"He said he had somethings to do in town, and he wanted to stop by the cemetery. He'll be here later."

"So you came here without stoping?"

"Yep, straight out of the portal." His hand goes to the back of his head as he starts to blush. "I guess I could't wait to see you..." He smiles.

"Edward, will you stay with me then?"

The smile fades as he looks at me, seriousness on his face.

"It's just, I've missed you so much." my eyes start to water again.

Edward walks back over to the edge of the bed, sitting down next to me and wrapping me in his arms. "Of course I'll stay. I'll do whatever you want."

He lets go of me, kicking off his shoes and taking his jacket off. I pull back the blanket, encouraging him to really lay with me, I want to feel his warmth next to me, his skin on mine. I wanted to know he was real.

Edward's P.O.V.

I lay down next to Winry, pulling the blanket up around us. Before I can really get comfortable she's snuggling into me. I settle for my back, right arm under her neck as she lays her head on my chest. Just when I think she's about to fall asleep she lifts her head.

"Ed?"

"Yeah?"

"Welcome home." She says before kissing me again. Her hand moving from my chest to my neck, adding slight pressure as if she wants me to move. I start to lean closer to her, her hand pulls me just a bit more.

I allow her to pull me until she's on her back and I am laying on my side almost above her. Her other hand's fingers weave into my hair. Her lips part, parting mine, I feel her tongue against my bottom lip. Moving to put one arm on either side of her shoulders, I deepen the kiss pushing her tongue back into her mouth with mine. She lets out a small sound of surprise but relaxes and allows my tongue to caress hers slowly.

Her hands travel down from my face to my shoulders and down my arms, the next time I feel them they are pushing at my shirt, thumbs lightly grazing over my stomach, feeling each muscle flex as they move up. I never thought she would have this kind of effect on me, my body reacting to every touch. My heart racing as her hand rests over it.

I pull away from the kiss that has been growing more needy, and my breath comes out a bit shaky. Winry blinks up at me and I sit up on my knees, removing my shirt before returning to kissing her. Her hands move freely now without the restrictions of my shirt, her right hand resting on my shoulder. My left hand moves toward her to find her shirt has ridden up and as my fingers touch the skin of her stomach she makes a sound that makes my blood flow south, my right hand grips the sheet. She shifts under me causing my left hand to move further up her body. Her hand is on my chest pushing me up but as I start to raise she follows, keeping her lips on mine, once sitting, she breaks the kiss. As I open my eyes I see a flash of fabric and then I see her in nothing but her undergarment.

Her hands are yet again at the back of my head, pulling me to her, her lips crashing into mine a bit to hard.

I pull back, "Ow."

"Sorry." She says with a smile.

I lean in slower kissing her lightly, her hands disappear. My hands are on either side of her face and as she relaxes they fall to her shoulders. The straps of her undergarment are lose and fall as my hands travel down her arms. Once my hands are back on the bed I slowly start to lay her back down.

I can feel her hands on my sides as my chest touches hers, skin to skin, she makes another small noise and I tense up for a second, aware of the tightness in my pants. She must have read my mind, her hands move to the front of my pants and start to unbutton them. With the undoing of the last button, I pull away from her lips letting out my own sound, filled with relief as well as impatience. I move my left hand to her bare side, thumb rotating in circles as my hand moves slowly over her smooth skin. My mouth resting on her neck.

Her mouth is by my ear as she makes little noises, telling me to continue. I kiss at her neck lightly and her breathing catches in her throat, I can feel her pulse against my tongue. I feel her move under me, feel her hips shimmy against my left leg, but before I can guess what she's done, her hands are pushing at my pants that are resting just below my hips.

My mouth comes up off her neck letting out a strained groan as her hands slide down my hips pushing my pants lower. I lift myself up so she can continue pushing them as far as she can get them with her hands. She moves her left leg nudging me to move mine. I lift it and find her legs pushing my pants the rest of the way down. After a shuffle of fabric and a nervous laugh from her, both my legs are free from my pants and I can feel her legs on either side on my hips.

Fingers travel down her body, finding the silky liquid between her folds. Her breath comes out in a hot shudder against my ear. I push a bit harder onto her and the next breath comes out in a quite moan. I melt into her, lips finding her neck, licking and kissing, fingers relaxing and finding a fluid motion to make her continue the reassuring sounds.

The more I rub the louder her moans, and faster her breathing. I notice that the nub I have been stimulating is growing harder with each pass of my finger tips. I quicken the small rotations.

My lips come off her neck, moving to her ear. "Does this feel good?" I whisper, already knowing the answer, but I wanted to hear it from her.

Her hips buck slightly as she breathed out another pleasured cry. "Yes."

Calloused fingers run down my sides, I close my eyes and give her my own form of pleasured noise. The next thing I feel is one of them moving in from my hip to grasp onto me, causing me to momentarily forget what I'm doing to her as my hips move slowly, rubbing my length against her gently closed hand. As soon as I realize what I'm doing I bite my bottom lip and begin moving my fingers again.

Her breath catches yet again but this time it's different, her hips shudder to a stop, and her grip on me tightens. She starts breathing once more with a heavy rise and fall of her chest. Her other limbs start to work, both her hands pull me closer, one on my hip, the other on my now throbbing member. Her hips move also, the tip of me being coated in her wetness.

"Winry?"

"Gently."

I slowly start to push at her sliding easily into her opening. I push until I feel an end, slowly pulling back out and then sliding in again. Winry has her fingers tangled in my hair and her breathing is tense as if she's waiting for something. On the third slow thrust I come to the end again only this time, as if I have punctured through a wet piece of parchment, I plunge deeper. Winry cries out, her body stiffens, I don't dare move.

"Winry? Did I...?" I look at her and see new tears have formed in her eyes.

"I'm all right..." She breaths. "Just give me a second."

"Ok." I say.

She leans up to me and kisses me. I start to relax as her body does. She breaks the kiss, looking me in the eyes from only inches away. "I'm ok now."

I look at her not sure if she's telling me the full truth. She moves her hips and my eye sight goes black as I close my eyes. I can tell that she's still in some pain, I try and stop, halting my hips.

"Ed, please." She voice is shaking but clear.

I continue, trying to have some self control for Winry's sake, but the longer I continue the less in pain she sounds and the harder it is for me. My hands clench at the sheet below her, toes curling. Her hands are on my hips, pulling me into her a little faster with each thrust. Her hips are meeting mine and I can't help but put my forehead on hers trying to control my body.

Her hands move, fingers weaving into my hair once more, tilting my head so she can kiss me. For a moment my hips slow enjoying the kiss more then anything else. She pulls away.

"I want to be yours, I give you myself as a whole."

"Winry-"

"Just promise that you'll be around, that one day you will stay with me and not go on adventures, and we can get married and have kids of our own."

I kiss her because I want what she's offering. She knows that once I get Al his body so he too can have a future, that I will gladly be her future.

I pull back. "I promise."

She smiles and then moves in to kiss me again. I hadn't realized my hips had stopped until her hips bucked up and the sensation of her body restarted me. I started off slow, not wanting to hurt her again but as our breathing quickenes her moans of encouragement became louder. Her voice sounds so sweet as she says my name unlike any way she has said it before. She continues to whisper in my ear, words like faster, harder as well as a few I couldn't make out. I knew something was about to happen when her breathing stopped and her body tensed up almost unbearably. It only happened for a second before Winry is withering under me, loud moans escaping from her. I try to slow my hips only to be told to continue

"If I keep going..." I start to confess.

Her lips are on mine, her tongue pushing it's way into my mouth. Her hips moving to meet mine causing the thrust to be harder, she quickens the pace using her hips until I reach my breaking point. With my left arm I reach down and take her leg, pulling it until it rests in the crook of my elbow. I adjust my legs, giving them more power. My other hand reaches up to grab the head board, wood cracking under the automail.

I thrust into her and she comes off my lips with a cry of pleasure, as I continue her body begins to get tight again and I know this is it, once she orgasms I won't be able to hold back my own again. Winry's hands are at my back gripping onto me as best she can with the sheen of sweat that covers our bodies. I lean in and kiss her knowing we're both close, just one last...

Winry's fingers dig into my flesh as she moans against my mouth. I push deeply into her and release my own pleasure, the second wave of pleasure comes as my hips involuntarily thrust once more into her. I pulled back from the kiss letting my head fall to the side, to rest on her shoulder.

She's breathing just as hard in my ear as I am on her skin and our bodies have come to a stop, other then the little twitches of over used muscles. I start to relax putting her leg back down on the bed and letting go of the headboard. Her right hand searches and is only still once it's fingers have locked with my left hand. My eyes are closed and as my breathing slows I start to feel tired.

"Edward."

Winry's voice snaps me back.

"I love you."

"I love you too." I say.

I push myself up allowing my hips to rise, the sudden coldness waking me even more. She moves her leg to the side and I lay down next to her. My body fully relaxes when Winry lays her leg over the top of mine, her head on my chest, hand in mine again. I reach over and pull a sheet over us, it feels as though it weighs ten pounds, but it's a comforting weight and before I know it I'm drifting off.

Winry's P.O.V.

I can hear his heart beating in my ear and feel the rise and fall of his chest, the soreness inside me from what we had just done and still I was afraid to go to sleep. I was afraid that I would wake up and this would have all been a dream. His hand twitches and I'm reminded of its weight on mine, I move my fingers and feel the strength of his chest under my palm and finger tips. I feel the curve of his hip against my core when I move my hip causing me to close my eyes. Movement and I suddenly feel the coldness of his automail on my hip. I take a deep breath and slowly start to fall asleep wishing that this is no dream.

I hear the door downstairs open, silently cursing Ed for not locking it before coming up here and then remembering that his reason for being here was my fault. I hear the door close and muffled talking, then foot steps on the stairs. I'm to tired to answer when I hear the light knock, or react when I hear the door slowly open.

"Winry? Ed?" I hear a whisper that makes me smile knowing the voice echoed in armor. "I knew it."