I am lying next to the most beautiful woman in the world, Edward thought, and I don't even know how to make her feel it. He and Winry were on their backs under the biggest tree in Resembool, gazing at the starlit sky above them.

The fireflies danced and glimmered around their heads, a warm breeze washing over their bodies. Winry was rambling about a constellation, her hands connecting the dots excitedly, halfheartedly trying to paint a picture for Edward. He wasn't listening to her, though. Instead, he was staring at the profile of her face.

He couldn't help but notice for the first time just how beautiful she was. Her face was illuminated by the soft glow of stars and fireflies. The long grass around them framed her body perfectly, blonde hair splayed around her head. Her milky skin practically shimmered. Edward thought she looked like some kind of moon goddess, and he smiled warmly, softly chuckling at his silly thought. When the hell did I get this mushy? I can practically feel it oozing out of my pores. But he didn't care. Not now. Not with her.

Edward propped himself up on his side to get a better look at her. Winry was still babbling about some love story between a warrior and one of the princesses, when she cut off midsentence. "What are you looking at me like that for?" She studied him curiously, her cobalt blue eyes extinguishing his smoldering embers.

"Nothing," he sighed, rolling on his back, his gaze fixing on the stars above him. How the hell does Winry see anything in these? His brow furrowed as he tried to see the different constellations.

"So anyway, Tordas gets together with another girl," she pointed to a cluster of stars, "named Rosalia. They were not a good pair at all. He belonged with Anita, but he was way too shy to tell her how he felt." There was a sharp intake of air from Edward, causing Winry to turn her head and look at him.

"Winry, I don't understand any of this," he said, rolling on his side, his back to her. She giggled weakly, sitting upright in the grass and sighing, pulling her legs into her chest, head resting on her knees. Why didn't Edward love her the way she loved him? Why doesn't he understand that she loves him?

If only I could find the words to say it… I won't end up like that Tordas guy! Edward thought, biting a nail on his left hand. Nail-biting was a habit he only had when he was around Winry. She just made him so nervous sometimes. He sat up, scooting closer to Winry. Fireflies danced into the sky at the sudden disturbance. Winry didn't move, only followed them with her eyes.

Should I put my arm around her? Hesitantly, he lifted his left arm, but the way she curled into herself made it hard for him to wrap it around her right. Saving himself the embarrassment, he let it drop into the grass. "Win…" She shifted, lifting her head and putting weight on her arms at her sides.

"Hm?" Now was his chance. He mustered up the confidence to put his arm around her and pulled her close. Winry was tense against his body. What had gotten into him? After a few moments, she adjusted, resting her head on his shoulder, putting more weight onto him. It sure felt nice to feel the warmth of his body against hers. Winry was sure her heart was going to burst.

"Winry, I—" She looked up at him anxiously, waiting for the words to come. A knot formed in the pit of Edward's stomach. He could not get enough air into his lungs. "I…Um. It's really hard for me to say this, but…"

"It's okay Ed, take your time." She smiled at him, his stomach fluttering, a light blush spreading across his cheeks. Her hair framed her face perfectly, the starlight gleaming behind her.

He wanted to say he loved her, and he had for a very long time. He wanted to tell her she was one of the kindest, sweetest, most compassionate people he'd ever met, and how breathtakingly beautiful she was. He loved every inch of her. Her hair, her smile, her cheeks, her hands, her eyes… God her eyes. The words were caught in his throat, refusing to slip past his lips.

He exhaled suddenly, realizing he had been holding his breath. She giggled, nuzzling his neck. He pulled away suddenly, and repositioned himself so he was facing her, Indian style, urging her to do to same. She scooted close to him, their knees touching. He grabbed her hands, flesh on flesh on flesh on flesh, gently rubbing the backs with his thumbs. She's so patient, he thought, giving her hands a gentle squeeze.

If only there was a way I could express my love without words… He could have thrown himself off a cliff for not realizing it sooner.

Before Winry knew what was happening, his lips landed awkwardly on hers, eyes wide with shock as the man she loved was finally kissing her. She squeezed his hands tight, and he laced his fingers with hers.

Winry returned the kiss gently, to Edward's relief. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he deepened the kiss. Winry opened her mouth, happily giving Edward's tongue access. They kissed passionately under the stars for a while longer, hands roaming, tongues touching, hearts on fire.

Edward broke the kiss, grabbing her face with both hands, kissing her forehead. "I love you," he said softly, looking down. She was beaming. Sheepishly, he looked back up at her.

"I love you, too." They kissed again.