"WHAT?! An EdxWin Oneshot?! You don't even LIKE that pairing that much! Have you even the right, you horrible updater?! You only have one chapter of Tourniquet done, you Anteater Turd!"
Yes, yes, you are permitted to shoot the author. Hang her from her feet in the town square and show her crappy SasuNaru doujin. It's been a few weeks since any activity. THE EXCUSES YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR: I wrote another "oneshot" -(I use this term loosely because it's six pages long) and then I seem to have contracted a form of flu. -.-;; it's not Swine, don't freak out. But that was the whole thing, see. The freaking out. Mom had a heart attack trying to disinfect everything because she wasn't sure if it was swine or not so~ I wasn't to breathe on anything important. Like the laptop. So. If you were keeping up with brotherhood. That's where this sprung from. Or whatever. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal. But Fullmetal owns. (XD oh nerd joke)
Enjoy.
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She kissed him first.
It was probably because he had no initiative, an awkward adolescent boy at heart with no knowledge of girls besides his own mother, because when she leaned in and held her face a few centimeters from his so that her breath tickled his nose, his mind scattered into a million places at once and he was still. She kissed him first because when they sat on the porch with the lamp gone out and the whole universe stretched out in front of them like a huge stage, she could feel him shift on the edge of the railing towards her, even if he wasn't even aware that he was doing it. And the entire sky would light up and he could feel her leaning forward into breeze at night, and somehow find that she managed to entwine her hand up with his because he could feel the warmth radiate off of her fingers. Feeling small against such a large world, she kissed him first because, when he felt her turn towards him and he looked into the corner of his eyes, he turned a little red, and was glad she couldn't see because then she would laugh, like a broken wind chime, and he didn't know what he would do then. He might lean in so that their noses touched. He was glad she couldn't see him in the dark. But she could feel him breathing, and felt his pulse through her fingertips, and he nervously brought his hand up to her face to brush her hair away, because it was in the way, and she put her other hand on to the railing so she wouldn't fall when she leaned in. They were like that for a moment, hesitating when they were so close, looking into the dark where they couldn't see, leaning on the porch in the night. He heard her breathe out, and then press their foreheads together, and brush her lips against his.
She kissed him first.
But he would kiss her last.
R&R, please.