-Edward-
He liked how she kissed him.
No, not on the lips, but rather on the cheek. It happened so often now that it was almost as natural as seeing her in the house. Kisses on the lips, well… they were reserved to special occasions only, such as goodbye kisses before and after his travels, congratulatory kisses for the other's accomplishments, or the highly special fevered kisses only done in their private sessions on the bed.
But kisses on the cheek? That was their everyday kisses. It was done so often that it no longer felt awkward, but somehow it still felt special anyway. He loved how she's stride to him with purpose, circling her hands around his neck as his own circled her waist, staring deeply into his eyes as she gave him the smile that she reserved just for him.
And then he'd kiss her, and she'd press her cheek to his – usually the right side – allowing him to feel her soft skin in his, before she swiveled her head so that she never actually broke their skin contact before her lips pressed to his skin and finished the ritual with a kiss. It gave him the time to breathe her scent deeply, catching a whiff of that soft flowery scent of the perfume she loved to wear, the sugary apples and dough whenever she baked apple pies, and the underlying smell of automail oil. Sometimes, she'd smell of milk whenever she was making something for their children, who for Edward's eternal confusion loved milk. Then she'd pull away and he would be able to see her eyes – sparkling just like sunlight reflected on the surface of the bluest, deepest lake.
And they'd talk about whatever was in their mind at that time. Hey; Did you have a good night's sleep?; I heard you having a nightmare last night, are you okay now?; What will we have for dinner;, Hey, I made some pies for you, have some; I'm going; Have a safe trip; Come back soon; I will; I'm home; Welcome home; I love you. She'd look at him as though he was the sun, and he'd stare back at her as though she was the moon, and finally he'd lean in to her lips and she'd take his kiss as though it was the sweetest nectar that would keep her alive. He had feared, once, that the adoration in her eyes would slowly die away along with each passing days, but he feared wrong. Her smile remained, just as her loyalty did. Really, she was too good for him – the patience, the understanding, the silent support whenever he was pained – sometimes he wondered how she could put up with him for years. Clearly, having known each other for a long time gave an advantage to her. She knew how to deal with him. She could light a fire within him so easily whenever he was down. She could blow a wind to move his ship whenever his sail refused to budge. She provided him a house, a home, a family that was more that he deserved.
Really, what else could he ask from her?
A/N: I'm in the mood of making short fics, it seems. This is part one of my two-shot. The next one will have a look of things from Winry's perspective. It's already done so I'll post it soon. Tomorrow, maybe?
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