Golden Glitters
A One-shot
By AngolMoaChan
Summary: All that is gold does not glitter…
Sequel-ish thing to Mornings in the Elric House.
Okay, you all may slap me for not writing Suspicions now. (waits)
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Moving on, I saw the fanfic the oh-so-kind FullMetal59 wrote based off of "Mornings in the Elric House", so I wanted to expand a little on the "children" theme. Sound good to y'all? (…god, I am SUCH a hick…)
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Golden eyes blinked awake slowly, opening to the hazy light of early morning. The owner of said orbs, Edward Elric, groaned loudly and buried his nose in the nest of warm blonde hair located below his chin. He slowly reached over and wrapped an arm over the slim waist of Winry Rockbell, his wife and mechanic, and breathed in the scent of her shampoo, trying to ignore the golden rays of the sun flaring across the bedsheets like the splayed fingers of a child.
Speaking of children…Ed could have sworn he heard the thudding of socked feet on wood floor followed by a voice in his ear. He closed his eyes again and steadied his breathing, so maybe this little interruption would leave the room before Edward Elric went into "awakened-before-he-was-damn-well-ready-to-be" mode.
"dad…dad…" the soft whisper was evident now, a child's timid voice murmuring in his ear deliberately, trying to get Dad awake for some reason Edward would rather not think about this early.
The soft, fatherly part of Ed was melting with glee at the innocence in his daughter's voice, but sleep was still calling and he was ready to pick up the phone. He growled softly in his throat and tried to make the annoyance go away…
"Dad, come on! Get up!" something tugged on his long hair and he jumped but kept his position, tangled up with Winry so little hands couldn't pull him free. Ed heard the defeated sigh of the child and he grinned victoriously, stifling a laugh into Winry's blonde locks. Almost as if on cue, something jumped on his stomach, "Daaaaddd! Come on! You're supposed to take me to see Mr. Mustang today!"
Ah yes. Another reason not to get up, "…five more minutes…"
"Wake up!" Chubby fingers began to tickle over his bare stomach, completely ignoring the face that he was shirtless and pretty damn cold.
Ed froze. This…is bad. "Oh…no…not there, please…" He started to laugh uncontrollably, "Haha--Nina! Stop--it!"
"Come on, Dad! Time to get up!" Nina giggled at the expression on her dad's face, completely helpless to the wrath of her curious fingers, "Or I'll get Mom up and then you know you'll regret it!"
He blinked and sat up, letting the seven-year-old slide off of him like water, "…you're probably right. I don't think anything wants to wake your mother up before sev--GAH!"
A pair of wandering fingers, this time slender and feminine, traced up his spine, followed by lips pressed lightly against his neck, "Who said anything about me being asleep?"
Ed shivered up and down, "Jeez, Winry, you scared me half to death…"
"Good morning to you too." She smiled sleepily and draped her arms around his neck, "You sound tired."
"I am! A certain little girl woke me up when I was rather comfortable…" he glared playfully at Nina, who giggled cutely, "And now I'm going to have to take her all the way to Central to see everyone's favorite Colonel Bastard."
Winry laughed, "Ah, I almost forgot about that. At least it's not so far off anymore…"
"Yeah, yeah, I know…only a couple of hours, blah blah blah." He grumbled but then turned to face Winry. He smiled at her before quickly pecking her cheek, "Good morning."
"Aww, come on, that's all I get for a goodbye kiss? You are leaving your poor wife here all by herself for a couple of day--"
Ed cut her off, swinging her around so she was almost sitting in his lap before kissing her, holding her up and close to him with one hand. Nina giggled, "Ewww! Dad! Mom!"
"Nina, when you grow up and get pretty, I hope you don't get a romance blockhead like your father…" Winry grinned at her daughter from her comfortable position, curled in Ed's lap in a catlike sprawl, "You should hope for a guy like your uncle. He's a romantic."
"Heey! Winry!" Ed whined before pushing her out of his lap, causing her to pitch over onto the floor, "Well if I'm not a romantic, then you can't have that spot. Now come on, we have to start breakfast."
She winked at Nina, "See? I have to push limits to get what I want. That's how we had our first kiss, anyway…"
"Oh…? What happened?"
Ed blushed about ten shades of red, "Winry! Don't tell your daughter that!"
"Mom! Ignore Dad! Tell me!"
Winry grinned and picked up Nina, "Well…it was a really nice day, back home in Resembool…"
"Win! Come on!" Ed complained, "I hate that damn story!"
"…and I was in the workroom, fixing his arm for the billionth time when I suggested that we--"
"It was not the billionth time! It was more like the…fourteenth…"
"--go outside. So your dad followed me outside, and I started to taunt him. You know, call him short. That always gets him really mad."
"You didn't just call me short! You pushed the envelope! Called me a beansprout!"
"…he didn't have his other arm, because I was fixing it, so he had no way to get me...so he pinned me to the wall with one hand and kissed me. Needless to say I was very shocked…" she trailed off, grinning impishly, "And that was the end of the talking for awhile."
Nina smiled at her Dad, "Shorty!"
"Aww! Come on! Now my wife and my daughter are conspiring against me! Not fair!"
"You said it yourself, Ed. Let's start breakfast." Winry winked at him before putting Nina down. The little girl raced down the stairs shouting "FOOD!" all the way.
With Nina out of the room, Ed walked over to Winry and slipped his arms around his waist, "You can't say I'm not romantic. Not after everything you were saying to me last night…" he grinned down at her, golden eyes twinkling mischievously.
She blushed, "Touché, touché."
"Thank you, you're far too kind." He took her hand and led her downstairs, "We have a little monster downstairs that wants food and wants it now."
"And you're asking me to make it? Treat us, Mr. Gourmet Chef" she smirked, knowing she had won this game, "You know damn well I can't bake without burning something."
"Fair enough. I'm always looking for a chance to show off my culinary art." Ed grinned and went into the kitchen, tying his long hair into a ponytail, "I'll make waffles. Sound good to you two?"
"Yes!" they chorused, even the grumblings of their stomachs in perfect harmony.
"Wasn't expecting such an enthusiastic answer! Alright, waffles it is." He busied himself pulling ingredients from cupboards.
"So what does Roy want you to come in for anyway?" Winry asked curiously, folding her hands and resting her chin on top, "It's not like you're still one of his dogs…"
"I dunno…he probably wants to brag about Maye" he groaned, rolling his eyes, "He's almost as bad as Hughes was, and that's saying something…"
"Maye's a pretty cute kid, though. Not as cute as Nina…" she nodded concisely, drawing up the picture of Mustang's amber-eyed daughter, "And I'm sure he and Riza will raise her well."
Ed snorted, "Are you kidding? You know Hawkeye will do all the work." A little while later, three steaming batches of waffles sat on plates before each member of the Elric family, topped with strawberries and powdered sugar, "Bon apetit!"
"Mmm! This looks great Ed!" Winry clapped her hands joyfully, "You always know what to make for me!"
"Of course! You're my girl!' he flirted, winking at her affectionately.
Winry laughed and rolled her eyes, "You're just saying that to get me in your bed again."
There was a short silence as Ed comprehended what she said. He nodded once, before reaching down to pick up a bite of the waffle, only to stop with the morsel in mid air. Ed looked at her, eyes wide as coins in the picture of innocence, "…is it working?"
She groaned, slapping a hand to her forehead exaggeratedly, "…maybe."
"Really?"
"When you get back…maybe…"
Ed grinned before looking down at the plain silver pocket watch looped into his belt, "…Winry? Hate to break it to you…but we have to leave. Now."
"Huh? What?"
He jumped out of his seat and raced upstairs. The room was silent for a moment before Ed came barreling back down the stairs, dressed in his usual red-on-black attire. He grabbed Nina's hand and pulled her to the door, "Come on! We'll miss the train!"
She giggled and followed him, "Okay! Coming!"
Winry stared at the door for a moment, willing it to open again. It didn't: so she turned back to her waffle. Suddenly, Ed came banging back through the door and went to Winry, "I forgot something."
"What did you--oh…" he dropped his suitcase and pulled her close by her waist before kissing her passionately. Winry let her fork fall back on the table as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Ed broke off and smiled at her, "Love you, machine junkie."
"Love you too, alchemy freak. Have fun at the office."
"Fun isn't the right word…" he groaned before kissing her forehead, "See you in two days."
"Bye!" she laughed as he went zooming out the door again, gone in a flash of red and gold. Winry smiled and continued to eat, watching as the silhouette of the black car in their driveway pulled out and shot up the road.
Life is just a play, and all men and women it's actors. It gets a little crazy, a little funny, a little sad, and even a little odd sometimes, and Winry could honestly say she loved having the leading role.
END
Ahem…now that your teeth have rotted from fluff, I would like to bring you the announcement that I am an ACTION TYPER! XDD
I apparently make faces when I type/write. Weird, huh?
If the site isn't having issues like it was LAST time I tried to post, then I can put it up tomorrow. Cause I don't have school. Jealous yet? XD
Love to you all, especially FullMetal59 for using me as a muse! (Yes, I'm still totally thrilled about that! XDD)
AMC