I have been absolutely out of ideas for a short WinryxEd fluff fic. When I was asking to tend to a fire, since the people watching it had to go out, I got the inspiration for this, and walla. Good, bad, could improve? (It was done rather fast) please review!
-------------
If it was any other day, night, event, then perhaps she would use her wrench to bat him into unconsciousness- just not now.
Flames licked the skies, leaping and swooning under the heat, rising and reaching before descending once more into ember pools of oblivion, as the show reflected in Winry's azure orbs, taking in the act with an absent, awestruck smile.
Fire. Not just any fire, a bonfire, just for Ed and herself. No words were exchanged, just the hum of the amber spiraling in kaleidoscope loops, and the movement Edward had made when he placed his crimson jacket over her shoulders, which she had nuzzled into and felt her eyes close against its warmth, the fragrance of blood and sweat shielding her from the ashes.
Those months spent alone were in the cold, with the heavens releasing quiet tears among the landscape, and this was what she was used to. Now he was here, and she was numb with contentment and the heat against her face and right arm, the arm which he was leaning on, looked quite drugged with sleep, wavering between the choice of ending the display for tonight or staying with her for a little longer.
Small strands of flax hair hung limply framing his face, the night sky bleached with flickering stars, and with a small smirk on her face at his troubled expression, Winry allowed her body to relax, letting her head collapse onto his shoulder.
Before everything faded into her light sleep, she could feel his flesh arm snake around her waist and draw her closer, the light of the fire dissolving into his black shirt.
If it was any other day, maybe she wouldn't love him like she did now.