A drabble of Ed and Winry.
I don't own FMA.
"Firefly"
"Where are you taking me?" she asked, taking his hand as he helped her step on the rocks that created a bridge across the stream. The air was hot and humid and she was glad the dress she wore was made of such light material.
"You'll see," he answered, grinning so widely it split his face in two. She felt giddy and nervous. She'd never been on a date before.
They walked for a while, hands held tightly together, fingers entwined. The outside smelled of rain, and leftover droplets still clung to drooping grass. Somewhere in the distance, an owl hooted. It was a typical July night, warm and filled with sounds. In the light from the moon and the stars, the white fabric from her dress seemed too bright and noticeable. She wondered if she should've picked a better color.
"We're almost there." He let go of her hand and walked behind her. The wind blew her hair into his face. "Now close your eyes and hold your hands out."
"Why?" she asked before she could stop herself. Even so, she allowed her eyes to shut and spread out her arms.
"You'll see," he said again, and too both her hands, moving her arms so her elbows were tucked at her sides. She bit her bottom lip. An owl hooted, but it sounded louder than before. "Start walking, but keep your eyes shut. I'm leading you."
She giggled. "I feel like Belle from Beauty and the Beast."
He laughed softly and the sound rustled her hair. She hadn't realized he was that close. He threaded his fingers through hers. "I promise you, my surprise is much better than a library."
"What's so bad about a library?"
He answered with just a laugh. They fell quiet, and it took all her willpower not to let her eyes open. She just hoped she wasn't going to be disappointed.
"Okay, now stop." She did so, and felt grass tickle her ankles, longer than before. He spread her arms out again, so they went as far as they could, and let go of her hands.
"Where did you go?" she asked, laughing again. A breeze made her dress flap against her thighs. "Should I drop my arms?"
"No," he answered. "Don't. Just open your eyes."
For a moment, she kept them closed, afraid to let this brief second of wonder go. But then she smiled, and let them open, laughing the moment she did.
"This is amazing!" she said, turning around in a circle, keeping her arms wide, like she was going to hold the entire night in her hands.
It was a large field, the grass long and mixed with heather, humming with the song of bees and dragonflies, lit up by flickering glow of fireflies. The sky was filled with stars, bright pinpricks of fire, so far away. She went to turn again, but he caught her around the waist and she laughed and he laughed and they didn't stop for what seemed a very long time.
"Do you like it?" he asked, looking at her.
"It's amazing," she answered. "Absolutely amazing."
"You have the most beautiful eyes," he said, and she laughed again.
"Thank you." A firefly flew between them, its smoldering light causing his smiling face to glow, but only for a moment.
"So, is it better than a library?" he asked.
"Much better," she answered.
And he kissed her.