A/N This just randomly popped out of my head during a class the other night. I think it turned out pretty well. Anyway, just a short drabble here. It's AlWin, because they're just too cute!
Many many many thank to Jackstortugalass for looking over it for me! (You're just that awesome, Chico, that you get a mention in the author note )
Disclaimer: if I owned FMA, I'd have enough money to buy the other dvds and manga volumes.
Enjoy, everyone!
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My world is in the kitchen, elbow deep in baking flour as sprinkles of bright cinnamon pepper the table top. Its scent fills the sunlit room as it catches beneath her short fingernails. A bowl of tart johnny apples sits expectantly at the other end of the table, already stripped of their green skins.
She works steadily, happily, and her motions seem easy from practice. Her fingers wriggle through the frail dough, guiding the cinnamon to mingle into the crust.
When you can eat again...
I cross the room, a dreamy sort of air about us as I pause close behind her. She turns to me, her pale hair dancing in the light. White puffs are scattered across her cheeks and forehead, and she brushes at them as her bright eyes settle on my face. It dawns on her that she's only making more smudges and she laughs, a beautiful, lilting sound.
...I'll make you an apple pie.
I let myself fold around her, enveloping her smaller body and pulling it as close to my own as I'm able. The pie momentarily forgotten, she curls back into me, bringing her forehead closer to rest it against my chin. I can't help feeling a thrill when I feel the heat between us, and I know that she can feel it too. There was a time when I couldn't have felt the warmth of her, and I hadn't had any of my own to give. That's all in the past, it doesn't matter now. My world is in the kitchen and in my arms. I don't need to feel anything but that.
When you can eat again, I'll make you an apple pie.