So, this is my new Ed x Winry fanfic. There will be a second chapter. Read and enjoy! Please review. I really hope you guys like it! It's full of kissy fluff! Yay for fluff!

Sometimes, people in your life go out of it for a reason. Then, in some unknown way, they come back to you.

Or they show up at your front door at one in the afternoon. Which is exactly what happened the day Edward Elric came back into my life.

I had just finished writing my professional letter to an out of city client. I flopped on the couch and gazed up at the ceiling, my mind lost to the clouds.

A knock on the front door brought me back to earth. I answered with a smile and said, "Can I help—"

I froze. Like, deep froze. There, standing on my front step, was Edward Elric, an unreadable expression on his face. He sucked in a breath to speak.

I slammed the door.

It's okay, Winry, I told myself. Just stay calm, for Heaven's sake.

I hadn't seen him in three years. No phone calls, letters; I just knew he was alive by the occasional article in the newspaper. But he'd abandoned me completely. Granny had gone to live in the West; I was alone.

For one whole year, I grieved. I wanted to see him so badly it was tangible. And then I finally got it through my thick skull that he wasn't coming back. I started the process of burying him in my heart, down so deep I could barely see him anymore.

Now, of course, he was here in front of my house, waiting for me. I couldn't think.

No, Winry. Be strong. He has no power over you anymore.

I kick-started my brain and opened the door. "What is it, Ed?"

"I'm back, Winry. I missed you."

"No, I mean, what do you want, so you can GO AWAY and never return?" I made my face as hard and cold as I could under the circumstances. Deep down I was dancing with joy that he'd missed me too.

"Winry…" Ed sighed. "I wanted to come back for Mom's fifteenth anniversary. It's coming up. And since I have no place to stay…"

I wanted to yell and scream, but I had to be an adult about this. "You'll sleep on the couch." This is a mistake of gargantuan proportions, I sang to myself. "For how long?"

I made a face. "Fine." I turned on my heel and moved for the stairs. "But you're cooking for yourself."

He smiled dangerously. He's grown up, I thought to myself, ignoring the way that smile sent a jolt to my stomach.

"If you say so," he said. Since when did his voice get so deep? I wondered as I flopped on my bed. I cried for the allotted half an hour and then went back downstairs to make dinner.

I could feel him watching me.

A faint blush crept up the back of my neck. My heart was racing. No, stop it, I told myself sharply.

I heard footsteps behind me. Without warning, I felt arms go around me, doing nothing to help my racing heart.

First he shows up at my house, completely unannounced, and now he's holding me—

- So close, my mind whispered.

Shut up, I told that stupid little voice. "What are you doing?" My voice was not shaking. It just sounded like it.

"I've missed you, Winry. You have no idea." Ed's lips skimmed across the back of my neck, sending tiny strikes of lightning through me.

"Three years, Ed?" I said softly. "Three years?"

"It's complicated. But I'm home now."

That ticked me off. "No, Ed!" I pushed him away. "You don't get to show up here after three years and just expect me to act like nothing's happened." I hit my stride and ploughed on. "Do you know how hard it's been for me without you? Wishing every day you'd come back, and dying slowly every day you didn't? I waited," my voice dropped to a whisper. "I waited so long."

"Winry." Ed tried to hold me, but I kept pushing him away. "I was in official military business and I wanted to come home, but I couldn't."

"It's not like it matters," I said flatly. "It's over Ed. You're too late. I don't need you in my life again. It's not worth all the worry and pain." I turned my back and walked away.

Ed's hand shot out of nowhere, grabbing my arm and pulling me back to him, ignoring my struggles.

"Please don't say that, Winry." There was agony in his voice.

"Let me go," I ordered.

He held me tighter. "No."

A note of panic rose into my voice. "Ed. Let go." I started struggling harder.

He leaned back, caught my face between his hands, and kissed me.

I wanted nothing more than to sink into his arms and let him kiss me into oblivion. Instead, I fought. Not just him, but myself. The urge to just give in was overwhelming. Don't do it, I begged myself. You can't afford that kind of disappointment again.

Ed pulled away slowly. His eyes were closed, like he was savoring the moment.

I was trembling. I could still feel his touch, the little volts of electricity still going through my blood stream.

I wanted to slap him, but I was afraid that if I touched him, I'd fall apart completely. My knees were weak; I was terrified they were going to give and he'd be the one to catch me.

Ed took a step toward me. I took a shaky step back.

"Winry." Ed clucked his tongue, scolding gently. "Stop running. There's no point. You know I'll catch you."

My stomach clenched with what I'm quite sure was fear and my voice was shaking beyond my control when I said, "Why are you chasing me?"

Ed smiled another dangerous smile that sent a wave of heat rolling through me and took another step forward. I took a step backward, taking a second to really look at him. His cloak was falling back on his arms. The black of his shirt contrasted with his white smile and complemented the dangerous burning in his golden eyes. He'd grown a few inches. I hated to say it, but… Ed looked good. I mean, really good.

Stop that, you shouldn't be admire—looking at—his… broad… shoulders, and…

What are you doing? I demanded of myself. It doesn't affect you one bit how gorgeous he is. No, not gorgeous. He's just…

The ebb and flow of my thoughts was making me dizzy. I shook my head to clear it.

That bastard took yet another step forward, that smile on his face.

I kept backing away as he crept forward. "Yes, Ed," I said, more confidently than I actually felt. "Why are you chasing me? You'll never even dream of catching me."

"How can you even dream of running, Winry, on your trembling legs?" He backed me up against the back door, one hand on the side of my head as he leaned into me.

Crap, he noticed! "My legs are not trembling."

"Really." He leaned closer, his eyes burning, doing absolutely nothing for the blush on my face.

"Really."

"Then why are you blushing? Why are you breathing so hard? Why," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "Are you looking at my mouth like that?" He smiled, the dying sunlight framing his face from the front window, making him look like my own personal angel of death.

"I am not!" My face was hot.

"Winry." Ed looked at me, leaning even closer, our noses touching, our breath mingling. He smelled so… masculine. Then I rethought what I just did and kicked myself.

I had to escape. I wasn't sure I could fight off another kiss. I wouldn't survive it.

I felt for the doorknob and turned it right as Ed leaned forward. I kicked him in the shins and ran out the door. I heard his footsteps behind me.

I raced down the hill and turned into that little thicket behind my neighbors' house, hearing Ed behind me.

"What part of 'there's no point' do you not seem to get?" he called. I felt like I was hiding from an axe murderer.

"Winry? You know that it's not safe out here, right?" That made me feel better. He was worried.

"I can play games too, Winry. Seriously, just come out."

"I don't want to!" I shouted. Footsteps came in my direction. I ran out, away from him.

"Winry? Winry?" he kept calling me. I snuck out of the woods and ran back to the house, locking both doors.

Ed didn't like that. He realized I was gone ten minutes later and came pounding at the door. "This isn't funny, Winry!"

I snickered. "Yes, Ed, it kind of is."

I sat down at my work table and started tinkering with another client's automail. I had just finished the reinforcement on the hand when I was lifted out of my chair. I started kicking.

"Ed!"

"You really need to remember to lock the windows," Ed hissed in my ear. I had just enough time to curse myself before he set me on my feet. His hair was falling out of its braid. He looked furious, yet entertained.

"I caught you. Now surrender." He kissed my nose.

"Never," I said breathlessly.

"Well then." Ed placed his lips on mine with a passion that could have set the whole house on fire. He backed me into the wall. Unconsciously, I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist. He backed us up onto the couch, intertwined, him lying on top of me. This time, there was no resisting him.

My body took over. My arms wove around his neck, pulling him closer, wishing he'd never let me go.

His fingers were tracing my spine, making my eyes roll back in my head just a little. I'd been aching for his touch for so long; it felt like air to dying lungs.

Ed pushed me back.

"Ed?"

"Winry… are you… I mean, you fought me earlier."

"It's because of you." The truth was surging forward. I couldn't look into his eyes, filled with concern for my mental well being, and lie. It wasn't possible. "You make me nuts, Ed. I can't look at you, I can't even think about you without going insane. You hold a part of me in your hand, and that part contains my sanity."

Ed grinned. "Winry—"

"You have no idea what it did to me, to be left alone this long. And now you're back, and I'm so confused. I don't—"

He pulled me close. "I'm so sorry, Winry." He gripped me tighter. "I missed you too. I missed you so much it hurt. But just knowing you were here, ali—" He broke off, and I felt his teeth clench.

"What?"

"Nothing." He pulled away.

"Were you about to say, 'alive'?" I asked him, putting my hand on his arm.

He grabbed my hand and held it, tracing circles on the back. "Winry. Come on." He laughed. "Why would you be in danger?"

"Yeah." I laughed too, but I watched his face and saw the unmistakable look of a liar.

Something wasn't right. I was sure of it. Ed was hiding something. And I was going to find out.

I just didn't know exactly how bad things were going to get. Or how deadly.