She was so tight and wet and perfect. It undid what little resolve he had.

Edward couldn't decide if it was the staccato gasps and moans that punctuated every thrust of his hips that he loved most, or the slight jiggle of each breast, or the sweat pooled on her upper lip that he licked away, or even the tangle of her hair in his hands. There were too many elements of this tryst to simply pick one favorite part or fucking Winry Rockbell.

He sunk his fingers into the flesh of her thighs and lifted each leg onto his shoulders. Immediately the increase in resistance and slickness of the angle caused his amber gold eyes to roll to the top of his head. His neck could no longer support his head and bobbing ponytail and his chin bumped bluntly onto his chest. He wasn't sure, but he believed he had let out a very low growl as he accelerated each thrust into his lovers body.

Her hands came up to caress his stomach and pinched the pink flesh of his nipples. He bent his head down to kiss those lush cherry lips and his tongue sought hers. Her hands came to his neck and her own teeth nipped at his lips.

"I love it when you touch me like this, Edward."

That was it. He exploded into her with a whimper of her name.

And then he woke up.

"FUCK MY LIFE!" he screamed against his pillow. It stunned every sense in his body to realize that the last half hour of bliss which felt so incredibly real and palpably fantastic had all been the stuff of dreams. It pissed him off so severely he thought he may rip his university issued dorm pillow. He took three long, deep breaths, and slowly his heartbeat normalized and his fists unclenched. Flipping onto his back, he allowed himself to fully calm down before analyzing the contents of yet another, Winry-centric dream.

They happened almost nightly now and had done since his arrival at University in Creta. Perhaps it was in anticipation of his graduation from the Zoelexandira Alchemy program slated for the following Saturday and the imminent return to Rizembool. Either way, he had never, ever, in his long journeys had such physical, intensely sexual dreams. Perhaps his life had been too full of real terror and stress and his body would not allow him to truly indulge in teen hormonal exercised, but now – it was in overdrive.

He missed Winry so badly it hurt. He would never have anticipated it, even in the first weeks he spent in the new city studying a new approach to Alchemy. Each week, Edward would sit at his student issued desk and write Winry a letter. This was something he had always failed to do when he was journeying with Alphonse. Now, with more time on his hands, and more emotions flooding his heart, he found that writing to Winry lessened that lonely feeling he felt at night when he wished she was laying there next to him.

"The Cretians are an interesting people." He wrote one evening… "I have learned a lot here about alchemy's use for the generation of horsepower for machines, such as cars and boats and other forms of mechanics. You would love it here! I think perhaps that after you and I are married, we should visit together so you can see the perfect union of alchemy and engineering – the Cretians are our kind of people!" He chuckled too himself. He found that all fear and embarrassment had vanished now that he had finally confessed his feelings at the train station – and he could write frankly about his intentions and his feelings.

"We have a history together." He wrote not long after the above letter, "One that I am so happy to share with you – but I want to write a future. I dream about you a lot. I feel like I have a lot of lost time to make up for. I see the possibilities of not just a marriage, but a family."

Since when had he become so sentimental?

Perhaps it was the Cretian landscape. He had befriended many students and even other teachers here. Apparently, he was very famous the the alchemic, academic fields, even as far out west as Creta. He was a celebrity which made him instantly likable, but little did he know that most of his newfound friends were surprisingly genuine. The Cretians were very romantic by nature, their culture very much founded on art, singing, poetry, and creation – perhaps that was why they were such imaginative engineers and alchemist.

He loved Cretian culture and was surprised at how at home and natural it felt to be a part of this very decadent but lively part of the world. In his 9 months away from home alone, Edward had discovered the romance of not just women, but wine, food, and a few beautiful words spoken. He saw that there was a whole new way of appreciating the evolutionary advancement of humanity than not just science. He wanted Winry to see it too.

Winry was the phantom behind his eyes and he longed for her. The Cretian music that played in the dead of night from the streets created a perfect environment for longing dreams. Edward would pull out the letters he received in return from Winry quite often after the dreams and read them over and over with a smile.

He knew that the minute he saw her, he would not be able to stop himself. He would take her and marry her and they would come to Creta for a holiday. Then – he would start his academy together and Winry would be his wife.

It was a fantastic Dream.

One more week. He would be sad to leave Creta, but knew he would be back and this time to introduce his bride to his friends. Things were going to be very different when he returned to Rizembool. Every time he returned home, there was some kind of evolution that made him a completely different person. A new interpretation of Edward Elric. But, the next chapter, he would finally become the true man he wanted to be. A brother who kept his promises, an alchemist who worked for the good of the people, and a lover and husband to the woman he had always loved, but was just now understanding how much.

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Winry could not believe Edwards letters. It was like a different person on the other side of the pen. She had spent many angry adolescent years with worry and anxiety due to never hearing from the borthers…and now, inside her bedroom nightstand was bursting with the most sincere, honest, and heartfelt love letters she had ever read in her life.

Her replies were always full of joy and excitement – counting down the days until he would finally be back under the same roof once more.

Then, there were the dreams…

His hands would be steady as he peeled off the layers of her clothes. She would shiver slightly when the cold air kissed her flesh and bush as his eyes drank in the curves of her pelvis and breasts. He wouldn't say anything, but would reach out and slightly caress the slit between her legs and moan uncontrollably as her lips would crash onto his. Many times he would turn her and take her roughly from behind – the mere fact of such racy dreams alarmed and excited Winry to no end, but she found that there was so much passion inside of her form him, that she couldn't just be demure and innocent.

Alphonse returned from Xing the week before Edward was due. He was stopping for a few days before carrying on to Creta for Edward's graduation ceremony. Seeing Alphonse made Edward's return all the more real and Winry found her heart racing in anticipation on its own accord. Alphonse was brown from the desert sun, happy and wiser than he had ever been before, and Winry was thrilled to see such contentment in his face.

The night before Alphonse was due to leave for Creta and and five days before the two would return together to Rizembool, Winry pulled out an old dusty bottle of white wine from the cellar and put it in the cooler box to await the long awaited celebration party she had been planning (even since before Edward left). Alphonse watched her with a familiar kind of fondness in his eyes and waited for Pinako to walk the stairs for bed before he reached out to Winry in a small embrace.

"I am looking forward to calling you sister" he said quietly.

Winry flushed "Al! What do you mean?"

"Edward writes me too, you know." He said with a laugh, "And plus, I saw your eyes when you were bringing up the wine. Your excitement to see Ed is making the whole house tremble."

Winry smiled and relaxed, slumping into her chair. "I feel so afraid to see him for the first time, and so ready to finally embrace him too."

"It's been a long journey for the two of you too – sometimes, I forget that." Alphonse said sweetly.

"You don't mind, do you?" – suddenly Winry felt worried that the new relationship she had cemented with Edward may isolate Alphonse, whom she loved just as much, just in a different way.

"Of course not, I think I've always known that the two of you were always meant to be together. Plus, I have actually….welll…errr." Alphonse suddenly grew pink and awkward as he rubbed his neck, stalling."

"What is it, Alphonse?"

"I've actually….got….a girlfriend myself…a girl from Xing. I don't known if you ever met her. Her name is Mei."

Winry shrieked with happiness and patted her soon to be brother on the back. "Nicely done, Alphonse! " She shrieked with happiness.

"Stop it, anyway, what were we talking about! Oh you and Ed! "He said with a giggle. "So how shall we manage it – shall I bring him home on a pedestal for you? Brother should enjoy that."

The two giggled and teased much like that for the remainder of the night. Winry kissed Al on the check goodnight as she prepared to climb the stairs for bed.

"I love you Alphonse. I am so happy to see you back again. I'll never tire of it. Never forget, that you and Ed together are my family." She said sweetly, before turning to bed.

"Winry." He called after her.

"Yes?" She said turning back down to face him.

"I'll find a way to get you two some alone time…I know that Brother is anxious…is anxious to see you on his own, okay? Just be sure you are here alone when we are due back, okay?"

Winry started. What an odd thing to say – but she had to admit she was grateful. She had worried on the reunion and knew that it would be harder for her to truly show her true feelings with a nosy Pinako lurking about…

"Thank you, Al. I appreciate that."

"Just go easy on him. He's delicate."