Chapter 3
(Lemon (sort of) chapter!!! Sorry there's sooo much before, but I had to set the mood…sort of…ENJOY!!!
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Ed opened the closet door, searching for extra pillows and blankets. Winry sat on the bed and watched him curiously. "What are you doing, Edward?" she asked.
"Well, I don't think it would be, um, proper," he stammered, pulling out some blankets. "If we, um, sleep together." He paused, realizing what he'd said. "I mean! If we sleep in the same bed! Yeah, that's what I meant."
His face had turned a beet red, almost purple. Winry was trying hard not to laugh. He was so cute, even though he was nervous.
"Ed, you're being an idiot," she said. She patted the bedspread beside her and continued, "There's plenty of room here. There's no point in you sleeping on the floor, besides it's really cold."
"I'll be fin—," he started, but stopped when Winry stood up.
She gently tugged the blanket from his hands. "I won't let you," she stated, firmly. She pulled harder on the blanket. In his state of nervousness, Ed let go.
"Now," she said, putting the blanket back up. "We'll sleep in this bed and it'll be fine. What are you so nervous about? It's just me."
What am I so nervous about? He couldn't stop his hands from shaking (A/N: or hand…does automail shake from nervousness?). But why? Why was it so nerve-wracking to have her so close? He shook his head to clear the thoughts.
Winry noticed his hands. She gently took them in her own. "What's wrong?" she asked, trying to meet his eyes. "Please tell me."
Their eyes met for a brief moment…until Ed broke it, saying, "It's nothing. You can change first. I'll be in the lobby."
Then he left.
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Stupid Ed, Winry cursed. Why does he have to be so…so stupid! She folded her clothes and angrily threw them in her suitcase. She really felt something when their eyes met. She always did. But then Ed had to go and ruin it.
She pulled her long, blonde hair out of her hair tie. The long tresses fell down to her mid-back with pieces hanging over her shoulders. She stared at her reflection. The face looking back at her was tired and worn-out looking, but not un-attractive, at least, she didn't think she was that un-attractive. For once, she didn't have grease smudges on her face or in her hair.
She looked down at her body. Does he think I'm not attractive? Her sight became blurry and when she looked back up, the face in the mirror had tear stains on her face. Oh yeah…she's me.
The door opened and the back of Ed's head came into view. "Is it safe to look?" he asked.
"Uh-huh," she replied, nodding and wiping her eyes. I'll see what's up. He can't hide forever.
"Do you need me to leave for you to change?" she asked, hoping that he wouldn't recognize the stains on her face.
"It'll be fine," he said, pulling off his jacket. Winry pretended to be brushing her teeth, but she was really staring at his reflection in the mirror.
(A/N: this is for all the fangirls) He started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his well-muscled chest. Winry felt her face grow very hot and her lips parted. He threw the shirt onto his suitcase and began undoing the button on his pants. He threw those as well onto his suitcase, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.
Winry quickly finished her "teeth-brushing" and turned just in time to see Ed pull his hair out of the ponytail. It fell partly over his shoulders and down his back. For some reason, Winry really wanted to run her fingers through it…she imagined it would be really soft, for a guy anyway….
Her cheeks pinked, again. What am I thinking? Why is he undressing in front of me? Is he suddenly all fine with us staying here together…alone?
"You okay?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, you looked like you'd been crying earlier…."
"I'm fine!" she said, a little too cheerfully.
Finally, they pulled the covers back from the bed and climbed in. Lying in the dark, Winry realized how thin the blankets were. She shivered and opened her eyes seeing Ed's back, gently rising and falling with his breathing. She could tell he was already asleep.
She moved closer to him, resting her cheek on his back. She closed her eyes, feeling much warmer and started drifted off to sleep.
"Winry?"
Her eyes popped open. She heard it again. "Winry?"
She looked up a little and saw Ed looking over his shoulder at her. "What are you doing?"
"I was cold and I…." she trailed off, blushing.
"If you're cold, I get you another blanket."
"But this is much more comfortable," she explained, feeling bold. "I think I'll sleep better this way."
He pulled away from her. "Go to sleep, Winry."
She moved toward him, even closer than before. "Winry…," he said, gritting his teeth. "Go…to…sleep."
"I'm trying," she replied, snuggling closer. He was so warm.
He suddenly jumped out of the bed. "What the hell are you trying to do?" he asked.
"I'm trying to go to sleep, but you're spazzing out." She sat up, staring at him. "Why do you think this is so weird?"
He averted his eyes. "I…I don't…I mean, it's just that…well, you know…."
Winry got out of bed and walked toward him. "Winry…I think…."
"Shhh." She put her finger to his lips, surprising herself. Why am I being so…so forwardShe took a deep breath, staring deep into his golden eyes. I want this….
She gently pressed her lips to his. He seemed shocked at first, but she felt him relax. Tilting her head, she deepened the kiss. He kissed her back hard, almost desperately. She felt them moving, but didn't register it until she felt the bed under her back.
"Edward," she breathed. He started kissing her neck, while she ran her fingers through his hair. "Edward…."
He suddenly stilled and pulled away, sitting up. "I'm sorry…I didn't mean…."
"Ed, stop pushing me away," she pleaded, touching his left arm. "I…I l—"
"Don't say it!" Ed stood up, his back to her. "Just don't say it."
"Don't say what?" she asked, standing up as well. "Don't say that…that I love you!"
He turned at her words. "I love you," she said again. "I always have."
"Don't say that," he said, softly, almost painfully. "You don't know what you're saying."
"I do," she whispered. "I love you, Edward."
He met her eyes. "You…love me?"
She nodded. He sat back down, running his fingers through his hair. "You can't…."
"I know what's at stake," she said, tenderly stroking his hair. "But I don't care. I love you. I love you so much, I--."
He cut her off with a kiss. She gasped from the suddenness, but soon melted into their kiss. She had fallen back onto the bed when he breathed in her ear, "I love you."
