*My pain-filled drama queen,
is always screaming at your bed *
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Winry awoke to the delicious aroma of pancakes wafting through her room.
She was too groggy to wonder the whereabouts of the food just yet, and dragged her feet downstairs like if she had all the time in the world. Her lips curled into a smile, just thinking about the mouthwatering breakfast that awaited her in the kitchen. Gosh, I'm so hungry I could eat a whole cow. Her heavy eyelids closed and opening slowly, still adjusting to the weak but still unwelcome sunlight entering the large windows in the living room. She licked her lips, and called out in a small sleepy voice. "Ed?" Her white hand scratched at the top of her head, tangling her already unkempt blonde hair. Her thin fingers quickly retracted from her scalp when she accidentally scraped her still fresh wound. Winry hissed in pain and looked at her fingernails to find them encrusted with dried blood. "Ew."
Winry shrugged and wiped her hand on her thin nightgown, not caring that it was white, and yawned in a quite unladylike manner. The scent was getting stronger, and it made her stomach rumble in anticipation. Outside was a haze of pink, orange yellow and blue, with the sun shining its first visible rays across the sky? It was probably like around six in the morning, which explained why she was so sleepy.
"Hey, Ed I didn't know you cook-" Her words were halted abruptly. Her once half-opened eyes were wide and as big as saucers. His grinning flour-splattered face was the first thing that greeted her when she stepped into the kitchen. Edward Elric was currently setting down a delectable-looking stack of pancakes wearing an apron. A very small pink girly apron and nothing else except some ridiculously short boxers.
A small gasp escaped her mouth as her cerulean eyes traveled lower to his body. Her cheeks went aflame in dark red and her hand instinctively covered her eyes in shock. "W-What the hell, Ed!" She stuttered, trying to sound angry, all while turning her head the other way. What was wrong with her? Every time he needed maintenance, he stripped down to how he was right now. But did he always look that attractive? Her eyes couldn't help but peek beneath her hand and she drank in his athletic figure like a horny school girl. Worst of all, the tiny apron did nothing but stick to his muscles, and highlighting them even more. It actually made him look even more irresistible. God, I need psychological help.
"What?" Edward asked, a little confused about her current behavior. He then looked down, and his eyes widened for a split second. "Ah shit." He muttered, and in haste, his hands were behind his back untying the neat little bow that he had meticulously made and let the frilly apron fall to the floor. "Heh...sorry about that." Her expression was one of utter surprise. Not only did he not notice the fact that he was unclothed in front of her, but he thought the problem was the flimsy apron. When the hell had he gotten rock-hard abs?
"EDWARD!" Once again, her hands flew to her face to shield her from the 'horrifying' image, her blood feeling like a million degrees. "Go put some damn clothes on!" His eyebrow raised. What in the world was wrong with her? He was her fiancée, and she was getting flustered with him in underwear? "Why?"
"W-what do you mean why?! Obviously you can't be strutting out here practically naked like you own the place and expect me to be all nonchalant about it"
"Look babe," Her jaw dropped open. "You're still stressing about yesterday. I know I was an asshole to you and to apologize, I made you pancakes!"
Winry was still shell-shocked at the fact that this very same person standing right in front of her, alias Edward Elric, had just mentioned a term of affection. For HER. The golden haired boy didn't seem to notice her quite obvious 'WTF' face and put her chair out like quite the gentleman. Was he trying to butter her up for something? Maybe he broke his auto mail without her noticing. Or maybe he's playing a cruel prank on her. "Nice try, Ed! I know what you're up to and you don't seriously expect me to forgive you with pancakes-"
His head bowed a little bit, like if he was ashamed. "I promise I'm not trying to trick you, Win. I'm really truly sorry." He then looked at her directly with those beautiful feral-like eyes that only he possesses and approached her. His firm hands gripped her shoulders and his whole face softened.
"I love you."
Did her heart just stop?
"...What?"
Oh lord, I think I just might faint. Is this a dream?
He gave her a dazzling smile that would make any girl swoon at her feet. His eyes, however seemed a bit strange. The golden irises had a troubling amusement to them.
"Come on, the pancakes are getting cold. Let's eat." Her lips could not help but curl up into a large beaming smile. The girl unwillingly softened to his sweet words and felt giddy inside.
There was a God! After like a thousand years of praying to whoever was listening that Edward would be a little bit more of a romantic, He finally listened! She couldn't believe it, and it was right in front of her nose. It almost made her want to hug the living bejeezuz out of him but she had to control her urges. If she acted too forward, he could get sucked back in that god-awful 'Do I know you?' behavior. She sighed, content.
For the two years that Ed had stayed with her, and the one year that he left for more research, Winry always had that nagging doubt in her mind. Would it kill him to be a bit affectionate once in a while? She always got depressed when she saw other couples, holding hands and kissing. The true epitome of love. And Edward? He was either burying his nose in an Alchemy book or traveling to God-knows-where. It frustrated her so much that she literally wanted to hit him in the wrench for no reason and yell at him "ED, JEEZ! AM I LIKE PAINTED ON THE WALL OR SOMETHING!?"
But now, he was actually trying to be normal for once! "Gee, Ed. Thanks." Her cheeks were rose pink, and her orbs were filled with awe and amazement. She then commenced to eat her breakfast.
"So, you do forgive me?" His melted gold eyes were like poison to her resolve. She sighed, and tried to fight back the smile. "Yes, Ed. I forgive you."
"Soooo. Have you spoken to...Al lately?" He asked casually, stabbing at his own pancakes randomly. "Actually, now that you mention it, I talked to him yesterday. He told me he was coming home, as soon as possible! So, it could be any day now."
The boy grinned. "Really?" He said, interest clear in his tone. She nodded and took her glass of milk in her hand, about to take a drink. She got distracted when he abruptly cleared his throat and his finger motioned for her to get closer. She reluctantly complied with his silent order to have him almost press his lips against her hair, and whisper in her ear.
"And why would we want him back so soon?"
SPLASH!
"Ohmygosh, Ed I'm so sorry!" Winry stood up in a flash, hand covering her mouth. Nice move, dork. She had, in her dumb shock, dropped her glass of milk all over his lap. He just grinned, while looking down at his wet boxers. "It's alright, Win. Don't worry about it."
Winry however, was at the sink, looking for the grey towel that was used to dry the dishes to clean up the mess she created. "God, I'm such a dumbass." She muttered to herself as she found it and rushed to his side. The milk absolutely soaked the only piece of cloth he had on, and made it stick to his skin. In her frenzy, it was not noticed even as she was on her knees. That is, until she without thinking pressed the towel to his crotch. Ed's lips curled in amusement at her hands unknowingly near to his manhood, while Winry was desperately trying to sop up the remaining milk. A stifled snicker came out of his lips. She looked up to him, startled at the sudden sound and then looked straight ahead. The first thing that seemed to be in sight was...
A loud very screechy gasp resonated all around the house.
Oh...my...god.
Winry's eyes shut tight, almost dying of embarrassment. The towel dropped to the flood and she got up on her feet in a split second. Her face was once again red, and her vision was directly to her feet. She wouldn't be able to stand to look at Edward's expression. If she had looked up, she would have seen him wearing an ear-splitting grin. Like if this was all some type of game for him.
"What's wrong, Win?" A hand snaked around her waist, which made her gasp once again and forced her to lock eyes with him. His orbs were filled with a fire that she had never seen before. And his smile was mesmerizing. Her heart sped up in such an amazingly effortless way that she knew that it would be any time before she dropped to the floor because of a heart attack.
"Uh, nothing. I'm just sorry-"
"Sorry for what?" His face had an expression of mock confusion. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"Yea, I t-threw the milk on you..." Edward grinned even wider. Oh, she knew that he wasn't talking about spilled milk. His other arm was suddenly around her waist, encircling her. Pressing her against his wet skin.
"Uh, Ed. Um, you should get changed, " She stopped her sentence in midair as Edward's eyes pierced right into her, reading her like a book. Her heart beat erratically, thumping loudly against her ears.
"You know, Win? I really missed you all that time." His voice suddenly grew huskier and Winry suddenly felt like was a deer about to be pounced by a ferocious lion. Her entire back shivered, goose bumps covering her entire skin. She suddenly felt herself hold her breath as she noticed that she could feel his warm breath on her lips, and all of her body felt electrified with his own touch. It felt like her veins were on fire. A slow, burning hot fire.
She exhaled slowly, and he smiled at her sudden stiffness.
"I missed you too." She finally whispered back to him, her dilated pupils staring intently at his lips.
One hand was running down her back, fingers raking across her pale white skin and the other was firmly grasping her waist. Her own small delicate hands ran down his abs, savoring the touch of the tight muscle. His face seemed to get closer by the second, to the point where she actually felt his lips brush against hers. Her entire being felt like it was struck by lightning just by the sensations that her overly sensitive lips were receiving. His mouth then moved to the side ever so slowly, as if he was teasing her and then ended right at her ear.
She could hear his heavy breaths and then a breezy phrase. "I'm gonna change."
Bam. He was gone.
He had immediately distanced himself from her and went upstairs to his room, like if nothing had happened. Winry was still standing there in the kitchen, her knees trembling, with the same fire that had been previously in Edward's eyes. Her hands were now at her chest, her heart hammering quite loudly. She let out a breath that she didn't know she was holding out as her mind was reeling by the events that had occurred between her and Ed. That look in his eyes...
The same look made her feel different. His touch was suddenly burning to her over sensitized body, which was still tingling aftermath. She didn't even know what to think about what had happened. Was it something good? Bad? All she knew was, that it was definitely something new.
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He stepped into his room, looking very pleased.
The girl was too easy to trick. All it took to make her all happy was some nice words and giving her something as simple as pancakes, and she melted into a puddle before him. The pink apron was a little slip-up, (he really didn't want to get dirty. And what's wrong with the color pink?!) but it didn't matter. He had Winry wrapped around his finger.
I swear, women. Idiots.
He started chuckling, the smirk never leaving his mouth. He couldn't resist himself. She was just too damn flustered at everything he did. So why not push her buttons? It really was a very entertaining game for him. She had it rough. If he was her fiancée and his mere touch made her react like that, then one certain alchemist had been acting like a pussy for a very long time.
Poor girl. She was most definitely a virgin. Damn shame she is stuck with the Pipsqueak. The girl has a certain appealing air to her, though definitely the opposite type that his sister did. He would be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy the little 'moment' that both of them had shared a while ago.
"I'm gonna have fun with you, little mechanic." A bright flash emitted around his figure. Dark sharp looking evergreen strands were the first thing that sprouted from his head. Deep violet eyes opened, wicked amusement present in his fathomless orbs.
Envy licked his now sharp teeth, and grinned. "I hope your boyfriend doesn't mind too much."
*Like the sun, like a dream, you're my amaranthine
you're all I need... *
