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Chapter Warning: Adult Content and Language. Uncensored chapter can be found at Archive of Our Own. Please check my profile for more details.

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Winry reached the yellow house first. She left the front door wide open and rushed upstairs, straight to her room. The rampant gale didn't end inside the bedroom. Winry haphazardly grabbed her robe from the closet and headed back out. She almost forgot to lock the door in her rush to enter the bathroom. It was relieving to hear the springs pushing the bolt into the small recess of the frame, placing a secure barrier between her and Edward.

Images of his contrite expression kept her company while she undressed.

Winry dumped the muddied clothes inside the hamper then moved across the small space and stepped into the shower. She turned the faucet handle to the left—all the way to cold.

Edward Elric vanished from her thoughts the moment the freezing spray made contact with her skin.

Winry gasped and shivered as she waited for the initial shock to subside. She hated having to resort to such drastic measures, but it wasn't so much about what she wanted as what she needed at the moment. She put her head under the spray once her body had adjusted to the cold temperature, and let the mud covering part of her face and neck to slide down her body. Winry took the bar of soap and the loofa and began scrubbing away.

After she dried herself, she put on her robe and slid back into the master bedroom with the skill of a seasoned burglar.

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With lock fastened in place, Winry turned around, and rested her back against the flat wooden surface. She let out her breath in a long sigh of relief, just as she folded her arms under her ample bosom. Another sigh slipped past her lips. Unlike the other, this exhale denoted contentment; it appeared that the cold shower did some good.

Winry pushed away from the door and sauntered towards the dresser from where she took a lovely pair of lace panties and a white silk slip. She took her robe off and folded it over the backrest of the vanity chair, then put her panties on and slid the nightgown over her body before heading to bed.

As she sat on the edge of the mattress, Winry noticed that she was still was wearing her wedding ring. She stood up with the intention of leaving it on the glass ring holder, but stopped. Instead, she stared at that cherished piece of jewelry.

Her lips drew into a thin line that quickly transformed into a deep scowl when she was reminded of what the wedding ring symbolized. The promise of eternal love and loyalty would've been broken if that second car hadn't been traveling down the dirt road when it did.

Winry turned her attention over to the wedding picture sitting on the dresser across the room.

Seeing the happy newlyweds convinced her to keep the ring on.

No longer being able to look at the picture, Winry decided to sit back on the edge of the bed. She idly stared at the wall, twisting the ring on her finger as she gazed into nothingness, before turning in for the night.

Just a couple of minutes had passed by before she fixed her attention to the ceiling above, but unlike with the wall, the white expanse was proving to be relaxing. With luck, she would rest.

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Winry was sure that the alarm clock was mocking her, stretching the minutes like taffy. She draped an arm across her eyes in hopes that forcing them close would result in actual sleeping. She needed to shut down so she wouldn't have to think about what had happened earlier that evening—

About Edward's warm body pressed against hers.

She let out a shivering breath.

Logic told her that Edward was only trying to shield her from harm, but with his actions, he indelibly conjured something else. Edward might not be an alchemist in the sense of the word, but this didn't stop him from creating magic. He somehow managed to gather all the necessary ingredients to fashion a moment in time where nothing else mattered, but them.

Her heart raised just by thinking about this.

The restlessness growing inside her chest finally got Winry to move. She sat on the bed, bringing her legs close and resting her chin on her bent knees.

The mental image of Pinako Rockbell captured Winry's full attention when it decided to make its way to the front of her mind. She wondered what her dead grandmother would think of the tug-of-war inside her heart.

You're playing with fire, child, Pinako answered without hesitation.

Winry brought her knees closer to her chest.

Her thoughts shifted to the culprit of her distress: Edward Elric. She almost snorted with self-contempt when the memory of his strong arms wrapped around her waist made her heart flutter. A rueful smile then slashed across her face, and she recognized in her the voracious nature of desire. She couldn't help but to chuckle darkly at the irony of it.

If only they had enjoyed each other when they had the chance, Winry thought, but at the time they chose to do the right thing and kept their courting innocent and chaste.

…now there she was…

…wanting to turn back time…

She had wanted to quench that desire ever since Edward came home after defeating Father.

Just thinking about Edward buried deep inside her was enough to bring pleasure to her tightening core—

"Dammit—!" Winry grabbed a fistful of her hair as she swore under her breath.

The uneasiness brewing in her heart, made her get off the bed. Guilt guided her to the dresser, where her wedding picture stood tall. At first, she hesitated touching the frame fearing that it would somehow become tainted with her treacherous thoughts. Nevertheless, she sucked in a breath and picked it up.

Winry swept a finger across the thin glass surface.

"Alphonse…" The name barely made it out of her mouth.

Her eyes studied the young man in the picture, thinking about how she had given him her all. Alphonse was supposed to be her one and only, yet there she was, doubting everything she believed in—

Winry shook her head vigorously.

"What the hell am I thinking—Alphonse is my all!"

The impulse of telling Edward to leave returned tenfold.

She had decided to wait until the morning to gently break the news to him, but she realized that now was as good time as any. Winry placed the picture frame back in its rightful place before picking up the robe from the vanity chair. She fastened the belt around her waist tightly as she armed herself with valor.

Winry took a steadying breath then opened the door to her room. She headed out the door, down the hallway and towards the guest room.

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About three minutes had already passed by since Winry decided to storm out of the master bedroom. It was three minutes of her time that she had wasted by pacing aimlessly in front of the door.

At the four minute marker, Winry stopped walking altogether.

All the walking in the world wasn't going to calm her nerves. Winry knew she was on the brink of chickening out, but she sucked in a long breath and yanked the door open.

She barged into the room, unannounced, only to find herself in the most unfavorable of situations.

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From the water beads gliding down the ends of his loose wet mane (beads that were also traveling down his well-toned torso) to the bath towel riding low on his hips: Winry couldn't help but to glow red as she gawked at Edward. She had completely forgotten to knock on the door when she decided to enter the room to have a talk with him, and now she stood in front of this delectable half-naked man, frozen in place, and with a brain that ceased functioning.

But Winry's brain begun giving signs of life after the initial shock had passed. She couldn't speak though, as words somehow got stuck in the back of her throat. She succeeded encouraging her brain to send signals to her legs so she could turn around and flee from that awkward (and potentially disastrous) moment.

Before she had a chance to turn around and escape, a strong hand had caught hold of one of hers.

Edward's fingers gently entwined with hers while his mesmerizing amber eyes completed ensnaring her.

Winry felt giddy. She wanted to run back to her room but couldn't find the will to do so. What she came in to say had faded into thin air.

Edward wasn't just holding her hand, in a way, he was also holding her heart. Now this hand of his was tugging hers, and along with it, the rest of her body.

Powerful arms quickly wrapped around her shivering form.

"Stay with me," Edward whispered his sinful wish close to her ear.

Shocked, Winry pulled away from his arms just enough for her to see the desire etched in his radiant eyes.

Her heart began pounding hard against her ribcage, leaving her breathless and delirious.

Edward pressed her close to his chest, and she realized that he was in a great state of agitation, just like her.

The voice of conscience began protesting in the back of her head, reminding her about the loyalty she once vowed to Alphonse. But unfortunately, the message turned into a mass of gibberish lost to the frenzy of her emotions.

Without putting much to into it, Winry pressed her nose to Edward's bare chest and inhaled his intoxicating aroma: the scent of musk and machine oil; of citrus and patchouli.

She exhaled a shivering breath.

At that point, Winry didn't care much of what could become of them if they continued. She raised to her tiptoes and pressed her hungry mouth against his.

Edward was just as hungry. Winry had let go of his mouth and he found himself recapturing hers.

And they kissed each other as if their very lives depended on it.

They devoured each other with primal need: lapping and pulling at each other's lips, plunging their tongues into one another with an urgency more intense than in their teenage years.

Edward nipped Winry's lower lip before pulling back to take a look at her. He didn't speak for it could break the magnificent spell that they both were under.

There was no necessity for words, his eyes were expressing his intentions.

And Winry listened with great attention. Her own eyes offered him a favorable answer, because she wanted this to happen as much as he did.

It was all he needed to know.

Without any warning, Edward gently pushed Winry backwards, pressing her against the closest thing around: the wall next to the closet.

The light fabric of her robe did little to keep the cool surface from making her gasp; Edward took the opportunity to pin her. The contrast between his warm body and the cold wall sent Winry's senses into overdrive.

Edward didn't give her a chance to come down from that high. He rolled his hips against her as he kissed her so Winry could feel his growing need.

This simple act sent waves of pleasure down her spine and into her core.

Drunk on desire, Winry ran a hand down his smooth bare chest, past his shallow navel. The hand reached the edge of his towel—the last line of resistance before diving into sin.

Their eyes connected one more time, and consented, and with that, Winry pulled the towel off.

Edward cupped her face and stared into her eyes; they had acquired a gorgeous shade of sapphire. He smiled lovingly. He always dreamt about the day he would make love to her…

Edward captured her lips with utmost delicacy. Winry, in turn, dug her hands into his wet golden mane, deepening the kiss.

One of his hands moved about the valley of her waist and the hill of her hip until it found her sex. And he gave it all of his undivided attention, leaving Winry breathless and needy.

The primal need to be possessed, to be marked, began burning fiercely within her. Edward acknowledged it.

For fear of breaking the wonderful spell they both were under, he decided to have Winry right were they stood.

Winry didn't know how much she hungered for Edward until that moment. She could feel herself melting into pure ecstasy as Edward made love to her.

Their release was blindingly intense. Her womb was beyond famished and it sucked everything Edward had to give.

Winry closed her tired eyes and nudged her face in the nook of Edward's sweaty neck as they rode out the remnants of their orgasm.

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Winry still hid in the nook of his neck; their labored breaths were the only noise inside the room. She kept her eyes shut, that way she could ignore the world around her, ignore what they had done—ignore how much she had liked it.

Edward was crushing Winry against the wall. He was too exhausted and didn't know how much longer he could support her.

"Winry," Edward whispered tiredly to her ear. She didn't answer but he felt her cringing when his voice disrupted tension amassing inside the room.

"Winry," Edward repeated, this time in a firmer tone.

"Please let me down," she said dryly; he let her down gently.

Winry's legs wobbled as they adjusted to carrying her full weight; her brows dipped into a frown.

She didn't dare look at Edward while she covered her chest nor as she put her robe back on. She ignored the underwear, she just couldn't touch it. That small piece of clothing, soaked with her moisture, screamed the sin that they just commited.

Edward tried to touch one of her shoulders only to have his hand swatted away.

Winry stared at him, she was on the verge of tears.

"Please don't go!" He said when Winry decided to leave his side.

It wasn't his pleading but the desperation in his words that made Winry stop. She turned around to witness regret.

"Winry, I—"

The tears that Winry was holding back, fell, and a small sob bobbed out of her throat.

Edward tried to console her—

"Just don't—!" She screeched just before her voice cracked. She shook her head and left behind a trail of sobs as she ran back to the master bedroom.

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Winry slammed the door to the room and slouched against it, the heavy weight of guilt made her knees buckle. She knelt on the cold wooden floor. She was in a complete state of arrest.

What happened? She was supposed to go into the guest room and have a talk with Edward not let him fuck her as if she was a bitch in heat!

Winry brought her hands to her face, and sobbed loudly when an image of Alphonse came forward.

"Al—I—" She tried to apologize to his image but her voice broke into a wail.

She grabbed fistfuls of her hair as she cried, lamenting what they had done.

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Sin.

They both had sinned against the person that they were supposed to love more than life itself.

They had betrayed him in the lowest of forms—all because they coveted one another.

Fresh tears gathered on Winry's eyelids, tears that ran down her face as she bitterly wept.

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I do not condone the acts depicted in this chapter/story.

The chapter is short but that is because this is the censored version. The original chapter is almost 4,000 words long, lots of smut folks.

P.S. ¿Qué harías si te reencuentras con el amor de tu vida? / What will you do if you reunited with the love of your life? The video ( w w w face book dot com / Diario24Horas / videos / 102159662121873 / ) brilliantly shows this. It is this video what inspired me to rewrite Coveted.

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