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When he first met he could have been more annoyed with the fact that he had to watch over little Fullmetal's girlfriend, and the fact that she had discovered him while spying on her was even worse. It was humiliating to know that he had been so sloppy as to let some little mechanic catch him. At first he had put himself to killing the girl, till he remembered that that had been what Wrath had specifically said not to do. "The girl could be useful later." Fuck that shit.
So instead of killing her he kept her prisoner in her own house—A very tiny and obviously cheap rental apartment that was located right next to her teacher's. He disguised himself as her and convinced her teacher that she was too sick to work and that she would be taking some time off of her studies to get better. She really hated him for doing that, her teacher coming and finding her having been her only hope of being freed. She lived right next door to her teacher and if he could simply come right up to the apartment if he thought something had happened to her and was wondering why she wasn't coming to work. And he wouldn't want that. There was too high of a risk of being discovered.
At first he kept the usual prisoner-guard relationship with her, but after a few days that became boring seeing as he really couldn't lay a hand on her and have some real fun. Eventually he started talking to her; well it was more of him asking questions about her and her stupid human lifestyle. And eventually she finally started talking- it did take some coaxing from his part, but everyone cracks eventually. And either way, it wasn't like he was being cruel. Intimidating, yes, but cruel? It's not like he wasn't acknowledging her and letting her starve to death while locked up in the closet, as he would've preferred.
Eventually they built up a small trust system. She could roam around the house freely but that was it. She pretended to remain sick, but Envy did go and get all the tools necessary for working on her automail. He knew it would be the death of him if he didn't allow her that much. Maybe it was around then with all that talking that they were doing by this point, that it no longer felt like he were holding a hostage. He couldn't say that she was a friend, not yet she was still human, but he no longer felt as if he were watching over some insignificant worm.
-X-
"Can't you at least tell what it was that beat you up so badly?" Winry whined as she stared at Ed, currently laying in a hospital bed, his right arm in need of major repairs. She also thought that his leg could use some attention but decided to get on to him about that later. Right now what she really wanted was an answer from him.
Ed remained as stubborn as usual. "I already told you, we're not sure."
To Winry that didn't make any sense. How could you not be sure of the creature that beat you up? There was no reasoning to that. From what she knew it only could've been three things: human, animal, or chimera. Could they not distinguish one from the other? "What do you mean?"
Ed bared his teeth and gave out an irritated growl. "Just what I said, we're not sure. All we know is that those things weren't human."
"Uh?"
Ed rolled his eyes. "They looked human, but weren't human. Okay? That's all you need to know."
Winry's lower lip stuck out just the slightest, but she didn't say anything back. Why bother? It wasn't like he would tell her anyways. He would probably just yell at her, she would yell back, while flailing his arms to emphasize his point he would reopen his wound, because he would reopen his wound he would end up staying in the hospital longer. And in the end it would all end up being her fault according to Edward. So this time she chose to let it go. She'd pester Alphonse later and if he didn't have any answers she'd just let it go till they did. The train ride to Rush Valley would give her plenty of time with them to get some actual answers.
-X-
Winry thought the description Edward had given her back at the hospital now made perfect sense. He looks human, he looks very odd for a human, but human nonetheless, but isn't. She wondered if he was the one who put Ed in the hospital the first time. He did say that he and the Elrics had been acquainted and that's why he had been watching her, but he didn't give any other clues but that one. Another question that came to mind was who he was working for. If Ed and Al had sent him to keep tabs on her—a far off idea, but the only one she could think of—they would have told her.
She wondered as to what Envy's relationship with the brothers was, but when she asked Envy only gave her a wry smile that stretched far enough that she could see his canines, an evil glint in his eye, and a warped noise that held semblance to a chuckle that told her she wouldn't be getting an answer. But from the evil glint in his eye every time she mentioned either of the Elrics, she had to wonder if it was a good one. She'd never know though, Envy always held the same sarcastic, demonic grin towards everything.
But the question still lingered, leaving her more and more confused the more she thought about it. Who the hell was he and why had she been the one he had spied on?
-X-
She hadn't been snooping, honest. Ed had fallen asleep while working on investigating leads in who-knows-what they were studying now and Al had managed to carry him over to the bed without waking him up. So Winry had simply decided to clean up some of Ed's books and papers. But while shuffling his books and various notebooks into small stacks, one paper slid out from in between the bindings of one of his notebooks. It fluttered down to the ground and made its way under the desk before Winry had a chance to snatch it up.
She bent down to pick the paper up, but when she turned it over and saw the design drawn on the back, she froze. In green pencil was drawn a figure to replicate, very poorly but well enough to where she understood who it was, someone whom she had been seeing for the past few months now. The hair and clothes were what gave away who it was, but it was probably that trademark shit-eating grin that had her trembling.
There was no inscription to indicate to her why Ed had a drawing of her lover, but she doubted that it was for any good reason. Ed didn't keep photos for sentimental reasons, much less a drawing.
Her relationship with Envy at that point had steeped to an intimate level, and she hadn't been planning on telling Ed about the relationship in the first place. She had yet to find out what exactly Envy was, even though he had stressed that he wasn't human. It would've been awkward explaining to Ed that he wasn't human and she didn't know exactly what she was involved with. (And she certainly couldn't admit that the fact that she didn't know was exciting to her!)
Then she panicked. She rolled over the all possibilities that could lead to an encounter between Envy and Edward and realized how careless she had been over the past few months. She didn't know how much trouble said encounter would get her into, but she didn't want to take any chances.
She stuffed the drawing back into the notebook it had come from and walked back over to her hotel room after saying goodbye to Alphonse, mulling over all the precautions she would be taking to avoid any future problems.
-X-
It was early morning when he got there. Winry would've just gotten up and she was probably preparing herself breakfast. This proved to be true when walked upstairs to the kitchen, where he found Winry humming a tune as she searched the small icebox for ingredients that would provide a decent meal. Whether she had invented the tune or whether it was from the radio Envy did not know, for he didn't keep track of such things, but he decided he liked it. It matched his current mood: upbeat.
Envy saw the perfect opening to attack while Winry was distracted, bent over and unaware of her surroundings. Hell, she probably didn't even know that he was in the kitchen or her house in general. Envy placed a soft butterfly kiss to the back of her neck, right where her hair parted off towards her chest. "Morning beautiful."
Winry very literally jumped. "Eeep!" She spun around, what looked to be a cup of yogurt in her hand as her defense mechanism. But he figured that if Winry was wielding it, he should be afraid, concussions were to be expected when being close to her. He held her by the waist, having tried to restrain her from hitting him. Of course he got hit on the head anyways, but it wasn't as forceful as it would've been if he had been an unknown intruder.
"You sacred me." She moved away from his grasp. Her tone was less than pleased, annoyed at having been harassed so early in the morning.
He gave a wide smile. "Sorry." She knew that from the tone of his voice he wasn't. He was laughing at her. He was pleased with himself. Jerk.
She checked the date on the yogurt to see when it had gone bad before tossing it into the garbage. She looked at the empty pantry. She needed to go to the store to buy food. She had been working on McCulberson's leg nonstop for the past few days that she realized that she hadn't been stopping to eat. The fitting would be later in the evening, she would need to go get food now to make it in time and have food for all three meals. "I need to go to the store to get food," she said absently to Envy, whom she didn't really think would care. He couldn't be seen in public, and especially not with her.
"Can it wait?"
The no didn't even have time to make it out of her mouth before Envy's lips had smashed against hers. He held her forearms to keep her from escaping, while at the same time pressing her warm body closer to his. "I only have a few hours before I have to catch the next train. I came here just for you." His eyes bore into hers, awaiting her answer. He even though he didn't really care to have one. He just wanted to see her reaction.
Ed's crappy drawing of Envy came to Winry's mind and so did all the consequences of being with Envy. The fact that he was an enemy of the Elrics had only been an assumption, but Winry couldn't think of anything else to explain the drawing. And for some reason, even if he was a friend of theirs, she felt as if she would be betraying them, having a secret affair with someone she didn't even really know the identity of. Her arms suddenly felt much heavier as Envy held them in place.
When she didn't answer Envy tried another tactic to persuade her, his lips moving to her neck. "Please?" She could feel his mouth shape the word against her neck. She shivered in response. His arms moved to her waist, wrapping around her and hugging her closer to him. As he continued kissing his way down her neck. He asked again, "Please?"
He said it in a different tone this time, no longer asking for her permission, but more assured that she would be his. She closed her eyes and tried to rid herself of the thoughts of betrayal swarming her mind. "Envy I don't think we should do this."
He stopped and stood up straight hoping to meet her eyes. He only met closed eyelids. "And why would that be?" If she had opened her eyes she would have seen the smug grin spreading across his face. Before she could give a clear answer, he dipped his head back down and continued sucking on her neck.
She struggled to keep her train of thought and Envy felt that when she sucked in a deep breath when he trailed his tongue along her collar bone. "Because," her voice came out broken and distracted. She was trying very hard to hold on to her reason, but as he continued his ministrations the image blurred and began to fade into the back of her mind. His tongue swiped the crevasse of her collarbone and then kissed the soft flesh in behind the bone and her resolve broke.
She cupped his face and brought it up towards hers. "You torment me." She could feel his smile as she brought his lips to hers. "Does this mean I win?"
She drew away to make sure he saw the look she gave him, before bringing his back to her. "I'm not something for you to win."
"I'm going to take that as a yes."
