AN: Hey everybody! Sorry this has taken me a couple days to get to, my hubby keeps distracting me with EPIC RAP BATTLES IN HISTORY...but luckily we have watched most of them so I think I am distraction free for the moment. Thank you to Le Confidant, Kashagal and Natures Ruler, kittygirlthing97 and Sofipitch for your comments and PMs. Also big thanks to anyone who has FAVED or FOLLOWED this so far! As usual please REVIEW so I can know what you guys like or don't like! Just noticed all the capital letters in this : ) haha.
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Pacing around the bedroom, thoughts of the upcoming plans for the country assaulted Envy as he pictured the girl who was currently tinkering with her tools at the table. He had never been the type to think to care about what would happen to anyone but him and now here he was debating what he was going to do with Winry. If he kept her here until Dante was ready he would certainly lose his mind. She was forever cheery and far too comfortable around him. On one hand it seemed like his plan was working and that she was starting to like him or at least question her undying devotion to that know it all runt. On the other hand he was feeling...well feeling pathetically human emotions! How could this be happening? She was everything he hated! And somehow everything he wanted.
The last week had changed things about him, things he'd never thought were wrong and still wasn't sure about. When he was with Winry, she made him doubt what he had always known unerringly. Knocking him off his pedestal, she met him eye to eye as the closest to an equal he'd ever known. She asked him questions about himself besides the normal, 'Did you get through undetected?' or 'Did you get my Philosopher's Stone?' She genuinely wanted to know things about what he liked or in his case mostly disliked. In return he found himself more curious about what was going on in that lovely head of hers also. Just watching the way she talked with her wrench, or got so excited over something so small as a screw, he couldn't help but find her interesting.
At first everything was just part of the game to get her attentions off the mouthy twerp for the sport of burying the knife deep. Honestly it had been easy enough to spot what she was missing from Fullmetal. He only came around when he needed something, she was clearly just a convenience to him. Yet another reason to dislike him, he was too stupid to see what was sitting right in front of him. All too obviously Winry cared for him, with almost no encouragement from him whatsoever. So for Envy to just step up where Ed hadn't went a long way towards his cause. However now he didn't think it was an act to get her affection, which was in no way acceptable.
Tonight she had made him brush her hair... HIM who was supposed to be so feared that no one would dare get close enough to dream of speaking to him let alone have him brush their hair! As much as his instincts screamed at him to get away from her, something else wasn't allowing him to leave her. When she had fallen asleep on his lap he had stared at her as if she was a sheep, sleeping on a wolf. He couldn't believe how much this one action spoke volumes about them. Wishing he could know where her dreams carried her, he spent the better part of the night wondering where this whole situation would end up.
There was no way he could let Dante count Winry amongst all the other souls to make up the Philosopher's Stone, however if he took any adverse action against Dante who knew what her reaction would be. Also, there was the fact that if Winry found out that he had been the one who had killed Hughes that she would abhor the very thought of him. Luckily only his 'family' knew the truth of that matter so if left up to him he could go a lifetime without disclosing that information.
Gently stirring, Winry turned her head to face Envy, he sucked in a breath looking at her sleep hooded eyes and wondered what made her beautiful above all other beings. Was it her constant concern for everyone else? The fire in her blue eyes when she was passionate about something? Or maybe her ability to make every miniscule person seem like they weren't just a resource for the reaping? Confusion must have flashed over his face because Winry began to push herself from his lap with a question on her lips, however he lowered his mouth to hers and answered it. He was sure his lips were awkward being that this was of his own volition and he had no idea if she would return the kiss since it was going against everything she should feel. When her arms went around his neck and she sighed into his mouth, he let his worries be muffled by the heat of her body on his. Sliding his hands into her untamed blonde masses he softly tugged her hair as he slipped his tongue past her lips. Winry rubbing her tongue against his was maybe the most pleasurable sensation he had experienced.
Without even knowing how it had happened he was now above her tightly pressing himself to her, his sheer maleness resting intimately between them. The sounds coming from her were throaty in nature and completely maddening. His senses were completely assaulted by the touch and taste of her. Deaf to everything else, all that mattered was the warm woman under him.
"WINRY! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?" All but throwing him off the couch Winry shot up like a jack in the box. Shit, he knew that annoying voice well enough to know that the fun was over.
AN: SOOOOOO I know that this was longer awaited than I said it would be but please REVIEW and let me know what you think about what is going on and the chapter! Thanks again for reading!