Yesterday, I had a hotdog with a Starbuck's strawberries and crème frappachino. Is that odd? Maybe not… You know what I feel like having right about now? Spaghetti-O's. That's right. A nice, hot bowl of Spaghetti-O's. Mmm………

Anyway…

This chapter, it's no one's point of view. So, let's begin.

Love me. Don't leave me. Chapter 10

"10 cenz says he doesn't have a date!" Fuery announced, holding up the exact change in his hand.

"15 cenz says he's going with a man!" Falman chimed in.

"20 says he couldn't find a date his height." Havoc said coolly as he leaned back in his chair.

Edward stood infront of the men, fist balled out infront of him. "If…you all are going to bet on me…" he said behind clenched teeth, "THEN, DON'T DO IT INFRONT OF ME!"

All the men flinched.

"50 cenz says I have a date…" Ed looked at Fuery, "Who's a girl…" He glared at Falman. "Who's tall and probably prettier than any of your dates!"

"We're in!" They all yelled in unison.

Knock, knock.

Everyone turned to the door.

"That's probably her right now." Said Ed, as he moved to the door.

Everyone watched as he opened it slowly, revealing it to be none other than…

A man?

Everyone stared at him for a moment. "Ha! Pay up!" Falman said, holding out his hand.

"Wait! Who the hell are you!" Ed yelled.

"Um, E-Edward Elric?" The man stuttered, confused by the commotion. "You have a visitor."

Everyone quieted down once the man moved out of the way to let a beautiful blonde walk into the door's entrance. Winry wore a navy blue Skirt and leather jacket with a white tank top underneath it. "Oh, hi Ed. Sorry I'm late." She said smiling cutely.

Ed turned to the men, smirking, then stuck out his tongue. "I expect you all to pay up tomorrow."

They left the men in awe.

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"So, what are you wearing there?" Winry asked, lying on the bed in Ed and Al's dorm.

Ed had his nose buried in a book, but he heard Winry's question, fortunately. "What are you talking about? I'm wearing it."

"You're wearing that?" Al asked, observing his normal attire. "It's a Ball, brother. Let's go find you a tuxedo."

Al's leather gauntlets grabbed the objecting Ed's ear and started to drag him to the door. Just as he was reaching down to the knob, there was a knock at the door. "F-Fullmetal, sir?" Danny Broche's voice stuttered on the other side. Al opened the door and the blonde man stumbled inside, carrying a large stack of papers in his hand. "Shieska (SP?) finished re-writing Marcoh's notes."

"Already? I thought for sure it take at least a week." Ed said motioning Broche to set them on the desk. "This is great! Now we can have a head-start on decoding the book!" He said excitedly. "C'mon, Al. Let's get to worrrr…uh…" He stopped when he turned, spotting Winry, her head tilted to the side in confusion. Ed scratched behind his head. "Sorry for dragging you all the way out here, but I didn't think we would have to work so early."

"What's that supposed to mean? You mean you're going to send me home, now!" Winry said, irritated.

Al and Broche felt uncomfortable, all-of-the-sudden, and decided that it would be best to leave and close the door behind them.

Winry stood up and walked over to him, poking him in the chest. "You're going."

"No. I. Am. Not." Ed said, crossing his arms. "Balls are just a waste of time, anyway."

She knew he'd be too stubborn to agree. This was going to take drastic measures.

Winry placed her hand on his chest, a smirk playing on her lips. Edward blushed deeply. "Okay, how about we make a deal? A little bit of equivalent exchange, maybe?"

Ed gulped. "W-what do you mean?" It was stupid to ask. He already knew where this was going.

"I mean, if you take me to the Ball, I'll give you something in Exchange." She moved her lips to his ear. "…And trust me, it will be worth it." She pulled back to look at him. He had a blush from ear to ear with his mouth hanging open.

Ed turned away from her, irritated. "Alright, fine."

She smiled. "Good. Now, go find Al and get a tuxedo."

"Whatever…" He growled, turning away from her and walking out of the room.

Once he left, Winry sighed. Okay, he's going. But…What am I getting myself into? I'll do something that 'will be worth it'? I don't even know what that is! A kiss would be too small and sex would be too forward. So…What was in between?

She gasped.

Does that mean I'll have to give him a…

She blushed burying her face into her hands, embarrassed of the thought. She looked up at the clock. It was two hours unto the ball and she had to start getting ready.

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Winry spent her remaining time excited about the Ball and Ed spent the remaining time excited about what was going to happen after words.

She stood in the bathroom infront of the mirror, twirling and blushing. She actually thought she looked nice. She brushed her hair until it was shiny and soft and left it down. Her dress wasn't all that slutty. It was baby-blue and strapless, but it wasn't to short, her baby-blue heels weren't too high and it might not be noticeable, but she added a dash of make up to her face.

He tugged at his bowtie as Al reached down to open the door. "Brother, stop messing with it!"

"But it's suffocating me!" Ed whined. Ed's tuxedo consisted of a white undershirt with a black bowtie. His jacket was black with a rose sticking out of his breast pocket. His trousers were also black, and were being held up by suspenders. His shoes were black and shiny enough that you could see your reflection.

"Its fine, Brother…" Al groaned as he reached down and opened up the door. "Winry?" Al called when he noticed the dorm was empty.

"Winry?" She jumped at Al's voice. "Are you ready to go?" He asked.

"I am, but, I, um…." She blushed deeper.

"Geez, just c'mon, Winry. We're going to be late!" Ed said, angrily.

"Alright, fine." She said moving to the door.

"Brother! You bowtie is crooked. Again!" Al reached down to fix it.

"It's fine." Ed groaned, tugging at his hand.

Winry was relieved when she saw that they weren't looking at her. "Um, so how do I look?" She asked, nervously. The two boys looked up at her, Ed's mouth dropping open. The boys had every right to be surprised. This was different then the work suits and black tube tops. She was stunning. Al elbowed Ed in the arm.

"Ow!" Ed whined, and then realized what the painful gesture meant. "Oh, you look very, uh, pretty."

Pretty? That's the best I'll get from him. Winry smiled. "Okay, then. Let's go!"

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The two teenagers made their way through the crowd of soldiers and there dates. Everyone was dressed so formally, so they didn't stick out. Well, maybe except the fact that they were ten years younger than everyone else. They made their way to a table where Ed's name was written on a card. "Guess this is where we sit." The two sat down.

Every thing was decorated so beautifully. Down to every last little detail. The military must've really thought this was a big deal.

Ed glanced over at the card in the seat next to his. "Roy Mustang"

"Something wrong Fullmetal?" He looked up to see Roy with Riza loyally at his side.

Ed was about to say something (or yell it) but someone hit their fork in a glass and then there was a voice. "Everyone, please take your seats."

All the soldiers slowly made their way to their tables.

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The speeches had to be the worst part about the entire thing. So long and boring, and every so-often, Roy would make a smart comment and Ed would return him with his own.

"Alright, the formal part of the Ball is over. State Alchemists, would you please start off the dancing?" Fuehrer requested.

About one-forth of the soldiers rose and led their dates to the dance floor. Once the music started, Ed took Winry's waist and her hand in his. She smiled and placed her hand on his shoulder. They began to move you the classy music.

Just because Edward didn't like to dance, didn't mean he couldn't.

Once the song ended, Ed pulled away. "Great. Can we go now?" He turned to leave, but Winry caught his shoulder.

"Try to have fun, Kay?" She said as a fast, up-beat song came on, and she moved side to side with the rhythm. Ed smiled. She deserved this.

He grabbed her hand, twirled her and pulled her close to him, taking the position they were in before and rocking her side to side in a bouncy manner. Winry let out an amused laugh.

There were a few more songs like that, and Winry was breathless. "Oh, c'mon, you're not tired all ready?" He asked.

Just as he said that, a slow song came on and the lights dimmed. Ed smiled, warmly, holding out his hand. Winry smiled back, taking it and pulling herself close. She placed her hands on his shoulders and his, on her hips. They both moved slowly, letting the music guide them.

"Ed?" She said, laying her head on his shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"When you left home, two weeks ago, I told you that…I thought I was falling in love with you…"

"Mm-hm…"

"When you left me, that thought grew into the actual thing…"

"…What are you saying?"

She pulled away, gold eyes meeting blue. "Edward, I'm…in love with you"

She waited for a childish response, but instead he brought his head close to hers, their lips touching gently.

And that's when a bright flash broke the kiss.

They turned to see a soldier holding up a camera. "Yes! This is front page news! The Fullmetal Alchemist, In Love." He ran off before Ed could grab the bastard.

"C'mon, let's get out of here." He growled, pulling Winry with him.

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Alphonse found it necessary to leave when the two burst into the room, lip-locked. Ed pushed Winry into the wall, kissing her with aggression and need. Winry moved her lips off of his and onto his neck where Ed moaned, hungrily. They moved off the wall and stumbled over to the bed where Ed fell back and Winry on top.

No matter how good he felt, she couldn't let him have control. Her lips left him and she sat up. "Now, we're going to do what I say and I say we're not having sex."

He looked at her as if she where crazy and she smirked.

"At least, we're not having the type you think we're having." She smiled, and kissed his lips, then his neck, and then his collar bone. Fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, tasting his skin every time it was uncovered.

"Wh-what are…you…" Ed managed to say between then deep, nervous breaths. But his question was answered once she unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them.

"Oh, god." He threw his head back and grasped the sheets tightly.

Winry licked her lips and reached into his boxers, pulling out his erection. She took the head between her teeth, gently, and ran her tongue slowly and teasingly across it. Ed bucked his hips in response, causing Winry to take the rest of him in her mouth. He groaned loudly. "More…"

Winry would've smirked if she could, but Ed was so…such a mouthful. She started to move her tongue in slow motions, tasting Ed's flesh.

He slammed his leg into the base board, taking his auto-mail finger into his mouth and biting it to hold back his moan. "Your tongue…so…fuckin' good." Was all that she could comprehend behind his moans.

Winry sucked, pulling out, then taking him back into her mouth.

Ed didn't last long. He couldn't hold it in anymore. He groaned loudly, placing a hand o her head.

Winry's mouth flooded and she swallowed the best she could. With one final gulp, she sat up and licked her lips. Ed was in gasping rage. She smiled and covered him back up, and then laying her head on her chest.

Once Ed calmed, he smiled. He would've taken her to a thousand Balls just for another night like this.

"I love you."

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PLEASE, review and tell me what you thought. Should I continue, because I have a few more lemons.