A/N: Tehehehe. I have no excuse.
Chapter 10 - Sense
"That wasn't ice cream at all!" Edward screamed and took another gulp of water in attempt to wash away the wasabi in his mouth. Eating that so-called ice cream violated his taste buds to no ends. He could still feel it flaring up his nostrils, like a constant flow of spiciness.
Winry giggled, her eyes not showing any hint of apology for what she just did. Well, he agreed to believe and ate the goddamned thing, but she shouldn't have tricked him like that in the first place!
"It was ice cream." She defended with a mischievous smile still plastered on her face as they walked the path back to the hills.
"Like hell it was! It was pure fucking wasabi! A whole slab of it!" He should've noticed when not a hint of ice emitted from it. Not to mention the old man's suspicious smile when Winry ordered the nonexistent flavor.
The only good thing was that he only finished half of it before realizing the lie.
Edward frowned at that thought as he still felt the burning sensation crawling in his tongue and throat. He was an idiot for not realizing it on first bite.
"Your tongue's just too fickle." The country girl mused on his face that he glared down at her with fiery golden eyes. She only looked back with amused blue ones, her eyebrows going up in taunt.
Stopping in his tracks, Edward crossed his arms over his chest, regarding Winry, who stopped in front of him with her arms crossed as well, with as much intimidation as he could muster.
It didn't faze the Rockbell one bit as she craned her neck to level a look at him.
"You talk the talk, but can you walk the walk?" He challenged with a smirk.
Winry snorted back. "Twenty bucks."
"Deal."
O-o-o-o-o
Winry whistled happily as she skipped in her steps, a rather grumpy, growling and twenty-bucks-less Edward Erlic slumping beside her. She couldn't be any more amused.
"Well." Stretching the newly printed twenty dollars in front of her face, she grinned at it then at its giver beside her.
"That was the easiest twenty bucks of my life."
Throwing her a sideways glare, Edward said, "You're a piece of scum."
"And you're a sore loser." She berated with her triumphant face a little closer than necessary to emphasize her intent to annoy him even more.
He was about to bite back an insult down at her when he noticed something. Seeing his face suddenly scrunching in confusion, Winry raised a quizzical brow at him and stopped them both from walking. The house was already very near them anyway.
"What?" She asked, taking a tiny step back. Edward took a step forward then sniffed inches away from her face.
He looked straight at her face with serious golden eyes. Winry blinked at him in confusion.
"I don't smell wasabi." He challenged her but she didn't even gulp.
"Wasabi doesn't have a strong distinct smell." She explained confidently with a grin, trying to hide her unease.
"Yeah," Edward agreed to her much surprise. What caught her off guard was when his eyes stared directly at hers.
"But pistachio has." He declared, his nostrils flaring as he continued to glare through her lying soul. Without a second thought, Winry pushed his chest and ran for the hills.
"Hey! Come back here, you scum!" He hollered to the night as he ran after the country girl with incredible speed.
Before Winry could even retort back, she felt herself grabbed from the waist and lifted off the ground.
How the fuck was he so damned fast?!
She stopped herself from voicing that inner thought when she realized that it was most probably because of the light wooden leg replacing his metal one.
"Ok, here. You win." She raised the bill in the air like a white flag.
With that, she felt herself being put down on the grassy ground, but Edward's strong arm was still around her waist, caging her in a half embrace.
She felt his heavy breath against the exposed part of her nape.
"I don't care about the money." She craned her neck as much as she could upon hearing this, and there she saw his devilish and boyish smile.
Presenting a small plastic bag of wasabi in front of her face, his grin grew wider.
"I want revenge, little missy."
Winry retaliated against his grasp but her movements only enabled him to turn her around to face him, his other free arm threatening the wasabi to her lips.
There was no escape.
"That traitorous old man!" She shouted in the air in irritation.
"Oh, he didn't do anything wrong. I was hoping that something like this would come up so I asked a 'souveneir' from him." He said with a winning smile that made Winry decide for a moment if she would more embarrassed than furious.
"Well, aren't you just crafty? Just let me go." She growled, refusing to admit that he is indeed crafty with any form of submission.
"Oh no, you have to suffer as I did!" He said with an evil laugh and forced the wasabi closer to her lips. She would've tasted the whole bag if she didn't sharply turn her head to the side.
"Stop! Edward Elric, I swear to God!" Winry squealed as she wriggled around Edward's caging arm, all the while the young man shoving the small piece of wasabi to every side she turns to.
They remained in their own silly little world of tag for a moment too long that old lady Pinako had to clear her throat from the porch area.
Upon hearing the foreign sound, two blond heads snapped to the same direction, bodies still entangled in an awkward embrace.
Pinako observed them for a few seconds, a small smile forming her lips before saying, "I've finished the leg. Winry can attach it once your current business is done."
Hearing the word business made the two teenagers blush profusely, and they pulled away from one another. Edward threw the wasabi on the grass and stepped on it like it was like some pesky bug.
"Finished? But I still-" Winry was the first one to break the silence that was already forming but was readily cut off by her grandmother.
"I've done the remaining touches while the two of you were taking a stroll." Pinako blew a smoke from her pipe as she watched Winry's grave face.
She sighed at her stubborness. "You wanted us to build this together, don't you? That won't happen if you finish it all by yourself. Selfish granddaughter." With that, Pinako walked inside, leaving the front door open.
Edward slightly grunted at the habit then threw a subtle glance at the girl beside him, who was contemplating on how she would react on the current situation.
It looked like she was deliberating if she would be happy or mad at her granny. Or maybe both.
"Hey." He called out and her focused blue eyes snapped back to reality. They glared up at him, and for some reason it felt better that way.
"We should head back, so I can get my leg back already." He gestured to the house with a quick tilt of his head towards it, and it annoyed Winry how this simple and trivial action made him look like ten times more...bearable.
Walking ahead of him, she said, "Not until I make you eat another slab of wasabi."
Edward made a disgusted face and proceeded to walk beside her. "Can we stop it with the wasabi? What is up with your obsession of using it as a weapon of torture?"
O-o-o-o-o
Groaning from his hour-long position on the couch, Edward lifted an arm and tried to maneuver himself to at least sit right up. He managed to lift half of his body at least, before he collapsed it on the backrest of the couch, his legs still sprawled before him.
Closing his eyes, he contemplated on how much longer until he could move his legs on the ground again when he heard someone taking a seat on the couch beside him.
Taking his head off the cushion, he saw his blue-eyed classmate sitting on crossed legs in front of him, almost between his sprawled out legs -one metal and one flesh.
"I'm quite surprised that someone who's not used to attachments could already sit just after an hour of rest." She said with observant eyes trailing on his metal leg.
"Don't get me wrong, I feel terrible. I just don't like lying down while in pain." He admitted as truthfully as he hadn't been for a long while, and innerly blamed it on the excruciating pain he was feeling at the moment. He was not thinking straight.
It gave him the greatest kind of unease, but he wasn't that clouded yet to admit that to someone like her. Someone who wouldn't even understand.
"Do you think we can head back tomorrow? To Central?" She inquired, but her eyes darted away, avoiding contact with his.
He tried to search her face, and in a second he recognized, dilemma and...
Stubborn resentment. He knew it all too well.
Maybe she's not someone who wouldn't understand.
"Already? We still have two days, don't you want to spend some more time on your home?" He asked and bent his flesh leg so he could rest an elbow on it.
Leaning back on the wide armrest behind her, Winry sighed and looked around her yellow house, all sprinkled with all kinds of memories.
"I thought so too, but then I realized it was time to move on from this old place, anyway so.." She said with a shrug of her bare shoulders.
Edward, startled by how in synch her words are with Pinako's unspoken wishes for her, snapped an intent look at her. Noticing his gaze, the young Rockbell scrunched her brows in confusion at him.
"What?" She asked with mild curiosity.
His lips moved to say the truth, but then he clamped it shut. No matter how he turned the facts around his head, he wasn't in the position to tell her anything.
He was just a mere client in this house. They were not even friends.
Right?
"Then we should head to bed. Have an early start tomorrow." With that, he slowly moved and stood from the couch, wincing a bit when he managed to put down weight on the newly attached automail.
Winry sprang to her feet and quickly went to his side. "Let me help-"
"I'm fine." His refusal of help came up so suddenly that he instinctively threw an apologizing glance down at her, who was just worried instead of hurt.
Winry looked up at him with a blank stare, arms frozen and hovering at his side after hearing his objection of her offered assistance.
"I'm fine. I'm used to this." He reassured with a somewhat sad smile. Giving her shoulder a slight pat, he slowly walked towards the staircase.
Winry watched his back for a good few minutes before he disappeared upstairs, just constantly wondering about the possible thoughts going through his unreadable mind.
What made her wonder more was his forlorn soft smile etched upon his young, slightly stubbly face.
O-o-o-o
Pinako watched from up the hill as the two teenagers placed a couple of bags on a trunk of a beaten up, red sedan, two figures in big hooded sweatshirts,
The much taller of the two reached over stopped the trunk door from being violently closed by the smaller figure. An argument could be heard as quick as lightning and she could see the petite looking figure of her granddaughter lashing out insults on her much bigger enemy.
Edward's figure only pushed her aside with one arm and closed the trunk door as light as possible but hard enough to lock it in place.
"And that's how you treat a lady, you brute. Not slamming it with all your might." She heard him say and Winry's punch against his shoulder quickly followed.
"Hey! That hurt!" Edward complained and that was Pinako's cue to intervene.
"Are you two going to be ok? It's still quite dark in the roads ." Both heads snap up to acknowledge her question. It was only five in the morning and the sun hasn't peeked out of the darkness yet.
"We're gonna be fine, granny. We have a lot of schoolwork left to do anyway" Winry answered without looking at her grandmother.
"I'm driving first, right?" She turned to Edward, who only gave her a nod and threw the keys at her. She snatched it on midair and proceeded to walk to the driver's side.
"Winry." Stopping from her tracks, she looked up to her grandmother who called out to her so softly she wouldn't have heard it if it wasn't for the still and quiet dawn.
"Give me a call when you're about to visit again." Pinako said with a smile, and Winry gave one of her own.
"I will, granny. I'll see you soon." With that and with a final look at her grandmother, Winry opened the door and went inside the car.
Edward watched the exchange, noticing the major difference in it when they arrived here days ago. He glanced up at the old lady at the top of the hill, and they looked at each other with knowing eyes.
"We'll come back for your apple pie, Auntie." He said with a scratch on his cheek.
Pinako let out a small laugh. He finally called her auntie out of his own accord. "I'm sure you would."
Edward already turned to walk on the other side of the car when he heard Pinako call his name.
He looked up at her once again, and there he saw her smiling lips and eyes, her old face seeming to go twenty years younger from it.
"Thank you." It was a simple gesture, but those words held more meaning between the two confidantes. Edward gave a silent nod, then went inside the car without another word.
They drove for hours on end without any significant conversation,'only occasional exchanges of words whenever they have to switch drivers.
It was almost two in the morning and they were almost out of gas. They were also about less than a day away from Central. For some reason, they drove faster this time. Same distance, same hours, same company, but to Edward it felt faster. Different.
Pulling the gasoline hose's noose from his car's gas compartment, he fumbled to put it back on its cradle. He proceeded to wipe his grease stained hands on his pants when Winry suddenly appeared in front of him, a hand stretched over him.
"Keys. It's my turn, right?" It was the longest statement she had exchanged with him over the past couple of hours, and he almost forgot what her voice sounded like.
Fetching the keys from his pocket, he reached over to put it on her palm, like instinct.
Then stopped it from falling to her grasp by his flamel keychain, a moment's deliberation making him do so. Winry gave him a stare, still waiting for him to hand them to her.
After a full minute, Winry grew impatient and tried to snatch the key off his hand. Edward was quick to put his hand above her reach causing Winry to grab air instead.
"No, I'm driving." He declared and hid the key inside his palm before striding pass her.
Swiveling her whole body in bewilderment, Winry glared after the young man. "What?"
"I said I'm driving. Get in the car." He repeated himself without looking back. After a few moments Winry realized that he was heading for the convinient store. Probably going to take a piss.
Letting out a sigh, she went back to the passenger's seat, all the while muttering how moody and unworldly unreasonable Edward Elric was.
First he made a rule that they should strictly take turns on driving even if she drops dead and now he's breaking it by driving for more than four hours.
"Seriously, fifty shades of annoyance." She muttered to herself, having no sliver of interest to uncover even one of those shades.
The backdoor opened, cutting Winry from her thoughts. Looking around from her seat, she saw Edward placing a bag of bottles on the seat.
To be specific, a couple of Coors.
Feeling her stare, he met her eyes with mysterious golden eyes, his lips perched into a thin line. His unreadable expression made Winry waver on her current disinterest in unraveling each and every shade he has.
Their silent conversation was cut off when Edward slammed the door closed and swiftly went to the driver's seat. After locking the doors and quickly glancing at all the side mirrors, he ignited the car to life. The familiar roar of the old car's engine filled the heavy silence.
"What're you planning?" The question came naturally to Winry. Him being nice about taking the wheel for a second round and a couple bottles of beer was nowhere near the normal Elric company.
Something was definitely up.
Edward chose to ignore her question and brought them to the middle of the road again, their destination unknown to the blue-eyed girl on his passenger seat.
"Are you gonna tell me where we're going or do I have to beat it out of you?" She intently put every venom she could muster in the threat, but Edward's face didn't even flinch one bit from it.
Taking one last deep breath, Winry gave Edward's shoulder a good, big punch that rattled all the way to his hand on the steering wheel.
"Ow! Why do you have to be so violent all the time?! It's so uncute and ungirly!" The teenaged boy whined as he rubbed comfort to his violated limb.
"Then tell me where the heck we're going before it comes to the point where your arm needs automail replacement." Winry said through a forced smile that only made her smoking vehemence emphasized. He took her words with fear this time and cleared his throat.
Seeing some progress, she leaned on her seat and waited for her answer. "So?" She even persisted impatiently.
"I know this place, where you can forget everything you want to forget for a moment long..." He let his sentence hang, and he could feel her questioning stare burning the side of his face.
"But of course since its effects don't last that long, I bought some Coors to help." With that, he faced her with the most nonchalant expression he could do.
But when he saw her staring at him with a genuine mix of shock and realization, his golden eyes gradually turned soft.
Why was he doing this? He doesn't even know himself.
Winry licked her lips and darted her eyes anywhere but him. He noticed? Or does he just have his own troubles?
Glancing back at him, she wanted to bring herself to thank him. But she didn't want to assume. They weren't even friends.
It was already established that there are thick, immovable walls around them.
Maybe he was just wary of her driving his sedan too fast. Because she wanted to go back to Central as fast as possible. Because she wanted to do things that would make her forget everything again.
Did he notice all that?
She wondered even more as she watched the minuscule expressions forming on his face with intent eyes. She heard him gulp when his golden eyes went back to the road, the side of his face somewhat strained as he formed his words.
And now she's noticing everything about him. Just what the hell is going on?
"Forget it I was just mess-"
"Where is it?" Edward turned a quick look at her in surprise, and there he was met with an expression he might've traded with keeping his eyes on the road if it wasn't for his stronger sense to stay safe.
Winry smiled to herself and leaned even further in her seat.
"This place you're talking about?" She inquired further with crossed arms, a bright smile upon her face.
Edward let out a laugh and answered as he peeked at her excited face, "Just a little ways away."
O-o-o-o-o-o
Winry stared at the countless stars dotting the dawn sky as she sat on the hood of Edward's beloved sedan. She watched as one part of the sky started to draw waves of lighter color as the sun neared the horizon, a routine she had been so accustomed to doing with her grandmother back home.
Home.
A place that she was sure she would miss once she started living in Central. It was still quite baffling for her that she was actually running away from it like cold ice upon skin after that incident with Edward and her father's guitar.
It sounded so trivial, but the memories it bestowed on Winry held greater meaning than she would want.
Her mind's trip to her forbidden memories was held short when Edward climbed the hood of the car to claim the seat beside her. Moments later, a Coors bottle was offered in front of her face.
Staring at it for a few moments, Winry took it with one hand. Edward peeked at her hesitation as he chugged his bottle until barely half of it was left.
"You don't drink?" He inquired, kind of feeling dumb for not asking her in the first place. He was too hopeful that he could persuade her hard enough.
She let a snort and gave him a challenging look. "Harder than you can imagine, city boy." With that, she took a huge gulp of her own. A few seconds later, her bottle was almost empty.
She let out a refreshed sigh with the spicy beer tingling her throat.
"Good, then. We have a lot to finish." Winry snickered at that to which Edward laughed with. Either of the two didn't notice who dared to gaze first, since they suddenly found themselves locked in one another's eyes, a silent conversation going between them, only to be accompanied by the wet and cold feel of their beers in their hands.
To his surprise, it was Winry who broke the contact first as she craned her neck to observe the sky once again. His eyes followed, along with another drink from his newly opened beer.
A long, comfortable silence stretched between the two teenagers, only filled with quiet sounds of the crickets and the lazy sloshing of their drinks. They were parked somewhere in the middle of a forest, a little aways from a cliff that overlooked another expanse of trees and mountains.
"So, how do you know this place?" Winry started and turned a little to face him. They were already three bottles in and they have only started their first conversation.
Taking a small swig from his Coors, Edward gave her the most boyish smirk she had ever seen of off his serious and grumpy self.
"Actually..." Should he tell her the truth?
The faint smell of beer on his own breath tugged at his reasons a bit, and that was enough for Edward to let such a simple fact out in the open.
"Just about the same time you did." he admitted. Winry threw a look of mild bewilderment his way upon registering his words. He has his head bowed, his elbow lazily placed on his bent knew with the beer hanging from the end of his fingers.
Winry continued to gawk at him, trying to contemplate as to why he would do such a thing. What benefits would he get from it?
Her heads swam with so many possible conclusions to her current wonder that she didn't notice him looking up to her eyes with his soft golden ones, hued by the dim moonlight of the dawn sky.
He peeked from those long eyelashes of his, and at that very moment Winry couldn't think of anything but how beautiful and serene he looked, like golden flower quietly and slowly blooming its way to full growth.
Edward Elric, a flower?
An unexpected laugh came out of her that she had to cover her mouth to cut it short.
Her said golden companion smiled at her, his eyes half lidded as he gazed at her lazily. For some reason, he pulled the hood over his head and leaned it on his arm, still facing her with that gentle and mysterious smile.
She was expecting him to ask what the fuck was so funny, for her to let out a pig snort like that.
Winry waited and stared after him, but he only answered with silence.
"You finally smiled." He said in a low and husky voice, almost inaudible, with the moonlight reflecting on his face.
But it echoed loud and clear in Winry's head, and she was speechless at the spectacle before her.
He did know, didn't he?
He was trying to make her feel better for some unfathomable reason.
She had never told anyone about her past, about her obscured and hidden pain in life, not even him. She refused them, so why would she share it with anyone? Especially with him whom she didn't even fully trust?
Not only the fact that he seems to understand very well, but why was he going this far to help?
Winry look at her almost-friend travel buddy, a person whom she had the weirdest and haziest relationship as of now.
But as far as she could tell, she felt at peace at this present time, at this this very moment, and that's what matters.
For the first time, she was actually living in the present, marveling at the beauty of whatever it was in front of her.
The trees, the stars, the sweat of her cold beer dribbling down her fingers.
And her History classmate, Edward Elric, who also recently became her first lightweight automail client.
He was smiling from ear-to-ear at her, his expression drawn clear despite the hood over his head. The expression was captured and etched into Winry's mind.
Gathering her long, untied hair to one side, Winry pulled her own hoodie over her head, as if to match the boy beside her. Glancing down at him, she pointed out,
"You too." Edward felt his eyes grow wide from the realization.
He really was, wasn't he? He could even feel the muscles on his face still holding the said smile.
Any gesture of happiness seemed foreign to him ever since...he couldn't even remember when he last truly smiled. Or laughed.
He wasn't a depression case or anything. He just wanted to be left alone all the time, even by his own brother, that any kind of happiness was scarce, very few and far in between.
He believed that happiness didn't give solace, since it only open gates to more pain.
But now...he's feeling both.
Peace and a little bit of happiness. It was unbelievable. A kind of a safe haven. Where his senses for anything in the world dulled, granting him a temporary bliss of ignorance.
This was different from Nina.
This was different from anything he had ever felt.
He met her stare with a silent look, the smile on his mouth slowing fading away into a thin line.
Sitting up straight, the sixteen-year-old gulped the rest of his beer then, with a huge swing of his arm, threw the empty bottle to the cliff.
They watch it fly away for a moment, before it disappeared down, down and down.
"So...what's your favorite color?" Winry started after another moment of silence. Not that she wanted to break it, she actually asked it out of genuine curiosity.
But of course, Edward being Edward Elric, he would give her the hardest time and only answered with a judging gaze.
"So you know, I'd know what color of coffin I'd get when I accidentally kill you one of these days."
She was expecting a smart ass retort biting back her way, but she only heard an obnoxious laughter from him.
So obnoxious that he was almost in tears.
"I've-I've never ever encountered any girl as fucking weird and tomboyish as you- I-" He said between fits of laughter. Winry only rolled her eyes at him.
"Ha-ha. You talk as if you had a lot of girls in your life, lover boy." She snided with a boastful smirk, and she was yet again surprised when Edward wasn't offended one bit.
Was Coors making him all too unexpected and cocky for her liking?
Ugh.
"As a matter of fact, Ms. Grease Pants, I did. That's why I know for a fucking fact that you are indeed-" he reached a hand to her face as he said this, his eyes playful.
"-uncute!" With that proclamation, he pinched her cheek and pulled at it. The hood on Winry's head falling back to her shoulders.
"Hey! Fucking- cut it out!" She protested and managed to slap his hand away. Edward cheerily fell back and laughed.
Winry couldn't help but giggle along.
"Jerk. I had a couple of guys come my way too, you know." She bragged, hoping to gain some of her self-esteem back.
Edward merrily stomped on it with another snort of laughter. "Let me guess. You threaten to beat them out with your tools if they don't go out with you."
The assumption proved itself right when the mechanic hit him on the shoulder. Hard.
"Ouch! So uncute." Edward cried as he once again soothed his throbbing shoulder.
"And as if girls will even like your asshole self." She muttered bitterly.
Sipping a couple of gulps from her drink, she felt the alcohol slowly seeping into her senses, dulling them a bit.
"Ha, oh you'd be surprised by how much they like assholes, then." He said with a shake of his head, as if he was disappointed at the girls more than at himself.
"Cocky little bastard."
"Don't call me little! I'm waaaay taller than you, machine junkie."
They lost count of how much they drank when reached ten.
Winry thought of another challenging question that she almost smirked to herself.
"You talk the talk, but did you walk the walk?" She felt triumphant repeating his own words back to him. Edward raised a questioning brow at her.
"Did you even have sex with them?" It was childish thing to ask, especially how most of the teenagers nowadays brag about it. But the idea of just pissing him off overthrew her reasoning.
She had a few experiences of her own, so she was confident to get the question back to herself.
Winry was waiting for another round of his condescending answer, but she was only met with silence.
She shot him a look, but he was smiling to himself, as if remembering distant fun memories.
This bastard.
"I did it with a handful of women, especially when I turned fifteen." He said as simple as telling someone what they had for breakfast. Winry wasn't sure how to take it.
How could she blame him? With all the annoyances and differences aside, he was very handsome and has body of a freaking god.
She hated to admit it, but he was even hotter with the automail combined.
With a small smile and a bit of chivalry, he could get any girl he wanted.
Goddammit, she had drank too much.
"But only the one before them mattered." He mentioned and locked eyes with her once again, with his dancing with mystery while hers search through them with marvel.
He had a lover. Of course he had.
"What about you? You said you had a couple of them." The very thought of it kind of pissed him off, actually. For some reason he couldn't decipher yet. Probably because it defies his definition of her being a grease monkey nerd.
Winry broke their eye contact almost immediately after he asked that. "I only did it with three guys, I think." She answered as calmly as possible. She didn't hear him laugh, as if he noticed her discomfort.
She gazed down at him with half-lidded eyes, her mouth parted as the truth poured from it.
"But none of them mattered. Not even one." She took a huge breath.
"They were only another means of distracting myself from remembering my parents. On how they died on our very house." Her voice shook as the words that she had never trusted upon anyone, even Kelly, drifted pass her lips like water trapped in a dam.
Edward watched her squirm in her seat, letting her find her position until she looked up at the stars once again. He chose to steal this chance to have a closer glance at her features.
All annoyances and differences aside, Winry Rockbell was stunningly beautiful. A beauty that comes out without her even trying. She could be covered in grease and mud, and would still look as beautiful as the setting sun.
That was why he was quite baffled that she wasn't in the hands of any man yet. But, he guessed this was the reason why.
She avoided any of them, in pursuit to forget everything about her past. And ever since he had known about it, a strong urge to help her pushed him to this very moment.
Goddamn, he drank way too much.
"So, who was this special girl?" Her sudden question broke his reverie. He gazed at her with unfocused eyes.
Suddenly he noticed how her soft locks fell on her smooth and clear face, deep blue eyes fixated upon him for an answer.
He didn't want to remember Nina right now.
Edward reached over to her fallen locks, the rest of his body slowly following along.
Not ever. Like her, he wanted to forget. For so long he tried, but never really did.
Finally, his touch felt the strands of her blonde hair.
Winry gazed at his hand, then at him, her expression in the middle of confusion and expectation.
His rough hand grazed her cheek and in an instant his chiseled chest was pressed on her shoulder, a feeling she couldn't ignore despite their thick sweatshirts.
Winry gasped at their sudden closeness but she didn't pull away. Instead, she let her eyes travel on his face only inches away from his. She froze in her position,only waiting for what move he would do.
Edward blew a breath on her lips, looking at them with want..
Making her gasp in anticipation.
He saw her eyes slowly drift close.
And...
In a split second he pulled away, all the haziness that the alcohol gave drowned in one instant as his senses suddenly came back.
What was he doing?
He immediately put his hovering hand that was upon her face merely seconds ago back to his side. Winry was looking back at him with an unreadable expression.
Anger? Spite?
What the fuck was he trying to do?
First he accidentally calls her "princess" and now this.
"We should sleep. We've already finished all the bottles." He declared in a soft voice, looking at anything but her.
Winry tried to catch his gaze, all the while unmoving from her last position. She let out a breath.
"Right." She agreed. Edward gave her one last look then nodded. With that he hopped down from his seat on the hood, leaving her with battling of thoughts of wanting more or wanting none of it at all.