CONFESS

Being home again was beyond words and belief. His few months in the hospital were agony. He knew Winry would be worried sick. But, His right hand seemed to had forgotten how to hold a pencil after years in the gate, and phone lines don't fix themselves. He waited patently for their health to recover, and finally, he could fulfill all of his promises.

"Ed, can I talk to you? Alone?" Winry returned from the kitchen to where Ed was lounging after eating 3 pieces of apple pie.
"Uh, sure." He kept his gaze on her suspiciously. Trying to figure out what she could possibly want from him.
They walked the familiar path to her second floor bedroom.
"Ed...Even thought we've kissed twice before..." They both flushed profusely at the awkward and heated memories.
He took a shaky step forward. "Y-yeah, we have..." She looked up at him, suppressing a giggle.
"Ed. I know you're not the best with words...but sometimes they're nice." She took another step forward.
They were hardly inches apart. Holding his gaze, she placed her hands on his chest.
But he was frozen. He knew that there was something he needed to do. With his hands? His mouth? What was it? His mind was just blank.
"Ed, I-" She brought her hands up to grab his face, she was moving in closer. Without thinking he suddenly grabbed her wrists.
"Winry, I'm sorry. I care about you-" that was an understatement. "But I-" He didn't know what to say. He was so nervous. So afraid of hurting her. He couldn't give her what she wanted. He just didn't know how.
Seeing the sadness, disappointment and confusion pooling in her eyes started to chisel away at his resolve.
"But what?"
He released her arms and sprinted from the room. Running. He was running away. Since when did Edward Elric ever run?
"Ed!"
Damnit! I'm just hurting her even more.
He had promised himself that he would be there for Winry when she needed him. He promised he would give back somehow. But he was convinced he had nothing to give.
Irritated and flustered. He trudged out to the porch slamming the door behind him.

"Brother? What's wrong?" Al who had probably been in the kitchen the whole time, followed his brother outside.
"Nothing."
"Oh come on you never act like this unless something's wrong." He sat down on the old familiar porch.
"Yeah." Ed's brow was creased in worry and pain.
"Come on brother. What's up? Did something happen with Winry?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Tell me." He leaned over to look at his brother.
"Ugh." He wove his finger together and knotted them in his bangs. "I just don't know what to do about Winry."
"You mean you haven't made a move yet?"
"No! Well, sorta."
"We talked about this in the hospital Ed. You just need to tell her how you feel!"
"Yeah, But I'm so bad at that!"
"It doesn't matter how bad or good you are at saying it, it just matters that you do. That's what Winry cares about."
"Well, it's easy when you say it. I just don't know what I should "do"."
"Do what girls like! Just grab her and kiss her! As I know for a fact that she's never kissed before." Ed gulped as he recalled the contradictions to that statement.
"Well, we've kinda already..." he said quietly.
"You what?" Al stared at his brother open-mouthed
"Kissed." Ed said with a reluctant blush.
"I know that! But When? How? And why haven't you told me?"
"Because it's embarrassing. And confusing."
"What's confusing about it? Obviously she has feelings for you!"
"Yeah." He shifted uncomfortably on to his automail leg.
"And you have have feelings for her."
"Yeah."
"Then what are you afraid of brother? Go back and talk to her!"
"I'm sure that she's really mad at me though."
He paused for a moment "I don't hear anything breaking, so she can't be that mad-"
He was cut off by the sound of crunching wood followed by an angry scream.
"DAMN IT ED! IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY THEN JUST TELL ME DAMN IT! AUUUGH!" And another crash.
"Yeah. She's not mad at all." Ed said flatly.
"Maybe you should go up there to calm her down." Alphonse said with sweat dripping down his forehead.
"No way! I want to live, thank you very much." He then buried his face into his hands. "Uhhg. Why am I so bad at this romance stuff? All I know up until this point in my life, I've learned from books." Then a thought popped into his head "There has to be some kind of book on how to make girls happy right?"
"The only thing close to that are romance novels..." Al saw a devious expression creep onto his brother's face. "Ed...you're not gonna-"
"I'm going to the book store tomorrow." He said with a triumphant grin that was cut short by the sound of another scream and crash.
"You really should go up there brother." Al squeaked in fear.
"No! No way!"
"Please brother? Before she destroys to whole house." He actually wanted to go up and see her. He wanted so badly to apologize.
"Fine!" He bolted up and walked quickly to Winry's bedroom. The only thing that could be heard were light sobs.
Oh my god, you fucking idiot Ed. You made her cry! He smashed his head into the wall. His balled fists sliding down to his sides. "Winry?"
"What!" her voice was a soggy growl.
"Are you okay?"
"No! Now go away you jerk!"
"Win...I'm really sorry. I- I didn't mean- " He swallowed with difficulty. Searching for words to describe why he rejected the kiss of the girl he loved so much. "I'm just...scared."
Silence weighed the air for a long moment.
"Get in here."
He turned the door knob, and walked in to see her lying on her bed wiping her eyes.
"Winry- I'm so sorry." He stepped foreword haphazardly. She didn't object when he sat down on the bed, facing away from her.
"Winry. Can you please forgive me? I didn't mean to hurt you-"
"Ed. I understand. But, it still-" He placed a hand on her shoulder gently. Her eyes widened, and pink crept on to her cheeks. Which caused her to hide her face in the covers.
"Win?" He retracted his fingers in fear that offended her.
"-made me feel kinda...bad." Her words, for once, failed her.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I was just afraid."
"You keep saying that, but what are you afraid of?"
"I don't really know how to describe it...I-" She placed a hand on his arm. Searching down to his hand. He blushed again as she intertwined their fingers.
"Don't be afraid to tell me.' Kay? I really want to know what's on your mind. Always." She nuzzled his arm and lower back. Her breath sent chills up his spine.
"Okay. Win." He squeezed her hand. "I just...don't really know what you want from me. I'm just afraid of disappointing you, or hurting you. And my, feelings. I don't know how..." She put her other hand softly on his back.
"Just don't worry about it okay?" He felt her begin to sit up behind him. "I know that words just aren't your thing. It hurts sometimes. But I understand."
"I just wish-" He closed his eyes and balled his fists.
"There's no way to avoid pain completely Ed. You should know that all too well."
"Yeah.." He relaxed in to her true words.
"But what we need to be able to do is work past that pain. Together." She wrapped her arms around him tightly. "All I want is for you to let me be by your side. That's all I ever wanted." She rested her face in the crook of his next. Breathing slowly.
"I know Winry." He turned around to look at her. Their faces brushing together. "But Winry, you have been by my side all this time. With me and Al. I don't think we would have been able to make it without you." He placed a hand on her cheek and smiled. With a sweet and simple kiss. He told her how he felt. How he had always felt. When he drew away he just pulled her into a deep hug. "Thanks, Winry." "I never feel like I've told you that enough." He kissed her again. Longer and truer. He held her closely as they shared their feelings in the most effective way.

I don't like writing make-out scenes because it's difficult to avoid the cliche. and I hate cliche. Witch is why I avoid canon stories. But then I feel bad for making them so short. If given enough inspiration I'll write a more substantial make out scene in the future.
Although I still don't know how or when I'm going to end this series anyway.