Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme no.: 2. let x be the value of he who lies beside me
Pairing: Ed/Winry
Rating: K
Summary: Winry's late night thoughts on Ed.
Notes: Blatant fluff, because I've had a bad week and this is what I'm in the mood for. This is a companion piece to Prompt 29 (Chapter 37).
2. let x be the value of he who lies beside me
It was a good thing Winry wasn't asleep – wasn't even close to falling asleep – because a kick to the back of her knee surely would have woken her up. For a half moment she was pleased with herself – her wiring of his nerves was so fine-tuned that they even responded to those little impulses, unconscious reflexes like tossing and turning – and then irritation settled in.
Sure, she and Ed had fallen asleep together before; there were times they'd woken curled up on the couch after a storm or when they'd dozed off together after fooling around, and once before anything was official between them they'd woken up in the same bed after a particularly wild Yule party hosted by Mustang ("Fully clothed! Fully clothed!" Ed was quick to point out when Winry had started pelting him) but they'd never before actually chosen to go to bed together. As in, to get ready and get into bed and fall asleep. Together.
Winry was seriously starting to give the choice second thoughts as Ed let out a snore and rolled over, kneeing her in the back. Wasn't he nervous? Wasn't this supposed to mean something? Some new level or aspect to their relationship that hadn't been there before? They certainly had most of the physical stuff down, but stuff like this – stuff that actually made them a couple had been a little bit slower in coming.
She should have seen this coming, she decided, laying stiff as a board and staring into the darkness of the room. Honestly. She had known Ed was a restless sleeper when he wasn't totally exhausted. She should have been able to predict this.
And it wasn't something that was likely to change any time soon. She was just going to have to get used to it.
Next to her, Ed shifted again and kicked out, this time nailing her in the calf. With his automail foot.
Winry sighed, then rolled over and kicked back.