Sorry for the long time no update. School was very time consuming. The story will be ending soon but I have a sequel planned. Can't wait to write it. Note: non-explicit lemon ahead.
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Winry was avoiding Ed. Whenever he tried to make eye contact, she would look away and whenever he tried to talk to her, she would hurry away and pretend she never heard him. It wasn't as though he could blame her.
Why couldn't he have just said it? "Thank you"?! What was wrong with him? He knew he loved her and yet the words were so hard to say. The finality of those three simple words scared him. It was like a promise that he didn't know if he could keep. He sure as hell wanted to…
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Winry ducked her head when Ed passed her in the hall and ran into her workroom. She leaned against the door and sighed. She thought about the night before and how embarrassed she was. He didn't love her… Before she knew it, she felt tears streaking down her cheeks. Her mind drifted, wandering as though it had a will of it's own as memories rushed back…
They had practically torn each other's clothes off in a frenzied passion. They were young and inexperienced, nothing more than awkward virgins. They were blissfully ignorant of the consequences as they gave in to each other.
It had hurt when he buried himself deep inside her. She let out a startled cry and clung to him, her nails digging into his back. He winced but said nothing. Pain was pleasure. As the law of equivalent trade stated, you must give up something in order to gain something different of equal value. The pain eventually faded as they submerged into each other.
She had told him she loved him and he had said "thank you" of all things? She smirked humorlessly to herself and sat down in a chair unoccupied by bits of auto mail and wrenches. She pulled the leg she had been working on towards her and began to work, pushing all further thoughts from her mind.
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Ed and Al left the day after Christmas. Winry had been avoiding him for the past day and he couldn't bring himself to speak to her. Al was of course surprised at his sudden decision to return to Central. They had planned to stay until after New Year's. The taisa had suddenly grown a heart before Christmas and gave them the full week.
Niisan must've angered Winry again, Al thought innocently, blissfully naïve. Probably running for his life. He sighed inwardly.
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Roy pushed a stack of papers into Ed's arms as soon as he had stepped through the office door. Happy holidays to you too, Ed thought bitterly. He was sorely tempted to give Mustang the finger and tell him where to shove the papers but his brain kicked in at the last minute and disregarded the thought. He tucked the papers under his arm and trudged to the library, pausing only to purchase a large bottle of aspirin.
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Two months passed. The days were monotonous as nothing really happened. No more kidnappings and murders, thank goodness. Ed got the call when he came back from another excruciating day at the library, his head just about ready to split with a particularly nasty migraine.
The goddamned phone was particularly annoying and shrill when he grabbed the receiver. It was probably Roy again, with another mountain of papers for him to look over. "Hello," he barked into the receiver.
"Ed? Is this how you greet people on the phone? You need manners."
"Winry?"
"Yeah, I didn't call to talk to you about your manners… Uhh…" she paused as her voice quavered. "We need to talk. I'm coming to Central this weekend. Pick me up Saturday at noon. You'd better be there. This is really important."
"Important? You can't just tell me on the phone?"
"What? You don't want to see me now?"
"You know that wasn't what I meant."
Winry sighed on the other end. "Yes, it's that important. I want to tell you in person." He heard Winry sigh again as she hung up. He had a bad feeling about this.
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Fin d'le chaptire 7. Review please.