AN: Ahhh…another one of these! sighs Sorry for the wait. Got stuck on what I wanted to happen between Win and Ed. Any way…here it is! I think I'm going to work more on the relationship between Ed and Win in a few chapters…maybe a little longer down the road from this chapter. I was listening to "Brothers" the song from FMA in the end of the "Mother" Episode at the ed of the story. So…yeah…lol. I shall update…hopefully soon! ITS SUMMER! I HAVE TIME TO WRITE! FINALLY! Hope I didn't jinx that…. , ;;;;;
Chapter Seven
Ed watched out his office window. He heard all about Hawkeye and Havoc's outing to the grave. He also realized that Hawk needed the time. She needs to heal. Ed thought to himself.
Riza laid the dozen roses down gently on the soft earth before her beloved colonel. She stared at the grave for what seemed like hours. Jean stared at her. He missed the annoyed looks that made Hawkeye, Hawkeye. He missed her shooting at Roy for his laziness when not doing his work. But that Riza…would never have me. She only wanted him…I could never blame her for it. She loved him…and misses him more than ever. Jean rubbed his eyes trying to keep any tears from falling.
Riza stood and turned to Jean. She tilted her head to the side.
"Jean…?" She asked softly.
"Huh? Oh, I'm fine. Just tired is all…" Jean smiled back.
"I do miss him, but I feel…" Riza paused, and looked Jean in the eyes. "Like I've been given a second chance. Do you think, Roy would have…approved of us?"
"I don't know. I honestly don't know. I know he wanted the best for you…whether that is me or not, we'll have to find out."
"Let's go get something to eat…I'm some what hungry." Riza turned and started to walk from the grave. Jean looked at the grave stone.
"You would never hurt her. I promise you, Roy, I will never hurt her intentionally. I love her…probably as much as you. If not more."
With that, Jean turned and ran to catch up with Riza. He tentatively grabbed a hold of her hand. He held her hand gently. Riza looked over and smiled. Jean felt as though, even with one of his closest friend's death, he had gained something so wonderful. He would die for her, if that came to be.
Ed slipped into his bed. He glanced at the clock. It was midnight. He stifled a yawn and rolled over bumping into something warm and soft. Too dark for him to see, since he didn't turn any lights on, he probed with his hand. He found the object to be very warm and quite soft. Ed never saw the hand that flew out and knocked him out of his own bed. Sitting up on the floor, Ed held his nose in pain.
"AH! What the fuck?" Ed reached and turned the lamp on. He saw one VERY pissed off Winry.
"What the hell do you think your doing, Edward!" Winry yelled reaching for her wrench.
"Oh, hell no!" Ed dove under the bed. "What the hell are you doing in my bed anyway!"
"Oh…yeah. About that…" Winry suddenly lost all anger and flushed a bright red. Ed emerged, he raised an eyebrow at Winry's blush.
"What…were you…doing in…my bed?" Ed asked worriedly.
"NOTHING SICK!" Winry threw a pillow at him. "I was…just…ummm…waiting."
"For…?" Ed dodged the pillow.
"You……." Winry fell silent and was blushing even harder than before.
"Me?" Ed blinked. "Why…?"
"Because I can!" Winry grabbed her wrench and made contact with Ed's head.
Ed rubbed his head grumbling. It had hurt more this time than any other. He stood and fell onto the bed. He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. Winry looked down at him.
"Tired?" Winry asked.
"Very."
"I'm sorry…" Winry sighed, lying down as well. "How…is the search for Avarice going?"
"Not well. At all." Ed sighed.
Ed glanced over at Winry. Winry was busy staring at the ceiling. The ceiling fan made its usual light creaking sound as it rotated. It was old and needed to be replaced. Ed raised his automail arm and stared at it. He clenched his fingers and then unclenched them. To be honest, Ed was at a complete loss of words. He had no idea what to say. What to bring up. What to talk about. Nothing seemed like the right thing to say.
"Looks like it's going to rain…" Winry commented turning her gaze to the window.
"Again…?"
"Yes. Again."
Ed grabbed Winry's arm gently and pulled her down. He placed his lips on hers. Winry was caught completely off guard. She had not expected Ed to do that. Ed pulled away and blushed lightly as he smiled and rolled onto his side. He turned the light off and closed his eyes. As small smile still tugged at the corners of his lips as he tried to sleep.
Winry stared at Ed. She couldn't believe Ed had just kissed her. She touched her lips lightly and blushed crimson. She smiled lightly and layed down on her side, facing the wall. She fell asleep that night with a smile on her lips next to the only boy/man she had ever loved. Her first, her true, and only love.
