Title: Warming Up
Rating: G again. Woo!
Pairing: WinrySciezska
Word Count: 451

If there was one thing Sciezska hated about Rizenbul, it was the fact that winter was cold and summer was hot. She was sure she could handle a cold winter or a hot summer but not both . Central had been fine to her.

It was snowing outside and Winry was stoking the fire, keeping the house warm. Sciezska walked over to her, placing a hand on Winry's back, her leather gloves cold. Winry put down the poker and turned around, smiling, wrapping her arms around Sciezska's waist, burying her neck into the older woman's neck.

Maybe, just maybe, the winter would be okay.

Sciezska stroked Winry's hair lightly. "Tell me a story," Winry mumbled, warming up Sciezska's neck, earlier numb from the biting winds flecked with clumpy snow outside.

The brunette smiled, kissing the top of Winry's head. "I'm not very good at making my old stories," she said, closing her eyes, closing every gap between their body, pressing up against her. "Then tell me a book you read," Winry said in a low voice.

"Let me warm up first…" Sciezska mumbled, not wanting to move, happy just to stand like this in front of the fire.

"You can warm up while you think of a book to read," the blonde said, pulling back for a moment, tucking her hair behind her ear. Winry pulled Sciezska down to the rug in front of the fire, kissing the brunette gently, placing her hand on her hip.

Sciezska kissed Winry back, not surprised when the blonde moved into her lap to get a better lock on her lips, her fingers tangled in Sciezska's hair and sweater. Pulling back for a breath, Winry mumbled, running a thumb under Sciezska's eye, "Warming up?"

"If that's how you're going to warm me up," Sciezska said lightly, "I don't think I'm going to tell you a story."

"Did you know that I love winter?" Winry said, turning to press her back against Sciezska, the older woman's arms coming around her waist, just holding her.

Sciezska nodded. "You keep telling me that," she said. "But I don't understand why. It's harder to work on metal in the winter."

"I love winter because we get these lazy moments, especially in the holidays, around the solstice," Winry yawned.

"But we get more in the summer," Sciezska protested. "We get the summer solstice holidays and we get the hot summer days where no one can work!"

"But then I don't want you to hold me."

Sciezska didn't respond, just holding Winry closer. "I think I can tell you a story now."

"I don't want a story now," Winry mumbled, closing her eyes. "Just keep holding me."

"I can do that, too."