Ed's Cloak

By WindsweptZariel

Disclaimer: I don't own FullMetal Alchemist or any of the characters in this story.

Summary: Simple Ed/Win drabble where Winry ponder's Ed giving her his cloak. May continue into a more elaborate story if liked.

Ed wrapped his cloak around her. It was a simple gesture, one he may have done for anyone in distress. Still, it wasn't just the gesture, but the gentle words he spoke to her and the way he caressed her hand with his thumb. His touch was what got to her the most. In all their years knowing each other, he hardly touched her. Even when they met up with each other after being apart for a while, they never hugged. But in this distressed situation, facing the killer of her parents right in front of her, he was there for her. He kept her from shooting the gun and convinced her not to shoot. In the end it was him holding her hands that got her to drop it. She could feel his heart racing even at arms length away from him. When she started to cry into his chest, he held on to her shoulders. For a brief moment, he held her, but he held her none the less. She knew he had to help his brother when he let go of her. However, before he left he gave her his cloak which she now stared at in her arms a week later.

She was back at Rush Valley, in the room she rented behind the automail shop. In spite of having been back for a while, she had not been able to unpack until just now. She was very busy at the shop. This person needed their arm adjusted, that person needed a new leg and still others were begging for the new lighter metal she was using. It was tiring, but she was being well compensated for her work. She was in demand and people were willing to pay extra and even wait at few extra days for her work.

Waiting…

Now she knew what it was like to have people waiting for her. No longer was it just about waiting for him. She looked at his red cloak once again and lifted it up to her nose. She could smell that familiar scent of him. It was a clean mildly spicy smell mixed with his sweat and 'Was that cologne?' she thought.

'No that smells a bit like the perfume I wear.' She surmised that after being in the suitcase with her things, it had taken on her scent as well. That thought gave her a warm feeling inside-their scents being mixed together. She giggled to herself a little before collapsing on her bed and pulling the cloak over her. She was so tired having missed so much sleep that she succumbed to her tiredness right away. She dreamed that his arms were wrapped around her instead of his cloak.

Winry had realized she was in love.