The Lake
AngolMoaChan
-Chapter Three-
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA. If I did, Tucker would have died a stabbity death…(grins evilly)
Yet the terror was not a fright,
But a tremulous delight—
A feeling not the jeweled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define—
Nor Love—although Love was thine
Have you ever had the feeling of butterflies in your stomach? Imagine that about three hundred times worse. Edward Elric was slumped against the doorframe, clutching his stomach. Nervous didn't even begin to cover how he felt. Fingering a box in his pocket, he grimaced and whacked his head against the door. The strange thing about this…feeling was that he was actually getting dome type of a sick high off of it. He groaned and stood up…only to be smacked by the opening of the door.
"WHO THE BLOODY HELL WAS…." He began to shout, when he saw her.
"Ah! Ed! I'm sorry! Really!" Winry cried, "Are you alright?'
"Sure, just peachy, considering I just got SMACKED IN THE FACE WITH A DOOR!"
"SHUT UP! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" Winry shouted back. Ed shook his head with a sigh.
"Er…I need to…tell you something."
"Well shoot."
"Uh…WinryRockbellIloveyou" he said as fast as he could. Winry's jaw dropped. Love.
"Such a strong word…" she said softly, taking his chin in her hand, "Good to know. Felt the same way."
"Now do you know what comes next?" he asked slyly. Winry stared clueless for a second. Ed snickered and kissed her. She knew it didn't matter what it was called. It made everything beautiful, made her heart strong and her knees weak and her stomach a mass of butterflies, reds and greens and turquoise blues. There is no word to describe that kind of moment…
Except magic.
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Mweheeehee… more mindless fluff. It was a little more difficult analyzing the poem and making it EdWin and not related to sadness or terror…T.T I am really proud of the kiss… makes me feel squishy.