Stay the Night

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Alphonse had to leave early that coming Sunday morning, but that didn't stop him from spending the night snuggled closely to Mei's side once again; only this time, they slept on Edward's couch. Winry smiled at their sleeping figures, bundled together as comfortably as a six-foot man and five foot two woman could end up being on a small, L-shaped sofa. She found their budding romance to be completely adorable. It was the stuff that made up young adult romance novels that high school girls swooned over, wishing that they could find the kind of guy that was caring, courteous, and full of irrefutable attraction towards them; the kind of guy that Alphonse most definitely seemed to be with Mei.

Ed had gotten up from his place beside her to go to the bathroom moments before, stimulating Winry's mind enough to let her know that she had nearly fallen asleep looking at them. Shifting her body from the sunken crevice she had made in the cushion, she pulled her phone from her pocket and checked the time. It was nearly three thirty in the morning, and she could barely keep her eyes open.

Winry shut the screen off and began to rub her eyelids as Edward came walking into the room.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice quiet and scratchy.

She dropped her hand to her lap and smiled sleepily. "Fine, just beat."

"Yeah, same," he responded, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly before shoving his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.

Winry continued to smile at him, admiring the sharpness of his jaw and the way his mouth fidgeted at the corners. They remained that way in a quiet moment, staring at one another in haze of exhaustion and inquiry. Had Winry not been so tired, she might have noticed the nervousness in the way Ed looked at her.

Letting out a small yawn, Winry stood from her spot on the couch and stretched her neck from shoulder to shoulder. "Whelp, I think I'm ready for bed."

"Okay," Ed replied, and slowly turned back towards the hallway.

Winry titled her head to the side inquisitively, before saying. "Uh, goodnight then?"

Ed looked over his shoulder, confused. "You mean you're leaving?"

"Well, I'd rather not crash on the couch with your brother and his girlfriend," Winry replied.

Ed rolled his eyes and pointed towards the hall. "Just sleep with me, idiot."

Winry thanked the dark lighting of the room for camouflaging the red that was coloring her face. "Don't you think that's a little inappropriate?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" he replied.

"I'm not going to sleep with you while your brother and Mei are barely ten feet away!" she squeaked.

Ed's face dropped; his eyes grew wide as his mouth turn into a thin line. "What the-Christ, Win! I meant you could actually sleep in my bed!"

Winry could feel her cheeks begin to burn. "Oh! Oh god…"

Ed shook his head and let out a sigh. "Alright, this has become successfully awkward. I'm going to go pass out; you do whatever you'd like," with a moment's pause, he took the few steps towards Winry that brought them almost flush together. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He shuffled her hair and, with a peck to the top of her head, walked back towards the black hallway. Winry watched him disappear down the way to his room, and breathed out slowly. She turned to look at the door, thinking about how nice it'd be to slip under her own sheets and pass out in the comfort of her own queen-sized bed.

"What am I doing?" she muttered to herself, and slowly followed Ed's footsteps.

He was already slipped under his dark sheets by the time she walked in; the prosthetic she had only just learned about a week ago was positioned beside his nightstand. Ed glanced up at her, a small smirk growing before he collapsed against his pillow.

"I'm stealing a pair of boxers," Winry announced, as she slipped out of her leggings and opened the top drawer of his dresser.

"Whatever," he responded, as he watched her shimmy into a pair and take off her top, revealing a white cami, and popped off her bra with trained ease.

"Quit staring," she said, feigning aggravation, and tossed her bra at his head.

He caught it before it struck him, and threw it back at her. "Eh, shut up and get in bed already."

Dropping her clothes onto the floor beside the bed, Winry crawled under the covers and wiggled into a comfy position beside Ed. God, this thing was comfortable; she felt like she was lying on clouds.

"How broken in is this thing?" she asked, not realizing how inappropriate the question sounded until it had already left her mouth.

"Not very," Ed replied, glancing over at her with a questioning look. "I got it just before moving in to this place."

"Ah," she said, and slunk deeper into the soft blankets.

"You can relax," Ed muttered, shoving an arm under his pillow and closing his eyes. "I don't know why you think I'm going to jump you."

Winry kicked Ed's leg. "I do not!"

"Do too," Ed remarked, and shoved his hand in her face, ruffling her hair with his fingers.

"Ugh, you're so annoying," she grumbled, whacking his arm away.

"Not enough to keep you from sleeping with me," he replied, smirking.

His hand fell back beside her face, and Ed ran his fingers lightly through her bangs.

"Maybe I'm just too tired to walk down two flights of steps," Winry said, her eyes closing with each light caress.

"Or maybe my awesomeness is too much to be without?" Ed replied sleepily.

"Shut up," she laughed, and nuzzled her cheek against his skin. "Goodnight, Ed."

Her hand moved up beside his, and their fingers intertwined as they both began to fall into the comfort of sleep.

"Night, Win."

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Author's Note: Someday, I may write actual smut for these dorks. Someday.