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No one paid heed to Edward and Winry as the two made their way to her apartment. They all were either too drunk to notice, or too tired to care. Instead, they made their muffled goodbyes and walked their separate ways.
Paninya didn't pull her friend aside and ask her, "Are you sure you want do to this?", like she had before with others. She didn't glare menacingly as Edward's hands wandered when he thought no one was watching. Instead, she yawned loudly, and with a soft shrug, climbed to the top floor towards her apartment.
Rose did not offer a word of goodnight to them as she walked past the bundled pair, with arms wrapped around one another tightly, doing their best to keep their laughter at a minimum as they fumbled down to the basement floor. She didn't watch as Edward's head moved to cover Winry's neck, while she tried with shaking hands to open her apartment door. Instead, she unlocked her own door quickly, and entered her home without a thought of what could become of them. She did not fret over the possible mistakes her friends could be making, or the outcome of what may happen between them that night.
Winry didn't let the dark of her apartment stop her from latching on to Edward the moment the front door had closed. She didn't think about how they'd get to her bedroom, or if they'd even make it that far. Instead, she wrapped herself around the man that had been driving her crazy ever since he slammed on her door that early fall morning, and let her body decide just what would happened next.
Edward didn't care that Winry had taken complete control of him; to be honest, he found her dominance sexy as hell. He didn't care that her breathy gasps were growing louder with each movement of their hips, or that her hands moving slowly towards his zipper made him ache with lust. Instead, he let the taste of soda and liquor on her tongue remind him that, even if she wanted this, and he wanted this, in that moment, it wasn't how he wanted it, at least, not with her.
Edward and Winry didn't think about their sexual frustration as they both laid down in her bed together, clothed and calmed, and, surprisingly, quite ready for sleep. They didn't feel embarrassed or angry at the loss of their potential first encounter, despite the flushed cheeks and hushed 'sorry's that followed its dismissal. Instead, they held one another closely as they drifted to sleep, offering each other a different part of themselves that they never expected to give so fast, or so willingly.
They didn't take claim of each other's bodies that night. Instead, they had begun to realize that they were falling for one other.
And they were falling fast.
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