It was slightly dusty in the kitchen, as if it had been a day or two since Winry or Pinako had used the table for eating. Edward let a finger lightly trace the thin layer and draw a basic transmutation circle that he knew would not ignite under his skin. He smirked and shrugged as he surveyed the empty kitchen with slight consternation. He had imagined walking into the house and seeing bright blue eyes sparkling with love and had anticipated arms around his neck pulling him into a long awaited, well deserved kiss.

Instead, he got an empty kitchen.

The morning light shimmered in tunnels of brightness and lit up sections of the room. Edward noticed a box of wrenches and scrap metal by the ice box and several sets of half-finished automail limbs adorning the cabinets. Business must be booming.

He sat his suitcase down and unclasped the buttons of his coat and shrugged it off. Al had been so strange at the station – suddenly pulling Pinako away and claiming they had a last minute errands to run. What on earth was he on about?

Where was Winry?

Edward found his patience wearing thin as he anxiously looked around for something to do. His mind was racing and he thought his stomach my burst with nerves. He had scripted his every moment during the long train ride and to have his plan so rudely sabotaged was disconcerting.

And then he heard it. Footsteps on the back porch. The Slam of the Door.

And she was there, in the doorway, a basketful of apples in her arms. She had been out in the yard, picking fresh ingredients for a welcome home pie.

It was clear she was unprepared and her face went immediately cherry pink. He loved cherries. Her lips formed a small "oh" in surprise as she adjusted to the sight of a very tall, very strong, and very handsome Edward Elric standing right in front of her, hands in his pockets and hair in a long braid.

"Winry" he breathed.

Right – the script. He must stick with the script in his head or he would loose all his courage.

Without another word he took the four steps that separated them and scooped her ups. His hands went to both her cheeks, with a slight jolt, and pulled her face to his in an earth shattering kiss.

No time for modesty or hesitation. As he had done on his journeys, Ed accepted his fate and met it full on with courage and determination.

Winry was swooning. She had never considered herself a swooner – but this was it. She was melting on the floor. Her entire model trembled, her stomach flipped, and her hands went to his waist and clung to the fabric of his shirt as he kissed her over, and over, and over again – each time slightly more roughly.

She backed into the countertop, not so much feeling it but hearing the slight thud that reverberated across the room. His hands migrated to her hair with a slight tug and he pressed his hips into her with a small moan that was barely perceptible. His tongue had come out to play and she combatted it with as much passion as she could muster – wanting him to know how much she had waited for this – wanting him to feel how much she loved him.

Words were not necessary. They had 9 months of letters exchanged that spoke for them. This was what they had been waiting for.

She pulled at his shit, releasing it from the capture of his pants. She reached for the buttons. He pulled away, but his hands went for the swell of her ass and squeezed it to him as if the world was about to end.

"Not here. Upstairs." He breathed.

"Okay."

Of all the exchanges she had imagined in their reunion…those words were not the ones she had hypothesized. But how fitting they were!

Their eyes were locked into an intense parlay. Blue reading Gold. Gold Memorizing Blue. He backed up towards the stairs, both her hands in his. They climbed, leaving his suitcase, coat, and her basket of apples in the kitchen. It seemed an instant and they were in her bedroom the door creaking closed and the air suddenly tight with excitement.

"Winry. I have never done this before. But I've dreamed about it with you since I left for Creta."

He Blushed. It was still hard for him to say these things out loud."

"Me too." She pulled him towards her bed and slightly pushed him down to a sitting position. She resumed unbuttoning his shirt.

He reached for the clasp on her cargo pants. He unzipped and tugged down revealing fleshy lace underwear which simulated the illusion of nudeness. He had always imagined pink, black, or red, but this was even more exciting. She was full of surprises.

She stepped out, and let out a shaky breath. Her hair was the next to be let out of its casing, and Ed gloried in the feel of his fingers passing through the strands. It felt like icy water. It smelt like his dreams.

He loved Cherries. She was so plump, red with wanting, and he knew she would be just as delicious.

She straddled his lap and pulled her tank top off to reveal a lacy black bra that had tiny pink hearts sewn into the center. Edward bit them with his teeth.

The kissing resume, so heated it nearly made Winry's jaw sore. Edward's hands grazed her ass and ran up her back, caressing with care the smooth milkiness of her skin. His shirt was off and Winry moved to rid him of his pants.

Then, she noticed it.

It was rock hard and straining at the fabric of his pants. Winry had seen Edward's penis only two times before (both of which he was completely unaware.) And now, she was given liberty to not just look but touch it. She felt wetness pool in between her legs.

She looked up at him as she pulled down the zipper of his pants. He looked drunk with lust and his eyes were brimming with longing. He was breathing hard, trembling even, but he seemed determined and ready to embark on this next step.

"I want you to know, I am ready for you." She said suddenly, not quite sure why she did.

"I'm ready for you."

He sounded hoarse and nearly in pain. Winry had done enough reading to know why. She pushed him all the way back on the bed and pulled his pants (as well with boxers) off in a fell swoop of hormonal aggression. She suddenly felt wild – out of control – and the thought that her grandmother and Al could return at any moment made the experience more thrilling than ever. She was about to have sex with Edward. She was about to have sex. She was going to have sex with Edward Elric. Those words she kept repeating to herself as she drank in the sight of his erect penis for the first time.

It was long and red with blood as it rushed to his groin. It seemed to reach out for her. Another look at his anxious eyes and a smile across her face, Winry reached out with her fingers and clasped it.

What she wasn't expecting was the sounds he made.

"Nguhh. Oh my go….oh, winry,, aaaah" He was so vocal and it seemed like he couldn 't control himself as Winry gently stroked the hardness of his length. He arched up into her touch and his hands reached out and clasped her shoulders roughly as she quickened her pace.

It was like her own personal experiment. She bent down and licked the tip and Edward nearly shot up in surprised his eyes growing wide like open windows. "Ahhh, Winry…don't, I won't last."

She chuckled, reaching over and leaning in to kiss him. He practically grabbed her and threw her down onto the bed under him. He sucked in the air and held her gaze for a moment before the deafening sound of lace ripping into pieces danced across the room like butterflies.

Winry started to protest but his mouth was in the way. He was kissing her like fire and rubbing his exposed penis against her in a desperate manner.

He trailed his kisses down to her bra and lingered on her belly button. Winry's hands unclasped the fabric releasing her breasts under his intense gaze. He clasped each of them in his hands and held them like precious petals that could suddenly be ripped away by the wind.

Winry rocked against him and he let out another shaky breath, her legs had wrapped around his waist as if by their own accord, and the heat between them was palpable.

"Let me taste you." He said suddenly, eyes boring into hers. It was so unexpected and the feeling of wetness between Winry's legs intensified. Her hands come to his face and she stroked the soft skin there, letting his hair down from its clasp while she caressed the skin of his neck.

"Okay."

Orgasms were a conundrum to Winry up until today. She had attempted to create one on her own, and thought she had been close, but until she felt Edward's tongue on her sensitive skin had she realized the true potential of totally loosing yourself in the person you love. It came in waves and every time he swept his mouth and tongue against her clit she thought she would break open like an egg on a skillet. It burned her up and opened her like a flower.

Edward had dreamed this too, tasting Winry in this way. Her legs were shaking and a swelling sense of pride invaded his chest as he realized he was causing her to orgasm. It was all he had hoped for as he had planned and calculated this moment. He felt like he may explode right there, watching her write above him, her face red with the heat of sex. He reached down and stroked his own member, unable to contain himself much longer.

"Stop doing that. Come here." She squeaked, and Edward realized Winry was watching him as he sucked on her clit. Whipping his mouth he crawled back to her, his hands falling into the smooth current of her hair and her legs wrapping protectively around his hips.

"Do it, Ed. Do it now." She said, her gaze intense and aggressive as she arched into his touch.

He suddenly felt afraid. After this, everything would change.

"I love you so much." He gasped as he felt himself rubbing against her entrance. His breathing was coming fast – he was nearly wheezing.

"I love you too. Now get to it." She said, her hands clasping his ass, pushing him into her as much as she could.

"Ya…ye..yes ma'am." He managed. And in one Thrust that was felt around the world, he was gone.

For 27 minutes he thrust himself in Winry – he could not quite remember all the sounds he made, words he whispered, and memories he created with his hands. Every dream he had had paled in comparison to the real thing, plunging into her in ragged movements, hearing her tell him she loved him, feeling her clench onto him as if her life depended on it.

He came beneath her. She had flipped them suddenly and rode him with exuberance. He would never have imagined it. The sight of her with her head tilted back, mouth slight agape, and hands seeking out his breast was just too much for his body to handle.

He shouted several times – if Pinako and Al were anywhere near the house – even outside on the door step, they would have heard his scream. He clasped onto her hips with his hands and held her in place while his eyes shut closed with the ball of light of his orgasm.

It was indescribable.

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They never went down to dinner. They slept soundly, interlocked in each others arms, all the way through it. Little did they know it would be an action they would never live down their whole lives.