Disclaimers: Don't own FMA.

A/N: Edward's POV. (Any typos, please excuse. I seem to be getting more and more sloppy and careless as I go along. Dx As I said last chapter, the thought continues here. Sorry for any confusion. ee)

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Passion

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…how crazy she seemed, too. I immediately felt guilty for not paying enough attention to her, her skin sweet and warm in my lips and so hot against my balls; my hands clawed at her thighs, spreading them more, my hips jerking down and shoving upwards, my cock sliding in deeper. She was getting so tight, and she was so wet and warm and secure…a pang of some emotion I was too distracted to identify shot through my body and I groaned into her neck, my body rolling smoother, faster, deeper.

Winry moaned shrilly and I felt my dick stiffen to the point of pulsating. My throat clenched in a way that was like a warning before the crying as images and sensations pricked me again from the night when I had tricked my brother into some ridiculous thing, and I wondered frantically how it had escaped the box in the back of my mind.

My thoughts were snapped off as she grabbed one of my wrists, groaning out her words and looking over to me desperately. "Ed…Edward, Edward, please…" she whispered, her voice strained and breathy. "Touch me, too, please…you'll know where."

I swallowed. I wanted to just come already, to just feel that good, to make her feel that good too, so I did. I didn't know how it would make her feel better, but I obeyed her chaste commands anyway. I put my hand into her wet crotch, feeling myself get even harder and wondering how the fuck that was possible. My thoughts weren't even coherent anymore, just jumbled thoughts and emotions and lusty moans. I found a tiny bump that, when I brushed it with my fingertip, Winry cried out almost happily. She hooked her arms around my neck and pulled me down on top of her, my face nearly suffocated in her neck; her head was thrown back and she was breathing so harshly that it scared me. I could feel currents of ecstasy pulsing up from my cock and all throughout my body and limbs and everything. My stomach flopped. My heart thudded. My head spun. My breath hitched. My frame trembled. She bucked her hips up hard and I almost screeched.

"Do it again, do it again," she gasped against my cheek. Her chest rose up and down sharply against mine. "Keep doing that, oh, please, Edward…"

My mouth fell open and I didn't know what to say to her request anymore. I just panted. I kept touching her there, and every time I did, her body jerked upwards roughly and she squealed. Her arms tightened and so did her pussy and with each throbbing squeeze I got dizzier and dizzier and my thoughts and my sense of reality got foggier and foggier, and all I could think was god, I love her so much, god, this feels so good, god, I hope she really does like this, god, why didn't we do this sooner.

Okay.

Let me say something really quick.

TWO ORGASMS ARE LIKE A CHAIN REACTION.

It was like, subconsciously, I knew it was her orgasm that came first. Her pussy tightened repeatedly, squeezer tighter than she had throughout the whole thing, almost hurting my cock, sending shivers up and down my spine; her body bucked upwards completely on mine and I groaned as I felt my own: she was huffing and moaning into my shoulder, trying to keep them down, I could tell, her head rolling from side to side loosely, when I felt the climax come like it did before and I felt all the muscles quivering like taut strings and I felt myself send out that weird gooey stuff that the book Winry'd got had determined as the come, the semen, the sperm – I drew in a squeaking breath and pressed my face into her neck, gasping and shuddering on top of her as she did the same thing.

It lasted for-fucking-ever.

But when it ended it felt like it had only been three seconds.

I was lying limp on her, shaking, throbbing, sweaty, and out of breath, dizzy and completely weak, my head beside hers and my face against the side of hers, my eyes halfway open, my limbs dead and sprawled slightly, panting heavily. She was lying on her back, her arms loosening slowly and then simply draping over my shoulders, her own chest rising and lowering with desperate attempts for breath, her eyes shut tight and her brows furrowed and her skin damp with her own sweat. She dipped her hips backwards and I felt myself sliding out of her, felt the air hit me with a shocking gust of chilliness. I grunted and buried my face down deep into her neck, deeper and deeper.

Her fingers were squirming around on the back of my neck, making me shudder again, pawing at my skin like a sleepy cat. After a long stretch of minutes, a comforting and warm silence, I lifted my head and looked at her, the world spinning for a few seconds.

She pried her eyes open, just a little, looking out at me silently through her dark lashes.

"I…um…" I fidgeted, tucking my cock back into my boxers. Then I did the nice thing to do and tried to pull her panties back up. She helped me.

"What?" she whispered, hugging me back against her and smiling faintly. She looked so radiant and angelic and so…happy. Winry smiled a little more as I just stared at her, obviously amused at my calmness, and then she shook her head and closed her eyes and hid in my neck. I rolled onto my side and hugged her close to me, looking up at the ceiling with a sudden sentiment clamping onto me fervently.

I moved my eyes back down to her face, nestled up close to me, calm and placid and tangibly warm. My brows furrowed as that weird sensation bubbled up into my chest, making me feel almost dismal. I opened my mouth to tell her what I was feeling, but then I stumbled on my words and simply mumbled, rushed, "I love you so much."

She looked up at me slowly, looking almost groggy, and then smiled more, whispering, "I love you, too, Ed. So much."

I didn't know what else to say. It felt so weird and so final and so scary, how much love was exploding inside me at the moment. Me, the tough guy who didn't care about anyone, was lying here after fucking this girl and was now feeling as tiny as an ant

(NO PUN INTENDED!!!)

because he couldn't tell the love of his life just how much he loved her.

It was a feeling that I could pin-point, but that my pride couldn't bring me to say. I love you, Winry. You're the reason that I'm alive. Why couldn't I just tell her?

I didn't know how to say it without sounding weird. So I didn't.

I pressed my lips to her forehead and stared at the wall, troubled. Her hands moved up and down my back soothingly, as if she could read my mind. And, if I had been in a more rational state of mind (such as, not post-orgasm vertigo and incoherence), I would have thought, That's stupid Ed. She's a girl, yeah, an angel, but she's not telepathic. But I was in that post-orgy state and that was what I was thinking.

I frowned deeply, my vision doubling and then trebling. The world became wavering prisms and I blinked rapidly, ridding my gaze of the moistness.

Why the flying fuck had I just had the urge to cry?

I hugged Winry tighter against me and sighed, trying to steady myself, trying to calm myself down. She tensed up and looked at me, frowning deeply. "What?" she mumbled. "What's the matter?"

"I love you," I said before I could think about an answer. "I love you. I love you."

Winry stared up at me blankly for a moment. Winry sniffled. Winry buried her face into my chest. Winry burst into tears.

"I love you, too," she wailed, her voice muffled by the cloth of my shirt. "I love you so much it's not funny. I'm so glad I'm so happy I don't know what to do please don't ever leave me I don't know what I'd do without you promise me Ed please promise me you won't ever leave me I love you Edward!"

I grunted, startled, afraid. Guilty. I hugged her even closer to me and frowned, flustered, trying to calm her down by rubbing her back fast. "Hey!" I said, my voice cracking in that pubescent way that pissed me the hell off. "Hey, please stop, why the hell would you say that? I promise you, I won't ever leave you, you seriously think I'd do this to just anybody?"

I don't know how that got through to her. I don't know what that would mean to someone…but I guess, as I thought it over and she looked up at me with a tear-stained face and shining eyes, I did realize the significance of my words.

Despite my obstinacy, my impudence, my temper and my fury; despite my "tough guy" attitude and all my impulsive actions and words, I was sweet. I was a sweet, funny guy. Kid. Guy. Whatever.

And she knew that.

She could see right through me.

I bit my lip and looked away, brows furrowing angrily.

But I wasn't angry.

There was one person in this world who really actually knew me, not Edward Elric the Screamer and Puncher and Not-Carer; she knew Ed. More than my brother did. More than I did.

And I was happy about it.

What I had said, you seriously think I'd do this to just anybody? had basically told her that I didn't think of anyone this way. Nobody was so high in my heart, in my thoughts; I guess it showed her my compassionate side or something, and told her better than I ever audibly could how much I loved her.

My heart did what I think were somersaults. I swallowed. I nodded.

"I…I'm not leaving you, Winry. I'm not. I promise. You're…" I paused. It got stuck in my throat, my mouth now papery and dry. I forced myself to say it, and for once I didn't regret doing so. "You're the reason I want to wake up every morning. I know that Alphonse and I hold our studies…in a really high priority and of a lot of value, but…if I could just spend the rest of my life with you, I would be just as okay as if Mom were back. And I mean that. You're the purpose of my existence and I know that for sure now. As long…as you don't ever leave me…I think I'll be okay."

There was a long silence where I couldn't see her face. Then it was broken by her hitching a breath, and she started to shake horribly, started to cry all over again, started to sob so agonizingly that it made me feel like my insides were being torn in two.

I felt kind of guilty and said a quick apology in my mind, hoping it got to my mother, hoping she'd understand wherever she was, and then I hugged Winry as tight as I possibly could. I held her. I wished I could somehow hold her better.

Her fingers clawed at my chest and she cried against my chest, "Please don't do that, please don't give up on what you want because of me."
"I want to," I said levelly, the sound and feel of her bawling making me tingle numbly. "I want to," I repeated dully.

"I'm not that special."

"That's bullshit."

"I love you!"

"I love you, too, Winry, so please stop crying. It's been…I dunno, an hour or so since we came up here and we should probably be getting back downstairs now."

It took five minutes before she was really calmed down. I helped her wipe the tears off her face and she sniffed, looking at me shamefacedly.

"Edward…" she whispered, sliding her palm across my cheek. "I can't even explain to you how important you are to me, too. I hope you know that you are. You're…the only person I've ever loved."

I offered her a gentle quirk of a smile and glanced away again. She turned my head back so that I was looking directly into her eyes. My smile faded.

"I love you," she said slowly. Her eyes were drilling into mine passionately. I felt dizzy again. I pulled myself closer to her, brows furrowing. I suddenly felt incredibly little under her powerful gaze. I wanted to look away but I couldn't even move my optics to avoid hers. I really didn't care. She has such beautiful eyes either way.

"I love you, too," I mumbled. She shushed me before I finished "too".

She smiled and shook her head as she spoke, slowly. "I want you and Al to calm down with your research. It's scaring me. I don't want you guys to get sick. I'm…I'm so worried."

"You always worry."

Winry cut me off again, pressing her palm to my mouth before I finished "worry".

"Listen to me for a minute, dumbass," she whispered, her eyes shifting to a soft, loving blaze. "Just please…calm down. Be careful. I don't want to lose you."

Her words struck me somewhere. They ripped through the fog of incoherence that was still winding around me veraciously, and they pinpointed the part of me that remembered important things.

And they stuck.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you, too," she whispered back.

We held each other for maybe five more minutes, silently, and then we got up, straightened ourselves up, and walked downstairs holding hands.