Title: Snug
Author: vanillavinegar
Rating: K+
Summary: Winry's cold. Ed needs a distraction.
Warnings: Implied SPOILERS for the end of the manga/Brotherhood. Unrepentant, unmitigated fluff.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist and all associated characters, settings, etc., belong to Hiromu Arakawa-san. The only profit I make from this work of fiction is my own satisfaction and, possibly, the enjoyment of others.
Author's Notes: This fic was written for prompt 100, 'canon pairings', at fma_fic_contest. Thanks to everyone for reading, and special thanks to totaltheTERRIER and Ricorum Scaevola for reviewing.

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Winry woke to rain falling on the roof and a cold bed. "Ed?" she murmured groggily, reaching out to her husband's pillow. Nothing met her searching hand and she sat up, blinking in the semi-darkness of their room. "Ed?" Faint footsteps suddenly sounded from the stairs. She waited, rubbing at the goosebumps that sprouted across her exposed arms. "Where'd you go?" she asked when Ed's silhouette appeared at the door.

"To get a blanket," he replied, holding it up for her approval. "Did you miss me that much?" he asked, and Winry could nearly hear his smirk.

"I was cold," she said, tossing her head.

"Right." He sat down on the edge of their bed, placing the blanket next to him.

Winry smacked him – lightly – on the arm. "Arrogant," she muttered, and Ed turned to grin at her. She rested her chin on his bare shoulder as he bent to massage his left thigh. "Is something wrong with your leg?"

He shrugged, jostling her head. "Rain makes my port ache sometimes," he said softly, not meeting her eyes

Winry sat back, biting her lip. She had forgotten about the rain, but now – as if in response to Ed's comment – the sound of the storm outside seemed to increase. Ed shifted his shoulders uneasily. Making up her mind, Winry grabbed at his blanket and spread it over the bed. "Come here," she ordered, lying back against their pillows and holding the covers up for him.

Ed hesitated for a moment, then slowly slipped in next to her. Winry settled the blankets around them before turning and lifting his arm up so she could cuddle into his side, tucking his arm back around her neatly. "W-winry?" he stammered.

She could feel his skin heat up as he flushed. Married for almost four months, and sometimes he still acts like he's fifteen, she thought, smiling. "I'm cold, remember?" Judging from the skin under her cheek, Ed's blush only worsened. She didn't bother stifling a giggle. "Keep blushing, it makes you warmer."

The arm holding her briefly tightened its embrace. "Freak." But he dropped a kiss to the top of her head all the same, and sooner than she had expected his breathing became deep and even.

"Love you, too," Winry whispered to his slumbering form. She rested her head on his chest, shifting to a more comfortable position, before closing her own eyes, returning to her dreams.

THE END