Cold Hand, Warm Heart
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA nor it's characters; I just like to play around in it's world for awhile.
Beta: Serenanna
Author's note: Yet another drabble inspired by an Eward x Winry drawing, this one at http/hotaruway (aw heck, email me for the URL if you want to see it) . I will add new drabble whenever I find inspiring Edward x Winry drawings or screenshots. Drop me an email line if you find one I should know about.
Fall mornings in Risembool were chilly, so Winry snuggled her nude body closer to Edward, who was still deep asleep. There was a slight smile on his handsome face, and he made an inaudible noise in his throat when she nuzzled him right there where his neck joined to his shoulders. It had been five years since she'd last seen him on that terrible day in Central. Winry had been sure he would never come back - but he had. Older, wiser - and taller.
Winry smiled and blushed when she remembered last night, a perfect end to a perfect day. It was the first full day the Elric brothers had spent at home since they succeeded in returning from the "machine world" on the other side of the Gate. After the trio picked wildflowers in the cool of the evening from around the ruins of the Elric house, they had walked to the cemetary and placed bouquets on the graves of their loved ones - Trisha Elric; Daniel and Sara Rockbell.
She and Edward had strolled back side by side along the path, and they were left far behind by the excited Alphonse who was trying to race Den back home. Once the boy and dog were out of sight, Edward paused, and Winry, confused by his actions stopped as well. They stood and watched the sunset for a minute before Edward twined his right arm around Winry's shoulders, and wound the fingers of his metal hand through her hair.
He pulled her close - closer - then bent his head down to kiss her. Crazy thoughts raced through Winry's head when their lips met:
I can't call him 'shrimp' anymore.
His hand is cold.
But his lips - his lips are so warm.
I love him.