A Moonlight Night

Summary: A spark is more powerful than words

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the character, I just like playing matchmaker.

Written by: The Castle in the Clouds


The full moon glimmered in the sky, stars accompanying it with twinkles and flickers. Edward laid in the tall grass down by the creek they used to play in as kids. His legs were crossed and his head rested on his hands as he stared at the flowing water as it reflected the moonlight. It had been so simple back then, so fun and so care free. He had changed a lot, grown up a lot, and matured a lot. He defiantly had gotten taller which was a plus. I guess it had all been worth it in the end, even though he still had his auto mail leg. But still, it was a reminder to stay on the right path and not to take anything for granted, ever.

His head tilted back as he watched Winry approach him, her soft smile illuminated by the moon.

"Can I sit?"

Ed gave a small smile and looked back at the creek, patting the ground next to him. It was nice to be by yourself and alone in your thoughts, trying to piece life together and think on your past. But it was just as nice to have company, especially when it was Winry.

She smoothed the bottom of her skirt as she sat down in the grass, laying back as she stared up at the stars. It was such a beautiful night. They laid their for a while, letting the scenery sink in and the cool air raise a few goose bumps. It was nice for life to be calm again, for Ed and Al to be home.

"I remember when we used to play out here as kids..." Winry smiled as she turned her head to look at Edward, the tall grass tickling her ear as it rested in the cool Earth.

Ed turned his head as well, smiling as he reminisced of old times.

"Yeah, those were the days."

For a moment Ed and Winry's eyes locked as they smiled at each other, but after realizing it they both looked away in embarrassment as they blushed and lost a bit of their breath, each of them trying to act cool and collected as if it never happened.

Why was he so afraid to love her? To tell her how he felt?

Ed let his hands fall to his side as he took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air and collecting his thoughts. They each continued to look at whatever it was they were looking at, avoiding the obvious spark that was ignited.

Winry knew, she felt the spark too. But Ed never actually said he liked her, they only had these weird moments of connection. Maybe she was just over thinking it, but she was unsure how real it was. If Ed never said anything, then maybe she was just imagining everything?

Winry let her hand fall to her side as she tried to relax, but she gave a very small gasp as it landed on Ed's. She didn't know it was there or she would have been more careful. But after a few moments passed she realized Ed made no effort to move, in fact she wondered if his heart beat increased too.

A small smile formed on each of their faces as their hands folded over one another, and Winry knew then how Ed felt. Even if he didn't know how to say it. And Ed knew then that Winry understood. After that they just laid there with smiles, no more words were exchanged between the two. No more were needed. All it took was a single action, an unplanned action that opened the door that they were both afraid of. Something more powerful and convincing that words.

A spark of passion.