A/N: This is the second part of Chapter 12, Blame the Rose Petals, Part 1...
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, or Ed, or Winry...
Blame the Rose Petals, Part 2
'I raised my other hand and touched his golden hair, the same color of his eyes hidden beneath his soft skin. It was so soft, almost softer then my own. And out of all the 18 years I knew him, I had never touched his hair. I squeezed it beneath my fingers as I suddenly had the urge to smell it. I wanted to smell his hair... I slowly lowered my neck down smothering my nose into it. It smelled good. I couldn't help myself; I grabbed it tighter, as I dug my entire face into his hair. When I felt him mumble something, I shot back and froze as I waited for his next move.'
"Ugh... Winry that's enough... Hold up... Win..." I managed to hear him say between breathes. What was he saying? He reached his metal hand up to his face, scratched his forehead, and then turned from his back to his side... Facing me. Did he know I was there, or was he dreaming... About me? Either that or it was some other Winry. My face growing hotter by the minute, as I began to feel anxious. I wanted him... I wanted to tell him, and I couldn't hold back. I touched his arm, and slid my arm down it off onto his waist. It was so muscular, and built up. Even if he was still short, his body made up for it. And I never noticed it. He was only an inch taller then me now, if even that. But at least he wasn't shorter then me like he used to be when we were both 15. In the last three years he had grown a good amount of inches. He was 5'6 now. Still pretty short for a 18 year old man, but it was okay. My hand stayed on his waist, and I smiled. But I wanted more, this wasn't enough. "Ed, Edward." I spoke to him, now talking in a strong sturdy voice. He didn't move. I leaned my down close to his head, as my lips slightly nuzzled his ear lobe. "Ed." I said again.
My lips kissed his warm ear, then another, and another. Four more after that. My kisses suddenly moved from his ear to his neck, up to his chin, and slowly found it's way to his parched lips. I kissed him again, just a peck. But still, I needed more. Just more to get rid of this feeling I had. I stopped my kisses, resting my mouth on top of his, my tongue dancing around behind my lips, pleading to leave and experience what was on the other side of them. I opened my mouth slightly, as it stretched out, and into his. It was so warm inside, as it found his tongue and danced with it. With out warning, his started to dance back with mine, in slow motions. I closed my eyes, not sure if what I was doing was ok... Then his tongue stopped. And mine did too. I opened my blue eyes to his golden ones looking right back into mine, shocked. He grabbed my shoulders, and suddenly pulled away, looking at me as if something terrible had happened. Did something terrible happen? I wasn't sure how it to put it together myself. It all just happened that way.
"Winry... What are you doing?" He asked, still shock mixed together with sleep in his face. I sat back up and looked away wiping my mouth, ashamed. This wasn't supposed to be like this, and I hated his reaction. I hated that way he had just said my name, and asked what I was doing. It was over, I had ruined our friendship.
"I'm sorry Ed." Was all I could manage with out breaking down into tears. Then he did something. He reached his flesh arm up grabbing my back, and pulled it down onto the bed next to him, so we were looking at each other face to face. He pulled me into his chest, and rested his chin on top of my head, digging his nose into my hair I had recently taken out of a high pony tail. What was he doing? He, was... He was hugging me. He squeezed me tight, as I froze, not moving. He didn't move either; His tight hold around my waist let in, as his tense body relaxed. I could feel every breath he took, as his chest moved in and out. With in no more then three minutes his soft breathing became steady. He flinched slightly, and I knew he was asleep. I felt so safe, with his arm around me, with his restless body up against mine. I pulled my arm out, from between his body and mine, and touched his chest. My hand slid up around his muscular waist, and up his smooth back. I felt his rough scared skin, that lead to his auto mail between my fingers. Was I supposed to fall asleep like this, with Ed? Was this ok? There seemed to be so escape from it now, and I trusted whatever Ed was doing and how he felt. I felt my body grow hotter by the minute, his radiating to mine. The room was dead silent, except for his heavy breathing, and my heart pounding out of my chest. I could hear everything that went around the bed. The floor creaked about every few minutes because of how old it was, Ed would flinch, causing the bed to shake once in a while, and if I listened hard enough, I could hear another dead rose petal fall off my window pain, onto my cold bed in the other room.
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