Previously: "...Because I wanted us to be together again, but the real reason I came is because I really like you Ed, you mean so much more then just a friend to me. I thought you knew that! And I have been thinking about it for a while now, and that is if I really am in love with you or not. I haven't been able to get the thought off my mind for the last few weeks. And it's true, I really do love you, you bastard!" Before I even knew what was happening, my hand appeared next to his cheek, and bam! I smacked him hard. Really hard.

Disclaimer: Arakawa owns it all. I'm just borrowing her amazing characters.

Never

His eyes, wide open, shock running through out his face. A small red mark began to form on his left side, it grew fast, still as silence crept over the room, only Al's soft breathing was audible now as he continued to sleep soundly only a few feet away. I looked away from those golden eyes, I didn't want anything to do with him now, though hadn't regretted that I had finally told him my feelings. But was I really in love with Ed? There was no way he would be too. I had no hope of that anymore, he just thought of me as his good friend, he just thought Iwanted to stay with him along with Al, just like the old times in Risembool when the three of us were six. I had already accepted that if we couldn't be together, then we could just be something a little less. More then friends, but less then lovers. The three of us, against the world together.

And suddenly, I couldn't hold it back anymore. I sobbed, as I brought my hands up to my face, covering my tear stained cheeks. I heard him sit up, then touch the spot I smacked him with his flesh hand.

"I'm sorry... Winry..." He whispered choking on each word. That was the best he could do? Apologize?! I guess I was giving him a hard time though, what else was there to say anyway? We sat alone together quietly; Not speaking a word, afraid of each others consequences. I wasn't sure what was supossed to happen next, neither did he. Ed just starred at his hands folded gently on his lap. My eyes drew like a magnet to his metal hand.

"Ed, does your arm still bother you? Like it had been a few weeks ago?" I had suddenly gotten the strength to talk, sucking in my tears. It wasn't the most important question at the time, not to mention very random, but it was what came to mind. And a way to get off the fucking subject of love. Before answering me, he lifted his right hand, then bended each finger.

"It's fine, Win." I could tell in his voice he didn't want to change the subject right now; Maybe I really had gotten through to him. But he never looked up, and I could tell by what I had just said was really affecting him. He seemed to really be thinking about what I told him. Did he really not know I liked him, was this so much of a surprise he couldn't speak?

"Edward?" Was he that ashamed of what I had just said he couldn't even look at me? It was as if our friend ship had ended right there, if only I hadn't let the word loveslip and then smack him across the face, everything would be fine right now. I sniffed as I stood up wiping another tear from my eyes. With out warning I felt his cold, right, hand grasp my wrist just before I was about to walk away and crawl back in my bed. He pulled me down as I fell to my knees, eye to eye. Emptiness. That's what I saw in his; Loneliness. Guilt, death, anger, sorrow, sadness. But then again, I could see a whole other side of him buried in his heart. A person's eyes are their own window's to their soul. That applies to everyone's eyes. And if I looked deep enough, laughter, happiness, life, sexual desire, love. That was what waited on the other side of his soul.

And so, I felt him slowly pull me closer, still a tight grip around my wrist. Closer, and closer until I could feel his breath on my own. So close until I felt his soft, pink lips touch mine. Closer. It started out as a simple peck, nothing more, and we both pulled away from each other quickly. But I understood; We both liked it. We have felt this feeling before, it wasn't the first time we had kissed. However something about this moment was much different.

Suddenly, our lips met again, this time longer. I pressed harder as I felt his metal hand release my wrist, slowly sliding up my arm, down to my waist. The left one joined the right as he once again pulled me closer, into his warm body. My lips parted, as he licked my own. His tongue entered my body, like it always had. But this time, we wouldn't stop. No, we couldn'tstop. I grabbed his hair, intertwining my thin fingers through out his golden locks. His hand ran up my back pressing my breasts into his hard chest, as our tongues began to dance for the third time that month. They danced in circles, as I formed a heart. My eyes closed as I touched his cheek, where I had slapped him. I tried to breathe a 'sorry' into our kiss, however it quickly became an incoherent slur. Yet, he seemed to know what I wanted to say by nodding his head and rubbing my back. I had never imagined this was what a real kiss felt like; So romantic and enjoyable. The word stopnever came to mind; In fact, I wasn't sure how we would ever end the kiss. I felt my breathing pick up as he grabbed my butt and I touched the deep scars indented on his soft skin. I took in his smell, as I tried to catch my breath with out pulling away.

But there was no pulling away, everything was perfect. There was no need for that. The last thing I remember was falling onto his sheets he had layed out on the floor to sleep, my hair tangled between his fingers, and a few words put together Ed had spoken into our kiss that I could never forget.

He whispered, "I think I love you, too."

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