A/N: This is not the continuation of the previous theme, but I am hoping to have that done sometime soon! Enjoy!
Ed wondered if candies and flowers were too cliché of a gift to give Winry. He hadn't wanted to celebrate Valentine's Day, but she had insisted that they have dinner and exchange gifts. Ed rolled his eyes at the thought, naturally waiting until the very last minute to pick something up for her. He pursed his lips as he browsed the candies. His eyes scanned the heart-shaped suckers, but then grimaced at them and continued walking down the aisle; if he were a gambling man, he would bet they tasted like the raunchy cherry medicine he had to take when he was sick.
He turned down the next aisle to find himself surrounded by chocolates. When he picked his jaw up off the floor and wiped the drool from his chin, he submerged himself in this small nirvana. His eyes were saucers, eyes undressing the chocolate before him. He licked his lips as he gazed longingly at milk chocolate covered butter creams, fingers grazing over boxes of pecan and caramel patties. He felt slightly dizzy, imagining the luxurious taste of the cherry truffles, the dark chocolate nut clusters, the god damn raspberry parfaits. He realized he was holding his breath and exhaled sharply.
Ed loved chocolate.
That was an understatement. Chocolate was his weakness.
If he could, he would date, marry, and make sweet, sweet love to chocolate, having tiny truffle-y babies with this immaculate creation bestowed to him by God.
Did Winry even like chocolate? Hell, he didn't even care at this point. He carefully selected the largest box of assorted chocolates and rushed to the counter. With the urgency of a drug addicted finally scoring, he shoved the money into the man's hands, grabbed the box, and ran out of the store shrieking "KEEP THE CHANGE!"
He bolted down the street and ducked into an alley. He shakily tore the red cellophane wrapping from the box. He lifted the lid gingerly and could have sworn he heard angels singing. "Oh my God," he whispered, staggering back towards the wall.
He bargained he could have two whole chocolates to himself and give the rest to Winry. She wouldn't mind if two were missing. He was… checking them! To make sure they were safe. Yeah, that's what he'd tell her.
He popped the first chocolate into his mouth, chewing carefully, making sure to savor the delicious flavors enveloping his mouth. He closed his eyes and swallowed. He put the lid on the box, deciding to save his second chocolate for the walk back to the hotel.
He emerged from the alley and spotted a flower shop. He carefully crossed the street and entered, nose overpowered by the sweet aroma. He wrinkled his nose, gazing around the store. What kind of flowers did Winry like, anyway? Carnations? Lilies? Hydrangeas? He shopped around some more, absently stuffing his mouth with chocolate. He opted to get three of each, making for an interesting looking bouquet.
He made one more stop to get her a card. It was red and pink, frilly, and mushy. He scribbled his love for her inside of it, signing his name in chicken scratch.
He absently wondered where they would be going out to eat as he walked back to the hotel. He entered their room to find candles lit, music softly playing, and rose petals scattered accordingly.
I'll be seeing you…
"Winry!" He held the gifts behind his back with both hands, closing the door with his foot.
In all the old familiar places…
"Ed!" She shrieked, wine glass in hand, emerging from the bathroom. "What took you so long? Does that bastard have you working late again? You think he'd let you out early on Valentine's Day, being the womanizer that he is." She walked over to the nightstand and grabbed the other glass of red wine, wobbling over to him, beaming the entire time.
That heart of mine embraces…
She kissed him lightly on the cheek and handed him the glass. She held it to his lips, tipping it gently. He sipped. He loved wine, too, but not as much as chocolate. She set the glass back down on the nightstand.
All day and through…
"Do you want to exchange gifts now, or do you want to go out to dinner? Are you hungry? Where do you want to go? Do you just want to order room service?" She placed her hand on her hip, sipping from her glass. "Do you think two bottles of wine is enough? Well I guess it's a bottle and a half now…" She giggled. "We can always get more." She sighed happily. "So what do you want to do, Valentine?"
"Let's exchange gifts, then we can figure out where to go to eat. What's the rush, right?" He grinned at her.
She squealed, running to the other side of the bed and reached under. Ed chuckled, adoring the way her blonde hair bounced around her body. "Okay, I'll go first. No we'll both go at the same time. Close your eyes!" He did as he was told, and waited. "Okay, okay," she took a deep breath. "On the count of three."
"Wait, on three or after three?" This gesture had always confused Ed, and he had never gotten it right. He was always too early or too late.
"On three!" She giggled. "Okay. One, two… THREE!"
They thrust their gifts forward at the same time, and opened their eyes together. She was holding a large, rectangular box with red and black paper covering it.
Her face lit up when she saw the flowers. "Ed, how did you know? These are my favorites!" She leaned in to smell them, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply, taking the bouquet from his hands.
He walked over to the bed, gesturing for her to sit down.
I'll be seeing you…
She followed, setting the flowers gently on the pillow. He placed the chocolate box and card in her lap, and she placed her gift in his hands.
"Open it, please," she sipped her wine, "I've been waiting all day to see your reaction!"
He obliged, gently tearing the paper away. He opened the box to find a dozen chocolate covered strawberries. The expensive kind.
His jaw dropped. "Winry, you shouldn't have," he whispered, plucking one from the box and holding it to her lips. She smiled, opening her mouth and taking most of the strawberry in. She sucked on it gently, closing her eyes and biting into it slowly.
Was she trying to seduce him? Damn, it was working!
Ed blushed and turned his head to place the discarded part of the strawberry on a napkin next to the bed.
Ed turned around in time to see her licking her lips, eyes still closed. "Mmmm, I have good taste." She giggled.
She opened his card, read it carefully, and Ed could have sworn he saw tears in her eyes when she turned to look at him, saying nothing.
She started on the chocolate box. Ed grabbed his wine glass, taking a big gulp. He was in for it. He knew he ate at least half of that box. She lifted the lid and discarded the paper underneath. He searched her face for any sign of anger or disappointment.
"Edward," she said slowly. Oh God, this was it. He took another nervous gulp of his wine. There was a long pause. He grimaced, waiting for the inevitable death that was about to come. "You ate all the chocolates I hate. God, you're so good to me." He had forgotten how to breathe, but the ability came rushing back to him as soon as he realized he was off the hook.
He wondered vaguely if the amount of wine she consumed had anything to do with it, but decided he'd take it. Anything but a wrench to the skull. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips. He kissed her back, running his tongue against her bottom lip. She obliged, parting her lips and allowing him access. Their tongues played together briefly before she broke the kiss. "Thank you," she whispered, the words ghosting his lips, making him shudder. She pulled away and stared into his eyes. "You know, there is a part two to your gift, but you'll have to wait until after dinner." She winked then, rubbing her free hand up his thigh. She reached his groin and gave a firm squeeze.
"LET'S GO GET DINNER NOW!" he shrieked, running around the room to grab her shoes and coat. She threw her head back and laughed. "COME ON, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!"
Ed rushed her out the door, barely remembering to flick off the lights. "Come on, come on, come on," he muttered, practically dragging her down the hallway. He absolutely could not wait to get back to the hotel room.