Draped in Wires
by. Poisoned Scarlet

Theme 012: Whoa-oa

She entered the bedroom quietly, peeking her head inside and finding it silent as the boy slept in his bed. The morning was bright and shining, another sweltering summer day in Resembool as Edward slept in.

Alphonse was due to leave in a month and Edward had personally asked her to wake him up early so he could snatch his brother up from Mei's "evil, bean-sprout, hands" to spend some nice quality time with his beloved younger sibling.

Needless to say, she wasn't surprised to find him snoring away the morning like nothing.

She neared him, taking one look at his face, which was shrouded by his choppy bangs, and felt a smile light her face. She drew the curtains back, allowing the white sunlight to leak through the window. She also opened the window, the suffocating scent of male overpowering from everything being shut in for so long.

She walked toward Edward, watching him for a moment; the calm breaths, the easy rise and fall of his chest. She leaned forward, hand tentatively brushing away his hair from his eyes. She noticed the crease between his brows, the twitches of emotion that flashed his face; too fast for her to properly dissect.

"Ed," she called softly, so not to startle him. "Edward? Wake up!" She grabbed his shoulder and shook him a little, gasping when his eyes shot open. His hand grabbed her own tightly, painfully, and he twisted her arm up, making her teeter forward. "Ouch! Ed! Wake up! It's me, Winry!" she winced, his fingers digging into her wrist.

"W-Winry?" he blinked, clearing his eyes of the nightmare he had gotten stuck in. Horrified, he let her go, sitting up hastily. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" he asked, tense, having caught the mild pain on her face due to his manhandling.

"I'm fine," she mumbled, rubbing her wrist. "What were you dreaming about? You nearly killed me there!"

He lowered his eyes. "S-sorry. Just a bad dream."

She pursed her lips, pushing him back a little with her hand so she could sit on the edge. She heaved a sigh, asking: "You wanna' talk about it or do you wanna' get your lazy butt out of bed so you could spend some time with your little brother," she smiled, comfortingly.

Edward managed a smile. "Option two sounds nice."

She sighed in response. She had long-since learned from Alphonse that Edward's nightmares usually revolved around the guilt he carried due to the failed transmutation of their mother and the degradation of his brother from human to object. It was still a rather sore topic to touch and she did not want to start his day with dark feelings. "Okay, then, hurry up, sleepy head!" she smiled at him, stretching her arms over her head to relieve some strain. "Al still hasn't woken up so you have some time to get ready! You better not fall asleep again or else!"

Ed sat on the edge of his mattress, nervously looking at her. She didn't notice it, too busy gazing out at the splash of colors the horizon painted as the sun rose. She liked watching the sun rise rather than watching it set; there was a different beauty to a rising sun than there was to a setting one. "Hurry up, before he—!"

She hadn't expected it.

All of a sudden she was engulfed in his musky scent, back pressed against a warm chest with arms strapping around her stomach. Her face colored scarlet, eyes widely staring ahead as she froze up. She could feel his lips by her ear, breath sending shivers down her spine.

He hadn't been this spontaneous since the incident on the couch...

And they had been alone that time, too...

So...Alone, hmm? Despite the sudden shyness, an evil idea conjured in her head. Edward was never too forward or even showed hints of interests in her when they were in public; in front of granny or Alphonse or Mei or even Den!

But when we're alone...he seems willing, a slow smirk briefed her face. She grabbed his arm, loosening it up a bit with her fingers so she could properly turn around to face him. She wiggled her arm out from the side so she could wrap it around his neck, ignoring the gulping stammer of "wh-what're you doing?" when she fully turned and wrapped her other arm around his neck; face too close to his.

"A-about...your wrist," he muttered, shifting his eyes away from hers. "Sorry."

Their mouths were only inches apart and only because he was taller than her, to her minor chagrin. But their bodies were pressed together tightly, leaving no room for air, and she knew all she had to do was get on her tip-toes and lean up and finish what she started in that short lapse of time...

But instead, purposely avoiding his apprehensive gold eyes, she smiled and brought her hand back; pinching his cheek with a teasing grin. "You didn't grab me that hard!" laughing when his eyes lost their anticipation and he glared at her. He tried to shake his cheek from her clutches, failing as she only pinched harder.

"Winry! Let go!" he complained, pulling back and wincing when she only gripped tighter. "That hurts!"

"You're really weird when we're alone," she murmured, leaning up; cheeks a pleasant pink as she went right in for the kill. His heart spluttered, eyes rounding at their proximity. Her sweet breath tickled his lips, making him swallow reflexively in anticipation. "You should do this more often, I don't mind," she pulled on a suggestive smirk, causing his cheeks to flood red at the implications; his heart leaping in his chest as the thrill that coursed through his veins became overwhelming.

She kissed his cheek.

He blinked.

She stepped back, that secretive twinkle still in her eyes, and stated, flatly: "Al's probably awake now. You really should get dressed – once Al wakes up, Mei wakes up a couple of minutes later!" She walked back to the door, giving him one last smiling look before closing the door.

He fell back on the bed, unable to calm his racing heart. He could still feel her lips on his cheek and he rose his hand to rub away the tingling sensation. He didn't know what that had been, what prompted her to act so damn provocative, but he liked it a lot. The sentiment could be seen in the slightly mystified smile and stained cheeks.

There was only one word that came to mind, one word that he could use to describe to the sly curve of her lips and seductive droop of her eyelids.

"Whoa."

Whoa, indeed.

A/N: Hmm, I wasn't very fond of this one.

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