Winry stops suddenly, nearly falling over when she sees a shape standing by the edge of the field. She can see his golden hair from here, and while she is frozen, he begins to walk through the flowers, careful not to step on too many.
"I like what you've done with the place." Edward grins, plucking a white flower from the ground and tucking it behind her ear. The brush of his hand against her skin, no matter how faint is all she needs – she wraps her arms around his shoulders, which have grown even broader in the time since she's seen him, and kisses him fiercely, passionately, how she's wanted to since they were barely old enough to understand the concept.
He kisses back, strong arms folding around her waist and drawing her close. He feels the same but different, and that's exactly what she hoped for. Because they're getting older, and they're getting stronger and taller and wiser, but at the end of the day (or night) they're still Winry Rockbell and Edward Elric and this was always how it was meant to be.