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Chapter contributed by : EdensEpitaph

Author�s Note: This is vaguely based on both manga and
anime but ignores some aspects to better fit the idea. This is NOT a
continuation in any mean, merely a gentle exploration of possibility and mindless
musing. I had this idea running through my head for a while. The story evolves
slowly, so it�s a long one-shot and if some details sounds a bit too obscure,
don�t feel shy to tell me and I�ll correct it. This story was not beat-proofed
and I edited it myself, so any suggestion will be very helpful. Thank you. ^-^

Warnings: This story is not suitable for underage and/or immature readers. I
cannot be held responsible for any children that might/might not get their hands
on this reading material. You have been dully warned.

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gaining payment for this fiction. I borrowed the characters however,
the plot remains entirely mine, as well as the story. Distribution without my
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Constance
and Evolution

By
Eden�s Epitaph

�It�s like the course of a river.
Sometimes it�s slow and gentle, well paced. Sometimes, it�s a strong torrent,
untamed, wild and unpredictable. Still, the river is always there, eternal it
seems, an everlasting part of the landscape, forever there to stay.�

E.E

Don�t Forget October 3 1910�

�Ed.�

The shoulders of the young blond-haired
boy tensed immediately. When she said his name like that, it always meant either
trouble or pain. The boy leaned on his right hand, amber eyes still glued to
page number 485 of one of his father�s difficult and much too well encoded
studies. Edward Elric had been trying to decipher the meanings behind all those
equations and intricate transmuting circles scribbled in tiny, careless
scratches on the margins for nearly a week now to no avail. If only he could
solve the riddle, he and Al would be one step closer to fulfil their secret
goal.

�Ed!� Insisted the
girl, her voice sounding more irritated with each passing seconds.

Since the end of today�s class, Edward
and his brother, Alphonse, had shut themselves up in their missing father�s
study room. Silently, Winry Rockbell had followed the siblings after having
retrieved Den from the boredom of the automail shop. Pinako was unusually busy
since one of their neighbours had -- carelessly -- chopped his left forearm off
with a combine harvester. Not that watching the small, old woman was actually
boring, but she would not allow her grand-daughter anywhere near her tools,
stating that she was too young and did the have the required experience. Thus,
girl and dog had sought amusement for the past three days with little success.

Naively, Winry had though following the
Elric brothers home that day would have been more entertaining than watching
Granny Pinako fuss over the beautifully shining scraps of metal and colorful
wires. Apparently, she was wrong, and dully so.

�Ed!�

�I�m busy.� Whined the
boy with an exasperated sigh. �This stuff is really difficult so be
quiet.�

�I�m bored.�

Al looked up from his book and stole a
glance toward his older brother who stubbornly kept ignoring their friend. Ed
seemed on the verge of explosion. However, be it from frustration, anger or the
stress of studies, the youngest of the Elrics could not tell.

�Let�s go play outside.� Suggested
Winry, her blue eyes large and pleading.

�No.� Was Ed�s gruff reply, not even
sparing the girl one tiny glance.

�Please...� Begged the
girl, seemingly unfazed. �Soon it�ll be too dark to go out.�

�No! I�m busy.� The older bother�s
eyebrow was twitching in slight irritation.

Sitting on the floor, Al closed his book
and turned his full attention toward his brother.

�Maybe it�s a good idea to take a break.�
He offered carefully.

Ed groaned. �Breaks are for babies.� He
muttered in frustration, refusing to move his eyes away from the book.

Al frowned but bit his lip and kept
silent. His brother was not one to temper with, especially when he was trying to
decode their father�s work. It always seemed to make him far more edgy than
usual. However, Winry�s reaction was, as should be expected, much fierier. She
stood up, picked a hardcover book that so happened to lie next to her dog and,
without any warning, slammed it hard on Edward�s blond head.

�Ow! What�s it
for!� He yelled turning angry eyes toward the girl.

She scorned at him and repeated the
manoeuvre. �Meany!� she yelled.

�Graceless bully!� He retorted and swiftly disarmed his friend and tossed the book
behind his shoulder -- it nearly hit his brother. �If you wanna
go outside so bad, why don�t you do it and finally give me some peace!� He
softened the lump on top of his head with his left hand. �You�re so damn
noisy��

Winry took a step back, her blue eyes
wide with a tinge of fear and anger, salty water about to collect by their
edges.

�Stupid SHRIMP!� She yelled at the top of her lungs, so very close to his ear, Ed�s
eardrums would probably still be ringing tomorrow morning.

�Who are you calling a microbe-sized-shrimp!?�
He shouted, rising from his chair.

She glared at him and, without even
thinking, raised her palm and sent it crashing on the boy�s cheek. The sound of
the slap resounded painfully hard all around the study. Al watched the display
helplessly, eyes wide as tea cups. Edward�s cheek was crimson red and his amber
eyes would have killed Winry had it been possible. The younger boy even feared
his brother may hit the girl back, but instead, Ed sat back on his chair and
ignored her.

�Whatever�� he
muttered, sulking.

Her glare never left him and tears
started to spill down her face, trailing messily to her chin. �I hate you.�

Edward blinked and slowly turned his
head in the girl�s direction. A pang of guilt gripped his guts and his eyes
swiftly escaped hers.

�I�ll go play outside with you.� Offered
Alphonse, standing up immediately, the tension in the room was almost palpable
and Al could no longer bear it. �I think I need the break anyway.�

Ed ignored him, cheek still stinging and
ego bruised. Winry glared one last time at the boy before she turned to Al and
gave him a small smile and a nod. The two children, followed by the dog, were
near the door when they heard a chair slide back noisily and the third child
joined them.

�Alright� I�ll go with you guys.�

Winry wrinkled her noise snobbishly only
for a second but she was interrupted by Den who, apparently, had figured out
that finally the three humans would soon be heading out of this room. He was
not about to hide his joy and jumped on an un-expecting young -- little --
Edward who promptly dropped to the floor, canine on top, drooling and licking.
All except the toppled child laughed, and even so, Ed managed to grin, even if
just a little.

Winry did not seem to be sad anymore, it
was a good thing, even if dog spew was a thousand times more disgusting than
milk.

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Edward Elric was standing in front of the
Rockbell automail shop sign, his armored brother silent by his side. They had
travel most of the day and Ed�s back side felt sore and numb all at the same
time. It was uncomfortable, but not quite as much as the lump he would soon get
from his mechanic.

�You seem nervous, Brother.� Said the giant
armor and soul of the youngest brother, his voice echoing in his empty metallic
shell.

Ed sighed. �It�s not like I broke it�� He
muttered as he flexed his artificial hand.

Although it was not visible, Al smiled down
at him. �Don�t worry, I�m sure she won�t be angry.�

The elder boy snarled. �You wanna bet?�

Alphonse merely shrugged. �Come one,
Brother, we can�t stand here all afternoon.�

The young state alchemist scratched the
back of his blond head. �I s�pose not��

�EDWARD ELRIC!!!�

Said boy cringed, all muscles instantly
becoming tight and tensed. There was a whistle of sliced air and the hardness
of a shining wrench collided with the middle of his forehead. All stood still,
even the abusive tool appeared to have frozen in time, still glued to the young
alchemist�s brow. Then, slowly, like an old rotten tree in the forest, Edward
and the wrench found their way to the ground.

�What did you do to my masterpiece this
time!?� Yelled Winry from the house�s porch.

With both hands on his forehead, Ed
convulsed and contortioned, trying desperately to push all the pain away from
his abused skull.

�Damn� mechanical� geek�� He seethed
angrily through clenched teeth.

Al only stood beside the prone form of his
older brother, both hands raised in a plea for peace -- aka
gesture of surrender.

�It�s nothing bad, really!� He said in Ed�s
defence.

Winry frowned and sniffed. �I told you, I
don�t know how many times, to call me before you show up!�

Edward picked himself up, still rubbing the
sore lump that was already large and red between his eyes. He glared at his
childhood friend.

�It�s not like I busted it!�

The girl blinked and a small grin crossed
her face as she watched the young state alchemist oddly balanced on a slightly
too small left leg and regular length right one.

�Why don�t you guys get inside so I can
check up your arm and leg?� She said, gently. �I bet you�re hungry Ed.�

Ed sighed, shoved both hands into his
pockets and followed his brother inside the familiar yellow house.

�Where�s Aunty Pinako?� Wondered
Alphonse.

�Out for routine
maintenance at the neighbours. Unlike some alchemy
geek I�m not going to name, he takes good care of his auto-mail.�

The blond alchemist groaned. �He�s right
next door! I have to cross the whole country�� Winry sent him a death glare and
he looked away. �A-anyway, how long do you think it�ll take? There�s still
stuff we have to do, right Al?� He said offhandedly.

�Huh?... Y-yeah��
Said boy sounded disappointed.

The girl sighed. �Eat first then I�ll take
a look at it.�

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A soft rap at the door rushed Edward
back to reality. He had been staring at his left hand, comparing it to the
newly installed artificial limb, in a state that could only be described as one
of deep self-reproach. Hastily, the blond haired boy wiped the excess of tears
that had, unconsciously, slipped away from his eyes.

�Can I come in?� Asked
a slightly shy Winry after she pushed the door ajar.

He did not look at her but nodded. She
gave him a small smile he did not see and trotted slowly toward the wooden
chair by the boy�s bedside. She fidgeted, relatively nervous for many unspoken
reasons.

�How do you feel?� She asked after a
long moment of vaguely uncomfortable silence.

He shrugged, stubbornly keeping his
mouth tightly shut, unwilling to look at her. The girl sighed softly. They
remained silent and all Winry could do was steal side glances from the brooding
boy once in a while. It was not necessary to talk, but it did not change the
fact that it felt strange.

�Do you know today�s date?� He whispered
after a while.

The girl blinked and turned her full
attention at him. �It�s�� Then she bit her lip. �You�re leaving soon, aren�t
you?�

�What�s the date?� He insisted,
blatantly ignoring Winry�s question.

She sighed. �October�� She gripped her
fingers and feet meet at the tips as she fidgeted on her wooden chair.

�The date Winry,
please.� He was looking at her now, his
amber eyes confident and determined, as usual, the kind of eyes that seemed to
see most everything, as long as it was scientifically explainable.

��The first.�

Edward nodded then turned his head to
stare out the window.

�You�re leaving soon?� She asked but Ed
continued to ignore her questions. �You�re leaving soon.�

It was obvious, the blond-haired boy
never told her anything unless it was to tell her she was wrong. Better keep
silent then telling lies.

�Ed?�

Said boy shifted to look at his friend,
sideways. Winry was looking at him, her blue eyes already pleading for the
favour she was about to ask of him. She had moved on her chair, now sitting
close to the edge, both hands on the bed for support and equilibrium.

�You�ll write us, won�t you?�

He stared at her in silence, pink
lightly tinting his cheeks and he looked away promptly.

�Can�t promise
anything.� He muttered, feigning
carelessness.

Winry cocked her head to the right, this
was not an answer. She reached out and grabbed Ed�s flesh hand and lightly
squeezed his fingers.

�Once a year.� She said and he looked back at her in stunned silence. Winry
smiled. �Write me once a year� please.�

His amber eyes traveled from the girl�s
pleading face to his left hand so firmly grasped in her two small hands. It was
odd, even though Edward was �slightly� smaller than
she was his hands were still larger than hers. For a moment, only a moment, he
seemed to understand something and a melancholic smile tugged his lips. He
breathed out slowly and pulled his hand away from hers.

�Alright�� He said after a moment. �Once
a year...� He said with a faint, almost invisible smile.

Although Edward sounded vaguely distant
about it, there was a glitter in his eyes as he slid down to comfortably lie
back on the mattress. Winry burst into a large grin and, in pure spontaneous
explosion of joy, grabbed the boy from the bed and gave him a forceful hug.

�Ah! W-Win-ry��
He chocked from both the pain it caused in his right shoulder and the pressure
she was pushing on his lungs. �C-Can�brea-th.�

�Winry, leave the poor boy alone.� Came the half-teasing, half-pleasant order of Pinako from
the bedroom door.

The girl froze and let go of Ed all
together sending a sheepish grin toward her grandmother, a hand pulled behind
her head. Secretly, Edward was enjoying the display. This moment was possibly
one of the last he thought he would be able to share with the people he
considered, if only in his mind, his surrogate family.

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Winry was kneeling in front of her bed when
Edward reached her room. The door was left ajar and she did not seem aware of
his presence. Her back was to him and he could see the brown flap of a
cardboard box sprouting out of her left. Apparently, she had been looking for
something a moment ago. He wondered what it could possibly be.

The blond-haired girl sighed and her right
hand dropped a sheet of paper by her side. Her left one dove back into the box
and came out with a time tinted envelope. It looked old and the letter she
extracted from it appeared even older. He supposed the paper had once been
white and smooth but now it was yellow and wrinkled.

Winry carefully slid her fingers down the
old sheet, slowly sliding from kneeling to sit and crossed her legs. Her head
turned a little bit to the side and Ed could see a fond smile spread across her
pretty face. He frowned slightly. Adding the word �pretty� when he
thought of his mechanic and childhood friend was, he had discovered a few years
ago, more then unsettling. He could never resist her face, ever since they have
been children, and her beauty had steered more then one fight with his brother.
He never admitted it, though.

Edward sometimes wondered if, given
different circumstances, there might have been a chance for things between him
and her to develop beyond friendship. Of course, he thought it ludicrous to
simply muse about it. Still, a part of him would never let go of the feelings
he strived so hard to ignore.

They were close, though, very close. Winry
knew of things even Al was not aware of and would, probably, never be. Then it
happened many sacrifices were made. He wanted to remain close to her but the
path his brother and him had chosen remained a dangerous one. It was better to
have no strings to keep him attached to anything or anyone. Not for now, maybe
never.

The young state alchemist sighed and
allowed his eyes to rove about the girl�s face and blooming feminine assets.
She sure was pretty. She had long, silken blond hair, big, sparkling blue eyes
and a soft, companionate face. Her smiles were always full of joy and Edward
liked her smiles. They would comfort him, even force
one on his lips time to time.

Winry leaned back on her right arm, left
hand still holding the letter carefully. She was completely absorbed into her
reading and still remained unaware of his presence. For a moment, Ed let his
eyes slip across her chest and a deep crimson stained his cheeks. She was
certainly becoming a young woman and Edward would be a fool not to notice it.
In fact, it was becoming harder not to notice, especially when she was tending
to his mechanical limbs.

Although he would never admit it out loud,
he enjoyed having the girl care for his artificial arm and leg. The only moment
he would allow her to be physically close to him. She was always very gentle,
unlike Pinako who would -- evilly -- tug at some parts much harder then Ed
deemed necessary. It was not painful, of course, but it was not Winry�s
dedicated touch either. When she worked on him, or on anything that was
auto-mail, Winry would sometimes hum softly to herself some wordless tune. She
did not always have the notes right, sometimes off-tone, but it was a very
soothing sound. It was pleasing to see her enjoy what she did. At least, she
was happy.

Edward sighed, shook his head and, at the
same time, pulled his inner musing back to the rear of his conscience. He
cleared his throat and knocked on the doorframe to announce his presence for
the young mechanic genius. She startled and clutched the letter to her chest
when she spotted him by the door.

�What are you doing?� He asked.

She hugged the letter even tighter.
�Nothing�� She said, a bright red spreading across her face faster then Ed
though humanly possible.

This cause the boy to
chuckle. �Really?�

Winry frowned. �Really.�

Edward shrugged and stepped inside.
�Doesn�t look like nothing.� He teased, walking closer.

She turned her back to him and stuffed the
letter and envelope back into the box.

�It doesn�t concern you.�

To that he quirked a
sceptical eyebrow. She was prone to push the box
back under her bed and hastily stood. It steered Ed�s curiosity.

�What do you want?� She asked.

He pointed at his left leg. �You said you�d
take a look at it after dinner.�

She nodded and pointed her bed. �I need to
get the measure tape so get ready while I�ll fetch it.�

As Winry walked out of the bedroom, Edward
started to take his shirt off when his eyes fell on a piece of paper she had
forgotten to put back into the box. He finished to pull his shirt off and
dropped it on the floor, carelessly, golden eyes glued to the paper sheet. Was
it a letter? If so, who wrote it? Why did he care anyway?

A strange feeling gripped his heart when he
thought of the many possibilities. It was hard to describe, a mixture of
curiosity, anger and protectiveness. He tried to pay no heed to them and the
presumed-to-be-letter -- he actually thought of a love letter. It was Winry�s
and it was none of his businesses. Still, who could have written it? What did
they wrote? Slightly agitated, Edward started to pace the length of the bed,
back and forth, his gaze always returning to the letter.

Soon, curiosity got the better of him and
Ed picked it up. It only took a moment for him to recognize his own sketchy and
clumsy handwriting. Eyes wide, he proceeded to reread the third letter he had
sent her, reliving, in his mind, the unsettling excitement that accompanied its
composition.

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Al had gone out to fetch his brother
some food. It had been two hours now and Edward suspected his younger brother
had gone for a walk as well. Probably was feeding some stray cat somewhere in
the city. Al had built a lot of shelters around here. It was rare for them to
remain at this place more than a few days but this time they have been
stationed in Central for nearly two weeks now.

The last few months had been quite
erratic not to say the least. Hearing a rumour in the south-east, Alphonse and
him fallowed the murmurs about a Philosopher�s Stone that turned out, after
much trouble that earned the blond alchemist a new set of painful bruises, to
be nothing more than an oversized garnet. A stupid garnet, how frustrating! Ed
could clearly remember the arrogant glare he had gotten from Colonel Roy
Mustang after he had given him his report.

Normally, he and Alphonse would have
already returned to their blind search, however, qualification tests for his
state alchemist license and review of his active researches and missions was to
take place in two days. It would have been utterly useless to return to
wandering the country. So they remained in Central, much to Alphonse�s relief.
The armored boy had been begging his sibling for a much needed rest. It had
been about a year now of nearly fruitless travels. They deserved a break.

Edward, however, was starting to feel
restless. Aside from the fact that being so close to the military headquarters
always managed to make him feel sick in his stomach from shear disgust and the
impaling presence of the Flame Alchemist, that time of the year was also
drawing near.

Thus, for the last few days, Edward
Elric had, secretly, began to scramble down a letter for his childhood friend
in Rizembool. When he accepted to send her one letter
per year, he never thought the task would turn out so difficult. Not that there
was nothing much to tell her. In fact, there was so much to tell, he did not
know where to begin. Of course, the dangerous parts were always left out, he
did not want Winry to worry more then she was already. The whole purpose of
writing her a letter was to make her feel better and worry less.

So there he was, curled above the
tea-table, sitting on the couch in this relatively small room he shared with
his shiny, metallic brother. Three pages had already been written and nearly
ten paper balls, folded and thrown out of irritation, rested near to trash-can,
and about a dozen others were discarded in quite the same way through the last
few days, led forgotten within the paper-basket.

Ed did not know why he got so worked up
writing the blond girl that one promised letter but it always turned out to be
a much greater task than he had first thought. The first one, he got caught by
Al and Nina then teased. The second he had been so weary of being discovered
that it took him three days with precious little slee. He had written it at night when his brother
was out for his nocturne walk. But what was most tiresome, and especially this
time, was to keep to the essential.

As years passed and the life of the
Elric brothers became more and more dangerous, Ed found himself straining to
concoct censored versions of their travels and kept most everything very vague
and foggy. This year was not so different, though. However, this time, Edward
found it hard to keep to the facts and nothing more. Instead of dully
describing the events, he found himself wondering off, more often then not,
toward much less important stuff like how he missed Pinako�s stew or how they
used to play hide and seek in the neighbour�s barn.

It was frustrating how easily his mind
managed to wander about, forgetting the subject and getting all �sentimental�
when he was planning to be straight to the point. Out of irritation, he torn
off the three pages he had kept so far, tugged his hair and groaned. He will
have to post the letter tomorrow, or else, it would not get to his hometown in
time and Winry would get very worried. He did not want that.

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The amber-eyed young man frowned as he
reread that old letter. In the end, he did not manage to keep it straight to
the point. The two letters that followed, he remembered clearly, turned out
even more �sentimental� than this one. In one of them, he had even
confessed missing the mechanic.

Still reading and lost in remembrance,
Edward took a few steps back and carefully sat on the edge of the bed. A
passage caught his attention and he stared at the line, the words repeated
again and again in his mind.

�I take good care of my arm and leg, so
don�t worry too much, alright?�

He had told her so many times in each
letters he sent her. Those exact same words would always find their way into
the paper, always somewhere between one censored incident and another. He did
not want her to worry. Then another one line was brought to his attention.

�I�ll do it, believe me.�

In the previous letters and the other that
fallowed, references to his dream of restoring his brother�s body were varied but
always present. Ed would come back to it at least twice and directed in a way
that it somehow appeared as if he were asking Winry to believe in him. It was
somewhat unconscious and subtle, hidden even sometimes, mostly coded or
somewhere in the words, but it was just enough so she could understand there
was always more he wanted to say, but held back. That he needed her faith and
trust.

�Ed, I�� Winry walked into the room,
measuring tape in one hand and a warped something in the other.

She stared at him, confused, her blue eyes
skidding from his somewhat startled face to the letter he was holding between
his fingers. She swallowed and walked in, made a beeline to her work-table and
dropped her lot then sighed.

�I reread them sometimes.� She confessed,
not sparing him a single look. �I don�t really know why though.�

�� He just watched, in some sort of daze
as Winry unwrapped her bundle with infinite care.

�Take off your pants.� She ordered.

Edward blinked. �What?!�

She gave him an odd look and pointed his
left leg. �I�ll need to take a look at it.�

He blushed but nodded and stood from the
bed, leaving the letter on her night-table. The red never quite left his cheeks
and somehow took a more vivid shade when his black trousers pooled around his feet,
the metal of his belts clicking gently when it hit the floor.

�Is that a new auto-mail?� He asked, trying
to find a way to get rid of his sudden embarrassment.

She nodded and knelt in front of him. �Sit
back.� She lift the right and left foot, balancing both metal and flesh limb in
each of her hand and her eyes widened. �Nearly three
centimetres!� She said with a smile. �Proof that there�s still hope for
you.�

Ed frowned. �Because you thought I�d
shrink?� He whined as a mean to disguise his embarrassment.

�Not exactly.� Winry winked and Edward�s blush returned, forcing him to look away.

She smiled before she let go of his legs
then slid to the right. Her hands sent shivers up and down his spine every time
they touched his skin. He watched her from the corner of his eyes. As usual,
Winry seemed completely dedicated to her work. It took only a moment and she
stood, flashing him a sparkling grin.

�Show me your left arm.�

Carefully, she placed the tip of the tape from
the shoulder down to his palm, then measured the width
and length of his hand and fingers. Although Edward would never admit it out
loud, especially not to his mechanic, there was something soothing about Winry
when she was examining his mechanical parts. There was a
knowledge behind everything she did, long practice and a gentleness that
would find him staring once in a while at her delicate yet strong hands.

�That new auto-mail is for me, isn�t it?�
He asked.

She moved to sit to his right on the bed
and toyed with a few screws and bolts and knocked on the shiny metal with the
butt of her screwdriver every once in a while.

�I�ve been working on it the last few
weeks.� She said with an almost invisible smirk.

�But it�s for me?� He insisted.

Winry frowned playfully. �You�re so
egoistical Edward Elric, ever thought I just wanted to show off a little?�

He gave her a sceptical look and she
sighed.

�I thought you�d need some extensions
sometime soon,� she explained. �And I�ve been doing some researches of my own
lately and I came up with a new alloy.�

There was no hiding how proud she felt.
Every times Winry made new auto-mail discoveries -- or anything that had a
connection to mechanical limbs -- her face would lit up, her speech would take
a lighter, joyful accent and her whole body language would burst in
effervescence. Ed doubted there was anything she loved more than auto-mail.

�New alloy?� He was not particularly intrigued by his childhood friend�s
discoveries in metallurgy, but either he wanted it or not, she would tell him
all about it. It was easier to give in from the beginning.

�Yes!� She said excitedly as she got up to
grab his new arm. �It�s made of a very strong, very difficult to make, alloy of
carbon, chrome and aluminium. It�s lighter, rust resistant and it�s at
least 40% stronger than any metal or alloys the same weight.�

Winry was beaming when she exhibited all
the particularity of this new alloy and the new improved functionality of the
articulations, the pressure sensors and the overall strength of the artificial
muscles.

�Mechanic geek�� He muttered with great
affection under his breath.

She sent him a glare from behind her new
masterpiece. �I heard that,� and she quirked an eyebrow before she turned
toward her working table. �It�ll only take a few hours to get it ready to be
attached.� Winry then looked at him with an expression of gentleness and care.
�Do you want to wait for your new leg first?�

Ed shook his head. The blond girl smiled sweetly
and opened a tool box ready to start. Edward thought of leaving the bedroom to
let her work in peace, but her bed was so comfortable and against better
judgement, he leaned back. Just to rest his eyes a moment, he thought then fell
asleep. It only took Winry half an hour before she realised the alchemist was
still there. A fond smile stretched across her lips when she discovered him
asleep on her bed, flesh hand on his stomach, already completely oblivious to
his surrounding.

Although Al would always scold his elder
brother for sleeping in such position, Winry found it cute. Now that she
thought about it, Edward always slept on his back, a hand on his stomach. She
giggled, Den slept in a similar way too.

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The two brothers slept soundly among the
scattered tools, scraps of metal and bits of wires that littered Winry�s
bedroom floor. Since their mother had passed away, not too long ago, the Elric
children were spending more and more time with her and granny. When they were
younger, it took every once of wit and a lot of energy to convince Pinako to
allow the boys to sleep over. Now, she offered them the possibility every night
and most of the time, they would decline.

Actually, Edward would be the one to decline, Alphonse would simply follow wherever his brother
went. Winry knew all too well why the siblings rarely accepted the offer. They
were studding alchemy, to the dead hours of night and on, until both fell
asleep out of exhaustion. She suspected Al to be the first one to give
surrender to Sandman, Edward was too stubborn to let go so easily. It made her
laugh, secretly, as a mental image of Ed fighting of the Sandman in a violent
encounter -- including remarks about milk and something about a
�miniaturization� of a boy.

Every time Ed and Al came over for the
night, the three children would share her bedroom. Now that it occurred so
often, Winry kept the ingredients for the makeshift beds in the wardrobe, as
well as the many books the brothers sometimes forgot. She was starting to
accumulate quite a collection of forgotten objects from those two. There was also a few transmuted toys, the prettiest were made by
Ed but the ones Al made had that sweet little touch to them. Most have been
made for her, two for every sleepovers.

Winry also loved to watch them sleep. It
was rare to see those two boys calm. They were known across the village for
being more then full of energy as well as impressive alchemy prodigies.
Sometimes, their reputation got her slightly jealous. She was, after all, a
genius as well, but in reality, she did not mind much.

She most particularly enjoyed watching
Edward sleep. He had that cute habit of sleeping with his stomach completely
exposed. It was funny to look at as well as very pleasing. Every times Ed spent
the night, Winry tired to stay awake long enough to catch a glimpse of his
adorable habit. Every time, she would fall asleep watching him, a secret smile
on her lips and a thought about how much she loved those two brothers.

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When he opened his eyes as sleep gently
lifted its spell on him, the first thing he saw was a pair of sparkling blue
eyes. He smiled groggily at them then allowed his lids to cover his vision once
more. Edward heard a soft giggle and amber orbs flashed open once more, wide in
surprise.

�Winry!� He almost fell off the bed.

�Why hello to you too.� She said with fake offence.

Ed rolled to his stomach and buried his face
in the pillow taking a deep breath. It smelled nice, fresh and warm with a
tinge of grease and oil. Odd, his pillow did not smelt like that. He heard
Winry giggle again and remembered he had fallen asleep in her bed while she was
working. He shifted to his side with a yawn, his left arm pulled over his face.
He peered at her.

�Did I sleep long?� He asked, his voice
still strangled by sleep.

�Nearly two hours.�

�Is it ready?�

The girl pointed toward her work-table,
there sat the auto-mail, well tuned, of the right length and ready to be fixed
into place.

�Just barely finished
it.� She said.

Edward yawned once more before he
stretched. He was still a bit numb. Winry�s bed was a tad bit too comfortable
for his own good. He almost felt like never leaving it again.

�Do you want me to put it on you now or did
you change your mind?�

Ed shook his head. �Just give me a second.�

The blonde girl nodded. The bed rocked
slightly as she stood and again when she returned a moment later, the auto-mail
rested carefully on her laps. Edward forced his body into a sitting position
and gave his childhood friend a weary smile.

�I�m getting used to it, don�t worry.�

He knew very well how she hated the painful
part of attaching a mechanical limb. Winry was not good at hiding her emotions.
Edward could remember all too well how her face would contort in sorrow the
first time they connected him to his auto-mail, the hurt was visible in her
eyes still hours after. Ed only wished he was better at keeping it all in so at
least she would not know.

When the nerves connected to the main power
engine, it felt like being hit by a tremendous thunder bolt, getting all the
hair sucked out from his lungs and having his skin set ablaze all at once. That
kind of physical pain, however, was still nothing compared to what his brother
had to go through. Even though Winry worked hard to improve, or rather diminish
the pain of attachment, Ed could not help but think he deserved at least that
bit of suffering. It was his fault after all.

Her dexterous fingers padded around the
joint of metal embedded into his shoulder. He felt the tip of the screwdriver
knock around the hard material and there was a click. A sharp string of pain shot
from his shoulder socket down to his toes and he shuddered. He felt lighter but
weaker with only one arm.

�Sorry.� Winry muttered and she stroked his
hair gently.

He shrugged lightly. �It�s alright.�

Again, her fingers returned to the joint.
He hissed and gritted his teeth, it was just too sensitive. She hesitated
shortly and heaved a tired sigh. He stole a glimpse at her from the corner of
his eyes and gave her an encouraging smile that lacked a little bit of
confidence.

�Here we go�� She said before she pushed
the arm into place.

Edwards hissed and groaned, his left hand
taking a fistful of the blanket underneath him, toes curled up and all muscles
tensed and tightened. Winry brushed her fingers through his hair and covered
his fist with her other palm. She rested her forehead on his bare skin, next to
the metallic joint that throbbed. His heart was racing, his breathing, ragged
and rasped, seethed through his clenched teeth.

�I�m so sorry, Ed�� She repeated over and
over again, trying to ease his pain.

�I� I�am ok�� He
muttered as he reclined to lie back onto the bed.

As he laid down,
Winry shifted slightly around, helping her childhood friend into comfort. She
rearranged the covers under him and replaced the pillow so it would support his
shoulders as well. Carefully, she pulled a blanket over his body and sat beside
his head.

�I�m not a baby.� He whined weakly.

�I know.�

She slipped her fingers through the soft,
blond hair that dangled from each sides of his face and Edward closed his eyes.
Her pads were slightly roughened but delicate still. It was rare he would allow
anyone to touch him but every times a new limb had to be attached, he would
allow her to sooth his pain this way. It did not do much, his shoulder still
ached and throbbed, but there was something infinitely comforting about her
care.

�I wished it wouldn�t hurt so much.� Confessed his mechanic after a long, stretching silence.

�You�re not the only one.� He murmured.

�You said you had gotten used to it.� She teased
with a soft smile he did not see.

He chuckled lightly and groaned in pain.
The movement had tugged at a nerve that was still burning.

�I did. Doesn�t change
the pain, though.�

Winry sighed and her hand had turned still
and rigid over Ed�s forehead. �Yeah� you�re right.�

He cracked an eye open and felt something
pierce his heart. Her expression was heart-wrenching and felt like a cold
winter day, morn and sad. She had turned her head to look out the window, her
lips firmly pressed between her teeth, her blue eyes lost in the vague as if
remembering something. Something unpleasant, something
dreadful.

Under better judgement, Edward reached up
with is left arm and prudently, as if about to test the heat of something that
could possibly burn, he touched her cheek. It was rare for the young state
alchemist to allow someone to touch him but it was exceptional when he touched
someone. Winry blinked and turned her attention back to the young man, the rim
of her eyes glittered as an afternoon sun-ray caught the tears gathering there.
One escaped and slowly slid down her cheek before he caught it under his thumb.
She gave him a frail smile.

�It�s nothing,� she told him. �I�m getting
used to it.�

He blinked, his stare not leaving her face.
�Used to pain?�

She nodded sadly. �Among
other things.�

He frowned and tried to sit up but she held
him back with her hand on his chest. Winry shook her head slowly then reached
for the letter Ed had been reading a few hours ago. His hand dropped back on
the bed and bounced lightly as he watched her.

�It�s hard on us too, you know.� She
murmured, sapphire orbs scanning the words inked on the paper without really
reading them.

�Hard?�

�When you two walk away. We worry a lot,
you know?�

His golden eyes trailed away from her face
to the piece of paper. �Yeah� I know.� He whispered.

�It means a lot, though.� She continued.
�Back when we were kids, we used to spend so much time together.�

Edward laughed sadly. �It was fun.�

�I miss it.�

He looked back at her. Winry had that
mournful smile on her face again and Edward knew he did not like that
expression, not on her face.

�I�m sorry.� There were no words strong
enough to express how much he was and Ed could never tell them all how sorry he
felt. Too much pain on so many loved ones, all because of his selfish desire to
see his mother�s smile just one more time. �I was stupid.�

�No.� She said firmly. �You were in pain.�

He groaned lightly in frustration. �That�s
no excuse.�

�Maybe, but��

He cut her with a rough snort. �I deserve
every little bit of it� but Al� Pinako and you.� He
sighed. �I was so stupid, but I�ll fix it.� He said with determination, his
left hand balling into a tight fist. �I�ll figure out how to return Al to his
body.�

She smiled gently and slipped her fingers
through the soft bangs of his hair once more. �I know. I believe in you.�

He blinked then looked at her quizzically.
For all answer, Winry knelt down and retrieved the cardboard box from under her
bed. She flashed him a grin and flung the flaps away. From the stomach of the
box, the young mechanical genius extorted a doll, three metallic horses about
the size of her hand, a pile of books, a dozen snapshots, a few broken
toy-soldiers and five letters.

�My keepsakes.� She said, handing him one of the horses.

Ed�s eyes grew wide. �We used to make so
many of those, Al and I.�

�I found that one in the remains of your
old house.� She explained gently, leaning on the edge of the bed and resting
her head on her shoulder. �I think Al made that one.� To prove her point, she
gave him another horse, this one much more realistic. �That�s the one you gave
me.�

Ed pointed at the doll. �Is that the one
that got you scared?�

The young woman giggled. �Yeah.
I thought it was a ghost.�

He chuckled. �I thought you would have
thrown it away long ago. I don�t recall ever seeing you play with it.�

She shrieked in fake fear. �Would I ever! That thing sprout out of your living room�s
floor, must I remind you. Straight from hell! That�s what I say.�

He grinned. �And there we thought we had
found the perfect present.�

The blond girl picked up the old,
alchemy-made toy. �Wrong.� She said in a small voice.

�I didn�t know you used to study alchemy.�

She stared at the books then back at him.
�Those are the ones you constantly forgot in my bedroom when you came to sleep
over.�

He scratched the back of his head and
grinned sheepishly. �I read them all so often I think I can remember each one
word for word.�

�Show off.�

Edward shrugged. �You kept the letters
too��

Winry hesitated before she finally decided
to pick them up. �They mean a lot to me.�

He turned his attention back to her face
and turned his body a little to the left but stopped when his right shoulder complained.
He frowned, it should take another ten-some minutes before the pain and strain
would finally subdue.

�They�re only letter.� He said. There was a
faint blush on his cheeks but the blue-eyed girl did not take any notice, her
attention was completely drawn into the set of envelopes now resting on her
laps.

She shook her head at his comment. �Not
just letters, Ed. They are promises.�

�I don�t remember promising you anything in
them.�

Again, she shook her head, but there was a faint
smile tugging her lips up that lit her face. �Not to me in them, but you did
keep your promise to send me one every year.�

He nodded and tried to move once more and
found the task still too straining. The pain was slowly fading away and soon
there will be no more excuses left for him to squat her bedroom. Somehow, it
saddened him. Somehow, he did not want to leave, not just yet.

�And in them,� she continued softly, �you
promise many other things.�

He felt the heat return to his cheeks
faster than Den could swallow his dinner. �I-I do? What kind?� He uncertainly
asked.

She looked up at him, her face starting to
rival his own redness. �To the world.� She whispered,
drawing closer �Or maybe I�m wrong?�

Out of impulse, Edward shifted to his left
side, forgetting all about the remaining soreness if his right arm, and closed
the distance between their faces, connecting their lips in an all too swift
kiss. It lasted only a moment, long enough to feel the softness but nothing
more, like a persistent brush.

He never understood what came over him.
Maybe it was Winry�s red cheeks, or the way her silken blond hair seemed so
beautiful over the crimson that darkened her face. Or maybe it was that smile
hidden behind her sky-colored eyes when she looked at him saying those words.
Somehow it felt like it could be all or just one, it
all felt a bit fuzzy when Ed tried to remember.

Edward Elric was confused.

Winry blinked, her gaze vaguely focused on
the young man who sprang into a sitting position with a barely concealed hiss
of pain. He pushed his naked feet to the floor, left hand carefully patting the
opposite shoulder and he leaned forward to grab his pants with his auto-mail.

�I should get going�� He muttered,
embarrassed and uneasy.

But a sharp tug of his braided hair brought
his attempted departure to an abrupt closure and forced a yelp out of the young
man�s mouth.

�Winry!?�

The mechanic did not answer she only stood
on her knees and brought her mouth back over his. Her fingers were fast to grip
his head so to firmly keep him in place to prevent his possible escape. Ed�s
eyes grew large and his whole body froze in one instant, momentarily paralyzed
by a sweet mixture of shock, denial and elation. The moment after, he was
returning the favour with much restrained passion. He allowed his mouth to meld
with hers, he even gripped her right arm, gently. Ed�s
fingers were warm and felt roughened but they just barely touched her skin.

Edward was holding back and, sensing this,
Winry, slowly, got off the floor and, carefully, sat on his laps, her things
against his. However, the moment he felt her weight over his right leg, Ed
opened his eyes and became still once more. Oddly enough, they were both
panting. Somewhere along the way, they had forgotten to breathe for a moment
too long.

�Winry�� he gasped, suddenly remembering
his near-to-nakedness and feeling all too well the softness of the young woman
on his laps.

She meant to kiss him again, nearly
succeeding when, at the last minute Ed pulled back. A feeling of irritation was
ready to seize the blond-headed girl but he leaned his head on her shoulder,
warped his arms around her body and pressed. He was hugging her for maybe the
first time in God only knew how long.

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It was dark and a little bit windy when
Edward reached the top of the road and saw the familiar yellow Auto-Mail shop,
residence of the Rockbells. The young boy held a doll by the arm and had that
determined look in his gold eyes. Winry had gotten scared of her present, but
his mother had told him she was proud Ed and his brother were
able to do alchemy.

The young boy had explained, to his
conscience, that the only reason he had snuck out of home and travelled all the
way here was to tell Winry not to be scared of alchemy anymore or he would stop
being her friend. At least, that�s what he tried to do but after he had climbed
up the wall -- with much pain and trouble when trying not to smash the doll --
to his blue-eyed friend�s balcony, Edward was not so sure why he had bothered.
Now he was tired and out of breath.

Someone had left the window opened just
a small crack and the wind batted the curtains inside the bedroom. Curious, the
boy peeked through the glass and saw Winry laying on her back, eyes wide open
and staring at the ceiling. It only took a second for her to notice his
presence. She squeaked as if she had swallowed a mouse and bounced off the bed
and was out in about one swift movement. Her excitement diminished, however,
when her blue eyes fell on the doll Edward held by the arm.

�W-why did you bring that?� She asked
pointing the toy as if it was the devil incarnated.

�It�s your birthday present.� Said the boy, defensively.

�I don�t want it.�

�But�� Edward lowered his gaze, �I
thought you liked dolls��

The wind blew around them and was gone
when the girl took a hesitant step. Slowly, step after step, she drew closer.
Her fingers warped around the soft arm of the toy and she tugged gently. Ed
looked up but did not meet her gaze, the blue orbs
were locked on the doll. For the first time, she was looking at it. It slipped
from his grasp and Winry brought it up to catch a moon-ray.

�She�s� pretty.� She declared with a
cute smile on her young face. �Thank you.� And she hugged him.

It had shocked him, no body but his
mother had ever done so. The boy himself rarely ever gave one. Inexplicably
uncertain, Edward returned the embrace. It was not very long, but the smile his
friend flashed him afterwards was actually very pleasing. His cheeks grew hot
and he looked away, briskly.

�No problem��

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Winry warped her arms around his head and
leaned her cheek on the smooth mass of his blond hair. His hand slipped up her
back and around her shoulder blades, one warm and soft, the other hard and
cold. This gave his hug an edge but somehow, it only seemed to serve as some
sort of signature. Edward would not be Edward without a soft and hard side.

Face buried against her neck and arms tied
around his childhood friend, the young alchemist took what little comfort he
had so desperately asked for so long. That little bit of understanding and care
was not much to ask for, but given by this young woman, it meant the world to
him. All these years spent together and the ones after and in between, came
back to him in flashes of fragmented images. Winry was always there, somewhere,
if not present in flesh, she was in the back of his mind. That she believe in
him, that she trusted in his believes, that she cared for him, it was all that
really managed to keep him together. If not for the blonde young woman�s
existence, Edward might not still be there, breathing and in her arms, face
pressed to her flesh.

Ed�s heart felt warm and that warmth spread
through his veins to flood his body and he just let go. He let his fears go,
pushing them far, far back beneath his consciousness. He let go of the
uncertainties and the millions of probabilities that swarmed his mind, deadly
little fishes that only served as a bitter dish for his guilt. And finally,
Edward let go of his retrains, the leashes he had unconsciously warped around
his own neck to prevent the feelings he had deemed unnecessary.

Slowly, he inhaled deeply and his nostrils
caught that distinct tinge of oil and grease that clung to Winry�s skin like a
natural perfume. It was all around her, embedded deep into her clothes, always
present in her hair and skin, mixed with the different fragrances of soap and
shampoo. He moved his lips and brushed her skin, faintly, tentatively. He was
so careful, she mistook it for an accident, but gently, his mouth began to draw
small circles.

Winry gasped although she was already
melting under his cautious touch. Ed�s only warm hand slid down, fingers
outlined the drop of her spine to the small of her back and pressed. He felt
her stomach touch his, warm and soft, skin to skin. The young man had poured
more assurance into his light kisses and they drew closer to her mouth, now
nipping the side of her chin.

�Ed�� She murmured.

A moment later, they tumbled, leisurely,
and laid down on the bed, lips locked in a passion that barely began to grow.
Never before had Edward given much thought into this, kissing. He had spotted a
few couples practicing the art but he had never paid it much attention. He had
once wondered how it felt, now he knew. It was
pleasurable, it was enticing, it was entrancing Winry�s lips were soft and
moist, pliant under his assault, but never completely surrendering. They sent
delightful tingles all over his body and lulled the pain in his heart.

Edward wanted more, so much more. More of
this sweetness, this lovely madness that made him forget,
and for once, it was alright to. He could forget about the dangers of his
researches, the guilt of his failures and the pain that tormented his brother,
and just feel. Winry was there for him, he could let go.

Fervour grew, akin to a fire on which
someone had sprayed fuel instead of water, and it burned in his veins, setting
his every nerve ablaze. He wanted to be held close, to hold someone and mother
then everything, he wanted her. He needed her to know how he felt and all he
could not say in words. He needed and wanted to tell her threw gentle actions,
loving touches and hungry kisses. Winry would know, Winry would understand, she
always did, somehow.

Ed�s left hand slid under the blond
mechanic�s tube top from the back then lightly traced her ribcage to brush just
under her breast. It was almost instantaneous, she
pressed against his hand and surrender that part of her to his exploration with
a light, very attractive shudder. Uncertain, he warped the soft mound with his
palm and squeezed gently. Winry gasped against his lips and tightened her hug.

From that point, Edward believed he had
completely lost his mind. Lust burst through his brain and swallowed any
coherent thought. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and used his weight to
roll on top of her. The young woman�s arms slid across his back down to the rim
of his boxers and back up to his hair. There was a slight tug and he felt the
long blond locks caress his skin as the came undone.

He explored the recesses of her mouth.
Their taste buds clashed and senses were assailed, they exchanged breaths and
looks. He drew out yearning pleas from her throat and filled it once more with
his own. Winry�s black tube was gone in a flash and she felt the cold touch of
metallic fingers glide over her skin from her hips up to her throat with a
torturous detour by the valley of her chest. To answer his gentle demand, she
warped her hands around his head and pulled him closer as he started a kissing
decent down her neck.

Right hand smoothing affectionately the skin
under her jaw, the other massaging her breast, Edward trailed butterfly kisses
in a silky curve around her neck to her collarbones where he nipped gently
before he advanced lower. Winry blushed furiously when the warmth of his mouth
covered the pike of her left breast. His chin caressed her ribs as he moved and
his silken hair poured over her to tickle her nerves. She moaned softly and
gasped.

Again, the young man gained more confidence
and his exploration gained more hunger and lust. He sucked and nipped, shifting
slightly to sit astride his lovely mechanic and slipped his left hand down the
curve of her stomach. She gasped and arched her back, Edward�s name strangled
somewhere in the mix.

Slowly, his warm fingers dug inside her
jumper suit and beneath her underwear. Winry had to swallow a cry of surprised
pleasure when the roughened pad of his thumb probed around her sex. His
redouble the ardour of his devouring mouth and feasted about her chest. She
took a fistful of his blonde locks with one hand and the other began an eager
journey down his side to lower anatomy. Ed could feel her panting breath in her
ribcage and he wondered if the sound of beating heart came from him or her.

Winry pulled his boxers down and he took it
was a signal to remove the rest of her clothes as well. He turned his mouth
back to hers, his kiss not completely aggressive, but certainly not as soft as
the first few ones. One glance into his eyes told of need and affection with a
fiery burst of untamed passion -- or something like that. She became somewhat
entranced by the color of his eyes, it reminded her of topazes and molten gold.

His hand returned to her center to explore,
by touch, this new territory. With every strangled gasps she breathed out,
Winry writhed under him. Her legs moved about, opening and closing her thighs
until Edward shifted and settled between them. His kisses were still hot and
demanding on her face and around her neck. Every once in a while, Winry got the
chance to nip his ear or nuzzle his collarbone.

Ed�s auto-mail rounded her rear to pull her
leg up and he readjusted their position. He nipped down her neck and up to her
ear whispering her name in a passionate plea. His voice held so many emotions
that the blonde haired girl wondered if he were even aware of them and the
effect they had on her. She warped her arms around his back and trusted her hips
to his. It sent delicious shivers all over them. Edward gasped, sucked on her
skin and returned to her mouth.

His tip brushed the sensitive and dark skin
of her core, slowly beginning his first penetration. They battled tongues and
caressed every bit of reachable flesh and Ed filled her completely. She
whimpered a choking gasp that sounded like a sob and he pulled back with a
start to look at her. Winry�s eyes were watery but the young mechanic did not
look sad. Gently, Edward slid the fingers of his flesh hand through her silken
hair and they glided across her face. The alchemist opened his mouth, about to
inquire to her wellbeing, but she kissed him and rolled her hips.

It got him by surprise which got him to
groan a bit too loud and the girl to giggle.

�Makes you laugh, doesn�t it.� He said in a
mocked threat, his voice full of affection, hoarsened by his heavy breathing.

She meant to retort a smart something but
he assaulted her breast and trusted a few tentative times. He grinned against
her warm and soft skin when she squealed a tad bit too high but her repressed
moans were intoxicating. Soon, Edward could not get enough of them and he
started to build a tempo to increase their frequency. The faster he went, the
more sweet mewls and moans escaped her parted lips. Ed buried his face in the
crook of her neck to muffle a deep groan that rumbled through his chest,
sending new tingles all over their joined bodies.

His hands wished to be everywhere at the
same time. They sailed around her curves and dove into her smooth flesh, hot,
fervent and eager. Hers travelled a similar path across his chest and back, she
even gripped his backside forcing a rasp gasp out of his lips. He showered her
in light kisses and gentle nips and his trusting rhythm continued to gain
intensity.

For a blissful moment, Edward forgot,
completely, the world and its cruelties. Laws and science did not exist
anymore. It was only Winry and him, tangled together and lost in pleasures that
only grew stronger and stronger. There was no up, no
down, right and left were confused but the center was there. Center of
lucidity, center of care, center of affection, around Winry centered the most
important thing to a human existence, to his existence.

She bit his earlobe and he felt her inner
muscles start to contract and pull him further inside. Edward forced more
vigour into his thrusts. His throat felt dry, his voice sounded rough and
rasps, his breath was uneven and he sweated quite profusely. Winry�s skin felt
slippery and boiling, her chest rose and fell rapidly and her cheeks had donned
on a cute crimson. She was beautiful, tousled hair and naked. She was desirable
when she gasped and swallowed her moans so near to her pike.

Ed grunted and continued his trusting. He
started to feel some sort of desperate need. A need to burst, a need to love
maybe, and he heard her cry unlike he ever heard her before. It was deep but
high, low but loud to his ears only and he loved it. It was a perfect sound, it
was soothing, it was empowering, it was enslaving. Edward thought he would be
ready to do many things to hear Winry shout softly like that just once more.

Her inner muscles crushed his sex in mid
penetration and her legs warped around his hips.

�Winry�� He panted, �Winry, please��

Carefully, he pushed her thighs aside and
continued to thrust into her nearly unbearable tightness. She continued to mewl
and gasp but they lowered in intensity while his climbed to their pinnacle.
With a strangled groan muffled into the softness of her left breast, he
exploded within her. There was a flash of hot, nearly numbing pleasure and he
trusted blindly a couple of times before he collapsed, panting and exhausted.

They remained tangled,
Ed�s softening erection still within her nether region. He slid his weight to
the right, head comfortably pillowed on her chest. Edward shuddered deeply and
Winry felt moisture on her skin then a faint sob reached her ears.

�Ed�?� She murmured gently.

She slipped her fingers through his tangled
locks and massaged his scalp. He did not answer right away, only shuddered one
last time as he failed to even his respiration.

�I�ll be fine�� He said, finally and
nuzzled her chest, planting three little kisses there.

�You were��

He gripped her by the hips and pulled her
up to the pillows, warped their naked bodies under the blankets and cradled the
lovely young woman in his arms. He pressed his lips to the top of her head and
Winry adjusted her head to fit his torso more comfortably. She looked up and
met his gaze, tears still clung to his cheeks.
Delicate fingers reached up to warp them away and Ed leaned into her touch. She
smiled and sighed.

�I hope you plan on writing more then just
one letter a year.� She muttered with a yawn.

Her hair was a tangled mess of bandana and
wayward locks of silken blonde. The piece of tissue hung down a tousled pony
tail and Edward gently tugged it out along with the elastic. She hissed
slightly but did not say anything, her breathing already reseeding to border on
slumbering.

�Maybe I�ll consider coming more often� for
a routine maintenance, of course.� He whispered into her ear as she drifted
away.

She smiled beautifully and exhaled a very
adorable, sleepy sigh. Winry had already gone to dreamland but somehow, Ed knew
his beloved friend heard every word he said and would hold him to them. If
visiting the Rockbell residence more often also meant more of her lips against
his, more of his skin upon hers and more of her intoxicating little cries,
Edward was willing to travel back to Rizembool as
often as he could make it possible.

�Be there for me��

Eden�s Epitaph .
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