Adult-FanFiction.org : Gundam, Beyblade, DBZ, FMA

Feel Me, Shame Me, Heal Me	By : RyokoBlue Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Het - Male/Female Views: 11762 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 18
- 19
- 20
Disclaimer: What makes you think I could possibly own this?�
Just where are you getting your information? honestly!

Summary: Winry determined to find the Elric brothers, headed
to Central.� Life is definitely full of surprises, and she certainly didn�t expect
this one

Feel
Me, Shame Me, Heal Me

Episode
18� Beneath Twinkling Stars

�I received it today.�� Winry
said, her face was tilted down and her eyes pointed towards a popular
inventor�s magazine on an article inside about washing machines that could clean
clothes in half the time it took someone to do it by hand.� What a fabulous
invention, Winry wanted to take it apart and see what made it tick.� She needed
to get her hands on one somehow.� They�d probably be pretty pricy right now
though.

Roy glanced up from his plate of
half eaten dinner, �Just in time for tomorrow night.� It seems it was delivered
right on schedule.�

Winry sat the magazine down on the
table.� �Your mother didn�t have to go through all this trouble.� Now I feel
uncomfortable.� It was so out of my price range.�� About a month ago a
seamstress knocked on her apartment door to take her measurements.� It had
turned out that Roy�s mother had sent the best gown makers in all of the
country to Winry for a fitting.� Winry had tried to refuse and send the
seamstress away but the woman was on strict orders and couldn�t leave without
the measurements.

�You shouldn�t feel
uncomfortable.� She likes you and is doing what she thinks is best for you.� If
that includes buying you a priceless ball gown, then so be it.� Roy watched as
Winry�s face paled and she appeared horror stricken.� �I bet you�ll look
amazing in it.�

Smiling lightly looking down at
her empty plate, Winry didn�t know what to think of a gift like this from his
mother.� What did his father think of this?� Would the man think that it was a
deception and that Winry was after money?� She sure hoped not, because she
needed charity from no one.� She can take care of herself just fine.� �It�s
just��

�Don�t question gifts, Winry.�
It�s rude.� Roy stood up and grabbed his dishes from the table and took them
into the kitchenette.

�And as if you�re not one for
behaving rudely, right?� She was sarcastic and amused all at the same time.

Roy crossed his arms over his
chest and leaned against the counter, �My rudeness is completely different and
appropriate when used.� He said sounding very at ease.

Winry scoffed with slight
laughter. �You�re so full of it.� She got up and brought her dishes over to the
sink and turned on the water, rinsing them off.

��Full of what?� Good humor,
extreme sexiness that makes you melt in my hand?� Roy wiggled his brow
suggestively as was the tone in his voice.

Laughing and shaking her head,
�No, full of crap.� She snickered and put some soap into a sink of hot water
and with a cloth scrubbed her plate.�

Roy reached over and squeezed her
rear and she squealed and jumped.� �Take it back� or I�ll do that again.� He
teased.

Laughing loudly, Winry sat her
dish in the drainer.� �Is that supposed to be your idea of a threat?� My
goodness, what shall I do?� she said sarcastically.� And just like he promised
or threatened, he reached over and squeezed her backside once more but this
time making her laugh.

�I warned you.� Roy said calm and
collected. �Still don�t believe me?� Do you need another demonstration?�

�Okay, okay.� Winry giggled,
�You�re not full of crap�you�re full of shit!� And she jumped away from him.

Roy simply and smoothly turned in
her direction.� �Now that young lady calls for extra groping.� He rolled up his
sleeves as if it were serious business and he was going to get down and
dirty�which he was.� A smirk lifted at the corner of his mouth as he went after
her.� She attempted to move out of his reach, but she wasn�t fast enough.� When
Roy really wanted something it was easily obtained.� She had just turned when
he had pounced on her, grabbing her from behind, lifting her in the air and she
kicked her legs out.�

�Time to receive your sentencing�
This court of one finds you guilty of trying to seduce and thereby grants this
one member of the court anything he wants from the guilty party.� Roy said
sounding completely serious but there was a slight hint of humor in his voice.

�I request an appeal.� She
giggled.

�Hmm, request for appeal denied.� Roy
carried her into his bedroom, where he sat down on the side of his bed and
placed her on his lap facing away from him.� �Now this seems familiar.� He
grinned.� That first incident with her seemed so long ago now.� Roy rested his
chin on her shoulder and looked forward, the mirror up against his wall showed
his and Winry�s reflection looking back.�

He liked being with her like this,
and it wasn�t just sex either that he liked.� It was being close and feeling
like out of all the tragedy and horror of life, this was their moment to push
it away, to just feel and be near.� To lose himself in something that was good
and not just a warm body to use for a little bit and then send away not knowing
that he was tainted, or him not wanting some one night stand waiting around the
next day, that was possibly the worst part.� But this, with her�Winry knew, she
understood him and there would be no one else to understand him as Winry did.�
She suffered because of him, and she gave him more than he felt he deserved and
she still stays�for now.� She doesn�t give up or abandon or forget.

�The words of murderer and hate
don�t fall from her lips anymore.� Their tragedy is forever linked with one
another and they are stuck together in a completely different plain of tragedy
than others are. Sure the Elrics had tragedy too, but as much as they would
want to or try they could never really understand Winry�s pain as it was
different than theirs.� But Roy could, he does understand her.

�Closing his eyes, he kissed the
side of her neck and moved his lips over her shoulder.� What was this feeling
she gave him?� It was something more than peace, something more than affection
and care that she made him feel.� Was it possible, could he be�?� Roy�s eyes
snapped open and directed to her reflection.� Winry�s eyes were softly closed
and appearing very content with a gentle smile on her perfect pink lips.�

Lifting his hand he placed it over
her heart, feeling it beat steadily.� He�d like to think it would beat only for
him, but he knew that was not true.� He slipped his fingers down the front of
her pale yellow shirt and caressing the swell of her breast and he could feel
her heart started to race.� Roy could think on such things as emotions later,
right now he wanted to make her happy, to please her in so many ways.� Roy
squeezed her breast gently and Winry made a soft pleased sound.� Placing his
other hand on her thigh he caressed a path upward and between her thighs.� His
eyes were back on her reflection, watching himself touch her.� His fingers were
spreading and stroking the cotton of her panties against her femininity, and
his blood started to boil at the sight before him.�

His fingers moved down beneath her
panties, touching her heated, wet flesh with sure fingers.� Rubbing and
thrusting them inside her.� He watched her mouth gently fall open and the sound
of enjoyment emerging.� Heat staining her cheeks.� In a rush, Roy pulled his
fingers from between her thighs and put them in his mouth.� His eyes closed as
he sucked her liquid heat from his fingers and moaned at the taste that made
him crave more.�

Picking her up, Roy placed her on
her back on the bed and she looked up at him at his sudden move.� He lifted her
skirt up high and gripped her panties, ripping them from her body and throwing
them over his shoulder where they landed on the door handle.� Getting on his
knees and crawling towards her, he placed his hands on her thighs and pushed
them apart where he grabbed her hand.� Lifting his eyes to hers, he held her
gaze intensely while pressing her own hand against her center. �Touch
yourself.�

Winry blinked, her brow arching
slightly as if the request was pointless and silly.� It wasn�t like she was
alone and had to resort to those means.� �Is�that what you want?�� She asked
unsure.

�Oh yes,� He slid her fingers up
and down her slit and swallowed hard.� �Do it.� He sounded firm but almost
desperate.

�All right then.� Winry sat up a
little more and spread her legs wider as Roy moved in closer his eyes riveted
on her hand.� She actually felt a little embarrassed doing this in front of
him.� She opened her fingers a little, curving her middle one slightly and
gently rubbing up and down her opening, gradually picking up a little speed and
then circled her finger around the little pearl of flesh where she rubbed a bit
harder.� She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back as liquid heat
glistened.� She pushed her finger into her core and thrust in and out, in and
out, panting, her blood heating.� A soft moan drifted from her parted lips as
she continued to arouse herself.

She felt him grab her hand and her
eyes snapped open and she lifted her head.� Winry found him closer than he had
been. About an inch away from between her legs, he brought her hand to his
mouth and closed his lips around her fingers.� Winry groaned feeling his tongue
dance about her digits, a very pleased sound came from the man and she felt her
chest tighten.� She then pulled her fingers from his mouth and he looked at
her.

�Again, do it again.� He demanded
moving even closer waiting as she placed her hand back against her femininity,
using more than just her middle finger this time as she had been wound up and
heated.� Roy bit his lower lip in frustration.�

Quickly she rubbed herself, her
fingers going between wet, slick folds, dipping in and out as she thrust her
hips against her hand, cries of bliss falling from her lips.� She barely felt Roy�s
hand on her thigh and him inching closer to her hand working herself over.�

�Harder,� he nearly shouted
thickly, and she seemed to comply.� Her erotic noises got louder as did her
breathing.� Roy couldn�t help the grin on his face watching and listening to
her.� �Ah fu--ck that�s so�� His heart was pounding; he was so completely hot
and hard.� He stretched forward, entranced by Winry�s motions.� Her scent
filled him, lulled and pulled him in.� He was so close, so close! �Stop!� He
grabbed Winry�s hand again and pushed it away from herself, and shoved his face
in between her thighs and she cried out as his mouth covering over her heated
core and his tongue pressing and probing in between moist folds, moving rapidly
in and out, licking, suckling, making her hotter, wetter.� His tongue sliding
up to flick against the small pearl of flesh there, making her writhe and shove
her hips against his mouth.� Roy gripped her hips, holding her down so he could
have control and get at her better.

�Uh�uh, s�stop I�m gonna�� She
grabbed hard at the blankets, holding with tight fingers.� He didn�t stop, no.
And Winry whimpered and tossed her head back.� Her vision blurred from the
intense amount of pleasure wracking her body, her mind going on shut down as he
continued to lap at her unyielding.� The only sounds from Roy, was the very
pleased hmms he was making, as if she were made of chocolate or some other
sweet.�

He wanted it, wanted all of it and
wouldn�t stop until� Winry cried out loudly as she stiffened and Roy was
rewarded with the very essence of her that he had been wanting, craving.� He
moaned loudly as she filled his mouth as he lapped up as much as he could.� She
jolted and shifted again.�

Quickly Roy lifted his head,
looking at her.� Did she realize how amazingly beautiful she was?� She was
staring up at the ceiling, her breasts heaving from her ascent.� He removed his
clothing as well as Winry�s skirt that had been bunched and wrinkled around her
waist and he slid up along her, making her feel every inch of his body pressing
so exquisitely against hers.� Roy hovered completely over her.� Gripping the
hem of her blouse he tugged it up, she sat up a little to assist him in taking
it off as well as her bra.

Winry, since she was close enough,
kissed him then.� She tasted the flavor of herself still lingering on his
tongue, his lips.� She groaned as she felt his hardened length pressing inside
her and then sliding slowly, inch by sweet inch, deep inside her.� Winry pulled
away from kissing him, her eyes closing in pleasure and her arms sliding around
his neck while clinging hard to him as Roy pressed her down on her back.�

He shifted his hips and Winry
groaned.� Roy loved these sounds, he loved the way she looked when he was
arousing and being inside her, making her feel so good.� His hands slid up her
arms and he threaded his fingers them with hers, pressing her hands back
against the bedding on either side of her head.� He lifted up a little watching
the heated expressions on her face while he continued to ground his hips into
hers, she squeezed his hands tightly with each thrust into her.

�Oh�oh.� Her lips parting, she
could feel him so entirely, so full inside her.� He was moving slowly but his
strokes were long, hard and deep and she felt her toes curling.� Her hands
tightened about his. �Uh� Roy� uh.�� She tightened her lips together and then
breathed in deeply through her nose.

�Hmm?� He stared down at her
flushed face, her swollen lips as he took them with his own, licking at hers
with his tongue and dipping in between as she opened to him.�

�Let go,� She panted, �of my
hands.�

Roy grinned, �No.� He held them
tighter as he thrust into her beautiful body and she made another noise, and he
drove a little faster into her and she gasped and moaned.� �Wrap your legs
around me.� He was also panting.� �Do it, and I�ll release your hands.� He
nuzzled his nose against her neck and thrust hard into her making a loud noise
of pleasure himself.

Her smooth legs wound around him,
and Roy felt himself sink in even deeper into her heat. �Yes�that�s so good.�
He said in her ear making her squeak as he plunged into her.� Releasing her
hands, he felt them move up into his hair, up and down his back and he hummed
in delight as she tightened her hold about him with all four limbs.

� This was for her, this night he
would please her so much that she would never want to let go.� Winry was his,
even when this would end.� She would still be his.� He would tell her so�that
he never wanted to let her go because he had been caught by her.� He didn�t
know how it happened or exactly when, but he, Roy Mustang was completely in
love with Winry Rockbell and if anyone tried to take her away from him�they
would suffer greater than they could possibly imagine, even if that person was
Edward Elric.

****

It was a beautiful night.�

Beneath twinkling stars of a cloud
free sky, the guests started arriving at the beautiful Grand Reception Hall in
Central�s Upper East Side, where the Harvest Ball was being held.� A beautiful
red carpet with gold trim led up the wide stone steps of the Reception hall and
leading in between wood and stained glass doors that stood two men in dark,
fancy suits and hats who would take invitations.

Music filled the air.� Inside, the
room was a flutter of women in beautiful gowns and jewels, men in handsome dark
and light suits.� Members of the military were dressed in their finest dress
uniforms of a rich navy blue, gold buttons and other finery.� It was an option
to wear either a dress suit or their dress uniform.� Most female members of the
military opted to wear instead of another uniform a beautiful gown.� Even Riza
Hawkeye decided to arrive in a lovely gown rather than a dress uniform.��

Riza�s gown was black velvet and
strapless hugging her generous curves attractively.� It wasn�t too showy of a
gown, but very classy.� Her hair tonight was styled down in a swirl resting
over one shoulder.� Small dark studs fit in her ears.� She did look really
elegant.� Beneath her gown she wore a gun holster with her gun strapped to her
thigh.� She was a woman that was always prepared.��

Glancing around the room, Riza
noticed Maes who was in a dress uniform standing with his wife Gracia who was
looking quite lovely in a gown pale green that resembled jade.� They were
standing with the Colonel who was looking about the room of guests.� Maes was
talking to him and pointing out certain members of the military in high
political standing.� She walked over to them.�

Waiters dressed in crisp red
walked around carrying trays of the finest champagne, and hors d'oeuvres.� This
was truly an event to be commented on months after it was over.�

The floor was filled with dancing
couples, and groups of friends and associates talking and laughing.�

Scieszka stepped out of the taxi.�
She lifted the hem of her violet princess styled gown, with thick straps that
seemed to feather over her shoulders.� Sparkles glittered from her heart shaped
velvet bodice that seemed to enhance her bosom attractively.� The skirt of her
gown was made of a fine, soft silk. She had her hair pinned up on one side and
held there with a matching violet flower hairpin.� She looked very lovely and
actually felt like a princess.� She turned and waited for Winry who looked a
little nervous.

Stepping out of the taxi, Winry
stood there staring up in awe at the amazing building.� Her gown was
pearlescent white, picking up several different colors of pinks, purples, blues,
depending on her angle or the way the light was shining on her.� Her bodice was
hugging her curves and the skirt flared out a tiny bit at her hips and hung
down against her ankles.� Thin spaghetti straps of stringed pearls went over
her shoulders and crossed in the back.� Her long blonde hair was swept up in a
French twist and held there with several pearl tipped straight hairpins.� A few
lightly curled tendrils hung down against her neck and also framed her face.

The two of them walked up the
steps and approached the doormen, where Scieszka presented them with her
invitation.�

�And this is my guest.� Scieszka
said with a smile.

�Enjoy the evening, ladies.� The
door man on the right replied with slight nod.

Scieszka and Winry went inside.�
They stared in awe at the beauty that surrounded them.� A large chandelier of
large and small crystals hung from the highest point in the room, bathing it in
bright light.� The orchestra was set up on a stage to the left down on the main
floor.� A staircase was just ahead of them.

�Wow.� said a familiar voice
behind them.

�I second that wow.� said another.

Both Scieszka and Winry turned
around to see Havoc and Fuery standing there with appreciative expressions.

�You girls look lovely.� Jean said
with a smile.

Fuery cleared his throat. �They
look like ladies tonight, Jean.� No one would mistake them for just girls.� He
said with a kind smile.

Smiling, Winry nodded with
appreciation.� �You two look rather nice yourselves.�

�You shouldn�t flatter Jean too
much, Winry.� Scieszka said with a smirk, �He�ll get a big head.�

Winry laughed, �I don�t think
he�ll do that.� Will ya, Mr. Havoc?� She saw him shrug and she laughed.

Jean tugged proudly on his dress
uniform coat.� �Did you two just arrive?� I just did.�

�I�m waiting for my date.� She�s
in the Ladies Room.� Kain said proudly which had Havoc turn and face him in
shock.

�When did you find a date?� Jean
sighed, �You told me that you couldn�t find one and that since we both couldn�t
we should just hang out together and try to romance some ladies there.�

Kain rubbed the back of his head
nervously while laughing uncomfortably.� �Yeah, well, I lucked out at the last
minute.�

With Jean grumbling, he crossed
his arms over his chest.� This was no time to be pouting! He was sure to find a
lovely single woman here.� He turned to the girls.� �How about I escort you
ladies into the ball?� He asked with a gentlemanly bow.

�Uh�� Winry thought it was very
sweet, but Scieszka answered for her.

�That would be very nice.�
Scieszka said with a smile.� She had wanted to come with Vato Falman, but even
that man had a date.� She had brought it up casually to him asking if he was
even going. And he said he was ant that he had a date, a pretty girl too! How
was that possible?� The man doesn�t seem to attract many women because he�s�so
well� boring wasn�t the right word, because Scieszka never thought he was
boring.� She had always tried her hardest to get the man�s attention.� She even
went as far as to loudly brag about her date with Travin Walker but that dang
Falman didn�t even so much as flinch or look in her direction.� Was he that
oblivious to her feelings!?

Both the girls looped their arms
around Havoc�s as he offered them, and they descended the stairs together.�

Jean looked proudly as he held the
arms of two lovely ladies, several couples turned and looked at him and he
could tell they started gossiping quietly amongst themselves.� Maybe this would
get him noticed! Finally, it wouldn�t just be all the Colonel! He�d finally
have�

�Couldn�t get a date, eh, Havoc?� Breda
said with loud laughter.� �So had to resort to the Bookworm and� Elric�s girl,
eh?� He laughed harder, making Havoc�s face turn red in anger as well as
embarrassment.

Winry�s eyes narrowed. �So who are
you here with, Mr. Breda?� She asked and he just stared blankly at her.�
�That�s what I thought.�

�Ha-ha, you�re pretty feisty, Miss
Rockbell.� Breda said with a grin.� �Of course you probably have to be, to put
up with Elric.� He snickered.

�Oh quiet you, what do you know?�
Jean started talking to his friend who often teased him to know end.� �I walked
in with two ladies while I see you have none.� He smirked.� �Beat that��

Brenda snickered, �Don�t ya know
it/s not who you come in with, it�s who you leave with?� I bet you won�t leave
with either one of these ladies.�

�All right, you�re on!� I�ll bet
you a week�s wages that I�ll leave with at least one lady tonight, and it won�t
necessarily be either one of these.�� He gestured to Winry and Scieszka.

Rolling her eyes, Scieszka grabbed
Winry�s arm and started dragging her away.� �Those two can get so annoying.��
She said.�

They stopped to talk to another
couple that Scieszka knew.

Feeling like someone was watching
her, Winry turned her head and scanned the crowd.� She felt her cheeks heat at
the fact that it was Roy who was looking right at her from the other side of
the room.� How did she manage to find him in all these people, of course how
did he manage to find her?

�Ooh!� There�s Lieutenant Colonel
Hughes with his wife Gracia, and Lieutenant Hawkeye who actually looks feminine
and pretty!� Oh my goodness I wouldn�t have recognized her at all.� Colonel
Mustang is there as well.� Scieszka sounded sly looking over at her Winry whose
face gave away nothing to what the girl could possibly be feeling. �There�s
also Falman, too.� At that name she sounded a little shy and Winry turned to
her, looking at her with both her blonde brows arched.� �What, Winry?� She
could feel heat rising to her cheeks at that very look she was getting from her
friend.

Winry giggled, �oh�nothing.�� It
sounds like someone has a crush.� She snickered quietly to herself.

�Oh come on.� Scieszka was smiling
as she dragged Winry over to the very people she just mentioned.� �Good
evening.�

Maes turned around at the greeting
and recognizing the woman�s voice.� �Good evening, ladies.� Don�t you two look
nice,� He said with praise.� �Are you enjoying yourselves?�

�I am.� Scieszka said with a
smile, looking over at Falman who had a pretty red head on his arm.� �Oh��
she thought with disappointment but kept a bright smile on her face.

�It�s all right.� Winry replied.�
�I�m usually not one to go to these kindsa things.�� She purposely kept her
eyes off of Roy who was across from her.� She really wanted to look at him more.�
From across the room he had looked so nice and perfect here amongst all these
fancy people.

�Have you had a dance partner
yet?� Gracia asked Winry.

Winry shook her head, �No, but
that�s okay.� I might trip and embarrass myself.� She said uncomfortable.� She
couldn�t help it, her eyes had minds of their own and drifted over to Roy, who
had been looking at her but quickly averted his eyes to the right.

�What do you think Edward would do
if he saw you looking so nice?� Maes asked Winry and the girl laughed.

�He probably wouldn�t notice.�
Winry said with a laugh.� �Or if he did, he�d probably wonder where the real me
went.� Not that I care what he says about how I look.�

Winry looked towards the floor, taking
a deep breath.� Her eyes widened slightly at the sound of someone coming
towards them.� Looking up she found a fine looking slightly older gentleman and
on his arm was a woman that made Winry cringe openly and then her eyes narrowed
bitterly.

�Are you enjoying this fine
evening?� The man said, his voice was very deep.� His hair was cut short and
stylish and parted on the side.� There were a few lines of age in his
attractive face.� Winry figured the man was in his late thirties or possibly
early forties.

Maes cleared his throat and
gestured to the man.� �This is Major General Kristoff Houser. He�s one of the
right hands of Fuehrer Bradley himself.� He said looking pointedly at Roy,
whose eyes narrowed in thought before turning towards the man and saluting.

�It�s an honor to finally meet you,
Major General Houser.� Roy said in his formal salute.

Houser waved it off with a smile.�
�No need for formalities here, this is a party.�� He looked at the stars and
stripes on the young man�s dress uniform. �Colonel. Everyone.�� Gesturing to
the lady on his arm with his left hand, he said.� �This is my escort, Aurora
Walker.�

�We�ve met.� Roy said flatly.

Aurora smiled beautifully, �It is
quite a privilege to be around you fine people and on such a beautiful night.�
She reached up and lightly touched her form fitting silk bodice that wrapped
around her breasts.

Winry felt sick, but she looked up
at the Major General and pointed with a grin.� �Automail!�� She felt everyone
turn towards her and she felt her cheeks heat.�

Houser�s brow arched in
amusement.� �I beg your pardon, Miss?�

Clearing her throat uncomfortably,
�Sorry, I didn�t mean to point.� She lowered her hand, �But you have Automail.�

The older man was impressed, �How
do you know?�� Houser looked at the young woman in awe.

Winry smiled prettily, �I can hear
it and the subtle difference in the way you walk is a sure fire indication that
you are using Automail.�� She put her fingers to her chin and popped out her
hip in concentration.� �Both of your legs, sir.�

�My dear, you are absolutely
correct.� Houser replied.� He dropped Aurora�s arm and took the few steps
towards the young blonde girl.� �Tell me, what is your name and how do you know
this?�

�I�m Winry Rockbell.� I�ve been
around Automail my entire life and I make it too.�

Houser laughed, �Ah! No wonder you
know it so well.� To be able to notice it so quickly like that.� It�s an
amazing talent you have.�� He reached out and grabbed her hand.� �Come, you
must share a dance with me.� And before the girl had time to protest he had
dragged her towards the dance floor.� Aurora pouted and turned away, heading to
the bar.

Hawkeye excused herself to the
Ladies Room and Gracia went with her, and that left Maes and Roy alone since
Scieszka went off to pout somewhere as Falman had taken to the dance floor with
his date.�

Maes and Roy were keeping a firm
watch on Houser and Winry on the floor, the man was a little rough in his
movements and it seemed like Winry was tossed about haphazardly about the floor,
at times she looked nervous.

�I feel a tad sorry for the
Rockbell girl.� Roy said, his eyes narrowing harshly on Houser.� His fist
curled tightly at his side in extreme irritation.� �Look at how stiff and rough
Houser moves.�

Maes snickered, �One of us should
go rescue her.� It should probably be me.� He crossed his arms over his chest.

�You shouldn�t trouble yourself,
Maes.� I can do it.� Roy said after a brief pause, and the other man turned to
him.

This would be an opportunity for a
chance for Roy to become Winry�s friend.� �You know, Roy.� That sounds like a
fine idea.� Riza has some crazy ideas lately and the stuff she�s been saying.�
He laughed lightly.� �Quite frankly it�s ridiculous.�

�Really, and what has Hawkeye been
saying?� Roy said, keeping his eyes firmly on Winry, but wanting to know
exactly what has been being said.� Winry looked absolutely breathtaking that it
was hard to keep his eyes off of her.� He couldn�t bring any attention to
himself over her, but this was a ball and there would really be no harm in
spending a little bit of time with her in front of people, at least on the
dance floor.� Perhaps he could have her meet him out back, some where private
where he could give her the proper attention she really deserves.

�Riza has some crazy idea that you
are behaving inappropriately with Winry.� Maes shook his head in disbelief.�
�Ridiculous isn�t it?� You two haven�t even spent a lot of time in each other�s
presence.�

Roy snorted lightly, but never
really answered.� Maes must have taken that as a laugh at how ridiculous the
idea sounded.� That woman was a lot more observant than she let on.� He�d have
to be on alert around her a lot more.

�You�d never do anything low like
that, Roy, would ya?� I can�t see you taking advantage of a young girl waiting
for her friends. � Maes turned an amused grin to his friend.� �There are plenty
of other ladies out there for you and won�t make you feel guilty every time you
glance at her.� She�s far too young for you that it would be frowned upon by
most people of society.� And besides, she�d never go for��

�Yes, you�ve made your point,
Maes.� There�s no need to go into it further.� Roy replied, cutting him off
quickly before the man said too much and tried to back him into a corner of
confessions. �Which would never happen, Roy was much too clever to fall for
something like that.

Maes clapped Roy on the shoulder,
�You should ask Winry to dance.� I think she could use a more elegant partner.�
And you two might be able to be friends the more time you spend around one
another. This would be a good opportunity to talk to her a little.�

�Indeed.� Roy walked away from
Maes and towards Winry and Houser.� �If that ass doesn�t get his hands off
her right now�� he threatened quietly to himself approaching the pair.�

The dance had come to an end and a
new melody started playing.� Roy could see Houser asking Winry for another
one.� Never! He calmly approached them and Winry saw him over Houser�s shoulder
and her eyes widened slightly.� Tapping the man on the shoulder, Roy cleared
his throat.� �Might I have this dance with the young lady?�

Houser nodded once and dropped
Winry�s hand and stepped away from her, �By all means.� He bowed once to Winry
and turned and walked away.

Roy with a slight smile on his face,
very elegantly bowed to Winry. He saw heat brush her cheeks.� �May I?�

Winry felt her heart start to race
just a little bit more, and she gave a quick nod and she was instantly in his
arms, taking her proper frame.� His hand around her waist squeezed lightly.�
�Are you sure this is all right? What if someone sees?� She asked quietly.

�This is a dance, Winry.� Everyone
regardless of age or station can dance with anyone.� It�s in the rules.� He
said smoothly as he twirled her about the dance floor.� Winry�s smile was
making him feel much better now.� He hated seeing that other man with her and
touching her.� It had made him see violent red.� �So, am I a much better
partner than that idiot?�

Winry laughed and nodded.� �Oh
yes.�

He twirled her out and then
smoothly pulled her back into him.� �Don�t laugh and smile too much, or others
will think you�re having a good time with me.� Roy said with barely a smile.�

Sure it might not be expressed
outwardly that he was enjoying this, but Winry could see it in his eyes.� She
gasped as she felt his hand move down and rest on her tailbone rather close to
where he shouldn�t be touching in public.� �Roy.� She said warningly.

He laughed quietly and moved his
hand back up into much safer territory.� �No one�s watching.� Roy looked up for
a moment at all the guests as pulled her just a little bit closer and no one
was paying attention.� Not even Hawkeye who was engaged in conversation with
Falman, the man�s date and Gracia.

�This is one of the times that I
wished that you were just a little bit older.� Roy said with slight
disappointment.� �I wouldn�t have to hide how much I enjoy how elegant and
lovely you look.�

Winry smiled glancing over his
shoulder as they seemed to move in perfect sync about the dance floor.� She was
actually glad she got those brief lessons now, even if she might end up
stepping on a toe or two before the night is over.

Taking a look at all the open
Terrace doors, Roy let out a frustrated breath.� �Don�t look, but in fifteen
minutes leave through the last set of open doors on the right side of the
Hall.� I want to spend some private time with you.�

�Are you sure that�s a smart thing
to do? So many people, it�s a big risk.� Winry swallowed hard as he twirled her
around and she caught glimpse of where he wanted her to go.

He smiled so light that it was
barely noticeable if one wasn�t watching him for it.� �I�m willing to risk it.�

Winry�s pulse raced even faster
and it felt as if her heart was hammering hard against her breast, wanting to
burst out.� �All right.�

�That�s the girl we were telling
you about.� Aurora said to Houser, who was at the bar watching Rockbell.

Houser nodded, �And how old did
you say she was?�

Aurora smirked, �Fifteen, why, you
surprised?�

With a short laugh, Houser rested
his hip against the bar.� �Not at all, in fact, I rather like the idea.�

Taking a relaxing breath, Aurora
headed away from him and approached Lieutenant Hawkeye, saying one simple
phrase, �I�d stick close to them if I were you.� She kept on walking, slowly.�

Riza stiffened, �Who?�

�You know who.� Aurora�s tone was
sneaky as she continued on her way towards the Ladies Room.

Turning around, Riza wondered what
that woman was getting at.� Her eyes fell on the Colonel and Miss Rockbell who
were on the dance floor and her eyes narrowed.� Could she be talking about
them?� She had to be.� Who else could it be?� The suspicions crawling back into
her mind.� What was going on between those two, what did that Aurora Walker
know?

The dance ended and Roy and Winry
separated.

Winry approached the bar and the
bartender looked up.� �Could I get a lime and soda-water, please?�

�No problem, Miss.�� The bartender
started making up her order.�

Looking over at Houser, Winry
nodded a hello and the man walked over.� �Thanks for the dance earlier, that
was nice of you.�

�Well, Miss Rockbell. I had wanted
to talk to you.� You seem to know quite a lot about Automail.� I�ve been using
it for the past fifteen years.� Houser leaned forward and rested his arms on
the bar.

�Have you had much maintenance
done?� Winry asked, while looking up into his gray eyes

He shook his head, �No, I keep it
in pretty good condition.� But I could use a brand new set.� This stuff I
notice is getting really old compared to what I see nowadays.� I hear you�re
only fifteen and a prodigy.�

Winry laughed uncomfortably.�
�Well I wouldn�t necessarily say that.� Although, I am pretty good almost the
best in the whole country.� I guess it helps when you really like what you�re
doing because you�re always testing and working on making it better.�� She
looked up as the bartender handed her, her drink.� �It was nice talking to you
again, Sir.� And she bowed her head lightly in respect and walked away.

Scieszka had searched everywhere
for Winry and decided to poke about outside.� She found her a bit away from the
door, leaning on the beautiful marble sculpted railing and looking up at the
twinkling stars.� �Winry?�

She smiled at Scieszka�s voice.�
�Yeah, what is it?�

Stepping up beside her, Scieszka
also leaned on the railing, folding her hands she glanced down at them.� �I
have something to tell�to ask you, and I would like an honest answer.�� She
tilted her head slightly, before looking at her, finding Winry�s profile; the
girl�s brow was crinkled. �I�ve known something for some time now, a�at least a
month.� I have to know, Winry�� She sighed, closing her eyes.� �Are you in love
with Colonel Mustang?�

Winry turned sharply, her blue
eyes wide and her mouth dropping open in shock.� �W�what?�� Her heart thundered.

Scieszka smiled lightly, �I saw
you and him together once, and I didn�t do anything to get in the way because
you are my friend.� And you seemed so happy; I�ve never seen you like this.�
Tonight, I was watching you two on the dance floor and I just got this feeling
that you two are�really close and not just friends or having a torrid love
affair. They way you look at eachother is different and� So please tell me, are
you in love with him?�

She leaned forward and placed her
forehead on her hands.� Winry couldn�t believe it. Scieszka had seen them?� She
knew and didn�t say anything?� She kept their secret.� If it would have been
anyone else, there�s no doubt it would have been made public immediately.�
�Scieszka�� Winry swallowed hard, it felt like her throat was closing up.�
�Of�of course I don�t�I mean�how could I?� He�s�and I�m�and we� Oh, I don�t
know.� She groaned.� �God, Scieszka, I don�t know.� She cried squeezing her
eyes tightly.

Her light smile grew into an
affectionate bigger one, and Scieszka looked out at the stars.� �It�s okay if
you do.�� I know you don�t want to let your feelings go and admit that perhaps
there is something more there.�

�I didn�t plan on this, Scieszka,
I really didn�t.� Winry shook her head wildly back and forth. ��One day it was
like I hated him and now�I know it�s not hate.� I don�t know if I ever really
did hate him.� I was just so angry and bitter, looking for someone to blame�and
I found the one I thought was responsible for my suffering.� But the more time I
spent with him�the more I realized that it wasn�t him that was to blame.� I
started to like him for who he is, tainted man inside and all that goes with
it. His arrogance, conceit, tragedy, sorrow, his kindness and affection�there
are so many different sides to him that no one ever sees because he doesn�t
show it.�

�He�s obviously shown you.�
�Winry, my dear friend,� Scieszka slipped her arm around Winry�s shoulders.�
�You got to know him, didn�t you?�

Winry nodded, �So much.�

�Winry, I am here to help you the
best I can.� Scieszka stared at her fingers.� �I am going to keep your secret,
because I believe in you.�� If I didn�t think he was good to you I�d blow the
whistle on him.� He�s been known to flop from woman to woman.� But he hasn�t so
much as looked in another woman�s direction for quite awhile, and now I know
why.� Think about what he could possibly mean to you.� You owe it to yourself
to figure out the truth of your own heart.�� She squeezed her friend against
her, before letting Winry loose and turned and walked away, back inside to let
her think.�

Winry stared downwards, at the
concrete below thinking about what Scieszka had said.� She heard something tap
the stone next to her and she turned her head in that direction.� She
straightened up immediately at seeing Roy standing there in the darkened
shadows of the Reception Hall.� He gestured towards his direction with a slight
nod of his head and he walked further out of sight.� He must have thrown
something to get her attention.

She followed after him.

This was a nice little corner, the
music she could hear it coming from inside as it lightly fluttered out around
her.� �Roy?� She whispered.� �Are you�?�

�Here.� He said, appearing right
beside her.

She turned quickly and almost
crashed into his warm body, his arms were instantly around her and she was
pulled tightly against him.� Winry felt his lips on her cheek and the side of
her head and she tilted her head up, her eyes finding his in the dark, only the
stars and the moon above provided the breathtaking light that seemed to make
this moment utterly perfect as if it were only for them.

The soft music was pretty and
slow, a really romantic piece.

�This is a nice melody, so how
about a private dance?� He asked her quietly.

Winry smiled, �There�s not a lot
of room here,� she replied.

�Not that kind of dance. This
kind�� He wrapped one arm around her waist and held her against him.� His
other hand cupped around hers where he pulled her arm up against his chest.�
�Now, just sway a little, move your feet from side to side.�� Roy held her
close and she started moving unsure, so he moved with her.� �There, that�s it.�
Nice.� He pressed his chin against her temple and closed his eyes, breathing in
the scent of her and memorizing every inch of her pressed so wonderfully
against him.� He enjoyed this too much and she meant everything to him.� When
did that happen?� He never thought that something like this possible, that he
would lose his heart to this young lady swaying in his arms.�� He didn�t want this
to end, he wanted to hold her close like this and never let go.

She pressed closer to him, losing
herself in this beautiful feeling.� She lifted her head and he tilted his
downward, staring into her eyes.� Did she� �Do I love him?� Winry closed
her eyes, burying her face into his chest.� He smelled so good, and he felt so
wonderful.� Had she really lost her heart to this man?� Was she really afraid
of what she could possibly feel?� Her heart pounded as she thought more and
more about this.� She had seen who he really was and not always the confident
mask that he exudes.� She wanted to be here, she wanted to stay with him.� She
could have left when she knew where Ed and Al were, but no, she chose to stay.�
It made her happy to stay.� She felt joy and rapture whenever she was beside
him, even if it was just sitting and talking, or accidentally meeting up in
public during the day where all that would pass between each other were fond
looks and hidden smiles behind pretty eyes.� She worried over his safety and
she didn�t need to do any of this�but it was what she wanted to do.� �I�m
sorry, Ed�but I think I do.� No, I know I am in love with him.� I love Roy
Mustang.�

Winry stared up into his obsidian
eyes, so beautiful and so intensely staring into her own.� Roy leaned closer,
pressing his lips to hers in a soft feathering kiss.� �Yes, yes I do!�

======

Well that�s it for this chapter/episode.�� I hoped you all
liked it and that it was lovely and romantic.� It was so sweet!

Thanks for reading!

Ryoko Blue
- 18
- 19
- 20
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Feel Me, Shame Me, Heal Me