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Descent

Chapter Forty-Three

Consummation

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Al was
aware of his surroundings before he opened his eyes.� He knew he was inside, and that there were
people around him.� It wasn�t just the
fact that he could hear their footsteps against the wooden floor, or the
shifting of their bodies; it wasn�t even the fact that he could hear them
breathing.�

He could feel them�feel their presence�and it was
very acute, just like when he�d first gotten his body back.� Al felt as if he�d been deprived of all his
senses for a long time and now, finally, he�d gotten them back; yet it was more
than all of that.� It was as if he was one
interwoven piece of everything and everything was contained inside of his
singular existence.

All is
one, and one is all.

The
phrase had such a deeper meaning to him at the moment than it ever could have. �

And
then... it was gone.�

The
awareness was gone and he felt as he always had.

Slowly,
Al opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling.� He blinked once, twice, then
on the third time a worried face filled his view.� Long, golden hair streamed down and lightly
tickled his cheek.

He smiled
softly.� �Am I dead?� he croaked,
beginning the banter that would end up with him calling her an angel and her
firmly denying it, then instantly realized that was not the right thing to say
as her face screwed up and great tears gathered in Winry�s eyes.� She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed
tightly.

�Don�t
even joke about it...� she whispered,
and he could hear the tears in her voice.

�Sorry...�
he murmured guiltily.� He wanted to wrap
his arms around her, but she was holding him in a way that his arms were pinned
to his sides.� When she finally let go,
Al sat up and inspected himself, then took note of his surroundings�one of the
rooms at the Rockbell house�before looking up at her and asking, �What
happened?�

�Why
don�t you tell us?� a male voice said.

Al looked
away from Winry to the opposite end of the room where Russell was standing in a
corner with his arms crossed.

�I...� Al
began, then looked down at his gloved hands and frowned.� He�d gone after Winry, and then there were
those men... then... �He could recall the
rage and...� Like a hammer slamming
against his head, it hit him.� He felt
the blood rush from his cheeks and nausea gathered in the pit of his stomach.� �That man...� he whispered.

�He�s
still alive,� Russell said flatly, almost in displeasure.� �I�ve hidden him somewhere.� When he wakes we can get some information out
of him.� The rest of the men are dead.�

Al looked
up.� �Dead?�� How could they be
dead, Al wondered.� He�d only knocked out
the ones he�d fought...

�He
killed them...� Winry said softly.� Al
turned to look at her and he could see disapproval and horror mixed in her
features.

�I did
what I had to,� Russell said simply.�
�You should be thanking me.�� To
that, Winry swallowed and looked down at her hands.�

Al looked
at Russell and said, �The other man...��
His voice caught in his throat and he couldn�t continue because he
knew... he knew that the man couldn�t
possibly be alive.� He knew that
because...

�He�s
been asleep since whatever you did to him,� Russell said nonchalantly.� �We�ll have to kill him after we question
him.�� By the tone of his voice, it was
as if he was suggesting they take a walk or read a book; nothing out of the
ordinary, nothing to suggest they would stop another person from existing.

�He�s
already dead...� Al whispered, then hunched his shoulders in and squeezed his
eyes shut.� Confused visions of being
inside the man�s mind swirled around him and he could see himself, driven by
rage and by some primitive urge, driving the sword down into the soldier...

�He�s
still breathing,� Russell stated flatly.�
�I know when people are alive and when they�re dead.�

�No...�
Al whispered.� He clutched the blankets
tightly in his fists.� �He...� Maybe his body is still alive, but he is dead.� He�ll never wake up...��

Al felt
sick.� He�d killed someone...� He�d let
the rage and the pain take over and he�d used his alchemy�his array�to destroy someone.�
That man�s mind was empty, his soul was gone.� All that was left was the life in the
body.� The organs worked, and the heart
still pumped blood, but... but, when it came right down to it, that man was
dead.

�That�s...
unfortunate...� Russell said slowly, and Al opened his eyes and looked up at
him to see that he was being inspected very closely.� Russell looked thoughtful for a moment, then said, �You know, they�re going to find out what
happened.� You can�t hide it
forever.� They�ll find out we killed
those men, and then we�ll be arrested and put to death; that is, unless you
agree to work with that pale slug that�s in charge here.� I�m sure he�d love to make a deal with you.��
Al couldn�t miss the contempt in Russell�s voice when he spoke of
Archer.

�Al
didn�t kill anyone!� Winry said sharply.�
�Maybe you should leave!� This could have been handl��

�Winry,�
Al said, cutting her off.� �I...� he
glanced at her, then looked down at his hands.� He turned them so that he could see the
arrays drawn on the gloves, and the desire to rip them from his hands and throw
them across the room filled him.� �I
killed that man.� I was... inside of him�inside
his head.�� I used my alchemy to put part of my soul
into him and I... I...�� He couldn�t continue.� He felt too ashamed.� Al squeezed his hands together and closed his
eyes tightly, but opened them when he felt hands on his.� He looked up at Winry and saw concern in her
eyes.�

�We�ll
work something out,� she said and petted his hand.� She continued in an almost desperate tone.� �Don�t worry, Al.� That man is still breathing, so he can�t really be dead, right?� But we know he killed the other ones...

�Didn�t
you hear me, woman?� Russell said angrily.�
�Didn�t you hear him?� The man is dead.� All
the men are dead.� He�s just as guilty as
I am.� If you think they won�t find out,
that they won�t come for us, you�re stupider than I thought.� We have to leave�tonight... tomorrow morning
at the latest.�

Winry
grabbed onto Al�s hands and pulled them to her chest before burying her face
into them.� �No...� she murmured, and Al
pulled them away so that he could wrap them around her shoulders.� �Please don�t go...� she sobbed into his
chest as he held her tightly.�
�Please...�� He held her tightly
and reached up with one hand to pet her hair.�

�We
shouldn�t leave tonight,� Al said, looking up at the window.� It wasn�t dark yet, but it looked to be late
in the day; and, by the time they got everything together, it would be
dark.� �It will look more suspicious if
we leave tonight, and it will be more dangerous because of the curfew.�� He looked at Russell and, knowing what the
answer would be, he asked, �Where were you thinking we should go?�

�The
People�s Army can protect you,� Russell said simply.

�No!�
Winry exclaimed, moving away from Al to glare furiously at Russell.

�Maybe
you would prefer him to be captured by the military?� Russell said snidely.� �I�m sure they�d treat him real nice.�

Winry
stood and pointed at him.� �This is all your
fault!� We were fine until you came!�

�MY fault?� Russell said mockingly.� �Who was it who wanted to be independent and
didn�t want anyone to protect her when she went out?�

When Al
saw the stricken look on Winry�s face, he got off the bed and held up his
hands.� �That�s enough, both of
you!�� They looked at him, and he rubbed
his eyes with his hands.� �Look... what
if we went to Central?� I�ve been
planning on going there anyway.�

�Great
idea,� Russell said sarcastically.�
�Let�s go directly to the military�s main city of operations.� Why didn�t I think of such a brilliant plan?�

Al
dropped his hands and looked at Russell blandly.� �Okay, you have a point,� he conceded, then
sighed and sat on the bed.�

Would it
be better to leave Rizembool for a time?�
Probably.�
Mostly likely it wouldn�t take the military too long to figure
everything out.� Should he go to the
People�s Army for sanctuary?� That was
the hard question.� He could probably
stay on the run or live in a secluded spot for an indefinite amount of time,
but...

He looked
up at Winry, then to Russell.� �I�m not
joining the People�s Army,� he stated firmly.�
�But...�� He looked at Winry.� �If they�ll hide me and protect me for a
time...�� Winry�s lips trembled and fresh
tears appeared in her eyes.� �If they�ll protect
me, then I�ll go,� Al finished quietly.

�They
will,� Russell said confidently.

Tears
spilled over onto Winry�s cheeks and Al said, still with his gaze on Winry,
�Russell, would you leave us alone for a while?�� The only answer was the sound of Russell�s
boots on the floor behind him, then the sound of the door closing.�

�Winry...�
Al said softly, then reached over and grabbed her hand to pull her to the bed.� �He�s right.�
It�s dangerous for me to be in Rizembool now.�

�No, he�s
wrong,� she said stubbornly.� �If you
leave now, then you�ll look like you�re guilty!�

�I am guilty,� he said wretchedly, guiding
her to sit on the bed next to him.�
Memories of what had happened threatened to invade his mind, and he
roughly shoved them away.� He couldn�t
think of that, couldn�t think of what he�d done.� Not now.�
Right now he had to think of surviving.�
He didn�t have time to greave or wallow in self-pity.�

�And even
if I wasn�t,� he continued, �I wouldn�t put it past Archer to find a way to
blame it on me.�� Al hugged her close, then began rubbing her back as she cried.� Suddenly a thought occurred to him and he
froze in horror.� �What if he sent those
soldiers out to get you?� What if he wanted something like this to happen...?� He�ll know, Winry.� He�ll know.�

She
pulled away from him and stared at him fearfully.� �Do you really think they came because of
him?�

�I don�t
know... but it�s a good chan�� he began.

�Let me
come with you,� she cut in suddenly.

He stared
at her in shock.� �What?�

�Let me
come with you,� Winry repeated.� �I don�t
want to be separated from you.� I don�t
want to wait, not knowing if you�re okay, or wondering if you�ll ever come
back.� I just... I can�t...�

�You
can�t come,� Al said, shaking his head.�
�It could be dangerous.�

�And it�s not dangerous here?� she asked incredulously.� He let out a sound of exasperation, stood up,
and walked toward the window.� The sun
was low in the horizon and at the perfect angle to shine directly in his
eyes.� He turned his back to the window
and faced her.�

�You were
attacked because of me.� You said so
yourself that you were probably safer without me near you.� I think you�ll be safer if I left you here.�

�But��
she began and stood up.� She was getting
ready to argue the point, but he lifted his hand to silence her.

�Do you
think I want to leave you?� he
breathed in frustration.� �I... I need you, Winry.� You are my life; my everything.� I need you like I need air.�� He paused.�
�But I also need to know that you�re safe.� I did what I did today because of my desire to
protect you.� I... I can�t go knowing that I�m leading you into a more dangerous
situation.� Please...�� The last word was
a plea for her to understand.

She stood
there for a moment as if trying to decide if she should argue the point or not,
then finally sat heavily on the bed in defeat.�
�Okay...� she whispered.� �Okay,
but... please... promise me you�ll come back...�

He sat
down beside her and wrapped his arms around her.� �I�ll come back.� I promise.�

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Ed
flopped down on the bed and closed his eyes.�
His first �real� day doing Roy�s
job had been exhausting, yet good at the same time.� He�d been out of the office for almost four
hours for his �birthday lunch� which had more been like a �birthday feast�.

But more
than the food, it had been fun�something
Ed hadn�t really had much of recently.�
There had been a lot of joking and laughter along with all the
food.� It was strange to see all of the
officers out of the job setting.� Sure,
he�d talked to them outside of work, but it had been because of work or
something that involved work.

Ed smiled
as he remembered how they�d all been so relaxed.� Breda flirted with his girlfriend whenever
she came to bring them something, and she, in turn, flirted with both Havoc and
Falman in a way that made Ed think it was part of some inside joke.� Hawkeye had chatted everyone up on the newest
assortment of camping supplies available�apparently she loved camping and
hunting�and Ed noticed that Havoc seemed a little more friendly toward her than
he was used to seeing.� In fact, if Ed
didn�t know better, he�d guess that Havoc had some sort of crush on Hawkeye; which
was completely absurd, but there it was.

He sighed
and opened his eyes.� The only thing that
would have made it better would have been to have Roy there.�
Doctor Knox had said the military couldn�t keep information about Roy secret for too much
longer without it becoming a big deal, so he waited and hoped.� Sure, he knew the other officers were working
to find out any information they could, but...�

Ed closed
his eyes again and yawned.� His only hope
was that when the military did release information on Roy, it wouldn�t be to say that he was dead.

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Al looked
up from where he was closing his suitcase, and said slowly, �Say that...
again...�

�I want
to get married before you go,� Winry repeated from where she stood in the
doorway.

He only
stared at her as thoughts of guest lists and food swirled in his mind.� �I... don�t know that we�ll be able to get
everything put together by morning...� I
mean, how will everyone get here in time and��

�I don�t
care about all of that,� Winry interrupted walking fully into the room.� �I don�t care about all of that other stuff.�

�But...
it�s your wedding day, it�s... it�s supposed to be special, right?� Al said,
not sure what to say about this new development.� �We won�t be able to do anything special if
we get married so soon...�

�I talked
to granny and she called the mayor (1).�
He said that he could be here first thing in the morning to perform the
ceremony.�

�But... why?� Al asked, sitting down on his bed
and studying her.� �I mean, this isn�t
exactly the ideal time.�

She
looked down and threaded her fingers together.�
�Because...� she said softly, �I want you to have a reason to come back.� I want you to have family here...�

Standing
up, Al moved the suitcase to the floor, then scooted over and wrapped his arms
around her.� �You are my family, even if it�s not official.� Don�t worry, I�ll come back,� he
whispered.� �I promise.�� He could feel her body shaking slightly and
he held her close.�

�Please,
Al...� I don�t care about having a big
fancy wedding, all I want is you.� I just
want to have something to hold onto while you�re gone.�

He kissed
the top of her head and stepped back to see tears in her eyes.� Guilt flooded through him because, as much as
he was trying to give her reasons to wait, getting married now appealed very
much to his selfish side.� It meant that
she would be officially taken and that no one would be able to steal her away
from him while he was gone...

�Are you
sure?� he asked again.� �I don�t want you
to regret it later.�

�I�m
sure,� Winry said, wiping at her eyes.�
�I already have all the alterations done on the dress, so we have
everything we need.�

Then it
dawned on him.� �Eh... I don�t have all
the materials to make your ring...� Al mumbled, feeling like a complete loser.

�I have this ring,� she said, touching her
hand.� �I don�t need any other.�

�But, I
wanted you to have something really
nice,� he pressed.� He�d paid a lot of
attention to the wedding bands women wore since proposing, and he�d noticed
that most of them were very nice and usually quite expensive.� Not that the cost mattered to him.� He was an alchemist and he could simply make a ring of any design for
Winry.� All he needed were the right
materials.

She shook
her head.� �It�s not the ring that
matters.�� She held up her hand with the
ring he�d made for her out of the automail bolts.� �You made this ring for me out of love and
you used material from something else that I love.� I can�t imagine any other ring that would be
better than this one.�� She closed her
hand into a fist and held it to her chest.��
�

Al
breathed out slowly, then said, �Alright, let�s do it
tomorrow morning.�

She
smiled and hugged him tightly.� �I�ll go
let granny know,� she breathed in his ear.�
She moved to go, then stopped and took a gold earring out of each of her
ears and placed them in his hand.� �Will
you use those to make your ring?� she asked softly.� �So you�ll always have something of mine to
be with you...�

He looked
down at the two small hoop earrings, then held them
tightly in a fist.� �Of course...� he
said, then looked at her.� He was touched that she would think of it and,
on impulse, he gave her a kiss on the cheek.� She smiled, then
hurried out of his room.

With a
small sigh, Al sat down on his bed and stared down at the two earrings in
disbelief.� Tomorrow he would have a
wife; the start of his own family.� It
seemed so... unreal.� He felt elated;
yet, at the same time, he felt devastated.�
Tomorrow he�d be leaving his new wife as well...� Life just didn�t seem fair sometimes...

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Winry
sighed and turned over in her bed.� She
couldn�t sleep.� She�d been trying for
hours, but her mind was too busy.� All
she could think of was Al; Al leaving, Al going away to where the rebels were,
Al being caught by the military, Al killing that man without harming his body,
and her... being alone without him...

It was
enough to bring tears to her eyes.� She
wiped at them and tried hard not to cry.�
This was what was best, but it still hurt and she was still afraid...

A small
knock sounded on her door and she sat up in her bed.� She frowned, wondering who it could be.� The knock came again and she got out of bed
and started carefully toward the door.�
The room was lit softly by the moon outside, but the floor was still
pretty dark and she never really kept her room very tidy.

�Who is
it?� she whispered through the door.� If
it was Russell, she�d turn the lock on the doorknob and go back to bed.

�It�s
me,� came Al�s voice.

She
opened the door and whispered, �Al?�
What�� But
she didn�t get the chance to finish before Al was gently pushing his way inside
and shutting the door behind him.�

�Did I
wake you?� he asked, a small amount of concern in his voice, though Winry
didn�t think he sounded too sorry about the chance that he might have wakened
her.

�No,� she
said.� �But it is kind of late for you to
be here in my room...�� Winry wondered it
if it would be alright if she just grabbed him and held onto him for the rest
of the night.� After all, they were
getting married in the morning.� It
couldn�t be too improper, could it?

�Ah,
yeah, I know...� Al said, and he sounded embarrassed.� �I just... I couldn�t sleep... I keep
thinking about what happened and...�� He
trailed off, then shook his head and said, �I�ve also been thinking about
something other than that and thought I�d see what you thought so that�s why I
came here, but I can leave if you want.��
His voice continued to increase in nervousness and speed until she
almost couldn�t understand what he was saying.

She
yawned, then turned and started toward her bed.�
�Let�s sit down.�

After she
sat on her bed, Winry looked up at Al�s dark shape by the door.� He was too far away now to make out his
facial features in the darkness, but she could imagine the indecision playing
out on his face.� Finally he started
toward the bed, but before he got there, he yelped as something clattered on
the floor.

�Um, you
might want to step carefully...� she murmured, feeling a little embarrassed.

�Thanks
for the warning...� Al muttered, then sat down beside
her.

An uncomfortable
silence hung between them for a moment, then they both
spoke up at once, stopped at the same time, then laughed softly.

�You go
first,� Al said.

Winry
shook her head.� �No,
you.�

�Winry...�
Al said in a soft and playful, warning voice.

�Alphonse...�
she returned with a smile.

He shook
his head, then looked down.� She followed his gaze and saw that he was
holding the two earrings she had given him earlier.� �I�ve been thinking about this a lot,� he
said, indicating the earrings.� �I... I
don�t feel right changing the composition of these.� I mean, their look is part of what makes them
part of you.� I see them and I think of
you, but I don�t know if it would be as much so if I changed them into something
else...�

She
frowned, feeling slightly hurt.� �So...
you�re saying that you�re not going to use them?�

�That�s
not what I�m saying,� Al returned.� �I...
well... I�d like to keep them in their original shape...�� His voice trailed off and she waited.� He was obviously wanting
to say something, but was reluctant to as well.

�And...�
she urged.

�You
know, brother and I traveled a lot when we were looking for a way to make things
right...� We saw many places and met many
different kinds of people.� There were
different styles in the different regions...��
Again he trailed off, and glanced up at her.

Something
clicked in her mind and her right eye twitched slightly.� �You want to wear them as they are?� she
asked flatly.� She had also traveled a
little with Ed and Al, and had seen a few places where men would wear earrings,
but she�d never liked the look.� Perhaps
it was because that was something men just didn�t do in Rizembool.

�Well...
yeah...� That�s what I was thinking,� Al
said and he squirmed a little under her gaze.

�Granny
won�t like it,� she stated.

�She�ll
get over it,� Al said.� Winry thought
about that and had to concede mentally that he was right.� Her grandmother had been more of a rebel when
she was younger anyway, and was pretty level headed about things.

�People
will talk...� she said, trying something else.�
�You know how people are here in Rizembool...� They�ll think you�re some sort of... I don�t
know... hooligan...�

He
chuckled.� �It would fit my outlaw
image.�

She
scowled.� �Not funny.�

�Sorry,�
he said, not sounding very sorry at all.�
�Winry, you know I don�t care what people think about me, and I know you
tend to keep to yourself and don�t get involved with the gossip and politics
around here, so... what�s the real reason?�

Winry was
silent for a moment, then said, �I just... well... I don�t like earrings on
men...�� When his face contorted into the
wounded look of a kicked puppy, she pointed at him and said, �Don�t.�

�What?�
he asked, looking sad and mournful.

�You�re
giving me that look.�

�What
look?�� His face seemed to look even sadder.

�That look,� she said and poked his
face.� �You know I hate it when you give
me that look.�

�Because
you feel guilty,� he stated.

�Yes!� You make me feel guilty.�

Al raised
an eyebrow.� �I can�t make you feel guilty.� Admit it, you already feel guilty.� This isn�t about me making you feel
anything.�

She
opened her mouth, then scowled lightly.� �You, Alphonse Elric, have some nerve.�

�You feel
guilty,� Al pressed with a smile.

Winry
made a sound of exasperation, and snatched the earrings from his hand.� Yes, she felt guilty because he obviously
wanted to do it, but he wouldn�t if she protested enough.� She held the small loop earrings up to his
earlobes and inspected him.� He didn�t
look too bad...� The color of the
earrings sort of matched his hair, though not quite.� They would have matched Ed�s better, but the
contrast didn�t look too bad�but they were still earrings... on a man...

�Fine...�
she grumbled and handed the earrings back.�
�Granny did mine, and it would probably be better if she did yours too.�

He
nodded, and she expected him to get up and leave, but he didn�t.� Instead, he stared at her for a time, then said softly, �I don�t want to leave you...� I don�t want to leave Rizembool.�� He looked up at her.� �And I don�t want to leave you tonight...�

�Al...�
she said, looking down.� �I...� We�re not...�

�But we
will be tomorrow,� he said.� �Let me stay
with you tonight, please...�

She felt
her face heat and was glad that the room was dark.� Did he mean that he simply wanted to stay
with her for the night, or did he mean...

�Winry...�
he whispered.� �Is it wrong that I don�t
want to wait until I come home?�� She
looked at him, but he was looking down at his lap.� �I know we were taught to wait until we were
married, but...�� He sounded awkward and
uncertain.

�I...�
she murmured, not sure what to say.� She
felt excited, hesitant, embarrassed, and eager all at the same time.� She wanted what Al wanted, but was it wrong
that they didn�t wait?� She looked down,
and said softly, �I want you to stay too...�

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Al
swallowed and felt his heart jump inside of him.� He was elated that she wanted him to stay,
but nervous at the same time.� He wanted
her so much, but he�d also never been with anyone before and was afraid he
would do something wrong...

He leaned
forward and set the earrings on the nightstand before moving his hand over and
touching her cheek gently.� She was so
beautiful...� He dropped his hand, afraid
that she would notice that he was shaking, and leaned in to kiss her softly.

Winry smiled
at that and glanced shyly at him.� He
reached up again and touched her long, golden hair.� With the way it shined in the soft moonlight,
she really did look like an
angel.� He leaned in again; this time to
kiss her lips.� He�d only kissed her on
the lips a handful of times, and each time was no less wonderful, but this time
the kiss seemed to hold so much more.

Slowly,
he moved his tongue out against her lips and they parted easily to let him
inside.� This type of kissing was something they had never done before.� It was to be saved for marriage, that�s what
they�d always been taught.

His groin
ached with need as his tongue explored her mouth, and he gently pushed her onto
her back.� She was always much more
domineering than him, always much more assertive; but in this, she easily gave
that up and let him guide how it would go.

Al ended
the kiss and pulled back a little.� She
had moved her feet up onto the bed during the kiss and was now laying across
the bed with him leaning over her.� She
looked so good...

He licked
his lips nervously and rested his hand timidly on her stomach, then slid it up
to touch one of her breasts.� It felt full
and firm under his palm.� He had to open
his mouth to get enough air, and he moved his hand back down to her stomach and
to the hem of her nightshirt, then slipped his hand
underneath.� He touched her breasts
again, then glanced at her nervously to see if he was
doing alright.� Winry�s breathing was
short and shallow, but by the wanting look on her face, he guessed that she was
enjoying his touch.

Suddenly
he felt a little panicked.� What did he
do now?� Was there a specific way that
one went about having sex?� Did he just
get between her legs and do it like the farm animals did?� His face heated at the thought.� It just seemed like there should be more
between human beings.� He slid the night
shirt up over her breasts so that he could look at them, and noticed that she
turned her head away in embarrassment.

�I can
put it back on...� he said shakily, wondering if he�d done something wrong.

�No... it�s fine...� she whispered.�
�I just...�� She never finished, but
Al thought he understood.� This was all
new to him too.� He swallowed and glanced
back at her breasts.� He thought he could
stare at them forever and moved to gently pinch her nipples with fingers.� She gave a little moan, and he wondered again
if he�d done something wrong, but dismissed the thought immediately given that
she hadn�t told him to stop.

After
spending a few more minutes groping her chest, Al thought maybe he should just
get down to the sex part.� If there was
something else he was supposed to be doing, Al didn�t know and he sure didn�t
want to ask.� He could... but... he
wanted her to think that he knew what he was doing; even if he didn�t.

He
reached down and nervously touched her crotch through her panties, then
studiously avoided glancing up at her face while he slid the panties down her
legs.� Embarrassment and excitement
flowed through him and he couldn�t stop thinking to himself that he was
actually going to do this with her.� He
was actually touching her and he was really going to...

Al knelt
between her legs and peered closely at her crotch through the darkness.� He sort of wished he could turn on the light
and inspect her, but he had a feeling that now was definitely not the time to
get studious.� He�d studied the female
anatomy in the medical texts Pinako owned, so he knew what was there, but he�d
never actually...

�Al...?�
Winry said nervously, and he cleared his throat as he realized he�d been sitting
and staring at her instead of doing anything.�

�Sorry,�
he mumbled.� He glanced up at her face
and saw that she was looking a little worried and unsure.� Feeling a little panicked now, he put his
hand on the waistband of his pajama pants, then paused.� He felt a little nervous at taking his pants
off around her, even if she wasn�t looking direction at him.� He shook his head at himself.� He was being dumb.� He�d undressed her and she was probably just
as embarrassed as he was...�

Sliding
his pajama pants down to his knees, Al moved in close to her.� He knew the mechanics of how this was all
supposed to work, the rest were just details...�
Or at least, that was what he told himself.

He looked
down at his erection, then took a hold of it and guided it toward her.� He had to feel around a little to find the
right spot because it was so dark, then he pressed the head against her and
pushed it in a little.� He frowned when
it didn�t go in as smoothly as he thought it would, then felt worry grip him
when she cried out a little and held tightly onto the sheets.

�Are you
okay...?� he asked, torn between the almost desperate need to continue, and not
wanting to hurt her.� It wasn�t supposed
to hurt... right?� He reached down and
touched her, feeling a little perplexed.�
All the texts he�d read said that women produced a natural lubricant
down there...

�I...�
Winry whimpered a little.� �Yeah... I
guess so, just... go slower...�

Al bit
back a groan.� Go slower?� He was barely
holding himself back as it was.� What he
really wanted to do was grab her hips and thrust hard into her.� He bit gently on his lower lip as he pushed
in a little more.� He looked up and saw
that she was gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut.�

�Winry...�
Al said in worry.� �I can stop...�� He said it, but he wasn�t so sure that he
could.� His hands were shaking and his
body was begging him for release.� Please say no, please say no... he thought.

�Just...
Just push it in...� she breathed.

�Are you
sure?� he asked, feeling guilty that he was glad she was telling him to do
that.

�Yes, I�m
sure,� she panted.� �Maybe it will be
better after you have it all the way in.��

He
swallowed nervously, torn between what he wanted and his fear of hurting
her.� But she�d said it was alright, his
mind and body seemed to shout at him.�

�Al...�
she whimpered and reached out for him.�
He slid his arms under her, and pressed his lips firmly against hers as
he pushed into her.� Her yell was muffled
by his mouth, but he almost didn�t take notice of it as he climaxed hard in
that moment.� He was somewhat aware of
her clawing at his back, the stinging it caused, and warm liquid beginning to
trick down his back, but none of that was as important as the amazing amount of
pleasure he was feeling.

But it
didn�t last long and reality began to slowly creep into his mind.� The pain in his back flared hot and sharp,
but it wasn�t nearly as bad as the guilty feeling clutching at his heart as
Winry sobbed into his chest.

�I�m
sorry...� he whimpered and hugged her tightly.�
He had no idea what he could have done wrong.� None of the texts he�d read had said that it
would hurt...� She wasn�t supposed to
hurt...�

�It�s not
your fault,� she murmured tearfully.�
�Just... just finish, please...�

He
cleared his throat and said, �Actually, I am done...� then pulled out.

She
moaned and curled up into a ball, then said with a sniffle, �I thought it was
supposed to last longer...�

Al pulled
up his pajamas, and moved to the nightstand to light the candle.� He�d supposed it was supposed to last longer
too...� He lasted longer with his hand
than he had doing this...� After he lit
the candle, Al looked back at her, then gasped
sharply.� There was a fair amount of
blood on the sheets, and he was sure it wasn�t from the scratches on his back.

�You�re
bleeding!� he choked, then frantically looked around as if medical supplies
were going to just pop up out of nowhere.

�Oh
yeah...� I remember granny saying...�
Winry began, sounding a little embarrassed, then
trailed off.� She grabbed the sheet,
wrapped it around herself, and dashed quickly out of the room.

Al stared
at the open door in shock.� What did she
mean by �oh yeah�?� Then it dawned on
him, and he sat heavily on the floor.�
Unfortunately, there was a screwdriver in the spot he landed and he
yelped before moving to a clear space of floor.�
She hadn�t been with anyone else before...� He�d read something about that in the
textbooks, but he�d totally forgotten about it...� He felt a little bit better knowing that, at least, was normal.� His heart was beginning to beat slower now
that he knew she wasn�t going to bleed to death from some mistake he�d made.�

It was
almost fifteen minutes later that Winry came back into the room and closed the
door behind her.� She was wearing loose
pajama pants now and a different night shirt.�
She glanced at him, then looked away as color
blossomed in her cheeks.�

�I�m
sorry...�

�For what?� Al asked.� �I�m the one who should be sorry for hurting
you...�

Her
cheeks darkened even more and she sat down beside him.� �I guess I just wasn�t ready enough...� she
murmured, not looking at him.

�I
shouldn�t have talked you into it...� Al said apologetically.

�I wanted
it,� Winry interjected.

�But you
just said...� Al began, then trailed off, feeling confused.

�I
meant... I guess I needed... um... more... eh...� she floundered, then looked away in embarrassment.� �Never mind...� she mumbled.�

He wanted
to push her to tell him, but he felt like he�d done enough damage for one
night.� He felt like a total
failure.� Not only had he done it wrong,
but he�d hurt her, and he didn�t even
last past getting in...

Al looked
up when he felt her kiss his cheek.� She
was smiling softly.� �Let�s forget about
it and go to sleep, okay?�

�That the
nice way of saying you want me to get out of your room?� Al muttered sullenly.

�No, it�s
me saying that I�m tired, and I just want you to hold me...�� Her voice faltered and she blinked rapidly
before looking away.�

He kissed
her and stood up, then, turning toward the bed, he grimaced.� The sheets should probably be changed
first...� He glanced down at her, then
hurriedly pulled the blanket up to hide what they�d just done before scooping
her up in his arms, blowing out the candle, and carrying her toward the door.

She
wrapped her arms around his neck and chuckled.�
�What are you doing?�

�Shhh,� Al murmured, as he carried her out of her room, down
the hall, and into his bedroom.� He
closed the door with his foot, moved over to his bed, and gently laid her on
the mattress before moving to lay beside her.� He kissed her lips softly, pulled the blanket
up over both of them, then gathered her in his arms.

�I love
you, Winry,� he whispered softly, and kissed her again.� �Next time will be better, I promise...�

She
hugged him tightly and whispered back, �I love you too, Al; and don�t worry, we
have the rest of our lives to improve on that...�

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In the past few months, I�ve been asked by several people if I actually
know where this story is going, or if I�m just making it up as I�m going along.� Since I�ve had several other questions
e-mailed to me from people about my decision to make things happen the way they
are with Ed and Al, I figured there might be others with the same questions, so
I�ll answer a couple of them here.

I do have
the plot laid out for this story.� I�ve
had it laid out since I started the story.�
There are, of course, minor details that aren�t plotted, but the major
points of this story are planned and they fill about 7 pages.

I do know
when Al and Ed will see each other again, but that time isn�t quite yet
(however it is something I�m very much looking forward to getting to).� Al�s plan to go to Central was never meant to
happen, but was to show that he did/does want to see Ed again, and that it was
his intention to do so, but at no time did I plan for that to happen.�� The course the story is taking is what was
meant to be.

This is a
very long story, and I know it�s not for everyone.� It�s very plot heavy and the focus of the
story is the plot, not pairings (though those are important too)�yet, I believe
if you decide to stick with this story, you�ll be very pleased with it.

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the updates aren�t as frequent as they used to be, but you can be sure I�m
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I update every week that says what I�ve worked on for that week.� Feel free to check it at any time. :)

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