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Feel Me, Shame Me, Heal Me	By : RyokoBlue Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Het - Male/Female Views: 11762 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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
6�Sick and Twisted

Sitting on the blue plush sofa and
pulling the red blanket tighter around her shoulders, Winry shivered. She
glanced about the small but quaint apartment. There was a coffee table
placed on a small oriental rug directly in front of her and another blue sofa
across from it. A lamp sat on a small end table next to her. There
was a door to the left that most likely led to the bathroom and an archway
before the bedroom. A sliding glass door was behind her and she looked
back at it, seeing the rain drizzling down.

Hearing commotion, she turned her
head to the right and to the small kitchenette.

Travin walked over to her from the
kitchenette and handed her a red flowered porcelain cup of steaming tea.
�Here you go.� He said with a smile.

Looking up at him, Winry accepted
the cup. �Thanks.� She sniffled and brought the cup to her lips
taking a small sip of the Mandarin tea, there was a hint of sweet orange and it
warmed her throat right down to her belly.

Sitting down next to her, Travin
continued to smile. �That was some strange weather today; it started out
so sunny this morning.� He reclined back and propped his feet up on the coffee
table. �You realize that when we ran into each other on the street that
it was almost the same spot where we first met. It seems you sure go to
Military Headquarters a lot.�

�Well I tried to make my visits
less frequent, but this time it couldn�t be helped. There was some
information there about Ed that I just had to have.� Her face burned and
she hoped Travin would think it was because of an oncoming fever or so she
hoped. There was no way he would know what had gone on. Winry was now
staring into her cup at the slightly orange liquid.

�Oh, and what did you find out?�

Leaning forward, Winry placed the
cup onto the coffee table. �Well there was a letter for me from my
friend; he didn�t say anything about where he was. Edward wants me to
wait for him here in Central. Only, I don�t think I can do that.� Her
cheeks started heating again. �My visit here is certainly not�well my
experiences have been not something I had expected, at all.� Sad blue eyes
lowered to her lap. �Everything is�it�s all�� She couldn�t even finish
her words, it was too horrid to express.

Travin shifted closer and placed
his hand on her knee and Winry jumped, her eyes connecting with his in
confusion and the young man pulled his hand back sharply. �I�m sorry.� He
apologized with a bow of his head. �It was just a comforting gesture that
you looked like you needed; I forget that I�m not with my family or
friends. I�m always patting their legs.   I meant nothing by
it.� That split second he had her leg under his hand was enough, such
smooth pretty skin.

Winry felt a little odd, but shook
the feeling away. It was that damn Mustang�s fault. If he hadn�t
been pawing at her, she probably wouldn�t have felt funny about a comforting
gesture. Yet, in the back of her mind, a slightly familiar voice told her
that she should get going. Why hadn�t this voice been present when she
had been manipulated by Mustang and his evil heating touches?

Looking back towards the sliding
glass door, Winry noticed that the rain had stopped. �I think I can head
home now. Thanks for the tea.� She said in a rush, standing up.

�I did something wrong again.�
Travin smacked himself in the forehead. �I always mess up around you and
end up apologizing. Please, let me make it up to you.�

Winry tossed the blanket off, �And
what do you suggest?�

�Do you dance?� Travin asked with
a pleasant grin. �I want to take you to this place called Club
Forty-Four, on my next night off which happens to be Monday. It�s on the
other side of the city and they play great music and everyone has a really good
time there.�

Her brow furrowed in trying to get
an idea of where this place was Travin was talking about. She had heard
mention of it in passing people on the street and it was not really an ideal
place for her. She also heard that quite promiscuous things happen there
and she wasn�t dating anyone, she was waiting for Edward. �I think I�m a
bit too young for a place like that.�

�No way, people your age have fun
there all the time. It�s just dancing and good food.� He grasped her hands
tightly, �Please say you�ll go with me, it will be my treat.�

�I�ll think about it.� Winry said
with smile and pulled her hands from his. She headed for the door, and
pulling it open, she left.

�Missing?� Roy
said with one dark brow arched, turning away from the window and towards Maes.

Maes walked over and stood beside
him, �Yeah. I was just at the police station and overheard what was going
on.�

Roy
smirked, �You don�t just overhear anything and you know it.�

Simply shrugging, Maes also leaned
against the wall. �Women and girls as young as twelve and thirteen have
been disappearing all over the city.�

�What do you make of it?� Roy
crossed his arms over his chest.

�Kidnappings like these usually
mean a prostitution ring or something of the like. I wouldn�t put it
passed whoever is behind this that they�re actually selling these women and
young girls into some kind of slavery. I don�t like it, Roy.
Imagine my little Elysia growing up with some sicko creep out on the loose
kidnapping innocent young girls!� Maes complained whole heartedly.

Roy
appearing unaffected as usual twisted around and walked to his desk.
�Yes, it�s tragic. Perhaps the military should assist the police in this
matter.� He had immediately thought of Winry. Was she the type of
girl that would attract this deviant out there? There were far too many
people in this city for her to be a prime target, but what if this criminal met
up with her? Winry was lovely, young, and innocently na�ve at times that was
positively intriguing.

�I agree. I�ll keep my eyes
and ears open for any news and inform you of what is going on.� Maes said
without realizing that he just busted through Roy�s
worried thoughts. Wanting to change the subject and walking to the sofa
on the right, Maes sat down. �So, how far has it gone with Winry?�

�What?� Roy�s
pulse jumped and sweat started to gather at the back of his neck. He had
actually sounded shocked and Maes blinked, leaning back into the sofa cushions.

Maes� eyes shifted left to right
before resting on Roy�s, �When she
was in here, I heard an awful lot of yelling by her. I hope you�re not
being too cold towards the girl and are at least civil. I know that it
must be hard for you, to look at her and feel nothing but extreme guilt.�

Roy
immediately relaxed, and pressed himself into his chair more. Cold was
definitely not the word he would use to describe how he was behaving towards
her. �I�m trying my hardest with her.� That was very true, he
didn�t lie. Just Maes didn�t know what he was trying hard with. His
chest tightened, �She is determined to hate me until the day she dies.
And I really can�t blame her for it.�

�Why don�t you tell her?� Maes
offered.

Knowing exactly what Maes was
suggesting, Roy
shook his head, �Let her continue to hate me. It doesn�t matter.�

�I don�t think you want that.�

Lowering dark obsidian eyes to his
desktop, Roy tapped the wood with
his finger. �It doesn�t matter what I want in this instance. I took
everything from her. I didn�t just shoot her parents, Maes. I saw
their faces, their pleading eyes. I was forced to execute them.� He
felt ill, and revulsion seemed to bubble up in his throat and he swallowed
hard. �So, let her have her hate. It�s only right, only fair. I
deserve worse than just her hating me.� �Especially, since I�m ruining
her and I can�t stop.� Roy
added as an afterthought but wouldn�t dare say that part out loud.

�Maybe explain to her that you
didn�t want to shoot them, and that if you didn�t you would have been shot as
well as them.�

Roy
snorted a little, �And just what do you think she�ll say to that?� He looked
his friend right in the eye. �I know how she thinks, Maes, and that is
something that will not make the situation any better. If anything it
would make it worse. She no doubt would curse and despise me even
more.�

Maes could feel the quiet guilt
surrounding his friend. So he patted his pocket his daughter�s picture was
held. �You know what you need, Roy, a good woman in your life.� He saw Roy
roll his eyes and Maes grinned. �And have some children. It changes
your life.�

Roy
scoffed with amusement rising within, �You�ve always been obsessive. If
it wasn�t about Gracia, it�s about your kid. You never stop talking about
one or the other.�

�That�s �cause
it�s great to have a family. You should try it.�

Maybe someday he would. Roy
felt he really didn�t deserve to be happy until his goals were accomplished and
he could make damn good changes. He needed to do this for all those that
suffered and all those lives that he had stolen under orders he didn�t really
want to follow, but was forced to...

Using her toe, Winry turned off
the faucet on the tub and sank more into the warm, sudsy water. She
sighed pleasantly. This felt good after being chilled to the bone out
there in that wacky weather. Laying her head back against the towel she
was using as a headrest, her blonde hair was messily swept atop her head and
held there with a red clip.

Everything was a mess. It
was like she said earlier today�sick and twisted.

In that letter from Ed that
she had finally gotten through, he said to wait here for him. But if he
knew what was happening would he still tell her to stay? There�s a chance
Ed wouldn�t even really care, they were only friends after all. Was there
anything deeper to their relationship? It was hard to tell. At
times she found herself thinking about Ed in ways friends shouldn�t think about
each other.



If Edward learned of what she had
done just to get his letter, he would probably think very lowly of her.
What was truly shameful was the fact that she couldn�t stop thinking about it;
the incidents�.Mustang�s fingers lightly traced her inner thigh. Her
chest hitched and tingles spread through every nerve, every inch of her
being. Feeling hot in between her thighs as she had never before� Who
knew that a simple touch would infect her mind like this?

She hated that damn Colonel
Mustang, so why did her heart race every time she thought about him touching
her? �gently moving lower in soothing caresses and he heard her
breathing change and quicken. Fingers skimmed the top curve of her
breasts� closed her eyes, and her fingers went slack. The letter
fell from her hands to float towards the floor forgotten. She pushed her
breast more into his hand trying to get more of that heated sensation to course
through every nerve... �Can I touch you, beneath your clothing?� He
breathed seductively into her ear and she swallowed hard. �Hmm, can I?
Will you let me?�

�Uh�mmm��
She just wanted more of that feeling, more of that heat. �I�I�� She
bit her lower lip and nodded, �Yes, yes!�� Winry felt sick to her
stomach and jolted forward in the bathwater, bringing her wet, dripping knees
up to her chest and lowering her chin onto them as tears of disgust filled her
eyes.

Could she blame this on
Edward? She would like to, but knew better than that. This was all her own doing. He never told her to come to Central;
she also made that decision on her own, and now he wants her to stay here and
wait for him.

She just needed to stay away� to
stay far away from Mustang, and not go near him� not for anything. Not
even for any more information on Edward and Alphonse. What he was doing
to her was wrong. She felt as if she were falling apart and losing her
mind, pride and everything she worked so hard in developing.

What would her parents say? The
man that shot them dead was�was infecting their daughter in this truly horrible
and disgusting way that Winry� she couldn�t take it. What if their faces
were staring down at her in so much revulsion, their disapproval of her dirty
behavior? �I�m sorry, I�m sorry.� Bringing her arms up to her knees, she
buried her face within her soft, wet, skin where she sobbed
silently.

****

�Scieszka, I didn�t feel like
going out tonight, so how did I let you talk me into this?� Winry said with a
sad sigh.

Scieszka was smiling as she and
Winry stopped on the sidewalk, �When I came over, you looked distressed and I
figured you needed a night out. I was talking to that Travin person
earlier and he said it would be great if we stopped by to see him.� A
faint blush stained her cheeks. �He�s quite a nice guy.�

Winry stared at the pavement. �I
still would have rather stayed home.� Her red dress fluttered in the
night breeze.

Planting her hands on Winry�s
shoulders, Scieszka lightly shook her. �I gotta
break you out of this depression you seem to have fallen into. Is
something wrong? If there is, maybe it would help if you talked to
someone, namely me your friend.� She grinned supportively.

Clearing her throat and lifting
her head, Winry looked up at the entrance to Antonio�s. She wasn�t
supposed to tell anyone what�s been really going on and why she is feeling this
way. What would Scieszka think? She didn�t even want to anticipate
the disappointed or disgusted stare she would get from her friend. �I�m
just a little homesick.� Winry lied and hoped her friend bought it.

�Well cheer up, you�ve got me
here.� Scieszka hugged her close before letting go and pulling Winry through
the doorway of the restaurant.

The place was busy for a Tuesday
night. Looking towards the bar, the stage was empty except for musical
instruments. Winry spotted Travin talking to a pretty young raven haired
woman at the bar. He was leaning back against it, his knee bent with his
foot resting against the bottom of the bar. In his hand was a slender tea
cup, steam was rising from it. He was smiling at something the woman was
saying, her hand on was on his leg. Winry relaxed immediately, she had
been wrong to feel funny around Travin earlier, it was clear that he had an
interest in this woman he was talking to. Perhaps his hand touching her
knee was just as he had said� a comforting gesture.

All the tables were full as well
as the barstools, Winry�s eyes scanned the crowd and a familiar person made her
cringe. �No, no. Why is fate against me?!�   The very
person she promised herself to stay far away from was standing in this
room. Mustang was standing there talking with Riza Hawkeye and another
woman. Neither he nor Riza were wearing their military uniforms.
Mustang was in a casual pair of black slacks and a dark forest green shirt that
he wore tucked in. He looked good in that dark green. Riza was in a
brown pair of slacks with a white form fitting blouse that hugged her curves
attractively. They must be officially off duty for the night. �Pretend
you didn�t see him, just hurry and walk through the room. It�s crowded
enough perhaps he would never see me.�   Winry thought as her
eyes found him again, and instantly narrowed at the tall, bronze beauty Aurora,
who was introducing herself to him. Mustang took her hand! Winry
felt her insides crawl and twist tightly.

�Winry, who are you glaring at?�
Scieszka asked and followed her friend�s line of sight. �Ah, I see.�
Knowing that Winry despised Colonel Mustang, their last meeting in here
was a disaster. As long as no words were exchanged between the two of
them, all should be fine and civil. Or so she hoped. �Well as long
as you don�t get drunk again, I doubt you�ll end up talking to
him.�

Her friend had no idea what was
going on in her mind. Gasping, Winry lowered her eyes to the floor in
disbelief, her brows raised achingly. �I did not just feel that way
when I saw them�no, what�s the matter with me? I hate him, I hate him.�

�Come on.� Scieszka took a hold of
Winry�s arm and started dragging her through the crowd. She lifted her
free hand in the air and shouted over the crowd. �Oi, Travin!� She
saw him look up and then wave with a smile.

Obsidian eyes instantly found
Winry�s lovely form. What luck! It had only been earlier this afternoon
when he had seen her last and now he was so very pleased to see her again so
soon.   He was sure that she would try and stay clear of him which
was just plain silly. She enjoyed this afternoon whether she would want
to admit it or not. Winry was nice to hold, soft to touch, and she
excited him so much. Fate must be smiling on him for once. He really did
not know why he had found some amount of peace when he held her close.
Guilt didn�t corrode his insides as it usually did, and it should since it�s
her that he had wronged and shouldn�t even be allowed to touch.

To someone looking at Roy Mustang,
one could not tell that he kept a close watch on the young Rockbell girl.
She looked very striking in that red knee length dress that buttoned up the
front with the top three buttons undone. The swell of her breasts would
attract others� eyes�which he did not find much comfort in that. Other
men looking at her� that just would not do.   A flash of gold
glittered from her chest, was she wearing jewelry other than those familiar
earrings and ear-cuffs? He would take a closer look. Roy
inwardly smirked, a much closer, personal look.

He barely heard the conversation
between Hawkeye and Aurora Walker, he was more focused on the soft water like
movement Winry�s body made while she walked with Scieszka, and they were
heading towards that musician who was now irking Roy.
He knew what that young man was after; it was no secret to him. Roy
would never lie to a woman, not like it was obvious that this is what Travin
Walker does. It�s a familiar tactic that he had seen growing up, as well
as with other men in his military company that would pretend to befriend a lady
and then once they earned their trust out would come their true
intentions. Roy might have
been a bit obsessive right now over Winry, but she knew exactly what he wanted
and it was no trick. There was no way he was going to let someone deceive
her like that, especially not by some ladies-man-wannabe.

Out of the corner of her eye, Aurora
saw that blonde mechanic that her brother had introduced her to. She
didn�t like her too much and felt a tiny smirk lift at the corner of her mouth
as the young girl came towards her. She was so close, so very
close�Aurora faced forward and slid her foot back right into the blonde�s�

��WAH!!� Winry tripped over
something and hit the floor with a thud. The crowd gasped around her and
all shifted. She heard Scieszka�s cry of her name. Winry did not
see the wide eyed expressions on Mustang or Riza�s face when she had gone
tumbling to the floor.

Winry lifted her head, and the
crimson of embarrassment burned her cheeks brightly. Her eyes narrowed
into dark blue angry slits. As she sat up, she pointed up at Aurora.
�You�you did that on purpose.�

Aurora
smirked down at the blonde on the floor. �Well, well if it isn�t the
little Grease-Ball. Sorry, I didn�t see you there.� She chuckled, hearing
the girl growl.

�Are you all right?� Riza said in
concern while bending down to help Winry off the floor.

Ignoring all around her except for
Walker, Winry stood with the other
blonde�s assistance. She tightened her fists while lifting one of them in
the air and cracking her thumb knuckle. Walker
was goin� down, she was gonna beat that face of hers into the floor when a hand
came down on her shoulder. She whipped her head to the side, her blonde
hair laid over her shoulder, and seeing Travin there. Winry shook her
shoulder out of his grasp.

�I know that look, Winry.
You don�t need to�� Travin saw the stern glare she was giving him and he
immediately changed his tactic. �Aurora,
that was rude.�

The dark beauty shrugged, �It was
an accident.� She heard a disbelieving snort from the raven haired, extremely
good looking Colonel Roy Mustang that she had been talking to. �What, you
don�t believe me?�

�Should I?� Roy
replied straight faced, but his tone was teasing. He saw Hawkeye roll her
eyes.

�Yes, I�m completely innocent.� Aurora
said, putting on an adorable pout. �She is just clumsy.�

Roy felt bad that he couldn�t stick
up for Winry, if he did it would seem odd to everyone around him and the last
thing he wanted to do was bring attention to himself in this case. He had
to appear completely unaffected. �Perhaps you�re right, Miss
Walker. Young ladies at that age are always tripping over their own
feet. Yes I would definitely agree with clumsy.� He softly touched Aurora
on the shoulder.

Winry scoffed indignantly, her
eyes shooting to that stupid hand connected to his stupid arm! And how
dare he say something like that! The jerk! �I am not clumsy!� Her eyes shifted
to Aurora, wanting to get her mind
off Mustang and his disgusting woman-handling. He deserves a good punch
in the nose. �And you better admit you tripped me on purpose, before I mess up
that face of yours.� She threatened seriously, �And don�t think I won�t do it
either.�

�How vulgar and violent you are,
Miss Rockbell.� Aurora said
lightly, �I don�t see what my br.� She saw her
brother lightly shake his hands down low, not to say another word. �I hope
that boyfriend you�re waiting for knows how to handle a violent girl like you.�

Winry rolled her eyes. �I�m only
violent when he destroys my hard work, I chuck my wrench at him and I never
fail to miss nailing him right in the forehead.� She looked away from Aurora
towards the bar. �And he�s not my boyfriend.�

�Oh, but you�d like him to be,
wouldn�t you?� Aurora replied while
leaning forward a little.

�That�s really not any of your
business.� �You painted up tart.�

Scieszka threw her own glare at
Aurora Walker. �Just ignore her, Winry. She doesn�t know anything
she�s just being a bitch.�

Winry looked at her friend
shocked, never having heard a foul word come out of her mouth before,
�Scieszka!� She laughed a little.

With a grin and a shrug, Scieszka
laughed too earning a sour face from Aurora Walker and not really caring.
�Well it�s true, come on.� She grabbed a hold of Winry�s hand and started
pulling her towards the other side of the room, far away from those who
irritated Winry.

Looking back over her shoulder,
Winry saw Aurora pout and turn that
sickening adoring face to Mustang and he started talking to her. This had
Winry seethe, her stomach twisted all into knots. �No, no, that�s wrong, I
don�t care. I hate him. Remember hate, yes extreme violent
hate! He sickens me. This is how it should be. It should be
Aurora Walker that he torments. Yes, torment her.� So why did
her heart squeeze just a tiny bit more? Why did her stomach twist tighter
and why was there this bitter taste coating her throat? Why did she now
completely despise Aurora Walker? It should make no difference to her. �No,
Stop!� She commanded her mind to stop thinking about it, but that was
not working at all. She didn�t even realize that she had sat down in a
chair.

�Winry?�
Scieszka was waving her hand in front of Winry�s face, trying to get her
attention. �Come on, don�t worry about that woman.�

Winry jolted, snapping out of a
daze. �Huh?�

�You are far better than she
is. She doesn�t know you or Edward.� Scieszka sighed leaning back into
the booth. �She doesn�t know that most of the time Edward deserves your
wrench thrown at his head, and he can stand to be a little nicer to you.�

�Uh�yeah, you�re right.� Winry
sighed, thinking of Ed. �I got a letter from Ed.� She heard music start playing
which meant Aurora Walker was going to be busy again. And she felt a little bit
more relaxed. Not wanting to analyze what that feeling was, she continued
what she was saying. �He wants me to wait here in Central for him.�

�Well that�s great!� Scieszka said
with a smile, while pushing her glasses up higher on the bridge of her nose.

Winry dropped her head to stare at
the table. �I don�t know if I can do that. I think I should go home
to the country. It�s safer there.�

�Safer?� Scieszka reached over and
placed her hand on Winry�s in comfort, �What do you mean? Winry, don�t
you know your friends in the military will keep you safe if you ask them.
They will watch out for you, they aren�t just Edward�s comrades and friends,
they�re yours now too.�

Winry laughed but it wasn�t of
amusement. Scieszka didn�t realize that she needed to be safe from a
particular person in the military. He was making her think and feel
certain things that she never wanted to, at least not with him. �You�re
right about that, but��

�No buts, Winry. You
shouldn�t run away. You came here because you wanted to find Edward and
Alphonse, to be with them. You are fine here with us, no one has hurt you
or anything, have they?� Scieszka leaned forward when she saw Winry�s grim
expression, �Have they? Winry, if something was wrong you�d tell me,
right?�

She couldn�t tell her, what would
Scieszka say? It was too unbearable. Winry�s smile was
forced. �No, no one�s hurt me.�

Hearing a cough from next to her
Scieszka turned her head finding the Colonel standing there. �Colonel
Mustang, Sir.�

�Nice evening.� He looked to Winry
for a moment before returning his dark gaze to Scieszka, �Do you mind terribly
if I speak with Rockbell for a moment?�

Scieszka looked across the table,
and Winry�s eyes were pointed towards the table and they were narrowed
bitterly. �All right, but please try not to say anything that would upset
her.�

�I�ll try my best.� Roy
replied with confidence and Scieszka stood and walked away towards
Hawkeye. He took the seat left vacant by the bookworm. Staring at
Winry for a moment, he let his eyes soak in her adorable angry face. �You
better not say I hurt you, because I haven�t.�

�Do you always listen in on
others� conversations?� Winry replied hard and tight, not looking at him.
�Why are you even talking to me?� She snapped harshly.

�Hmm, it seems to me that you�re
angry with me for some reason.� Roy
leaned back a little in the booth. Her tone was hard, even more so than
when she shouts she hates him.

Winry rolled her eyes and shook
her head. �I hate you, so how can you possibly tell if I was angry with
you or not?� She crossed her arms on the table. �Don�t you think that this conversation
is going to bring suspicion onto you? After all, no one can know about
how you�re behaving with me. It�s down right disgusting. I�m sure
Aurora Walker would be thrilled to death if the great Colonel Mustang were to
give her everything her trampy little selfish,
snobby, air-headed heart desired.� Her tone was pure bitterness as blue eyes
shifted to the left.

Roy
laughed quietly, to him it sounded like Winry was� oh this was just too
good. �Now, now, Rockbell. There�s no need
to be jealous.�

Her jaw dropped open in shock, but
that was short lived as she heard him softly laughing�again. �Jealous?
Ha, yeah right! You so wish.� She flat out lied.
Winry was jealous and she couldn�t understand why? It made no
sense. Especially, since she wasn�t even the jealous type. What was
this guy doing to her? Her emotions were all mucked up and it was all his fault.

�Then what is with that tone?� He
replied with an arrogant expression on his face.

�Tone?
There�s no tone.� Pushing back her chair roughly, the table legs scratching the
floor, Winry stood and leaned over slamming her palms on the table. �I
don�t care if you pounced on every woman in this room��

Not listening to her words because
it would be pointless. There was no way he was going to believe that she
wasn�t just a tad bit jealous of his interaction with the Walker woman and no
matter what she said to make him believe that, he didn�t buy it. Roy�s
gaze lowered to her lips and he so badly wanted to lean in and capture them
with his own, but thought better of it. If they were in private he would
certainly do that without hesitation.

��you sick and
twisted bastard!� Winry finished and straightened roughly. She stalked
away heading towards the Ladies room.

Roy
watched her disappear into the sea of people and head down the walkway towards
the bathrooms. Getting up, slowly, he would follow after her being as
discrete as possible�

Rinsing her hands off from the soapy
water in the sink, Winry shook them out and turned off the faucet. Going
to the towel rack she dried them off. Looking up into the mirror, Winry
sighed at her reflection completely appalled at her behavior, and whatever she
was feeling was completely ridiculous! �I am not going to act like a jealous
fool. There�s no reason for me to act that way towards someone I
hate.� She said aloud to her reflection as if it would listen to
her. �If Aurora Walker wanted him then she could have him.�
With that in mind, Winry pulled the door open and stepped walked out of the
Ladies room.

Walking down the hallway, Winry
saw Mustang standing at the entrance to this very hallway. She wasn�t
even going to let him get to her now; she was just going to just pass him by
without a care in the world. She didn�t even flinch when he started
walking in her direction. �Just ignore him, he�s an ass. Just ignore
him, he�s an ass.� She kept repeating over and over in her
mind.

The two of them, Winry and Roy
were moving closer to one another and she was about to pass him, when he
reached out smoothly and grabbed her forearm spinning her around and pulling
her with him back down the hall. The only sound that she managed to make
was a surprised gasp.

�What are you doing? Do you want
me to make a scene?� Winry threatened quietly, but she didn�t have time to make
good with that threat.

Mustang snorted and opened a door
that was not to one of the bathrooms. Winry didn�t know where it led but
she was pulled inside where he let go of her arm and he closed the door behind
him.

It was very dark, but something
was hanging down in front of Winry�s face for cold metal kept bumping up
against her forehead. She reached up to move it out of the way; she felt
the metal pull-string and realized it was to a light. She yanked it and
the room was illuminated. Winry cringed openly, finding Mustang leaning
against the door. She should have kept the light off. She noticed
they were in a closet for Employees belongings like coats, purses and other
bags. �You�ve gotta lot of nerve dragging me in
here.� Winry snapped, crossing her arms over her breasts.

�I didn�t drag you in here.
If you recall you didn�t even bother resisting.� He said looking her up
and down, his eyes lingering on her breasts that were pushed up just a little
bit more because of how her arms were crossed over them.

Not letting out her gasp of shock,
Winry thought back at that brief moment and discovered that he was right! How
did that happen?! �Just move out of the way.� She gestured with a wave of
her hand.

�But I don�t want to. Is it
so wrong to want just a little private time with you?� Roy
said softly. He saw her eyes widen and heat start rising to her cheeks.
Also she lifted her hand and pulled the cord, bathing them in now pure
darkness.

�Yes, it�s very wrong.� Perhaps if
he couldn�t see her, Winry could find a way to get him away from that door and
get herself out of here. Of course she would
have to find a way to the door in the dark.

She heard movement and jumped,
spinning around and hearing a light chuckle from her left.

�Maybe you should have left the
light on, what do you think?� Roy
teased.

�Shut up!� She yelled, reaching
her hands out and feeling for anything solid as she moved slowly forward in the
direction of the door. This closet wasn�t that big, she didn�t have to
move far. Her fingers skimmed warm cloth and she �yelped� as her hands
were now held in someone else�s and she was pulled forward and against a warm
body.

   Roy�s
mouth was close to her ear. �I didn�t get a chance to say this, but I
really like your dress.�

Winry tried to wiggle away but his
grip tightened, holding her to him tighter. �Well now that I know you
like my dress, I�ll forever wear pants now.�

�Oh, please do.� Roy�s
hand wandered down her back, and over her backside, �Especially, if they�re
nice and tight around here.� He heard her squeal.

Winry pushed against his chest,
�Stop," She pleaded as his hand continued to move over her backend, the
material there was starting to move upward, he was trying to get beneath her
dress to touch her skin. "Please don�t�You can�t do this to me. I
can�t take it. Just stop.� Reaching up, he tenderly took her chin
between his thumb and forefinger and gently tilted her face upwards.�

�I don�t want to. And you
don�t want me to stop either.�

�Yes I do!� Winry could feel the
panic rushing in like electricity waves.

Roy
lightly smiled even though she couldn�t see it in the darkness. �You�re
just afraid.�

�I�no, that�s not true. I
can�t stand you, you make me sick.� Maybe there was a little bit of truth
in what he was saying. She was afraid, afraid of herself
and how he makes her feel�it was exciting, but so incredibly wrong and so
incredibly guilty.

�There�s no need to be afraid.� Roy
said in a soft, comforting tone. �I will not think any different of you if you
were to give into this.� He rubbed her cheek with gentle fingers, before
cupping the back of her neck, his fingers resting on her collarbone. �I can
make you feel good, so very nice, if you just let me.� He felt her pulse
jump and riot.

�I�I can�t do that.� She swallowed
hard.

Roy
leaned closer, letting his lips touch hers briefly. �Yes you can, forget about
everything, forget about rules and all that other nonsense.� Wrapping
both arms firmly around her he made sure she was pressed against every plane of
his hard body. Hearing her gasp he grinned a little. �I�ll make you
a deal. Come home with me tonight and if you do not enjoy your time spent
with me� I�ll never bother you again. I�ll do what you ask and stop this.�

Winry turned her head a little,
pointing her gaze downwards. �What�?�

He nuzzled his face into the side
of her neck. �Come home with me.� Roy
let his tongue trace a line down to her collarbone. �Just agree. If
you�re so confident about your hate then this should be an easy decision,
right? You�ll get what you want and I�ll leave you alone.�

Realization hit, and hard, �But
that means�I would be giving up my�� Winry couldn�t finish her comment it was
so outrageous.

�Oh yes, definitely.� Roy
knew what she was going to say and how she was finding it hard to gather the
words. �If you don�t enjoy�me, then at least I get to walk away knowing
that I was the first person privileged enough to be your first.�

Winry blinked in confusion. His
words were certainly very pretty and sounded so noble. But he wasn�t,
right? He was a cold murderer.

�Come home with me, Winry
Rockbell.� He said dark and tantalizing with promise into her ear.

Winry felt her face heat and her
pulse race�

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Well that�s it for Episode 6. And just what do you
think Winry�s reply will be to his request. What do you want her reply to
be, not that it will change what I have planned. I still would like to
know your thoughts.

Thank you for reading

Until next time!

Ryoko Blue
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