(takes place after Ed dug up his mother's grave between episode 44-45)

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Only You

He was a drifter, a traveler if you will. Not very often did he get a lot of time to just go home and see her. Really the only times he could see her was when she tended to his automail if he'd been too reckless with it or it just needed regular maintenance. However this time, he didn't have a choice. Busted automail or not, he had to stay at the Rockbell's with the military on the watch for him and his brother Alphonse. The last thing Edward wanted was for them to find out that his brother had been turned into the Philosopher's Stone. Edward sighed as he rested up against the headboard of the bed in the room he and his brother always stayed in whenever they came back home for a visit. Originally Pinako had made them stay in the basement, but that didn't last long when Edward had found out about Hughes's death. He'd been overwhelmed by rage and grief. He'd even gotten somewhat rough with Winry, shoving her out of the way, ready to kill Roy Mustang for not telling them about Hughes. He'd instantly regretted it though, but Winry paid no mind. She too had been saddened by Maes's death just as much as Edward had. Of course she'd be saddened by it. She had stayed with the Hughes family when he and his brother were hospitalized, and they provided her with comfort and care.

Edward put his hand inside of his pants pocket, where he was hiding his mother's remains, in a small, rectangular box. He hadn't told Alphonse or Winry that he'd dug up his mother's grave. The reasoning behind it was because the alchemist knew he had to defeat Sloth, the creature he and his brother had created the night they tried to transmute her. It seemed as though his whole life had a never ending path. It was as if he were constantly traveling through a dark tunnel and not yet had he seen the light at the end of it. All older Elric wanted was to just get his brother's body back, but even at this point it was looking very grim. Especially since Scar had turned Alphonse into the Philosopher's Stone.

The alchemist still didn't understand why. Why had this happened? Why lay this burden on Alphonse? He couldn't even touch his brother because of the alchemic reactions that happened and now that the stone was connected to his brother's soul, Edward wasn't sure what would happen now. Upon killing the homunculus, Greed, Ed had learned the secret to killing the homunculi, and that's why he had went after his mother's remains. It was now or never. First things first, he needed to defeat all the homunculi, even Izumi's child, Wrath. It needed to happen and then he and his brother could do research and find out how to use the Philosopher's Stone without harming Al. Right then and there, Edward had made up his mind. Tomorrow, he'd disguise himself and Alphonse. They would board the earliest train, and Edward would finish the job he needed to do.

Though, another thought plagued his mind which made it even harder to just up and leave Risembool once more. Winry... How was she going to feel when Edward broke the news to her yet again that he had to leave? He'd already broken her heart enough as it is, but he knew this news would just shatter her once more. Ed sighed and cupped his metal hand around his forehead, running his palm down his handsome face. The alchemist could remember the last time he'd told Winry he wouldn't be able to return to Risembool. She wanted so desperately for him to just come home and had offered to make new limbs for him since he'd grown some. The girl had broken down in tears, questioning if her automail had been good enough for him. He knew what the blonde mechanic was getting at though. It wasn't a question of whether her automail was the best; it was a question of her feelings for him and wanting to him to come back home so he'd be safe. Winry constantly worried about the boys and their endeavours, Edward knew that much. Truthfully, he didn't want to get Winry involved in all the dangerous things he and his brother did. He didn't want to see her flawless skin tainted with bloodshed. The mere thought of Winry being harmed made the young man shiver.

"How?" he wondered softly to himself as he lay back on the bed with his metal arm behind his head, gazing outside at the sunset. "How am I going to break this to Winry? How will I tell her that Al and I are going to leave again?"

There was a gentle knock on the other side of the door and Edward abruptly sat up, looking at the door. He hadn't heard the large, clanking of Alphonse's armor coming up the stairs or moving down the hall, so he hadn't expected anyone to be at the door, and it startled him. Edward felt his left palm beginning to sweat and his heart rate picked up.

"Edward?" came a soft, female voice from the other side. "Are you awake in there?"

He brushed his hand over his forehead, closing his amber eyes. "Oh, yeah, c'mon in Winry," Ed called back, sighing with relief.

The older Elric had to admit with the military on the prowl for him, he was worried that some official officer could have been standing outside his door, waiting for him to get up and open it. The doorknob turned and in stepped the lovely blonde girl. She'd been Edward's childhood friend for as long as he could remember. When they were kids, Edward and Alphonse used to fight over who would get to marry her. Those days, it had all been in good fun. However, now, things were different. The young alchemist couldn't help but run his eyes over her curvy, feminine features. Her body was thin, but fit. She had a small waist, curved hips, plump breasts and long, tan legs. Edward found himself slightly blushing as he looked at the girl but was glad that room was somewhat dark. Hopefully Winry wouldn't be able to tell that the alchemist had been checking her out. She was wearing a pair of khaki-colored capris, a blue and white striped tank top with a small, purple jacket. Her long, blonde locks were tied back in the usual ponytail and her blue eyes danced with a smile as she walked towards Edward. She really did look beautiful.

"Hey there, Ed. You've been up here by yourself for awhile now," Winry stated as she sat down on the edge of the bed, placing her hands nervously on her knees. She shrugged her shoulders upward slightly and peered over one of them at the boy. "Are you okay because I was just-," she began, but was cut off by Ed answering her.

"Yeah, just doing some thinking. Is...everything okay, Win?" Edward questioned, looking at the girl who seemed to be trying to hide behind her own shoulder.

"Yeah...I was just, coming to check on you. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. You've been acting sort of odd since you came home from doing whatever you were doing last night. Alphonse and I wanted to know where you went...so, where did you go, Edward?" Winry questioned, gazing softly at him and lifting her head to face the alchemist.

Edward's hand was still in his pocket and he clenched his hand around the box once, his golden orbs widening slightly. "What? Oh, I didn't go anywhere in particular. I just went and made false tracks to make the military think we were heading north instead of being here," he lied. Edward had told the same lie to his younger brother, but the reasoning why was that he just couldn't bring himself to tell them he'd decimated his mother's grave in order to take her remains and destroy the homunuclus that himself and his brother created.

"Oh, well if that's all, then why are you shutting yourself up in here?" Winry asked. "I mean, you've barely said two words since you found about...Hughes's death."

The alchemist turned back towards her. He let out an almost inaudible, constricted noise in his throat. Edward sighed and inclined his head away from her, remembering how he had reacted the moment he found out that his friend had been killed. "I'm...sorry about that," the golden-haired boy apologized.

"Sorry about what, Ed?" the young mechanic inquired, scooting closer to Edward on the bed.

The older Elric turned his head back to face Winry, saddness glazed his amber irises. "If I hurt you." Winry stared in shock, not sure what to make of what he was saying. Something in his eyes told her that he wasn't just meaning shoving her out of the way like he had. Something told her that Edward was meaning so much more than just a mere shove.

He felt Winry's hand rest on his leg. "What do you mean hurt me, Edward? I don't understand," the young mechanic insisted.

"I...just..," Edward struggled with his words but found he couldn't speak clearly. What was it that he wanted to tell her so desperately?

"You just what, Ed?" Winry pressed him, squeezing her hand tighter around his right leg. "You know you can tell me."

Edward felt his body lightly tremble from her touch, but not in a bad way. It was a pleasant way, and he almost wanted to beg her to move her hand up more, closer to where a sensation was beginning to grow between his legs. Almost reading his mind, Winry scooted over close and began gently massaging his leg with her hand, moving just centimeters from his center. It almost felt as though she were teasing him, but the alchemist tried to brush it from his mind. No, he couldn't do this. He couldn't allow Winry to touch him this way.

"Winry, I...can't do this," Edward insisted, lightly moving her hand away from his leg. "It wouldn't be right."

"I don't understand what you mean? What wouldn't be right?" the girl asked, scooting all the way up on the bed now and folding her legs underneath her. "Edward, don't you understand what I feel? Don't you think...I mean, am I not right for you, Ed?"

"I...I don't know, maybe...I mean... I feel so many different things, but Winry, I'm scared. It's not that you're not right for me...it's just...," the young man struggled to say, his voice trembling slightly.

Truth be told, Edward's emotions were disarray. He was bound and determined to put an end to the homunculi, he wanted to do more research to find ways to get his brother's body back by using the Philosopher's Stone, and he also didn't know if he was truthfully going to live through all of this. The last thing he wanted to do was lead Winry on, only to make her live without him and leave her with a broken heart. He didn't want her to fall in love with him. He didn't deserve her. Edward was always too busy working, too busy traveling, too busy searching to give her everything she needed. She deserved so much more than what he could give her.

Despite his own feelings, there were things more important than what he wanted in life. His top priority was Alphonse; nothing was going to get in the way of that. Not even his feelings for Winry Rockbell. Edward didn't want to allow himself to move further with her because he didn't want to hurt her anymore than he already had. Everytime he saw the girl's eyes fill with tears when he'd leave to continue on his dangerous travels, it always broke his heart, but what could he do? There wasn't anything he could do except to push himself away from the beautiful blonde mechanic he craved to touch in more ways than just physically. He couldn't allow those emotions to overwhelm him. There were just too many things that could happen. He wasn't going to be another Hohenhiem. Edward would be damned if he let that happen, and was not going to leave Winry with a brokenheart the way that bastard of a father did to his mother. The last thing Edward wanted for Winry was for her life to slip away waiting for him just like Trisha's had.

Winry pressed her body up against Edward's, leaning her cheek next to his and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "What are you scared of, Ed? You know you can tell me anything. I'm here to listen," the blonde whispered softly in Edward's ear.

The alchemist breathed deep, taking in Winry's fragrance. A slight scent of automail oil mixed with something cinnamon filled his senses and Edward felt himself tense slightly, his heart beginning to thump wildly in his chest now. "Winry," the boy said softly, leaning into her embrace. "I want nothing more than this, but...we're still trying to get our bodies back and I still have..," Edward paused for a moment before continuing. "Things to do."

"But, Edward, if you want this and I want this, then why deny each other?" Winry asked, her voice raising slightly now. She drew back from him and stared hard into his soft gaze. "What if there never is another chance for us?"

The older Elric dropped his head, his long, golden bangs curtaining his face. How was he supposed to tell her how he felt? He hated the way he felt and knew he needed Winry in his life, but it just wasn't going to happen. It couldn't happen. He couldn't hurt her. "Winry, you just need to stop. I don't...I don't want you to fall in love with me," he blurted out quietly.

Winry gasped, drawing even further back, her baby blue irises quivering. "Why, Edward? Don't you care for me too? Don't you want me to be by your side? Why don't you want me to love you? Am I not...right for you?" she asked, her tones choked with tears.

"It's not that Winry...I just, don't want to hurt you anymore," the blonde whispered, growing even more miserable.

Here he was, knowing that Winry Rockbell was in love with him and he...was he in love with her too? His heart would race everytime she came in contact with him, he would blush when she'd throw him a dazzling smile, and he'd even found himself thinking more than fondly of her and very often at that. Edward noticed he was looking at her differently than what he used as well. Now the alchemist would stare at every tiny detail of her face that made her so beautiful, then his eyes would trail down to her perfectly structured shoulder blades, down to her chest to study the growing lumps concealed by her shirt. He'd then find himself staring at the mechanic's slender, well-defined stomach. After taking that in, his eyes would travel to between her legs.

Only then would he feel his breath catch in his throat, his heart hammer as though it were going to jump right out of it's cavity and then a new, throbbing sensation in between his own legs. He wanted to place his arms protectively around her, hold her close, run his hands all over her skin, brush back her hair, stare into those eyes, touch his lips on hers. He wanted to press his concealed middle against hers. He wanted to feel her warm heat on his throbbing center, but the older Elric couldn't allow himself to succumb to these feelings. They weren't right. It just wouldn't be right to take Winry's innocence and then go off and abandon her the way his father did to his mother. He wasn't going to allow Winry to die like Trisha had. Edward nearly choked on this thought.

"You're not going to hurt me, Edward," came Winry's gentle voice next to his ear. "I know what the consequences are. I want you to understand that this may be our only chance. I want you to know so badly that I'm in love with you, Edward Elric. I always have been...I just didn't realize it until..well I think it was the day Miss Izumi came to find you and Alphonse. I wanted you to come home so I could be with you, but somehow in my heart I knew you couldn't. I know you two do dangerous work and you don't want me involved in it. That's fine, Ed. Even if these moments are our last together, then can you please let me show you what you mean to me?" the girl pleaded, tears swimming in her voice.

Edward scooted towards the edge of the bed, closest to the window and gazed out at the serene and calm sunset. A few birds chased each other around the pink and orange skies. He kept his head turned away from her as he and Winry sat on the bed. He didn't want the girl to see the look of growing anguish on his face. Why couldn't she understand why he didn't want to go through with this? Things could possibly change between the two and as badly as he wanted her, he couldn't do it. He couldn't take her innocence away. What would Alphonse think of him if he found out? Would he still look up to him as he always did, to be the big brother? Would he still want Ed to be there to protect him at any cost? Alphonse was another thing. He couldn't have a girl the way Edward could. Alphonse wouldn't be able to feel the warmth of a girl's skin on his body, the sweet taste of a kiss, nothing at all.

"Winry I...I can't," The alchemist's voice quivered.

"Why are you being so reluctant about this? Please, Edward," the beautiful girl pleaded. She scooted herself even closer to him and this time, she climbed on top of him, straddling him and placing her heated, concealed womanhood right on top of his manhood. The older Elric gasped at the sudden contact, but he wasn't about to push the young woman away. She grinded slightly against him, making the young man tremble with pleasure. "I don't think you understand how badly I want you right now. I want you more than anything. I want to touch you, I want to kiss you, hold you, give myself to you. If this is my last chance to do it, then I have to express myself." Winry brushed her lips up against the side of his neck softly.

"Winry, I don't...," Edward began, but was cut off by the mechanic placing a slender finger over his mouth.

"Shhhh, don't speak," she murmured, leaning close to him. Winry placed both hands on his cheeks, leaning in towards him. His eyes fell on her stout, pink lips moving closer towards his own. Edward leaned back on his hands, allowing Winry to act, take complete control. He felt frozen, like he couldn't stunt her movements. Within seconds, Ed felt the moist warmth of Winry's lips, pressing up against his own. His amber eyes widened, and Edward noticed that young woman's baby blue ones were closed. The alchemist felt himself relax and almost subconciously found himself wrapping his arms around Winry's body, holding her close and leaning in, to kiss her deeply. Edward didn't know why but at this very moment he felt, extremely vulnerable to her.

He was also inexperienced in any of this kind of stuff, but so was Winry, so she couldn't be disappointed, right? He felt the mechanic's lips part on his and felt something wet and warm slide it's way over his lips. Winry tickled his lips with her tongue, begging for him to open his mouth. Edward obliged, parting his lips so she could slip the appendage inside of his mouth. He felt the girl's tongue massaging his own and quickly picking up on the motion, Edward answered, feeling more confident than what he had at first. Winry moaned into his mouth as they explored each other's tongues, lips and teeth, taking turns to lightly suck on each other's tongues or their bottom lip. Edward tugged gently on Winry's bottom lip and let it slide gently through his teeth. The two kissed for what seemed like forever, when they broke apart for air, both breathing rather heavily. New sensations were carressing the alchemist's body and he wasn't quite sure how to distinguish the feelings. He couldn't complain though. This was the best feeling he'd ever had.

Growing braver, the older Elric took Winry by the waist and gently laid her down on her back. He climbed on top of her, his legs now straddling her body, both hands down on either side of her arms, holding his weight up. The alchemist gazed at Winry with a longing expression before diving down to kiss her once more. This feeling was pure elation, utter ecstacy. His heart was racing, his brow was sweating and Edward couldn't deny that he wanted more. Winry's hands instantly went up his sides and she brought her legs up, wrapping them around his back. She threw her head back in mid-kiss, moaning in sheer pleasure as she felt Edward's enshrouded, growing hardness thrust itself into the arising heat between her legs. Edward took the bottom of Winry's shirt with two, metal fingertips and began lifting it. He lowered his mouth down to her exposed stomach and tenderly began kissing it, running his tongue gently across her defined torso. Feeling audacious, he raised the shirt up even higher, exposing the mechanic's rounded, feminine lumps constrained by a lacey bra. He brought one hand behind her back and unsnapped the back of it, slipped the straps down her shoulders and tossed it to the side.

Instinctively, he took one breast in his metal hand and began to rub the hardening nipple with his thumb. Winry's back arched slightly as she cried out softly again. Edward seen that she liked this and so he made to lower his mouth to her breast. He wrapped his lips around her pink nipple, lightly flicking his tongue back and forth when it felt as though something slammed him in the back of the head. Edward lifted his body back up, his golden orbs widening in shock and what almost looked like fear. Without any type of warning, one thought right after another began racing through his mind. He could hear familiar voices. Not the type of voices that would make him seem as though he were crazy, but more like lost memories.

First, he heard Trisha's voice, light and airy. Then, he saw his mother's face with those soft, gentle emerald eyes. She was smiling cheerfully at him and then he saw himself, as a young boy wrapped around his mother's waist, staring up at her with a happy grin on his face. She looked proud of her oldest son. The image grew dark and the young Ed disappeared, leaving just his mother's face. The tender look turned to something horrifying. It was almost maniacal looking, like when he'd seen Sloth for the first time. It had frightened him a great deal and though he never wanted to see that face again, it was inevitable. The older Elric squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will the picture from his head when he saw a dark trickle of blood seeping out of the woman's mouth.

"Edward, my son...why couldn't you bring me back to life? Why couldn't make me right?" her voice sounded almost raspy. "What about your little brother? What you're doing right now, don't you realize that Alphonse can't even do that? Your little brother loves Winry too and he can't experience the feelings you are. You put him in that hollow shell of armor. It's your fault that he can't feel. Edward...you failed me and now you're failing Alphonse, your only little brother."

"Ed? Is everything alright?" Winry asked worriedly. She flew up, her shirt falling back down over her breasts and clutched onto his shoulders, but the boy didn't seem to hear her. "Edward, answer me!"

His face turned from a shocked look to a horrified expression. Another image flashed through his mind. This time, it was Alphonse in his armor and his voice was ringing clear in Edward's head. "Brother! What are you doing!? You're taking away Winry's innocence! Didn't you even stop and think that when I got my body back, I might want to be with Winry!? I don't have a real body! I can't feel what you feel! I never wanted this body anyway! Maybe Winry doesn't want you! I won the fight when we fought over who was going to marry her! How could you, Brother! How could you betray me!"

The image faded and the sounds of his mother and brother's voices did as well.The alchemist was gasping now, small cries of anguish freeing themselves from deep inside his chest which was heaving. The voices and images had disappeared completely, bringing him back into reality. Edward took in a deep breath. He realized what he was doing was wrong. The boy was going to end up disappointing his mother and upsetting his brother. Ed gazed down at Winry with a sorrowful expression before hanging his head. His long bangs once more curtained his face so the mechanic couldn't see him, and his breathing was coming in heavy gasps.

"Edward!" Winry cried out, still grasping his shoulders and shaking him. "What's wrong!? Come back to me please! Please tell me what's wrong!"

The golden-haired man didn't lift his head. His body began trembling over Winry's and she was surpised when she felt something wet and crystalline fall on her face. "E-Edward?" the mechanic asked uncertainly. What in the hell had just happened to him? He was back in reality now. The older Elric now knew that what he was doing was wrong. Edward couldn't be doing this to Winry. She felt a few more drops hit her face, followed by a constricted sound in the alchemist's throat. He took a shaky breath and got up off of the girl. Why was he crying? Brave, stubborn and arrogant Edward Elric was totally losing composure in front of her, and he was now letting out whispering sobs. There was no mistaking that he was completely and utterly distraught by something.

"I'm sorry, Winry...but I just can't do this," Edward told her in a choked, hoarse tone. He turned his back towards the girl and placed his metal hand over his face so she wouldn't have to see him looking this way or his tears, but it was a bit too late for that now; the young man was completely overwrought by emotion. His shoulders rose and fell with silent sobs that Edward tried to barricade. He grit his teeth together, trying to grab ahold of his cynicism. Why in the hell would he see something like this in his mind? Was he going crazy? Or was it possible that his subconcious was trying to tell him that what he was about to do was wrong?

"Edward, please, please tell me what just happened to you?" Winry pleaded, leaning herself up on her elbows as she stared at the back of his braided mane. She felt tears prickling the corners of her eyes at seeing her Edward in so much pain, but why was he? What was the cause of it? They had been so in tune with one another that the alchemist felt anything could have happened. He couldn't remember a time he'd ever felt so elated in his whole being of existence. So why, why did something have to ruin it for him as always? What did he do to deserve the constant suffering he always endured?

"Ed, c'mon now. You know you can talk to me. Tell me what happened. Did you see something? You know you don't have to afraid to open up to me," Winry spoke soothingly. She leaned up and wrapped her arms comfortingly around the alchemist's shoulders and held him close. "Please tell me so I can help you." Edward leaned into the girl's comfort, allowing it to envelope is torment and ease the pain a little.

"I...can't betray my little brother," came Edward's soft, anguished tone from behind his bangs. "He...he loves you too, Winry."

"I know he does and I love him too, but I'm not in love with him the way I am with you, Edward. Alphonse is like a little brother to me and that's all," the girl insisted, rubbing her cheek against his soft, golden locks. Winry couldn't hold back her tears now. The escaped from her baby blue orbs, but the girl managed to hold her voice steady as possible, only wavering slightly."Al knows I love you. Al doesn't love me in that way. He already told me he didn't. I admitted to him awhile back that I had feelings for you, and I asked him to promise me that he wouldn't tell you because...I was too afraid at that time for you to know, because I was scared you might not have feelings for me like I do for you," Winry admitted.

"Al...h-he really knows about this then? He...he'll accept this? He won't...t-think I betrayed him?" Edward inquired, almost as if he were surprised by these words.

"Of course he wouldn't think you betrayed him! Why on earth would you think something like that Edward?" Winry asked softly, nuzzling more into his hair. She felt the alchemist lean even more into her embrace.

"I...Winry, I just...don't want to disappoint anybody. I feel like...l-like I'm being pulled in two different directions. I don't want to upset my brother by being with you and I don't want to disappoint Mom. What if...what if Mom can see me right now and knows what I'm doing? What if she resents what I'm doing because...because Alphonse can't do the same?" the golden-eyed boy stammered. "I just don't know if I can bare the thought of them hating me for doing what I want to do that might make me happy. I feel...I feel like I don't deserve to be happy, not when my little brother is suffering inside that shell of a body."

Winry released her grip on Edward and moved to sit in front of him. She took both of his tear-drenched cheeks in her hands and lifted his face towards her own. Gold met azure as the mechanic gently pulled him to her attention. "Alphonse would never think of you like that. He knows that we want to be together and he accepts that. That boy wants nothing more than for his older brother to be happy. He's watched you suffer just as you've watched him, Ed. Alphonse has seen all the wounds you've sustained, all the sacrificing you've done on his behalf, all the pain and torment you've gone through at losing people you love and all the blood, sweat and tears you've shed for both you and him. I think if he knew that you wanted to be with me right now and had that opportunity, he would be happy for you. Al told me he's tired of watching you suffer and just once he wants to see you happy and smiling, despite all you've been through," Winry explained, gently carressing Edward's cheeks, that were now drying, with her thumbs. "So please...Ed, don't hold back on your feelings just because you fear things. You've never let fear stop you before, so why now? What if...what if this is our only chance?" the blonde question, her voice quivering and fresh tears filling her azure eyes. Her shoulders began to tremble and the salty tears escaped.

"You're...you're right, Winry," Edward admitted, placing both of his hands on Winry's face just as she had with him. He gently wiped her tears away. "This may be our only chance. I just want you to know that this really could be our only one chance to be together this way, to express ourselves to one another. I don't want you to think of me in the same light as my father...and Winry...don't allow yourself to fall into the same path my mother did, please. I couldn't live with myself if you allowed your life to slip away on my behalf."

"I...I won't, Edward," the mechanic replied. "I promise I won't. I already knew the consequences at hand, but it's not going to stop my feelings. I've got the chance to prove my feelings to you, to give you and only you all of me. It's always been you, Edward and only you."

"Only you too, Win," the alchemist replied, cracking a small smile. The older Elric laid the girl gently back down on the bed and within seconds the two were passionately kissing one another, starting at the lips, moving down each other's necks and stomachs. Soon, the two were removing each other's clothes, slowly. Edward lifted Winry's tank top over her head. Winry undid the belt buckle on the alchemist's pants and slid them down his legs. They removed the clothing articles piece by piece until all that was left was Edward's boxers and Winry's underwear. "I've...never done this before," the alchemist stated apprehensively.

"Neither have I...but it's okay. I wanted my first time to be with you," the blonde replied, cupping Edward's cheek in her hand. "It's okay," she whispered.

"How about I...work you up a bit before we begin?" Edward whispered seductively, a new light filling his amber orbs.

"You can do anything you want, just be gentle unless I tell you otherwise," Winry purred back, allowing her lips to rub against the alchemist's ear.

Edward took one metal finger and slipped Winry's lacey underwear down her hips, past her legs and threw them onto the floor. Allowing herself to fully succumb, the young mechanic spread her legs wide open, allowing her pulsating womanhood to thoroughly show. The sky outside had now darkened and the moon was full on this very night, it's bright glow shining like a spotlight on the couple through the window. Edward placed his cool, metal hand up against Winry's throbbing center and allowed a finger to slip in between her heated folds. He began gently rubbing up and down before he inserted his middle finger, not into her opening, but just above it. As he rubbed, he noticed a small bump that seemed to be more red and swollen then the rest of her womanhood. Edward peered closely at it, noticing it was throbbing and looked tight. Overcome by lust, Edward placed his two fingers around the pulsating bump and squeezed. Winry arched her back even more than she had earlier and threw her head back, gasping. Realizing that this was a good thing, Edward slowly began rubbing the growing, red bump causing the girl to whimper in pleasure.

"Y-yes...there, right there...oh god, Edward," the girl moaned, her back lifting itself off of the bed and thrusting herself into the alchemist's metal hand.

"Mmmm that feels good, doesn't it?" he murmered, feeling confident. "How about we try a little something new?" He removed his fingers from Winry's clit and gently slid one into her molten core, gently moving it back and forth. The mechanic had to hold back a cry of delectation as she pushed herself against Edward's finger. "How about one more?" the older Elric inquired, and Winry gave a moan to answer her need. Edward slipped another finger inside of her and swirled the steel appendages inside of her burning hot womanhood. Winry was nearly crying with pleasure, her hands above her head, gripping the pillow behind her head, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. "I...I'm not hurting you, am I?" the young man asked her nervously.

"No...n-not at all, Edward...k-keep going," the blonde whimpered, pushing herself even more, allowing his fingers to dig deeper. She allowed the boy work on her for awhile, before reaching her hand downward and sliding his boxers from his body, exposing the alchemist's erection. She grabbed his manhood with her own hand, slick with sweat and began moving her hand up and down, in a stroking motion. Edward lowered his head against her stomach as he thrust three metal fingers into Winry's hot core, moving faster and faster. He moaned as the girl made continuous strokes on his swollen erection, wetness secreating down his manhood.

"I want it now, Edward!" Winry practically begged, grabbing the boy's shoulders. "I can't stand it anymore!"

"Winry...are you sure? You really want me? This is truly what you desire? Once we do this, everything changes, for you, for me...for us," Edward stated seriously. "I'm not saying I don't want you. I do. I've never been more sure of anything in my life," he added, running his flesh hand down her cheek. "I just want to make sure you don't feel like you're making a mistake."

"I don't, Edward. I honestly don't. I've already told you, it's always been you. Please, just give me everything you have and I'll give you all of me," Winry pleaded, holding the alchemist's face in her hands. "Just make love to me, Edward. If you really love me, show me that you do."

"I...okay, I just...don't want to hurt you," he admitted. Noticing the growing look of slight frustation on Winry's beautiful face, Edward obliged. He placed the tip of his hardened manhood in Winry's throbbing opening and gently slid himself inside of her molten core. The girl's face scrunched up as she gripped hard on Edward's shoulders. "W-Winry?" he questioned, worried by the girl's expression. It wasn't a look of pleasure; it was a look of pain.

"It's...it's alright Ed, don't stop, just go really slow. It's going to hurt the first time, but I'll be okay," Winry insisted.

"I-if you're sure," the alchemist replied uncertainly not wanting it to hurt her, but continued to oblige and move slowly back and forth inside of Winry. Her walls felt tight around his rather large manhood and he knew this was causing the girl pain, but she didn't want him to stop. He wasn't going to as long as she told him not to. He kept moving, very slowly back and forth when he felt something burst around him. Winry arched her back again and raised her legs up even higher, wrapping them around Edward's back. "Are you okay, Win?" he whispered, leaning down next to the girl's ear.

"I'm fine, Edward. It's...not hurting anymore, just please don't stop. Keeping going," Winry begged as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. She buried her face into the crook of his neck and the alchemist answered her silent plea, thrusting his hot, hard flesh into her firey, dripping womanhood. Edward spread his legs a bit for more leverage and Winry's legs held tighter to his back. "Harder, Ed! Faster!" the girl pleaded throwing her head back, exposing her throat, light blonde strands of hair were clinging to her shoulder blades and face. Both bodies were slick and glistening with sweat.

"Win, this is our first time. I really don't want to hurt you," the alchemist insisted. "Are you sure you want me to pick up the pace?"

Winry sat up, glaring at him with that same stare she always gave him whenever the young man frustrated her. "Edward Elric, if you don't bang the hell out of me, I'm going to go faster for both of us. Don't you dare make me get the wrench," she threatened him.

Lust filling Edward's senses and feeling devious, he stared down at Winry with a seductive grin. "You wouldn't even be able to get the wrench," he told her still smiling. "Because, I'm not going to allow you to." Edward sat up on the girl, his hard flesh still pushed inside of the girl. "If you want me to go harder and faster, you'll have to behave yourself." The alchemist was still smiling, his half smile and it was nearly taunting Winry.

"Ed, what are you-," the mechanic began but was cut off by a clap of the older Elric's hands. A bright blue flash of bolting light emitted as he began the transmutation. Edward snickered and pressed the girl up against iron bars of the headboard, grabbed her wrists and transmuted a pair of iron cuffs around her wrists, leaving her to lay helplessly exposed on the bed. "Oh damn, what are you going to do? Torment and tease me? You forget I'm a mechanic. I could just easily slip out of these cuffs by using my fingers," the girl stated ravenously.

"But you're not an alchemist, Win, and those cuffs are holding you to this bed by alchemy. You're machine junky brain wouldn't be able to comprehend the transmutation that's holding you. Since you're being such a naughty girl and won't be patient, I'll just have to make you beg," Edward purred, running his steel fingertip from Winry's neck, down between her breasts, in a straight line down her stomach and to her womanhood. He removed himself, leaning down and gently licked her throbbing, red bump with the tip of his tongue.

Winry bucked gently, trying to press herself into the alchemist's mouth. "Oh...god, Edward," the girl groaned.

"You like that, huh? You want a little more?" the golden-haired boy inquired. He swirled his slick, wet tongue around the pulsating lump, in between her folds taking in her sweet taste and then slid it into her wet womanhood. He brought it back up and began flicking his tongue back and forth on her clit, making the girl buck wildly against his mouth, thrusting herself into his and Edward took her clitoris between his lips, sucking on the hard lump.

"OH GOD ED, I CAN'T STAND IT!" screamed Winry who struggled against her cuffs. "Get back inside me, please!"

"Why? Don't you like this? Am I not doing a good job for you?" the alchemist asked her in mock hurt.

"N-no it's not that...I-I...I just-," the girl was cut off as her breath caught her throat when she felt his warm, wet tongue lapping hard and fast right on top of her throbbing, lady lump. "OH...ED...I THINK...," but Winry couldn't finish as she felt a firey, roaring sensation threatening to pour out of her open center. "I...I'M..." Sensing that Winry was close to climax, the alchemist moved his tongue even faster before the girl threw her head back and moaned loudly, her muscles clenching as the orgasm reached it's peak. Edward lowered his head and lapped at Winry's sweet taste.

The girl was breathing heavily, her head had fallen back once more on the pillow and she still lay suspended by the alchemic cuffs fused to the iron bars on the headboard. "Take me now, alchemy freak," came her voice, hoarse and raspy. Just the sound of it sent chills down Edward's spine of pleasure. He'd never heard Winry sound so sexy and demanding.

Edward decided that Winry had been attached to the bed long enough and so he clapped his hands together once more, releasing the bonds that held Winry. She smiled at him with a tantalizing expression as the boy lowered himself back down her body, sliding his aching manhood into her wet, streaming core. He could feel her sheath throbbing around him as he slid back and forth in swift, abrupt motions. Winry cried out and dug her nails into the Edward's back. She once more buried her face into the crook of his neck and he felt her teeth slightly sink into his flesh, followed by a sucking sensation. Edward moaned, his face filled with erratic pleasure. He wasn't working by himself now. Winry had taken to thrusting herself over Edward, the two meeting in constant harmony. The floodgates inside Winry were begging to be released and Edward could feel the intense sensation streaming up his hard, hot flesh.

"Win, I'm gonna...I'm gonna...," the alchemist stammered, sweat beading on his forehead. White stars were popping before his vision and he could feel the building pressure. Winry's sheath throbbed around him and at the same time that her floodgates burst, he exploded his warm seed into her throbbing, molten core, thrusting fast as he came. Winry was spreading her legs as wide as she possibly could to heighten the pleasure while the two came together. Edward lowered his face to Winry's, demandingly grabbing her lips with his own and the two moaned into each other's mouths as they finished. Edward collapsed in an exhausted heap on Winry's chest, breathing heavily. The girl ran her hands through the alchemist's hair and realized his braid had come lose. She toyed with the silk-like strands between her fingertips which were slightly damp with sweat. After catching his breath, he looked up at Winry, his cheek resting against one of her breasts. There was a new look in his eyes, a sort of light that showed the elation Edward felt.

"So," the alchemist began, staring up at her with his expressive, golden orbs. "Were you disappointed?"

"Not at all," Winry replied softly, smiling and continuing to run her fingers through his golden locks. "Were you?"

"Hell no. How could I be disappointed. It was you, Win," he told her affectionately, tracing her collarbone with his steel fingertips.

"Only me?" she asked sweetly, taking his hand and lightly kissing the tips of his fingers.

"Only you and always you," the alchemist replied.

"Only you too, Edward Elric." Winry retierated, kissing his temple lightly. "I love you."

"I love you too, Win," the older Elric whispered back.

Meanwhile, outside in the hall stood Alphonse Elric. He'd heard his brother's tears and Winry's pleads earlier and was almost afraid that something terrible had happened. When he'd heard what the two were discussing afterward, the younger Elric decided it would be best to leave his brother and Winry alone. He'd come back to check on them later on, knowing they needed their privacy. Alphonse had waited for a good hour before going back up the stairs and down the hallway. He'd heard nothing inside of the room. The suit of armor opened up the door very quietly and peered inside. The older Elric was laying on his back with his left arm resting comfortably behind his head. Winry was laying up against his chest and Edward's metal arm was around her shoulders. The twosome were sound asleep. They had the blankets pulled up around their bodies and somewhere deep inside, Alphonse could feel himself smiling. He'd never seen his brother look so peaceful and content when sleeping. The younger Elric slowly closed the door and stepped away. Brother...I'm so happy that you could be happy. You've endured enough suffering. It's time for you to alteast have something good in your life. I'm glad it could be Winry.