Everytime We Touch

A/N: Sorry this took me so long to write! I couldn’t think of a good fanfic idea, and then I got preoccupied with HHYSIAH. Anyways, here it is; some good, old-fashioned EdWin. X3 (and SEXUAL TENSION! ZOMG!)



And this fic is completely AU so I could tweak the ages.



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I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me.

I still feel your touch in my dreams (my dreams).

Forgive me my weakness,

But I don't know why,

Without you it's hard to survive.

~



Fixing Ed’s automail had never been more awkward.



Winry tried to go about her job of checking and tweaking the tiny bits and pieces of his arm and leg so that they performed better with the same single-mindedness that she always had. It actually worked, for the first hour or so, because she was so engrossed in the adjusting of various parts that she hadn’t seen in over two years that she completely forgot who they were attached to. Then, as she got more used to his specific automail, what she was doing became more automatic, and therefore required less thinking.



And, inevitably, her mind began to wander.



And with a very attractive, tanned, fit, and all-around gorgeous half-naked boy sitting in front of her, the direction it would wander in was also inevitable.



And it was no small wonder; the last time she had seen him they had both been fifteen. She had been skinnier, less developed, younger looking. He had had muscle even then, but it had seemed very out-of-place, because he was young and small for his age. Though he was still small, he had grown into his looks. Then she had been annoyed at him for denting her automail, and hadn’t given a second thought to the fact that he was in his underwear. But they were older now, and knew more about the world; they were closer to being adults than children. Winry went to work on his leg, blushing.



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'Cause everytime we touch,

I get this feeling.

And everytime we kiss,

I swear I could fly.

Can't you feel my heart beat fast?

I want this to last.

'Need you by my side.

'Cause everytime we touch,

I feel the static.

And everytime we kiss,

I reach for the sky.

Can't you hear my heart beat so?

I can't let you go.

'Want you in my life.

~


Ed, for his part, didn’t appear to notice Winry’s discomfort. He was simply sitting on her work table, looking very bored, obviously wondering why this was taking so long. Winry cleared her throat, and opened her mouth to make some comment or other about the weather, but he beat her to it.



“So what have you been up to?” He asked casually, inspecting the arm that she had just finished with.



“The usual.” She replied, “We’re normally pretty busy, because we’re the only really decent automail mechanics for miles.”



“You shouldn’t work so hard all the time.” He commented in an offhanded way. “ It isn’t good for you.” She snorted.



“Oh as if you’re one to talk about overworking.” She said.



“Winry—”



“You never take a vacation! Except for when you absolutely have to or because your limbs are giving you trouble, and even then it never lasts for longer than it takes for me to do a rush job on whatever you need. I bet you’re planning on leaving tomorrow, aren’t you?” He hung his head, letting his hair fall over his face, covering his eyes. “I thought so.” She shook her head, “Just once   I wish you would forget about what you have to do and stay here. Just for a while.”



“Don’t you think I’d like to?” He asked. He shook his head, and his golden blond hair swayed slightly. “I have to return Al to normal. And I can’t rest until I do.” His fists were clenched. Winry put her wrench down, and reached up to set her hand on one balled fist.



“But you’re wound so tightly you’re about to snap.” She told him. His gears were wound too tightly. He’d end up cracking, or breaking. She wondered if, at this point, it was possible to loosen them. She glanced at her wrench; it would be of no use now. He looked at her hand on his for a moment, reddening. Winry turned red as well, and removed it. “Why do you do this to yourself?”


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Your arms are my castle,

Your heart is my sky,

They wipe away tears that I cry (I cry).

The good and the bad times,

We've been through them all,

You make me rise when I fall.
  
~


“I have to. I can’t stop. I have to keep pushing forward until I find the stone.” He said.



“D’you think Al appreciates this? You killing yourself to find it?”



“I—”



“You worry him sometimes.” She looked down. “You worry me most of the time. I’m not there. I can’t talk to you when you’re off doing whatever it is you do for the military. For all I know, any visit could be your last. That’s why I want you to stay longer. Better make the time we have count, right?”



“R-right.” He said, fidgeting slightly. Winry picked her wrench up and finished turning the last few bolts, making his leg fully operational again. She set the wrench down again, and stood up. She sat next to him, grabbed some oil, and a rag, and began cleaning the surface of his automail arm. Her hand accidentally brushed his shoulder, and she jumped a little. Her stomach did something funny, and she quickly returned to her polishing.



“Wake me up before you leave tomorrow.” She ordered.



“Winry—” Her stomach did the funny thing again when he said her name, and she polished with more vigor. “I wish we didn’t have to leave. But I promised Mustang we wouldn’t dawdle.”



“It’s fine, I understand.” She assured him. He reached up with his flesh arm and grabbed the wrist of the hand that was polishing his arm. Winry, confused, sat there, waiting for him to say something. Meanwhile, the feeling of his hand on her skin was making her heart beat slightly faster than normal. He looked over at her and met her gaze.



“I wish I didn’t have to leave you.” He said again, clearly, so she caught his meaning. “But I promise; someday I’ll come back for good.”



“And then what?” She said, breathlessly.

~

'Cause everytime we touch,

I get this feeling.

And everytime we kiss,

I swear I could fly.

Can't you feel my heart beat fast?

I want this to last.

'Need you by my side.

'Cause everytime we touch,

I feel the static.

And everytime we kiss,

I reach for the sky.

Can't you hear my heart beat so?

I can't let you go.

'Want you in my life.
   ~


“I don’t know.” He admitted, “But I won’t leave you ever again.” She smiled slightly.



“I won’t mind, so long as you stay close enough to visit.” She said. It was, of course, unrealistic to expect him to stay here with her forever. Wasn’t it? “You’ll want to go off and get married, and have a family...” He released her wrist, and reached over to set his hand gently on the side of her face.



“And who says I have to leave you to do that?” Before she could respond or, as she had intended, gape in wonder, he leaned forward and kissed her. Winry was taken aback, and at first did nothing, but once she had convinced herself that this was really happening, she closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss, wrapping an arm around his neck. It felt as though her nerves were on fire, or perhaps being electrified. They pulled apart, and Ed leaned forward so that their foreheads were touching.



“I don’t.” Winry said softly, in response to his rhetorical question. “I need you with me.”

~

'Cause everytime we touch,

I get this feeling.

And everytime we kiss,

I swear I could fly.

Can't you feel my heart beat fast?

I want this to last.

'Need you by my side.
  

~



A/N: Mm, well, kind of scattered, but hey, it’s 12:30 right now and I’ve been working on this for the past hour. (Sad, ne?). Please be gentle with your criticism! I am sleep-deprived!


Later: OGMAIGAWDIKEEl. Sorry for the RETARDED spacing and the fact that it's entirely in italics, but there isn't a missing tag ANYWHERE, and the stupid thing doesn't seem to realize that. This is why I hate posting stuff on deviantart. Gaah.