FMA: 52 Flavours, Prompt 32
Title: Perfection Not Required
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme no.: 32. Your kiss a city of stars
Pairing: Ed/Winry
Rating: K
Summary: Winry’s first kiss is memorable, but not for the reason she thinks.
Notes: Third of three updates for
52_flavours. This one actually also follows Prompt 12, and I actually meant to post it before I posted the first time fic that went up a while ago but I kind of forgot. Either way, this is what happens when I wonder what’s the worst thing that could happen during a first kiss.
32. Your kiss a city of stars
Most girls dreamed about their first kiss. It was supposed to be a right of passage into adulthood - and more importantly, it was supposed to be a magical moment in a young girl’s life when music swelled and the sun shone just for her and her love and the wind swept through whatever romantic place they just happened to be kissing in (her top choices so far had been the beach, the top of a hill at sunset, and a horse-drawn carriage riding through the gardens in spring). Most importantly, when she and her beloved finally locked lips, she was supposed to see stars, and know that the boy she was with was the one she was supposed to be with for the rest of her life.
Winry knew this for a fact. She had read lots of books.
Oh, sure, she had told herself many, many times not to take those silly stories so seriously, and that she should be more realistic about her first kiss, or first relationship, or first anything. It never happened the way it did in the books.
But still… there was always the little picture in her head, of a romantic, sweeping first kiss. It was a private, silly little indulgence that she considered more seriously than she would truly ever admit, even to herself.
So Winry couldn’t help being just a little disappointed when, as Ed finally kissed her for the first time ever, she found herself not swept away but stuck in the moment.
It was… wet. It was wet, and she’d had to stop herself from giggling when their teeth had clicked together, and she was pretty sure she’d never want to eat fried pork again for the rest of her life, no matter how much she’d enjoyed her serving at lunch several hours earlier. And also he was gripping her arms too tightly, as if he were afraid she might melt away right in front of him.
And then Ed had done this… thing with his tongue, entirely by accident, and sort of… murmured, right into her mouth, and that had felt good, so she closed her eyes and relaxed into the moment.
Unfortunately, when she relaxed the heavy-duty shifting spanner she’d been using when Ed had sprung his sneak attack kiss on her had slipped from her hand. It landed directly on Ed’s sandal-clad right foot.
With a yelp he’d pulled away from her and fell back, already hopping up on his remaining automail foot. His grip on her arms had tightened, and then, as he lost his balance he pushed away from her, setting Winry off-balance as well and causing her to stagger back into the freestanding table she’d been sitting at when he’d stormed into the room.
The table tipped and she went with it, and with a roar of clanging metals she went heels over head, the breath in her lungs exiting with a whoosh as she hit the ground and all the tools and automail pieces that had been sitting on the table either hit her - the butt of a screwdriver managed to hit her directly above the eye - or the ground around her.
“Ow.”
For a moment Winry laid there, her feet still propped up onto the table and waving ridiculously in the air, and then Ed’s face appeared, looking utterly horrified.
“Are you okay?” he barked anxiously, already turning red. “Your - your eye!”
Winry slapped a hand over it, still making no move to get up. “I’m okay. Are you okay?”
She didn’t hear Ed’s response - she was too busy thinking about her first kiss. Ed scrambled to help her up, and as she steadied herself on her feet she started giggling, probably convincing Ed she’d hit her head and knocked herself silly.
Her first kiss hadn’t been what she’d secretly hoped for, with music and sweeping winds and a romantic setting, but she had to hand it to Ed. She had seen stars.
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme no.: 32. Your kiss a city of stars
Pairing: Ed/Winry
Rating: K
Summary: Winry’s first kiss is memorable, but not for the reason she thinks.
Notes: Third of three updates for
52_flavours. This one actually also follows Prompt 12, and I actually meant to post it before I posted the first time fic that went up a while ago but I kind of forgot. Either way, this is what happens when I wonder what’s the worst thing that could happen during a first kiss.
32. Your kiss a city of stars
Most girls dreamed about their first kiss. It was supposed to be a right of passage into adulthood - and more importantly, it was supposed to be a magical moment in a young girl’s life when music swelled and the sun shone just for her and her love and the wind swept through whatever romantic place they just happened to be kissing in (her top choices so far had been the beach, the top of a hill at sunset, and a horse-drawn carriage riding through the gardens in spring). Most importantly, when she and her beloved finally locked lips, she was supposed to see stars, and know that the boy she was with was the one she was supposed to be with for the rest of her life.
Winry knew this for a fact. She had read lots of books.
Oh, sure, she had told herself many, many times not to take those silly stories so seriously, and that she should be more realistic about her first kiss, or first relationship, or first anything. It never happened the way it did in the books.
But still… there was always the little picture in her head, of a romantic, sweeping first kiss. It was a private, silly little indulgence that she considered more seriously than she would truly ever admit, even to herself.
So Winry couldn’t help being just a little disappointed when, as Ed finally kissed her for the first time ever, she found herself not swept away but stuck in the moment.
It was… wet. It was wet, and she’d had to stop herself from giggling when their teeth had clicked together, and she was pretty sure she’d never want to eat fried pork again for the rest of her life, no matter how much she’d enjoyed her serving at lunch several hours earlier. And also he was gripping her arms too tightly, as if he were afraid she might melt away right in front of him.
And then Ed had done this… thing with his tongue, entirely by accident, and sort of… murmured, right into her mouth, and that had felt good, so she closed her eyes and relaxed into the moment.
Unfortunately, when she relaxed the heavy-duty shifting spanner she’d been using when Ed had sprung his sneak attack kiss on her had slipped from her hand. It landed directly on Ed’s sandal-clad right foot.
With a yelp he’d pulled away from her and fell back, already hopping up on his remaining automail foot. His grip on her arms had tightened, and then, as he lost his balance he pushed away from her, setting Winry off-balance as well and causing her to stagger back into the freestanding table she’d been sitting at when he’d stormed into the room.
The table tipped and she went with it, and with a roar of clanging metals she went heels over head, the breath in her lungs exiting with a whoosh as she hit the ground and all the tools and automail pieces that had been sitting on the table either hit her - the butt of a screwdriver managed to hit her directly above the eye - or the ground around her.
“Ow.”
For a moment Winry laid there, her feet still propped up onto the table and waving ridiculously in the air, and then Ed’s face appeared, looking utterly horrified.
“Are you okay?” he barked anxiously, already turning red. “Your - your eye!”
Winry slapped a hand over it, still making no move to get up. “I’m okay. Are you okay?”
She didn’t hear Ed’s response - she was too busy thinking about her first kiss. Ed scrambled to help her up, and as she steadied herself on her feet she started giggling, probably convincing Ed she’d hit her head and knocked herself silly.
Her first kiss hadn’t been what she’d secretly hoped for, with music and sweeping winds and a romantic setting, but she had to hand it to Ed. She had seen stars.