FMA: 52 Flavours, Prompt 37
Title: Somewhat Delighted
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme no.: 37. Like two swimmers who love the water, their souls knit/together without being sewn, no seam.
Pairing: Ed/Winry (vague mention of Roy/Riza in the background)
Rating: K+
Summary: He might remember how beautiful the wedding was, if he hadn’t had too much wine. Ed’s thoughts on the drive home.
Notes: First half of an update for 52_flavours. Silly, dreamy, drunk fluff for my last update.
37. Like two swimmers who love the water, their souls knit
together without being sewn, no seam.
He was tired.
That was the foremost thought in his mind, closely followed by “I’ve had too much wine,” and rounded out with, “I can’t feel my fingers.”
It was cold - there were several inches of snow on the ground -it was the early morning, and Ed’s eyes were heavy as he gazed at the white expanse around him, feeling relieved that Al was behind the wheel of the car and not he. Ed hadn’t even bothered to fight Al for the keys when his brother had snagged them from his pocket.
“The wedding was nice, wasn’t it, Ed?” Al asked cheerfully from the front seat, smiling and happy and annoyingly sober. It took Ed’s fuzzy mind a moment to catch up - Winry and Al had dragged him to Colonel Bastard’s wedding; that’s where he’d gotten the wine.
“Yeah,” he grunted, suddenly noticing the weight against him and turning his head down to see Winry’s golden crown perched against his shoulder. She was curled up in the backseat next to him, her feet peeking out from beneath the hem of her long skirt. He had no idea where her shoes had ended up. Al must have carried her to the car.
“And the lights and the flowers - I had no idea they could get such fresh flowers in the middle of winter,” Al continued determinedly, not at all put off by Ed’s short response.
There had been wonderful, soft lights, and flowers. Winry had threaded one into her hair, he thought, but he couldn’t see it now. It was probably with her shoes, wherever they were.
“And the band,” Al sighed.
They had danced, Ed remembered. That’s why Winry had taken her shoes off. She’d pulled him out into the middle of the dance floor, even when he had protested, and they had danced. There had been other people too, but Ed had only danced with Winry, and the thought made him stupidly satisfied.
“Riza was beautiful, wasn’t she?” Al pressed.
Winry had been blushing- it could have been from the wine or from dancing, but he had known it was from the way she’d unashamedly pressed against him while they danced and how she’d wrapped herself warm around him - and how he’d stopped protesting.
“What, Al?” Ed asked, suddenly realizing Al was waiting for a response.
“I said she was beautiful, wasn’t she, Ed?” Al repeated patiently, his eyes never leaving the road.
Ed’s eyes skirted over Winry’s blond locks, settled over her shoulder and shading her face.
“Yeah, she was,” he sighed in agreement.