Deal
Title: Deal
Author: miss_auto1621
Pairing: Edward E. & Winry R.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme: 76: Game
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I play Barbies with Arakawa's toys. So I don't own them. :D
Part of LiveJournal's 101 Kisses challenge
Summary: If she wins, she has her way. If he wins, well, that won't be discussed. His plans are for his mind to formulate and for his body to carry out. Post CoS.
A/N: Happy new year! Computer's fixed, so I'm happy, but my internet's being a bitch. Anyways, 1st part of a duo chapter fic. Dedicated to Yeye for the 99 Stories in a Year challenge. I am not an expert when it comes to playing cards, but I have played like 5 different kinds of poker and other games. Hopefully this is the universal version, or the American version, I don't know. :D Enjoy!
"You want me to play a game of cards with you?" Winry asked.
Out of all the things Ed could have asked, he was requesting a game of cards? What the fuck, really?
"Unless you want to pass the time doing something else?" Ed asked, knowing very well that time went by very slowly when riding a train. And there weren't really any real activities to do other than sleep, stare out the window, sleep, or stay seated. But at least Ed was able to rent a private compartment for them. After coming back from the other side of the gate, he didn't feel like sharing Winry with anyone, even if it sometimes annoyed the hell out of her. He wasn't being possessive, but he was just being a bit selfish with people, especially men.
But Winry knew he loved her. It took him long enough to admit it, too. Twenty-two years and many tragedies later, he finally came out with his feelings in the dorkiest way imaginable. It had to do with alchemy, of course, but she forgave him for it and accepted his revelation. Since then, their friendship jumped to a higher level. One where kisses were involved. And she liked it.
However, she did not like the idea of playing cards with him at the moment. Ed could be an imp at times, and when it came to card-especially poker-he got some crazy betting ideas.
She could take out her automail project that she had to finish before they arrived to Rush Valley. Mr. Dominic had called her, saying that one of her customers had come in need of her craftsmanship and skills. Now, she had to attach the last finger to the automail hand that she had to install. But Ed was a major distraction. A really entrancing distraction, even if she didn't admit it, and even if he didn't notice.
"Are we going to have to bet something?" she asked.
"There would be no fun if we didn't bet," he answered. "That's the point of the game."
"Why can't it be harmless?" she kept asking.
"This is harmless betting," he said. "It's not like we're betting something really important, like my arm, or your head, or something."
"Okay, that is serious betting," Winry answered. "Fine, I'll play. But just one game."
"You're so boring," he said. "One. Really?"
"Yes, just one."
"Fine." Ed took out his deck of cards and began to shuffle. "Let's start betting."
Winry thought about that. She knew Ed was going to win. It's not that she was doubting herself, but she knew he would cheat to win. She would have to be a really good cheater to get herself out of that one. But she didn't know how he did it to have a trump card up his sleeve. Sneaky bastard.
"If I win…" she began, "…I'll do what I want with you in Rush Valley."
Ed raised his left eyebrow. What would she do to him? He had to wonder.
"If I win," Ed said after thinking, "I won't tell you what I'll do to you."
Winry smirked. They both looked smug. If she wins, she has her way. If he wins, well, that won't be discussed. His plans are for his mind to formulate and for his body to carry out. And that was not fair to Winry. Although, she didn't give enough insight for him to guess what she would do. So it was fair. Feign the abstraction until it was time. Of course, they hadn't really done the dirty yet, but it wasn't like they were going to wait forever, right? That thought alone made Ed shiver with delight and it made Winry smile with satisfaction. When would they do the dirty?
"Okay," she said. "What are we playing?"
"Poker," he answered. Of course.
"That's where we have to get a full house, right?" she asked.
"Yep."
"Just making sure," she said as she was handed her set of cards by him across the table.
Damn it. She had none that would give her a slight chance of winning. Ed's poker face was no joke, and the more she thought about it, the more she found the pun a lot more gagable. What cards did he have?
"Can I trade?" she asked.
"Yeah."
She kept the Jack, but traded the four that didn't stand a chance against Ed's set. She held in her breath as she saw the damn cards. Shit, what did Ed have in mind for her? She was in no better shape than she was before trading the cards.
She saw that Ed traded all five of his cards. ALL FIVE. What? He didn't like them, either? But he kept his composure and stared at his set before focusing his eyes on her.
"Ready?" he asked.
'No,' she thought. "Sure."
They both sat down their cards in a fan. She knew it. He had a King, a Queen, a Jack, and a 10, all from the same suit, except for the Joker that rested next to the 10. Hers were embarrassing: an Ace, a 2, a 5, 7, and the Jack, but they were from the same suit. She sighed and Ed smirked.
"Are you sure you don't want to play another game?" he asked.
She stood from where she sat and made her way to Edward. It was time to pay up, right? "I'm good." She didn't demonstrate her disappointment and decided to kneel on the booth's seat instead of sitting down properly.
"What are you going to do with me?" she asked.
Ed suspected she would do something and looked at her funny. "You want to pay up so quickly?" he asked.
Winry thought about it. "Unless you want for us to do something else to pass the time here?"
Ed blushed. He didn't think she'd accept so quickly. He cupped her face and brought her down to kiss her.
"We should play poker more often," he said between a kiss.
Winry bit his bottom lip, causing him to moan a little. "Next time, I want to win."
"Why? So I can be on top of you?" he asked as he brought her closer and sat her on his lap. Her skin was so silky.
"Maybe," she hinted as she bit him again.
They were too caught up in their own heat to realize that there was a harsh knocking on the other side of the door and a man barking out for the Fullmetal Alchemist.
