FMA: Gilded (Silence)
Nineteenth chapter of Gilded! First chapter/explanation of this fic is here, with links to later parts.
Title: Gilded
Prompt: Silence
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (manga/Brotherhood)
Word Count: 280.
Rating: PG
Summary: In which two teenagers are very embarrassed.
Warnings: SPOILERS through to the end of the manga/Brotherhood. I've been advised by evil_little_dog to warn for "incessant cuteness" as well. :)
Author's Notes: Please note that this chapter immediately follows the eleventh chapter, " Kiss".
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist and all associated characters, settings, etc., belong to Hiromu Arakawa-san. The only profit I make from this work of fiction is my own satisfaction and, possibly, the enjoyment of others.
Even after the door closed, leaving them once more in the dark, and two sets of footsteps hurried away, they remained frozen and speechless for several long moments. Then Winry sighed and buried her face in his neck. “Well, that was embarrassing,” she grumbled into his skin.
“Pinako’s gonna kill me,” Ed managed in a panicked squeak. He felt Winry shaking and was about to attempt to comfort her - even though he wasn’t sure how he would do so, with his insides shriveling in fear of the Pantheress of Risembool - when he realized she wasn’t quivering with terror.
She was laughing. At him.
“Hey! What’s so funny about my imminent murder?” he said, pulling back enough to scowl in her general direction. The dim light coming from under the door wasn’t enough for him to see the grin on her face, but he was certain it was there.
“Oh, Ed, you’re such a dummy.” Even in the dark she was able to flick his forehead unerringly with her fingers. Ignoring his second “Hey!” she continued, “Granny shut the door on us.”
“So?”
“She left us here. Alone.”
“Yeah…”
“In the dark. Together.”
Ed blinked slowly, his lips parting. “Then - wait, she’s okay-”
“Apparently,” Winry hummed, stepping towards him. “Anyway, I’m definitely not going to question it. Are you?”
Ed moved close again in answer. I really owe that old hag, he thought fervently. He could feel Winry giggling into his mouth. Lights shot off behind his eyelids - like automail installation, only a thousand times more pleasant. I owe her a lot, he added, then let everything that wasn’t the woman in his arms drift away, for a long time.
TBC ( Part 20 - Tears)