SUGAR COOKIES AND MEMORIES

A Collection of Drabbles

Disclaimers: I…do not…own Fullmetal…nor any sugar cookies, goddammit…

A/N: Yes, eheheh. A collection of drabbles. Don't I have one already, you ask? Well, hah, this is EdoxWinrii. That's ALL.

Dedication: Er…to my Winrii. xD Hell, that sounds so sappy…

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Sugar Cookies

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The steps were going to make his rear end numb. Ed fidgeted somewhat, cocking his head to one side. The steps were sooo hard. Wooden, making his tailbone stiff. And every time he fidgeted and squirmed like that, a sharp pain shot up his leg, up his arm, collecting all at once near his collarbone and zipping down his spine, causing a grimace to find it's way across his face.

But a grimace was fine. He'd allow himself that. After all, he was alone outside. No one would see him if he happened to let a little hint of annoying, repetitive pain slip past his gruff, ache-less exterior.

Finally finding a comfortable position—in other words, the typical, cat-like Edo sprawl, with his back against the top step, his arms folded behind his head, resting atop the said first step, his rear resting on the middle step, and his legs bent, propped on the last step: the perfect disposition of nonchalance—Ed let a wide yawn stretch across his face, stifling it after a moment by snapping his mouth shut. He'd admit he was tired, but that's because he'd stuffed himself at dinner. And, honestly, it was the best shrimp he'd ever tasted. He was sure of it.

Peering out across the front yard, towards the river, where the sun was setting in such a way that even Ed—who, mind you, didn't care about anyone or anything—had to admit that it was breathtaking, a few strands of blonde hair fell across his face, tickling his nose. In fact, it tickled it to the point that his nose gave a little twitch, and he sniffled slightly.

A giggle erupted behind him, causing the boy to jump so suddenly that he almost fell off the steps. Recognizing the giggle immediately, Ed tilted his head back, resting it against the top step as he grinned at the—now upside down—girl who stood behind him.

"Hey, Win…"

Winry giggled again, and sat down beside him on the top step carelessly, her long ponytail falling over her right shoulder. Blinking a few times, she looked to her hands—Ed's gaze following hers—before she grinned, and held her hands out to him. In them were two sugar cookies, freshly baked.

"I told you Auntie was gonna make some," she chirped, and Ed rolled into a grin, reaching out with his left hand, fingers curling around both cookies.

"Thanks, Win, I—"

"Only one, you stupid pig!" Winry squealed, grabbing one cookie back and pouting faintly. Ed stared, frozen, his lips still parted somewhat from his thank-you, having been cut off by the abrupt name he'd been called.

After a moment of watching Winry eat silently her cookie, he huffed a breath through his nose, glaring as he sank his teeth into the sugar cookie defiantly. There was that pain again, up into his shoulder, and he focused on chewing the treat. Pausing before he swallowed, Ed turned his head sharply, settling his narrowed eyes on Winry's once-again-smiling face. The sapphire orbs, behind the angelically blonde bangs, seemed to have found their way to the sunset, and were taking it in eagerly. With his tongue, Ed shifted the chewed contents in his mouth to the opposite side, and inquired slowly, "Did you help her?" An almost reluctant gaze fell on him, and Winry's brows rose as if she knew what he was getting at. Which she probably did.

"Hnm?" she grunted girlishly, fingering her half-eaten sugar cookie. "No, I didn't, why?"

Ed exhaled heavily as he looked away, as if he had held his breath. Winry's expression slowly shifted to a doubtful, annoyed look as she watched Ed nod in approval, then casually go back to eating his cookie. There was a small silence as Winry slowly leaned down so her face was right next to Ed's. Inclining one slender brow, her voice smooth, with a slightly disdainful tone in it, she murmured, "Oh, Ed…"

The boy grunted, not looking towards her, and started to lick crumbs off his left fingertips. His right arm fell limply to his lap, and, beside his golden head, Winry smiled sweetly.

"If you're wondering if I told Auntie to put milk in the cookies, I'm appalled that you think of me as such a fox. But if you think I poisoned them, well that's staying my little secret…"

Slowly, wide golden eyes shifted to fall on a bright, blue-eyed smile. A giggle sounded as the amber optics narrowed into another glare, and Winry tossed a few long pieces of hair back over her shoulder. Ed snorted, and turned his face away. Satisfied at the silence settling over them which obviously announced her victory, Winry straightened up again and set her cookie down on her skirted lap, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her thighs, her chin thus in her palms, smiling as she stared off at the sunset again.

The stars were making their proverbial hike into the purpling twilight, and by the time the sun had nearly ducked out of sight, both of the blonde youths were slapping and scratching at mosquito bites, one with a tiny ponytail—that was so tiny it almost spiked off his head—sprawled on his back on the steps to the Rockbell porch, staring up at the sky, bored as could be; the other in a pink floral dress slumped forward, examining her toenails, wiggling her toes over the edge of the step.

A frog was croaking somewhere as Ed coughed, then broke the silence. "Where's Al?"

Frowning, Winry raised her head and looked to him, but he still avoided her gaze by scowling at the night sky. After a pause, glancing to the ground, she sighed, and flicked her gaze back up to him. "Before dinner he disappeared; I thought you knew. You're his brother, after all."

She received a snort in return.

There was another long pause, before Winry finally asked a question that made Ed sit up abruptly.

"Ed…are you queer?"

"Do what?" the boy cried, sitting up straight and staring at her with the strangest look on his face: a combination of almost shock and amusement.

"Are you…you know…gay?"

The only noise for a moment was that same frog, croaking away, and water running somewhere in the Rockbell house, before Ed doubled up and erupted into laughter. Blinking, startled, Winry blushed in embarrassment at what she had asked him, and crossed her arms, wailing, "Don't laugh at my question, you egotistical butt-face!"

The girl's simple amalgamation of such a high-class word as "egotistical" and the common insult "butt-face" made Ed laugh even harder, and he had to grab onto the steps to keep himself from falling off them.

"Stop it!" Winry squealed, narrowing her eyes. "I was just asking, because a lot of people are confused about their sexuality at this age, and you're growing your hair out and wearing it in that tiny ponytail of yours, and I thought to myself, 'Only gay guys would do that', and I want to be someone you can talk to, and—" The girl broke off into a frustrated growl, but it came out high-pitched, so she gave her legs a little flail to emphasize her embarrassment.

Finally calming down a bit, taking a slow breath, but still grinning like crazy, Ed blurted, "Don't worry, Win, I'm straight, I promise…!" and burst into laughter again.

"Oh yeah?" she piped. "Prove it!"

"Fine, fine!" Ed managed, and, shaking with silenced hysteria, he leaned over, and landed a quick kiss on Winry's cheek. Grinning, he scooted over to sit beside her, and said, "And there we are. Edo is straight as a ruler."

Blushing faintly, completely caught off guard, Winry blinked a few times, and nodded. Her glare fading, she glanced up to Ed, then away, and shifted her position so her shoulder touched his. Smiling at him, she promptly went back to inspecting her bare feet, though the only light now was the stars, and the lamp in the kitchen that flashed its rays out the window and into the dark yard.

"Y'know," Ed muttered, still grinning, slouched with Winry, arm-to-arm, looking at the ground, "that was just like if…I like…asked you all randomly…'Hey, Win, do you like girls?'…"

Winry couldn't help but giggle loudly. The blonde boy smirked, proudly, having known that he could get that cute laugh out of her by simply stating what he had. Pausing in his own snickering, he elbowed her softly, and added, "Hey, can I have the rest of your sugar cookie?"

That got him no where but off the stairs and in the dirt.

OWARI.

A/N: I'd like to thank cough medicine for the complete oddness of this. xD Thank you dear lord, whoever, whatever, wherever the hell you are, for giving me the Tylenol so that I could produce this mirror image of my girlfriend so everyone can see what I go through… -snicker.- I mean. Wait. She's gonna read this. SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE. –glances to the side, then grins.-