A/N: Holy crap! I have been working on this chapter for far too long, but I have finally found some time to sit down, and think about where I wanted it to go. I have not abandoned this story guys! I know it's taking me forever, and that I am working on another fic based in the Death Note universe, but I have not given up on this one! Roy x Winry are truly first and favorite pairing, and inspiration is constantly evolving with these two characters.

I am really delighted to see some new fics on here about this pairing too! SHOUT OUT to RowenVelvet's "Penance", Camudekyu's " The Lotus Eaters", and Laetans "The Sands of Ishvar". MAN YOU GUYS ARE GREAT. I LOVE YOU.

Ok so now on to my NEVER ENDING Roywin tale!

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Chapter 10

Sweet alchemy

It was the strangest dream.

Winry slowly awakened to the sound of a lone blue jay chirping and the full weight of a heavily muscled arm across her chest. Instinctually, she inched closer to the warm body next to her, feeling, and smelling the light musky scent of sweat and sex from the previous night.

Then, it hit her like a train.

'I slept with General Mustang.'

The thought made her turn away, wide-eyed, but a large hand tugged around her belly, and Winry gasped as Roy tossed her up onto his broad chest.

With wide eyes, she gazed down upon his handsome face. His half-lidded stare and sleepy smirk nearly made her melt at the spot.

"Where do you think you're going?" His sleepy baritone voice reverberated against her bare flesh, causing goose bumps to ripple throughout her pale skin.

Winry didn't say a word back. She seemed stunned, as she stared down at him.

Roy sighed, and looked at her for a moment. The rays of the sun coming down from the window, almost made her soft blonde hair glow around her sweet face, lending her an ethereal appearance.

'God…when did I become such a sap?' He thought, shaking his head.

Roy moved to sit up, and stretch out of the bed. "What time is it?" He yawned out, as he pulled his left arm behind his head for a good stretch.

Winry kneeled on the bed behind him, staring at his broad, scarred back. "8:00am"

Roy turned around, and looked down at her. He could tell that she was still taken aback by what had transpired between them last night. "Winry…I…"

Winry shot up from the bed at that instant, catching him off guard. "Well! I better go make some breakfast! It's late, and I have so much work to do now, especially since grandma's passing, I have to take care of an extra load of orders, and well I am sure that Central needs you, and I am so sorry to be keeping you here General." She ranted, as she haphazardly pulled on a pair of jeans and tank top from her dresser. "I'm sure you have a lot of work too, and a country to tend to, and I am so sorry to keep you here and well, yeah." She shot out of the bedroom like lightning and descended the stairs before Roy knew what hit him.

Roy stood for a moment, dumbfounded by her reaction. How was he going to handle this situation? What had he gotten them into? 'I slept with her. God…I am an idiot.' He thought forlornly, as he got dressed. 'It was a mistake, how could I do this to her?' He berated himself. 'I better get back to Central, she clearly hates me even more than before this whole thing happened.' But what exactly did happen? Why did this "act" of passion happen? Loneliness? Heartbreak? Redemption? Perhaps a bit of everything, but Roy knew it was wrong to do this to her. She didn't need him in her life, and he came to Resembool to help her, not complicate her already difficult life further.

He found Winry in the kitchen, frying two eggs in a pan, and listening to the radio. She looked up at him when he walked in, her eyes were puffy. 'Was she crying? Oh no..'

"I'm going to get going, Miss Rockbell, I just wanted to come and thank you, for your….hospitality."

She seemed confused by his statement at first, and he could have sworn he saw a faint look of panic cross her face. "Oh…" She replied quietly.

"Winry…if…"

Interrupting Roy at mid-sentence, the radio released a piercing emergency signal. "This just in." The broadcaster announced loudly. "All roads to Central have been shut down, including Central Station, due to a heavy unforeseen snow storm. Please be advised to stay at home, and remain cautious on the roadways, as weather in the East and in Central begins to intensify. A blizzard is expected to hit the town of Resembool within a few short hours, please remain safely at home, and keep us on for more news. We now bring you back to our regularly scheduled programming."

Winry looked up at Roy, his dark eyes bore right into hers, as they both silently acknowledged the situation. It seemed that Mother Nature had her own agenda in mind.

When she opened her eyes, all she could see was a white popcorn ceiling above her. She felt a sweaty hand grasping her and she turned her head slowly to find a large blonde man, half kneeling on the floor, with his head resting against her outer thigh. He was asleep, and he was beautiful. She moved her mouth slowly, finding it difficult to talk. She felt so tired, and weak.

"Jean?" She rasped out in a whisper, squeezing his hand with what little energy she could muster.

In an instant the blonde man's head turned up, and his bright blue eyes popped open in surprise. He held still for a moment, scared that he may be dreaming once again.

"Jean?" She whispered again.

Tears began to roll across his cheeks, as he began to stand up beside her. His hand traced across her face, brushing her long blonde bangs out of her eyes.

"Riza…your back." He choked out her name, nearly grinning from ear to ear from the joy of finding her alive, and responsive once again.

"You're back!" He brought her hand up to his mouth and began to trail soft kisses across her palm. "You're back…" he whispered as he placed her hand against his wet cheek.

She smiled weakly. "I'm back"

Winry stretched out her tired limbs as the grandfather clock down the hallway notified her that it was now 7:00 in the evening, and she needed to end her day of work before she completely wore herself out.

However, she was a little timid about leaving her office. She didn't know how to interact with Mustang any longer, she felt awkward and flustered around him now, and she simply couldn't take it. Due to the oncoming storm, he insisted on staying to keep her safe, and she timidly obliged. It was maddening having him around. Occasionally throughout the day she would find herself looking out the window, and finding him cutting down kindling wood. His military coat unbuttoned, and his shirt half open. Each time she caught herself staring at him, she nearly smacked herself for being so ridiculous, as she quietly berated herself for acting like a lovesick schoolgirl.

She slept with General Mustang. He took her virginity. It almost felt like a crime. The whole act felt strange yet familiar to her, and slightly painful. Yet, she found herself wanting more of it. What was wrong with her? When did she become such a wanton hussie? Was it all within her? Or was it-him?

She simply had to get over the whole thing, and deal with the situation for the time being. Standing up, she loosened her ponytail, and removed her work suit.

'Time to make some dinner!'

She headed out to the kitchen, 'Hmm maybe I'll make some beef stew?'

That's when she smelled a delectable scent waft by the kitchen entrance. Her brows knit together in confusion, as she stepped into the kitchen to find Mustang sautéing what appeared to be some chicken with caramelized onions and carrots.

"You'r e cooking?"

Roy looked up towards her, and smirked. "I'm a man of many talents." He raised a small discarded carton up into the air. "And one of those talents includes ordering take-out, and heating it up!"

Winry rolled her eyes, and as she silently backtracked her way out of the kitchen to avoid further interaction, the telephone rang out.

"Good evening, Rockbell Automail."

"Winry?" A nervous female voice asked on the other end.

Winry's brows knit together in concern. "Sheska? Hey…is everything alright?"

"Yes. Everything is fine. How are you feeling? I'm so sorry I was unable to make it to Resembool for you this time around."

"Oh, yeah, it's fine. It was all very….sudden." Lips trembling, she paused.

"Hey, Winry?"

"Yes?"

"I received word, that Lieutenant Hawkeye has awakened, and it looks like she will be fine."

Winry gasped. "Wow…that's amazing Sheska."

"Yeah I know! I'm stopping by to pay her a visit tomorrow. So…you wouldn't happen to know of General Mustang's whereabouts, would you Winry?"

Winry stopped to think before responding. 'He left without notifying anyone?' She thought.

"Uh, no, I don't. Sorry." She lied.

"Are you sure?"

Winry suddenly felt a little annoyed.

"Scheska, is something wrong? I told you I don't know." She lied again.

"Well I hear that Riza really wants to see him, and some of the top brass are looking for him too. I had noticed that you two were hanging around each other a bit back here in Central, so I figured maybe you knew his whereabouts."

Winry laughed nervously in response. "Ha ha, well, I don't." Riza wants to see him? A strange dread ran through her at the thought. Why she felt this way? She wasn't sure.

At that moment she saw Mustang opening the kitchen door, he looked at her curiously, as she waved her hand in the air to keep silent.

Scheska continued, "Well if you do hear anything about him, please notify us here in Central. There had been rumblings of him being cited in Resembool, but that's all just rumors I guess, since you haven't seen him."

"Yeah…it must be…rumors" She stared back at Mustang. "Yes, you have a good night too, see you soon."

Roy raised a questioning brow. "Who was it?"

"It was Sheska." She gave him a meaningful look, and cracked a soft smile. "She's back, Riza made it out of that awful coma."

Roy did not react, or respond. His face was unreadable, but Winry saw it in his eyes. She knew what this meant to him, and she knew that at that moment he felt powerless.

"She's recovering well; and the baby should be fine too." Oops, probably shouldn't have blurted that part out.

Roy turned on his heel, and stalked out of the room abruptly.

Winry blew at one of her bangs in frustration. "Me and my big mouth." She muttered to herself, as she followed him.

"Mustang!" She called out, running up the stairs after him.

"Damn the bloody storm, I have to get to Central!" He bellowed.

Storming into the guestroom, he grabbed his uniform and slipped into his military jacket.

Winry stopped by the doorway panting. "You can't be serious. All the stations are closed."

"I'll take a car."

"All roads to Central are closed off!"

"Fine, I'll go on horseback."

"Roy! You're overreacting! She has Havoc by her side!" It came out of her before she could retract it from her tongue. 'Oh shit' her mind screamed, as he stood still, glaring back at her wide-eyed expression.

"Uh..I mean she isn't—"

"GOD DAMMIT!" He yelled in frustration, tearing off his jacket and throwing it against the floor. He looked up at Winry once more, glaring daggers at her, in seconds he was inches from her face.

"She needs me." He growled.

Winry had had enough. Why should she be in the middle of all this anyway?

"I understand how you feel, but you have to accept that she has moved on, and is not alone. You can be by her side soon enough, just not tonight, YOU IDIOT!" That's it. She lost it.

Roy was accustomed to fierce women, so her little outburst barely made him stir.

"You don't understand."

Winry almost laughed, as she began to tear up. "Are you kidding me?" She choked out. "The love of my life left me here, ALONE! I will probably never see him again! I don't even know if he is dead or alive! You're lucky; you at least know she is safe and ALIVE!"

Damn. She was right, and he was definitely the one to blame for it. No, he couldn't go back to that. Things had changed; the world had changed around them. Roy sighed and turned around. "Don't cry, I'm sure they are alive. Those two escape death better than cats."

Winry chuckled lightly through her tears, in response.

Roy turned around to face her again, leaning one arm against the doorway; he used his free hand to tip her chin upwards. "Children…family…some of us have had to sacrifice that dream…but you Winry…" Her glassy blue eyes met his dark gaze, and the rest of the world for a moment seemed to fade away. "You're young, you're kind, and…" his gaze travelled down to her lips for a brief moment. "Beautiful….." His eyes met hers again, as she blushed furiously, causing him to smile faintly. "You don't need to worry about being alone."

That's when the wrong words bubbled up and out of her again. "This is wrong." She whispered.

He looked at her intently, as he traced his fingers across her cheek. "It is." He agreed solemnly.

"We have to stop this…" she murmured quietly, as she dragged her knuckles across the front of his shirt.

"We do…" He responded in a whispery baritone, as their lips met in a heated kiss.

All of their respective defenses slipped away as they exposed themselves to each other once again. Dropping to the carpeted floor on their knees, they undressed one another frantically as they strove to keep their lips connected in a lustful battle of wills.

Winry won this small battle, and tackled Roy's naked form to the floor. Hovering above him, she placed her right hand over his eye patch. Immediately, she felt his hand clasp around her wrist. He stared at her wordlessly, but she could see the discomfort flicker across his face.

"Show me."

He sighed in consternation, and let go of her wrist.

Slowly, she pulled back the eye patch to reveal a scarred, cloudy, and lifelessly gray eye. She bent down, pressing her supple breasts against his chest, and to Roy's surprise, he felt the soft brush of her mouth against the lid of his lifeless eye, as she sank her lower body down onto his waiting cock. The sensation was overwhelming. No one had ever dared to touch that awful part of his face, let alone kiss it tenderly, as she was doing. All this, coupled with the warmth of her deliciously wet heat, nearly made him pass out in ecstatic pleasure.

He watched her throw her head back, in a cascade of long golden hair, as her breasts bounced to the slow rocking rhythm of her hips.

"Roy…" She panted his name, lost in sensation, as she ground herself against him. "I—I…"

'No, don't say it. It's only...lust.' Roy assured himself rather weakly, as the world around him spun out of control.

He raised the upper half of his body up, to meet Winry in a sitting position, allowing her to continue straddling him on top; he grabbed the softness of her hips with his thumb as his fingers dug into her supple backside. He pushed her deeper, allowing himself to further sink into her, pressing his mouth and tongue against the throbbing pulse of her neck. To Roy, the experience was akin to a sweet alchemic reaction, as he felt the vibrations of her moans against his lips.

When they came together, they were a bundle of coiled arms, wrapped around each other, and slick with sweat.

Amestris, Central, the storms, and even dinner, were all forgotten. Only they existed at that moment.

As Winry wiped the black sweaty bangs of hair off of Roy's face, they both came to the realization that they were in denial of the unquestionable bond between them.

Yet, it hardly mattered, as they both knew that this too would pass. This was simply an act of passion, it had to be.

As they would once again lead different lives, back in Central. Or so they believed.

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