Day 9 - "Dancing"
Title: Dancing Lessons
Word Count: 780
Characters: Ed/Winry, Roy, Riza
Summary: Ed and Winry learn how to do a waltz before their wedding.
“What is he doing here?” Ed pouted, as General Mustang himself walked in through his hotel room door.
Winry ignored his question, only smiling at Riza Hawkeye as she accompanied them. “Thanks for coming!”
“It’s my pleasure,” Mustang continued to smirk, enjoying the look of irritation on Edward’s face. “Anything to help the happy couple.”
As Hawkeye pulled a thick case onto the bed, Ed shuffled over to his fiancée. “Winry, what’s going on? You already went to pick out the dresses, and I was stuck with that bastard all yesterday trying on stupid suites! What—?”
“Ed,” she said in that sweet, yet threatening tone. “We still have a little more to do before we go back home.”
“Yes,” Mustang threw off his jacket, grinning widely. “And Miss Rockbell asked me if I would be of help.”
“Help with what?”
There was a scratching noise, and then Ed heard music—fancy music. Inside the case Hawkeye brought in was a gramophone, and it was now playing dancing music…
Then Ed realized what was going on.
He backed into a corner. “No. I’m not doing this.”
“Ed…” Winry, grabbed him by his wrist. “It’s tradition. The bride and groom always have the first dance—”
“I—don’t—know how to dance!”
“I know. And that’s why they offered to teach us.”
He had thought that in his years of knowing the general, he had seen the worst of his evil smirks. He thought wrong. “I don’t want that bastard—”
“Edward,” she hissed. “You are going to do this. Now be nice.”
He managed to get one half-hearted growl before Mustang took over. “I’ll just be teaching you a simple waltz—”
“How do you know how to dance anyway?”
He and Hawkeye exchanged looks. “I’ve been to a few military parties in my time. Now, the position,” he said, as Hawkeye came over to him, trying not to smile. “Take one of her hands in yours, and put the other around her waist.”
Ed stared. “Wha…?” This was really happening...
Mustang rolled his eyes. “I assume you’ve put your arm there before, haven’t you?”
Winry gave a frustrated groan. “Yes, he has.” And then she grabbed him and forced him into the position.
“Good,” the general continued to smirk. “The first movement goes like this, watch carefully...”
Ed didn't even try to hide his snarl.
“Why did you have to call that bastard anyway?” Ed asked as soon as Mustang and Hawkeye had left. They did leave the gramophone so Ed and Winry could practice. “I don’t know how to dance. We’ll look stupid and mess it up and everyone will laugh at us and…”
“It’s tradition,” Winry told him. “And…” Now she glanced out the window, towards the darkening Central skyline. “It’s…it’s stupid. But every girl dreams of it when thinking about their perfect wedding. You know, the pretty dress, the first dance, the cake, the wedding night—” Ed felt his face redden, and she giggled at that.
The smile faded as she continued, “But also…thinking of your father, walking you up the aisle. Kissing his little girl on the cheek goodbye. I’m never going to have that, so I just…I want to make the best of what I will get.”
Ed, who had been silent the whole time, was about to say something. He even stepped closer to her, but whether he was going to hug her or talk to her or something else, he didn’t know. He was stopped when a knock was at their door. “Miss Rockbell? There’s a phone call for you at the desk…”
“That’s probably Granny,” she said, standing up from the chair. “She probably wants to know how the shopping went.”
“Right.” Ed watched her leave, still wondering what he could do.
When Winry got back to the room, she heard that waltz music playing again. Ed stood there, face red with embarrassment, but held his hand out to her anyway. “If it’s…if it’s that important to you…then let’s do it.”
She came closer, staring in disbelief. “You don’t mind?”
He blushed even redder. “If it makes you happy…then no. Not really.”
There were tears in her eyes. Damn it, what did he do wrong now? “Wait, Winry, don’t cry! What are you crying for? Win—”
And then she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him again and again and he wondered if she really wanted the dancing then why they weren’t getting down to it and oh!—Winry!
Then he didn’t care.
“So, did you get any practice done?” Mustang asked, when he came back to collect the gramophone.
Both Ed and Winry turned a shade of pink. “A little.”
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Day 7 - Ugly Duckling
Day 6 - The Question
Day 5 - The Perfect Fit
Day 4 - Carrion Crows
Day 3 - Mother Hen
Day 2 - Lovebirds
Day 1 - Even the Bird Hates It