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Never Be The Same Again (Yoshie x Source Code)

andypants1990

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Name: Alex Evanhire
Full Name: Alexander Cornelius Evanhire
Nickname: Evan
Age: 25
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 210 lbs
Body Build: Broad Shoulders, lean yet sculpted muscular physique
Birthday: 28th of July
Zodiac Sign: Leo
Chinese Zodiac: Rabbit
Skin Color: Light Skinned
Eye Color: Pale Blue
Favorite Color: Blue and Black
Hair color: Fading Brown
Deadly Vice: Murder
Drink of Choice: Johnny Walker Black
Alcoholic Brand Most Preferred: Johnny Walker Blue
Deadly Sin: Wrath
Noticeable Characteristics: A scar spanning across his throat that is always hidden behind a scarf or cravat.
 
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Name: Winry Seduction

Full Name: Winry Saloma Seduction

Nickname: Seduction, Winny

Age: 28

Height: 5'6

Weight: 125lbs

Body Build: Long legs, Big Bust, Round bottom

Birthday: November 19

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Chinese Zodiac: Snake

Skin Color: Black, Light-Skinned to Dark Tan

Eye Color: Red Eyes

Favorite Color: Purple and Black

Hair color: Black

Deadly Vice: Alcohol

Drink of Choice: Johnny Walker Red

Alcoholic Brand Most Preferred: Johnny Walker Black

Deadly Sin: Lust

Noticeable Characteristics: Earrings that sparkle unusually bright and a blood Garnet Necklace​
 
The sad truth about man is that there is no torment greater then the one you set upon yourself. No matter what people do for you, no matter what you do to make things better or right... It just doesn't seem enough to make that noose around your neck any looser.. For four years Alex roamed.. For four years Alex tried to “work it out”, tried to move on with his life, tried any fucking thing he could to make himself feel whole again... But nothing ever seemed to make him whole again. So why was it that he found himself in San Francisco? It was here that his wife had been raped and murdered.. It was here that her murderer was let off Scott free for some bullshit deal.. Alex hadn't worked a damn thing out in four years so why the hell was he here now? Revenge? If only Alex could get his revenge. Even that was robbed from him. You can't torture a corpse... And no solace came from that pig's death... So why was he here?

His feet walked the familiar streets of San Francisco, dressed to impress in the dying sun. Though that was how Alex always dressed, a fine suit, polished shoes. The only real change from four years ago was the cravat that covered his neck where I tie once stood. His eyes stuck behind a pair of now old worn gold colored glasses. As more of precaution now then a habit his hands were covered in black gloves, and as he walked the streets of San Francisco he did get quite the stare. Not from adoration, but from confusion and curiosity. People dressed the way Alex dressed usually had limos or fancy sports cars to drive, they didn't walk the hills of San Francisco. But to Alex? When Alex looked at these people staring at him he saw nothing more then time bombs. People walking around pretending, conforming, putting on that mask of who they should be or how they should act. What were behind those masks? A murderer? A saint? Why hide what you are? It sickened Alex as he continued on.

There was an answer to all of this, or more desire. It was something that Alex had been ignoring and suppressing for years now. Four years he had not seen someone's true face, he had not trusted someone to be the person they presented themselves to be. And in those four years there was a sort of yearning, a longing to find someone who didn't hide behind such masks. Sara... His dear departed wife hid behind her masks, but at least Alex knew the woman behind the mask. No, the only person that he had ever met who truly lived without a disguise, who embraced not only herself but what human's truly desire and need, the one person that constantly plagued his dreams and memorize was none other then Winry Seduction. A friend before the chaos, before the pain. One that in a different life Alex would of gladly swept off her feet and given the world too. It was her that Alex yearned to talk too again. For once more in his life actually connect to another person, to not be lied too.

And so this desire drove him.. This desire brought him to the very same block that he had stood at years before. Temptation, with the sun fading into night the neon lights and bald bouncers almost shinned to attract customers. Was Winry still here? Would she really give up her pride and joy to another? Was she still alive even? But the better question was would she accept him, at least for one night to chat. Would Winry somehow understand? He had rejected her before, twice even. Would she really be so forgiving? Alex didn't know and truth be told was a little frightened by that chance that she wouldn't be there or she would rebuke him. But he had to try? Another night of this emptying abyss in his chest and Alex was bound to kill himself, and this time Winry wouldn't be there to stop him.

After a long wait in line Alex would be let into the club, and after four years the club had many changes. Though the pleasures and outlets that this paradise offered were still the same. Change the outlets, reinvent the uses, but the club was still the club. A place where any human with the right amount of cash could indulge and find bliss. Find perfection in paradise. Alex's perfection laid in a drink that Winry had turned him too years before. Johnnie Walker. And tonight, much like many nights before Alex would order himself some of the black label. He would inquire about Winry after a glass or two, his back turned to the dance floor and tables of the club since his focus was on Mr. Walker and the sweet escape he offered.
 
Humans, always searching, always needing something, always wanting something, humans were never satisfied. People always wanted more no matter what you gave to them, what they achieved or accomplished. What was it that she was searching for? Happiness? Something so temporary but something that everyone was seeking. They say seek and you will find but the inevitable truth was that nothing was meant to provide happiness. Nothing was easy, you’d have to try hard… but it seems that even trying hard proved that even in times of great depression almost doesn’t count.

It was already hard enough to gain respect considering that Winry was black, well Asian African American. But still with a mixed breed like she… she commanded respect, she demanded it. She lived in the footsteps of her late husband. Why because it seemed that being nice never worked. He was loud, he was rude and most of all he got what he wanted. She took note of this, she took note that people hated and despised him but for some reason when he said jump they obeyed. When he commanded they did and it never came to violence because fear guided people to respect him. It was this that she learned. She wasn’t like this… it was a façade. It was a ploy to get what she wanted. She had everything, money, power and respect but there was still that void. That empty space in her heart. Had it become cold like his?

Clarence, her late husband died long ago but his semblance lingered within her soul, it showed in her mean spirited ways. She loathed the man for this, but the hard part was that she understood. She understood why he was this way. It was nothing that he did. It was people. Now, ten years later she understood more clearly than she had ever in the time that they were together. She and Clarence had shared something and just now she finally realized that she hated people. She hated their greed, but their greed was what kept her pockets full. She hated their Wrath, but it was what kept power in her hands and she hated their Pride, but it was that same pride that kept her in a position in power. She used this; she used it all to get what she wanted, what she thought she needed. But alas, just like a human, she was never satisfied.

Sitting at her desk in her skybox overlooking what she owned, looking down at the drones that were Temptation she sighed. It was a Johnnie Walker Black night, she wanted to forget, she wanted to forget Clarence, she wanted to forget all the hatred, all the pain, all the misery this man had inflicted in her life… but she couldn’t because it was this pain, this hurt and this misery that made Temptation flourish the way it did. She looked in the drawer to get her fix. Fuck. Her savior had gone, the new shipment was in today so she’d have to go downstairs to the bar. A drink at the bar, a drink at her bar would do her good right about now. Maybe she could relish in other peoples problems to get away from her own. So that is where she went. Leaving the imprisonment of her office she went down the spiral silver staircase that led to the dance floor and headed to the bar. She sat on one of the stools and tapped the counter twice. When Mikan, the bartender cleared his throat.


“Yeah?”


“Johnnie Walker Black Label.” She said to the bartender that was standing in while her employee in question was doing his rounds. The bartender jumped and grabbed one of the cleaner glasses from the top shelf and began the routine of actually doing his job. There was only one person that would order such a top shelf drink. This drink by itself was $700 and the bottle bordered along the thousands depending on where you go it. Three ice cubes were placed in the glass and it was filled to the brim. A napkin folded was placed on the table as a holder and the drink was pushed to her with both hands. She inspected the glass rim, shape, and body. No fingerprints, no smudges, and no dust. She picked the glass up to her lips and took in the liquid reveling in the taste and the burn.


“Now why can’t you do this to all the customers, Mikan? Don’t pretend like I don’t know that you don’t use the napkins or the cup-holders like I instructed. You can see the water stains on the wooden table! The napkins behind your counter look as if they’ve been touched only recently and the ice tray’s have been filled only recently this ice still has liquid form…” The bartender sighed and looked away and as always just like a disgruntled employee he fired back at her.


“I don’t see you getting at that fiend you hired! He’s been fucking shit up since he got here. He makes drinks, doesn’t clean up the mess, and then gets the fucking order wrong! You’re yelling at me cause of some bullshit ass napkins and you should be digging in his ass!” Mikan said hostilely. Seduction shot him a look that would make a child reevaluate themselve when in the wrong of the mother and as she put her drink down back on the napkin she then replied to his hastily made decision.


“Just like the pussy you are, always passing the buck to someone else. You think I don’t know what goes on in my club? You think I don’t know that you give these scantily clad bitches free drinks in exchange for pussy, which you don’t get by the way… and you suspect that I don’t know he’s a fuck up? Look in the mirror the next time you judge someone, and remember, I found yo` ass in the back alley strung out after some guy had his way with you faggot!” Taking his check out of her breasts she looked at the amount. She glared at him, ripped the check up and then took $300 out of her pocket and placed it under the napkin. “Remember who you are dealing with the next time you flash off that tongue of yours again, I’m not one of your friends, and I’m not a dick so watch your fucking mouth!”


She never noticed who was sitting next to her the whole time.
 
Alex was given a glass of the black label after a few moments hesitation. In fact this bartender Mikan had told him that the drink wasn't cheap, Alex staring at the man for a few moments as if he was a moron for trying to persuade him to purchase a cheaper drink. Did Alex look like any of these cheap woman? These fake men? Not in the mood or the state of mind to argue or retort to such a question Alex pulled a wallet out from his inner jacket pocket, pulling out seven hundred dollars and setting it on the counter for Mikan to take up. The two staring at each other for a few moments before Mikan went work.

And this left Alex to look at the product of Mikan's profession. At this point Alex hoped that someone else was in charge of Temptation because the drink he got was far from what was expected. His glass not the dirtiest but also not the cleanest, four ice cubes to create that illusion that there was more alcohol in the glass. No cup holder or folded napkin, and even the drink itself was a good half an inch from the rim of the glass. Seven hundred dollars and one would expect perfection, demand it even. Alex's gaze went up to Mikan, his bartender for the time being that was sure to move on to the next customer who would probably order some twenty dollar piss drink. What facade did this bartender put on tonight? If anything he was pretending to be a bartender! Alex's hand coming to his glass to grab hold, even if the presentation was horrible, even if the tricks to save on liquor were evident.. He still poured from the black label, the liquor was still the liquor, and as Alex brought the glass to his lips... That bitter sweet embrace of Johnnie Walker took him.

But then he heard it. When had she come? When had she sat down? Just to his left he heard that voice that only plagued him in his dreams. Winry's voice. As if some sort of cruel joke by fate Alex would find her over a glass of Johnnie Walker. How fascinating indeed. He said nothing, simply turning to look at Winry's long black hair. Taking in the dress she wore and the presence she let off. That commanding presence, one that demanded respect not just from her employees but any person that looked her way. Even after four years she was still the same. Just like in those moments where Alex would close his eyes and see the times they spent together. And now? Now she was livid.

Every point of dissatisfaction that Alex had with this bartender Winry had pointed out and thrown into the man's face. And oh the mistake that this Mikan made. The show was definitely in town tonight as Winry was on fire. No reserves on being polite or a kind boss, Winry degraded her employee. In her glare, her speech, in everything she showed her dominance in their confrontation. A true marvel to be seen. But was this really Winry? Was this really the same woman that Alex knew years before. She ordered black label as well, for god's sakes Alex's own habits with the different labels were taught to him by Winry after all. Was her past haunting her now? What guilt did she bare? A woman so passionate and blunt... How could she fall?

“Does degrading the bartender really make you feel better about yourself? You should know better then anyone on nights like these the only way to make yourself feel better is to drink what's in that glass of yours. To forget your past and all it's baggage for just one night.. That is what Johnnie Walker Black can provide. Isn't that right Winny?” Alex asked with a smile, the man had turned back to face the counter before he spoke. Keeping his eyes on his own drink as he wondered what Winry's reaction would be. After her little outburst of utter rage and irritation, how would she react to an old friend? Did she still consider him a friend? One only hoped. Alex bringing his glass back up to his lips to take another drink of their now shared liquor. The burn coming back just in time to keep his mind off of more depressing moments.
 
The thing that all humans had was the ability to hide things and blend in with the crowd. Well Winry was not one of those humans. No matter how much she screamed, yell, and called names and controlled people there was no way to make her feel better about herself. She was not one to take her issues out on people and then again she tried no too. But him, this man sitting next to her, he was something else. He saw past her cold exteroior or rather her knew why she was as cold and unwelcoming as she was. He knew what was ailing her. But she was too stubborn to accept it. There was no one that would understand was set in her mind and expressing her emotions were a sign of weakness. Her emotions would be her downfall, and soon she was a mess. He could see her pain, he could see her anguish no matter how hard she tried to conceal it. No matter how tough she was, she was grieving deep inside. Today was there anniversary. Today was the day that she met her husband so she was weak and alone. She was in pain.

When she looked over she saw him… she saw the man that had been with her since before Temptation. She was with the man that knew the real Winry. She looked over to him but could not look him in the face. She could not look him in the eye. Why, you ask because those eyes of his, you couldn’t slick a can of oil. You couldn’t cheat a cheetah. He was the best, he was the best at everything and seeing as though he was drinking Johnnie Walker like it was cheap Paul Masson, meant that he knew what he was doing. Even she after drinking it for ten years she winched from time to time and moved away since the burn was so hectic. Sitting next to him he made her feel like she was still a young drinker. The way he downed the drink no wincing, no turning away from the glass… no he cherished it. He respected the burn and it seemed as though he welcomed it. She watched as he drank his glass no flinching. By now she would have turned the glass away and at least turned away so that no one would see that she was burning inside.

Now, she looked at him in pain. A teardrop fell in the glass, and when it went down her cheek all the pain, all the anguish and the defeat went with it, but it was soon to be followed by more than one tear. She looked at Mikan, and glared, it was a hated glare but it wasn’t really directed at him specifically. “I want you to give him a free glass of Johnnie Walker and do the same shit that you did with my glass with his. If you have to clean it in front of both of us then do it… I want his glass as clean and as clear as mine! I want him to enjoy his Black. I want him to cherish the damn Jonnie Walker, respect it. This depends on your damn job. So if you want to keep your piece of shit job then give him a glass of Heaven.”: She glared at him. Her eyes were red, her soul was showing, that kind, soul that would help anyone, but she was bruised. She was wounded. She was hurt, not because of Temptation but from people that would hurt her, from people in general. She was hurting from the people that she opened up too, to the people who would betray her, her past was chasing her and catching up with her and it was weighing her down.

Mikan returned with a cleaner glass than Winry’s, he gave him more liquor than Winry had in her glass and the bottle was damn bear frozen so there was need for little ice. He served it on a colored napkin and pushed it to him with a complimentary lemon and lime just in case he wanted flavor. The glass was ice cold. Seemingly he got it out of the freezer for the special guest and in a case he was a special guest. The man would certainly enjoy this beverage. After three glasses she was buzzed.

“Excuse me…” She said in a broken voice as she headed into the lounge area of Temptation.
 
Winry's pureness... Her lack of blinding and hiding herself... That with Alex truly admired was the very thing that ailed her. Too live in a way to be so true to your emotions, not to cover them up for the sake of being “polite” had it's tolls. It was evident on Winry's face, how much pain she truly was in. And no matter what Alex had gone through, no matter what his pain was like. He could never say he understood Winry, that he had the answers for her. Much in the same respect that Winry didn't go through the same thing he did, couldn't imagine how he took the tolls. So how does one help the helpless? How could you be there for someone that couldn't relate? Hell the two of them wouldn't be here drinking the Black Label if they had the answers to those questions. Yet here they were, doing their damn well best to cope.

Alex smiled somewhat when Winry looked at him. She was trying her best to deal with her own shit while acknowledging him. Was it that hard for her to do? Alex wouldn't even dare try to conceptualize the hurt and pain Winry was going through right now. How dare he try to label what was hers, what she fought with. Her eyes didn't meet with his, be it shame? Fear? Lack of trust maybe? Alex expected as much, having not been here for four years to let Winry deal with her lonliness... To let her deal with a rather abusive relationship.. Heaven forbid Alex take five minutes away from focusing on his issues to help a friend that saved his life. Maybe that was why he came back, to thank her, to try and make amends or show his gratitude for an act that he spat back into Winry's face on that hospital gurney. All Alex could do to be there for Winry right now was to let her work her shit out. To know he was here for her. Alex would continue to drink from his glass, to welcome the burn.

And then it happened, a single tear ran down from Winry's oh so perfect cheek.. Just to her jaw ling before falling off and into her glass of Johnnie Walker. Where one tear another followed and another. Alex set his glass down almost in shock or fear to see Winry like this. Sure she was human, sure she had her moments... But to crack like this? In the middle of her club in front of her guests and employees... It wasn't like her. The day of her anniversary was the hardest for her and it showed. Alex watching as she commanded Mikan to get him another glass, a perfect glass free of charge. Even in Winry's suffering... The goddess of a woman still comforted Alex, still made sure to take care of him. That was something to truly shed a tear for. Winry had a fucked up past, a fucked up relationship... And where others would take it out on other people.. Winry chose to take care of them instead. Sitting there now with a perfect glass of Johnnie Walker Black Alex sat in awe of not only Winry but the glass of liquor in front of him. A gift from the goddess herself. Lime and Lemon? What was this bartender thinking? Alex set the lime and lemon slices down on the napkin, not letting them anywhere near the precious alcohol in his glass.

“Thank you for taking care of me tonight Winry.” Alex would simply state before drinking that first sip. And oh did it burn.... It was strange actually. Alex could of sworn he could feel a bit of Winry's pain as he drank what she had ordered for him. As if she was reaching out to him for help the only way she could... Through Johnnie Walker. And so where others would start talking, start working out their issues. Alex and Winry would sit silently, drinking their Johnnie Walker and letting the alcohol do what it did best. Start to make them forget, start to help them focus on the pain and soon the joy that booze brought with it. Three glasses of Heaven and Alex would start to show signs of being buzzed as well. He might have the masochistic mind set to enjoy the burn that this drink brought, but he was still human. His goal after all was to get drunk, to forget his past for one night if he could.

Winry would get up from the bar counter, excusing herself to head to what looked like the lounging area of Temptation. Alex get up as well looking to the bartender and modding ever so slightly before turning to follow Winry. People stare of course to see Winry Temptation walk among them, in her very own club. Alex took some solace in this fact, they knew nothing of the goddess that they worshiped. Where ever Winry would go Alex would follow, their night only just beginning now that Johnnie Walker was coursing through their veins.
 
She headed to the back of the lounge area, to her little spot. Everywhere else in the lounge area was red but this area, this area was Winry’s favorite color…purple. From the floor to the chairs, every inch a different shade of purple. She entered the code in the door and waited for him to get closer so that they could have their privacy. Once they were both in the room she went to her personal bar area of the lounge and pulled out the Johnnie Walker, and two crystal glasses. Heading to the freezer she gave three ice cubes a piece to the glasses and sat them down on the lilac colored table that was in the middle of the couch that snaked around it. She tried her eyes but for the life of her she could not stop crying.

“It should have been me…” She said to him, this time looking him in the eye. “There is no reason why your wife should be dead… and when she died, a piece of me died as well.” She played with her fingers now and she noticed that she wore her wedding ring today, of all days to be reminded of him. She pulled it off her finger with strain and placed it on the table next to the Johnnie Walker. “He was a piece of shit! He was an asshole…” She was losing her grip on herself. “He was mypiece of shit… he was MY asshole…” Her voice kept breaking; it was becoming harder for her to focus. “That night I saved you, I was being selfish, damn this heart of mine. I wanted so badly to switch places with you. This world, this place is nothing but heartbreak after heartbreak. Tragedy after misfortune and well I’m fucking tired of it!” She sat down next to him and by all that was in her she wanted to be held, she wanted to be loved, at least to be told that everything would be alright and someone anyone, would at least sound sincere.

“I can’t imagine what you are going through, I mean, your drinking Black Label… It must be one of those nights for you… I loved her too, I loved her and Clarence. I loved you… I love you… that’s why I couldn’t see another person walk out of my life again. I could not bear to stand at another funeral, or worse pay for the funeral and then have to carry the body with the help of my butler because he had no family and no friends would be associated with his cold hearted ass!” She said referring to her late husband. “I have everything they say, I have everything that a human could want, money, power and respect, but none of this; none of any of it means anything if I don’t have people to share it with. Look at me… you of all people know me… the real me. Not the Owner of Temptation, not as Winry Seduction, and damn sure not Boss Lady!” She sneered thinking of Mikan’s funny little nick-name for her. “You know that if I could go back, if I was there… if I could take your pain away, if I could do anything for you, to replace that broken and scarred heart of yours I would, I will… if only in return you help me mend mine; or at least bandage it. I am tired of pain Alex. That seems to be all this world is about… I want something more, God… call me envious but what you and your wife had, I was always, always,…” She stopped and looked him in the eye to let him know that she was serious.

“I always wanted what you had, and if that meant trying to mold Clarence into the perfect man… the perfect you, then I was willing to do it.” She looked away and in a desperate attempt to change what she said she strayed off topic. “I’m glad to see you however, you look… you look like hell but I am glad to see that I am not the only one about to lose my mind. It’s better to say the truth than to tell a lie and say you look well anyway.” She struggled to make a laugh. His arms were warm, they were welcoming, and more importantly they were not her arms. Too many nights had she tried to hold herself because no one could do it for her, she wanted a man not a one night stand and for someone that knew her… the real her to hold her in this time of need, it was comforting in a sense. They were in the privacy of her lounge area and the walls were soundproof just like her office so no one would be able to tell what they were talking about. There were no windows that any normal person could see but there was a mirror. It was a one way mirror. She could look out of it and see what was going on outside but none could see what was beyond the red door that had a key code to the room that she and Alex were in. She didn’t know what to say to him. How could she with the state that she was in. How could she even imagine that he would somehow show his handsome face in her club. So, there they were she laying on him in his arms and she waited there for him to say something, anything that would be ‘so like Alex to say’.
 
Alex joined Winry in her personal little purple room. The sight of it had made Alex smile, he remembered when Temptation was being built and how Winry always wanted to have a room like this. And here they were now, Alex watched Winry as she went over to the bar area, quick to get two more drinks started for themselves. Yet her tears remained, yet her heart break showed as she slipped the ice cubes into their glasses. How hard it must be for Winry, not just to be the confident woman that she needed to be, but to allow herself to feel this way in front of someone else. Alex felt a sort of pity or sadness in himself to see Winry like this, how much more painful it was for her to actually trust someone with her wounds.

And then she said it, her eyes looking straight into his. “It should have been me....” Alex was shocked to hear what she said, shaking his head quickly as he disagreed. “No not at all Winny. Don't talk like that.” Alex would say but the woman would continue. And damn it all she needed to continue. To shout out these things that plagued her, that tormented her... To have someone actually listen to what she had to say and not bottle it up. James watched as Winry practically ripped her ring off form her hand, as if casting it away. She went on, talking about the night she saved him and how selfish she was. At this point Alex would start to get up from the couch but Winry joined him there, and he was quick to hold her in his arms. To comfort her in this moment that she needed it the most.

“Don't talk like that. I never thanked you for saving me...” Alex said but Winry was on a roll, Winry had so much to say after these four years... So much to let out after her life time of suffering. Alex found it better to stay quiet in the moment, to let Winry pretty get it all out of her system as he held her. His hand softly rubbing the her back as the woman continued. Winry continued, touching on her husband... The world.. And then brought it all back to Alex. What was he too say to that? She tried to make Clarence more like himself. Flattering of course and Alex was no fool, there had been drunken nights where Winry and he kissed, flirted here and there like high school sweet hearts. But they never crossed that line, never went further then the simple caress or touch of the lips in their drunken fun. And yet there was that attraction, that compatibility. In different worlds or different times if the two had met first they definitely would have been together. Alex didn't regret what he had with his wife... But he definitely wouldn't of turned down Winry in any way. The man was going to say something but Winry would change the subject in her own little way. Making Alex laugh a little as they sat together. She was complimenting him, or at least trying too compliment him as they sat there.

“It's good to see you too. Though I am sure you probably would of liked me to show up on a different night.” Alex stated, still reassuringly rubbing her back as they sat on her couch. What could he say though? What was right? She obviously accepted him back, if only in this moment when she truly needed him.. She still accepted him with open arms. Alex couldn't help but feel for Winry, it taking no more then a few seconds before he leaned down to kiss her. Much more then any cute kisses or fun pecks on the cheeks they might of shared in their past. A kiss filled with passion and well compassion as he held her closer to his body. It could very well been thirty seconds or a minute before their kiss ended, Alex simply resting his forehead against her own as they sat together on that couch. “Thank you for being so imperfect Winny. Thank you for your selfishness... Your pride... Your desires. If you hear it only once in your life then you will hear it now. I wouldn't be here if you weren't selfish... If you weren't human. If anything this life should be yours to do with as you please, I threw it away years ago. You are perfect in your imperfection Winny. To take care of a fool like me... I would do anything to alleviate your pain... If only for one night.” Alex said before kissing her again, tenderly... Lovingly.
 
Now the thing about ranting is that you don’t know that you’re actually ranting until you stop. When a moment of silence came to her lips then she realized that this somewhat supposedly happy reunion was being ruined by her getting things off her chest. On the other hand however, she was happy to see him, and because she was elated she began to rant to him. Once she had set eyes on those familiar blue crystals of his she knew that this moment would be special.

While she was ranting she was enjoying the fact that she was in warm loving arms and she didn’t know exactly how loving until he kissed her. Once their lips touched all the memories of them together came back. She remembered back in high school, when everyone around them considered them high school sweethearts but they didn’t give a name to themselves. Something said that this was not the right time, although they seemed so perfect for each other neither one gave the other the go to start a relationship, yet almost 15 years later after all the drama in each of their lives here they were once more.

This first kiss was just the icing on the cake, this one was more of a ‘it will get better kiss.’ But the next kiss, this next kiss was filled with passion, and not the kind of the one night stand. This one was more ‘I’ve missed you’ kiss, and the more his lips touched hers the hungrier she got, the more lustful she thought. It was a chance that she never took and although the circumstances were grim seeing as though this was the day of her husband’s anniversary, maybe, just maybe this was his last good parting gift to her. She always complimented Alex around Clarence. Shit, she damn near flattered the man every time they met. She calmed it down when his wife was around considering that women were more prone to jealousy than men and in some cases she was jealous of her.

His wife was beautiful, smart, very witty and could hold her own. She just had that look of wife, while Winry was more of a business dominatrix. She felt that she could not compete with the women but oh how she tried. Suddenly he broke the kiss, and she was forced back into reality, the realization of he and her in her little room that she swore she’d build from the ground up.

“Alex… I… you were always my first choice. I never thought I was good enough for you…” She finally said looking into those orbs of truth. You couldn’t lie to Alex, hell he couldn’t lie to himself so, being truthful he never did. Or at least if he did he never showed it. He was always strong, always so sure and he always knew what to say.
 
Never good enough? What? Winry? Goddess in human form? Pretty much a bombshell developed by her senior year. She wasn't good enough for him? Oh the nights spent dreaming of her. The continual conversations and rantings of boys talking about the things they would do to her. And she thought she wasn't good enough for Alex? Alex hadn't done anything with his life. At least not in comparison to Winry. She traveled the world, started her own business, is a successful entrepreneur. How could she not be good enough for Alex? It was Alex that wasn't good enough for her.

He loved his wife.. Nothing could change that. But he had met her after Winry, she was his second choice. If Winry and Alex could have been more open and honest with themselves back then maybe they would of made it. Maybe what they went through wouldn't of even happened. And tonight seemed to be appropriate to dwell on such matters.. To think of the past and regret, to remember... So that tomorrow they could move on. But damn how it hurt, damn how it made Alex grieve inside to hear Winry say what she did. That she wasn't good enough for him.

“Winry... Men worship your foot steps. Women envy your presence. You dominant this night life and yet you say you are not good enough for me?” Alex asked, bringing one of his hands up to softly brush some hair from Winry's weeping face. Softly brushing away the streaks of tears that had ran down her cheeks. “Don't tell yourself you were never good enough for me. You never believed that before you met Clarence. We knew it wasn't the right time to be together back then... And then we faded. Before all of this. Before Temptation, before your trips. You have always been more then I could ask for in a woman. What Clarence did to you was atrocious. He made you believe you were nothing, when right now. Right now all I see is a marvelous woman that deserves the world.” Alex added as he kissed her again, giving her another reassuring kiss as they sat together.

“No more talk of the past... Of regrets. If only for one night I want show you how much you truly mean to me Winny. Would you allow me the honor of doing so?” Alex asked, being very selective with his words. In this time of Winry's utter grief he wanted her to understand that she still had control, she still had choices. That even if what she saw in the mirror wasn't the ravishing beauty and confident woman that was Winry Temptation, that she still could be loved, could love.
 
The hardest part about life is understanding. How could someone who was like him, so perfect, so caring and so considerate even think or look in her direction? It was hard for her to fathom that he actually did care for her, infact it had been so long since someone even showed genuine interest in her. Then again, everyone noticed Winry but no man was fool enough to approach her and even ask for her hand. But this man just might be crazy enough, this just might work. The thing about unfortunate events is that they are infact unfortunate, but this seemingly sad day was getting better and better. Now, she was in the arms of the man that was her first love, she had loved him since high school and all throughout college but again, was never fool enough to ask his hand.


Looking at him, looking at those eyes of his, those sky blue, oceanic eyes, she melted. “You don’t know what this means to me…” She began. “You… were… you are my only choice when it comes to love. Everyone I met, I compared them to you, I always was looking for you… I never stopped and thought about it until now but, you were all I wanted and all I ever asked for.” She looked away but it was too late, she was confessing and she couldn’t stop now. “I would think about you non-stop, in art class…I’d draw you and I together, I actually have it framed and its in my living room. That picture we took Summer Break at the Marriot Inn in Osaka, Japan? I have that picture by my bed. Your face is the first one I see in the morning and the last thing on my mind at night. I even, at some point masturbated to you… calling your name as I orgasmed all over my new satin bed sheets.” That one made her blush.

“Yes I will, I will allow you to do what you wish. I want to be with you and only you…” She confessed.
 
As Winry gazed into Alex's oceanic eyes, he would gaze into her brilliant red eyes. Never had he found another person on this earth with such a shade of red, with such a sparkle that was covered by pain. There was always something that Winry kept from Alex, and he could see it in her eyes. But was it this confession? Was it this truth? He marveled how her red eyes seemed to lighten up once she started to tell him of her infatuation with him... Alex was honored, stunned even to hear that such a goddess as Winry choose him as her ideal man... How could she aim so low? Now wasn't the time to question her, Winry was a woman of passion and need and she needed him right now.

“You drew us in Osaka? I would like to see it sometime...” Alex said with a smile, brushing some of Winry's hair out of her frantic face. What strength she showed in spilling out these secrets... What bravery was displayed through her action. Even broken and sobbing Winry was still the power house of a woman she presented herself to be. Hearing her speak of masturbating to his image made Alex smirk as he sat there with her in his arms, Winry needed to confess these things, he could see it in her eyes. Instead of keeping her quiet with his lips he would wait, wait till she gave him permission to take her. The one thing it seemed she had been craving all this time.

Once she finished Alex would give her a sincere and reassuring kiss, not some vulgar one where he tried to jam his tongue into her mouth. A kiss that she would need to grip his clothing from, a kiss to try and show her that he was here for her. Right now, on this terrible of days. He was hers. Their lips would part but his would continue, kissing down to her neck to show affection that was long over due. His hands starting to roam her perfect body confined by that dress of hers. Caress her back, pulling her closer to himself, exploring her person. He would show her how much he needed her, just like she needed him.
 
It was those ruby red eyes of hers that although some say they made her personality, she knew that her pain was as red as her eyes. She always said that the color of pain was red. However, if there was one thing that his wife and he share, they both loved her eyes. She always stroked Winry’s hair and pulled Winry’s chin up to meet her face. Winry never looked his wife in the eye. Not because she didn’t like to, but because she didn’t think she was worthy enough too. Once they locked eyes his wife would always say: “Red is the color of passion… and you seem to have a lot of it in you.” Which would always make Winry smile and look away. Winry would swear that the girl was flirting with her.

Clarence always said that she couldn’t hide her feelings for anyone or anything because she had those eyes. It was true, and as much as Clarence and her were obviously not right for each other, no matter what they stayed together. But despite all this Clarence knew deep down that she had always loved Evanhire. He would watch her at dinner as she and he laughed, and it was genuine fun, never forced. He even called her on it a few times, claiming that instead of Seduction her last name should be Evanhire. That’s when she remembered, she remembered the gift that his wife gave her. When reminded about that trip to Osaka she nodded at him, kissed him on the cheek and then headed over to the bar area of her personal space. She bent down behind the counter and shuffled around for a few minutes. After a bit she came up with a little black rectangular silk box in her hand; coming back over to him she sat down and looked him in the eye.

“This is probably the most inappropriate moment for this but that trip reminded me. I swore I’d never tell but she told me that I’d know when the time was right.” She breathed in deep and opened the box. “This…” She tried to hold her composure as she spoke. “This is the last gift Gigi gave to me… this is the necklace that you gave her. She never took it off and every time I saw it I admired it, both from afar and up close. She told me, well she knew that there was something between us, although I assured her many times that we did nothing together, in which she knew; she was just glad that I was a true woman. Most women, she said; most women would try to take you for themselves, sabotaging at every corner, but not you Winny. I know you love Alex, but I know you respect that he is a married man and I know you’d never do anything to hurt him and because of that I am comforted that you respect me as well and if something were to ever happened to me, I want you to be his true Mrs. Evanhire.” Winry was holding a 50ct solid white gold necklace with the name ‘Evanhire’ on it. In the box was a letter that read; To my true Mrs. Evanhire.

I never put it on for it was hers, and she was yours. But I guess I wanted to show you that I still respect her as your woman, and that I loved her, even if she had something that I wanted. She was just as much a part of me as she was you. I called her Gigi… well because you tend to go for women with a little more bust, and let’s be honest… I swear that woman was packing watermelons for breasts.” That comment made her giggle. She smiled thinking of her old friend. There was no pain there for that one moment. “She finally escaped this hell we call life. She truly was an Angel.” She grabbed his hand with the free hand that wasn’t holding the box. “Our Angel.”
 
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