Tap, tap, tap.
Winry's feet are quick on the stairs and there's an excited bounce in her step. She's been looking forward to this for days. Ever since she'd gotten on the train back to Central, she'd been fidgety and unable to sit still in her anticipation of being able to go home. The excitement didn't come from actually going home so much as the knowledge that her home wouldn't be empty when she got there.
When she reaches the top of the stairs to the back door of the suite above Mécanique, she pictures herself as Lan Fan: silent, stealthy, her presence completely undetectable as she slips into the kitchen. She leaves her luggage at the door and sneaks her way through the small apartment towards the living room. A smile tugs at the blonde's lips when she spots the dark-haired woman on the sofa, fast asleep.
Well, so much for surprising her. Still, Winry muses as she kneels down on the floor, reaching over to brush a stray strand of sable hair from Maria's face and brush her thumb pad over her cheek, this is just as good.
And she leans over to touch the lieutenant's lips to her own and wake the sleeping beauty from her slumber.
