#gearheadwinry

"Right. Don't remind me."

“The Fullmetal Pipsqueak talks about me? Heh, how flattering.”

Brushes slathered in crimson paint may well have dashed over his cheeks, for the pallor was now replaced by vermillion, leaving him spluttering, stumbling for words that may be considered coherent. First time— Ah, their first time. Awkward, of course, but who’s wasn’t? Clumsy kisses translated into smiles and snickers, untrained hands roved over flesh unexplored.

With blonde hair splayed about her features as a golden fan, Edward had immediately been enthralled by her beauty— the sarcasm alight in her azure eyes, the brilliance in how her petal lips parted with short gasps and moans.

Making love to Winry was making love to elegance.

Eventually— When he didn’t feel the need to look upon them for security. So simple were the silver hoops, so plain the design. So why was it that each nerve was calmed when flesh had met metal, why was it that the thought of her brought him back down to grounded reality?

Slowly, a smile crept over the former alchemist’s cheeks, an d he was forced to slightly bow his head in fondness of the memory. Half naked women were hardly appealing, seeing as his relationship with Winry had begun just near the close of his eighteenth year, but watching Roy plead him to join him on such a scandalous venture— well, how could he say no?

Ed, you have to pay her.

     Brother, can we go, I don’t like it here.

          Wow Elric, no need to look so bored here.

A quick peal of laughter danced over his lips as voices returned, but soon he straightened, forcing his features back into composure.