Winry was finishing the adjustments to his right arm.
“Better?” she asked. Ed was sitting in the wide-armed wooden chair where Winry usually did esoteric things with his automail, only instead of kneeling to the side, she was straddling his lap, tools in her hands. “How’s it working?” she continued, hair loose around her face.
It seemed perfectly reasonable to test his reach of his automail by wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer. She arched into his touch, and wearing the skimpy top she worked in during the summer, Edward could see her nipples tighten. He leaned forward and bit one of them, a gentle nip, and Winry gasped, dropping her screwdriver and wrench, and her hands were in his hair pulling him closer and–
He woke up.
~~~
“Brother, do you need a tune-up?”
“Wha- why do you ask?”
“Last night in your sleep- you were mumbling about Winry and adjustments.”
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timeasmymeasure
Attraction
“Better?” she asked. Ed was sitting in the wide-armed wooden chair where Winry usually did esoteric things with his automail, only instead of kneeling to the side, she was straddling his lap, tools in her hands. “How’s it working?” she continued, hair loose around her face.
It seemed perfectly reasonable to test his reach of his automail by wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer. She arched into his touch, and wearing the skimpy top she worked in during the summer, Edward could see her nipples tighten. He leaned forward and bit one of them, a gentle nip, and Winry gasped, dropping her screwdriver and wrench, and her hands were in his hair pulling him closer and–
He woke up.
~~~
“Brother, do you need a tune-up?”
“Wha- why do you ask?”
“Last night in your sleep- you were mumbling about Winry and adjustments.”