Title: Unprofessional

Summary: Winry reflects on her unprofessionality when it comes to a certain alchemist.

Pairing: EdxWin

Word count: 300, not counting AN.

This is just a oneshot that popped into my head while I ought to be doing my Chemistry homework or perhaps writing something useful for my big project, "Every Now and Then."

Disclaimer: I don't, nor will I ever, own FMA. If I did, I'd finish the manga after page two and just have Ed get his body back with the sheer power of sarcasm, kiss Winry, and then, happily ever after.

It's unprofessional, that's what it is!

If it were any other customer, they would be uncomfortable. They wouldn't want to be around me too long; eventually I would lose their business. Heck, I might even get sued for sexual harassment!

It's just plain unprofessional. I'm sure he's noticed the way I stare, the way I work slower when he's not fully dressed. God, I drool over him more than I drool over candy or the C6517 ProsthetiTech wide-motion-range small joint series (which is, by the way, AMAZING). I feel like everyone is looking at me when I'm looking at him. At the same time, I think I would die if I didn't get to see him. How unprofessional. I chuckle a bit at myself, how stupid I am.

At the same time…

He's like a drug for me, a compulsion: thoughts of new automail upgrades, better steel alloys, whether or not he's maintaining it properly. He keeps me up at night.

I wonder if he's eating right, sleeping right, still fighting those homunculi and the government and just about everyone who gets within range of his fist.

I wonder if he takes care of his arm and leg.

I wonder if he understands the pains I take to make his limbs perfect.

I wonder if he thinks about me when he's gone.

I wonder if he thinks I'm unprofessional.

I'm an idiot.

Of course he's noticed, I'm sure. Of course he's realized that the way I act is so different around him than everyone else.

Does he ever question why I'll sometimes stop and stare at him, lost in thought? Does he ever wonder why I start a sentence:

"Ed, I…"

and never finish it?

Does he think I'm unprofessional?

Does he think I'm desperate?

Does he think about me at all?

Yeah, I know, this theme has probably been done before, but, as my Creative Writing teacher says, "It's not what you say, but how you say it." Please review and tell me how well you think I said it!