Winry stretched her arms. All the dishes were packed away in the dishwasher and everything else was done.. Or should be.

She wandered out to the living room of the condo she shared with her boyfriend, Arthur, and saw him lounging on the couch with the TV on.

She smiled and went to sit down next to him. She sat right up next to him, their thighs brushing against each other.

"Hi."

He smiles back at her. "Hi there. I assume you finished the dishes, since you'd be slapping me across town to finish if they weren't."

"You've figured me out, huh?" The blonde chuckled.

He lazily wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "I certainly have." He used his hands to pull her face to his in a short, tender kiss.

"Mm." The blonde leaned into his shoulder, her hair splaying over his t-shirt. "Such a lazy man being left in charge of his father's company. I'm surprised."

"I'm not that lazy." He protested.

"Seen your stuff in the bedroom lately? Me neither." She stuck her tongue out, chuckling.

Arthur pulled at her side, tugging their hips to meet up against each other. He rubbed her arm lightly and affectionately. "I have seen all the stuff I need."

Winry sighed into the gentle warmth of her partner's arm and his chest. "Hands off." She playfully scolded him.

He pulled her slightly into his lap. "Nuh-uh, mine."

She pulled her arms to her chest, pulling his arm over hers. "Is that so?" Her actions seemed to defy her, as well as her tone. It was all in playful fun, really.

Both of them had forgotten the TV was on - it was more like a white noise.

Arthur turned a little so his left hand could reach Winry's head, and he began to run his fingers through her smooth and silky hair. It smelt vaguely metallic and a little bit like soap. It was a nice smell.

Winry settled into the now very-warm couch, enjoying the feeling of her hair being let down further. Although she usually tied it, this felt incredibly nice. Her fingers fluttered gently, feeling her now not-quite-slow heartbeat.

Arthur could hear his blood pounding in his ears, each beat like a drumbeat. He knew why, of course- even after these couple months of living together and over a year of being together, Winry still made his heart beat out of his chest.

Winry closed her eyes gently, not sleeping, but savoring the moment. She spoke in a low, but not impossible to hear, tone and said, "I love you."

Arthur smiled at that, the expression tearing at his lips before bursting out and into his eyes and dimple. "I love you too."

And Winry too smiled, a soft, loving, accepting smile.