Automail by flirtyalphonse
Brother's automail is strong as it should be. Just the way Winry designed it to be. Every time he gets close, I can hear the almost-silent whirring noise-now a lullaby for me-inside the metal limbs. When he holds me, I can feel the coolness of the steel across my body. Hard. Not soft like real flesh.
Yet, despite all that, brother's automail is gentle. From the way his automail hand caresses my face to the way he entangles his metal fingers in my hair. Winry has done a good job designing brother's automail but the humanness only comes from Ed.
So tonight I took brother's automail hand into my own and simply held on, stroking the outside of his hand. I know he can't really feel anything in those limbs but he smiles at me nonetheless and I smile back before bringing his hand to my lips and placing a kiss on the cold, hard steel.
He pulls his hand back almost immediately, choosing to stare at the ground instead. No words need to be exchanged between us. I know he understands.