A/N: A short Ed/Winry. Not really my cup of tea but I saw this prompt on comment fic on LJ and actually had an idea so I said, hey, why not? I'm not even so sure it's worthy of a place here but hell, I wrote it, so why not?
No worries, though. Ed/Roy are on their way~ I'm currently editing one I'll publish later ^-^
Warnings: spoilers for the end of FMA Brotherhood
Written for the prompt by Evil Little Dog, Ed/Winry, the simplicity of holding hands
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Ed let out a tire sigh, smiling softly when Winry dragged him into yet another mechanics store. He wasn't a big shopping fan, nor a big mechanics fan. He didn't like being constantly reminded that he used to need these places every other day when he was a soldier. He still had his automail leg, but that one rarely broke and now, when he led a quiet, calm life it really never did.
However, Winry still loved these places. Automail and mechanics were her passion just like Alchemy used to be his before he gave it up, so he understood her want to see as many of those. He just didn't understand why it had to take hours every time and eat up the time they had together, making them end up hasting their dinner and rushing back home with the last train.
"Look it's a brand new model!"
He turned his look towards where his girlfriend was looking. She was currently glued to a glass window that showed an automail hand. In Ed's opinion, there was nothing special about it – just a hand made of metal. It didn't even look as cool as the one he used to have.
"It's the millennium turbo 103! I read about it in a magazine! It has five different states and weights about half as the one before it – you know, like the northern kind! Ohhh Ed this is soooooo exciting!"
Ed rolled his eyes and was about to say something when he felt Winry's warm hand grabbing his and squeezing it lightly with excitement. He looked up at her, and suddenly realized how strange it was to be here, looking at automail. He smiled and squeezed her hand back, enjoying the feeling of palm against palm, the tenderness of her skin and the way her fingers entangled with his own. Two years ago, he wouldn't be able to feel that. She'd hold his right hand and all he'd feel would be a light pull on the connections. He could never really be sure he wasn't holding her back too tight, even though she never once complained, always smiling at him.
"Yeah, it sounds really cool. Maybe you could build something like this for one of your customers," he said with an honest smile. With these thoughts in mind, suddenly he didn't mind looking at automail so much. He didn't care that it reminded him of what he used to be, didn't care that he still had a scar to remind him of how stupid he was to try Human Transmutation, didn't care to be reminded of how crippled he used to be. On the contrary, he was actually thankful of the reminder now, as he was holding Winry's hand. It made him appreciate it, the mere fact that he could feel her warmth and the tiny movements of her muscles as she moved. It was a simple thing, yet to him, after five years of not having his flesh arm, it was everything.