"Ed?" Winry ascends the staircase with the new leg in tow, searching for her husband. "Edward?" 'He better not still be asleep, it's almost noon!' But, sure enough when she walks into their bedroom, there he is splayed out on the bed. "Edward!" She drops the heavy automail right on his chest.

"What the hell?!" He pops to a sitting position, hands flying to his face and head to block any other cracks he assumes are coming. The new upgrade rolls off to his side, "What was that for?!"

"You're still asleep at noon that's what! It's time to get your ass up cause I've got the new model for you to try on."

Rubbing the sore spot on his chest where the weighty appendage landed, Ed glares at his wife for a moment, "Tch, you didn't need to be so mean about it." But when one of her eye brows raises and hand tightens around the wrench she's holding, he turns away, preferring not to encourage the wrath she's capable of wielding with it. "So, what now," he grabs the automail off the bed, "you want me to try this on?"

"Yeah," she takes it from his hands, "I've upgraded a few things, incorporated titanium alloy to the inner frame without adding weight, that should make it a little sturdier, so you won't break it as easily."

Winry sets about removing the old leg and connecting the new one, each movement precise and skilled from all the years of not just working on automail, but Ed specifically. So, attuned to her husband's metallic workings, she could probably attach it with her eyes closed.

He leans back just watching the scene unfolding as another round of déjà vu, having lost count how many times he's gone through this before. It's kinda nice, these moments watching his girl at her craft, proud of how far she's come in the field of automail. She had gained a reputation all her own, separate from the Rockbell legacy with customers searching her out from all over Amestris and even Xing. Winry's obsession with metal and mechanical inventions only rivals his own when it comes to alchemy.

But lately it hasn't just been the routine act of connecting the prosthetic, though most likely an unconscious act, her hands tend to wander over other parts of his leg. Of course, there are no complaints from him, when it rests on his thigh, sometimes squeezing, especially the closer it settles near his groin, he relishes in the electrical surges that come along with it.

"All right it's done," a gloved hand wiping away some sweat from her forehead, "give it a…" looking up at Ed's face, she finally notices the goofy grin it's sporting and cocks her head slightly. "What?"

"I've just grown to enjoy watching you work on my body parts…" It takes a second for Winry to process the words, but soon the rosy hue on her cheeks makes clear the subtle little remark was understood. He chuckles, "It's still so cute when you get all blushy."

"Stop it you idiot, I need to stay focused till I'm done checking this upgrade thoroughly."

"Oh yeah, how thorough are you gonna be?"

"Edward!"

Laughing at the darkening color of her cheeks, "Okay, okay! Let me guess, stand up and walk around right?"

She plops on the bed with an exhale as he gets off and takes a few steps around the room, testing and feeling out the new leg. At first her eyes focus on the moving portions, making sure the joints are bending properly, her ears tuned for any squeaks or scraping sounds where she may not have suitably oiled and this alone is giving her a buzz. Winry chuckles in her head at how the sight of metal is such a turn on for her. But soon, the striking musculature of Ed's legs are taken note of as her orbs drift to the flexing of each step, it's anatomy 101 for the skilled automail engineer who's very much acquainted with their inner workings. "Mmm," she licks her chapped lips. Such magnificence to behold, unyielding calves, quads molded to a chiseled precision, and those sartorius lines tricking your eyes to follow them back to the waist line. A slight frown lingers, it's too bad his boxers are in the way.

He turns again only paying attention to how his leg feels, and still oblivious to the woman sizing him up like a meal to be devoured, but, it's giving her more choices to salivate over. Ed's well defined broad shoulders had long been a satisfying treat, hell it was the first thing she truly noticed when he became more than a mere boy in her opinion, but it was the rest of his back that made her a captive audience today. His lats and traps were so exquisitely developed, and so much bigger with the loss of the alchemy that forced him to do labors manually now.

Facing the bed, she watches as Ed laughs and jumps around a bit, probably thrilled at the lighter weight of the frame. The northerner's carbon fiber had triggered a similar reaction, but the man-child seems not to have changed much in that regard since then. No problem, let his focus stay where it's at, that just gives her more time to ogle her stud, to stay hypnotized, and so much so she fails to notice he had stopped moving.

Ed was just about to say something about the leg when he realized his wife was staring at him, her eyes semi-glazed and half lidded, mouth was slightly parted. He smiled, or more like smirked that Winry's attention was so raptly fixed on him as he followed the direction her orbs were travelling and the grin on his face widens even more when he realizes she's staring in the region of his groin.

The suns afternoon rays framed her so beautifully, bathing her in its soft marigolds and light amber fires; for having been through heaven and hell, he wondered how could one such as himself end up with an angel for a wife? With her shoulders slumping her upper body forward, her work clothes sure didn't help the switch of who was ogling who now. It was Ed's turn to swallow the lump stuck in his dry throat when the swell of her breasts peeked over the skimpy tube top and the cargo's she wore must have shifted low on her hips as she sat down for he could see the slight v trailing down and disappearing past her waistline. Suddenly, being excited over his new leg became the furthest thing on his mind and all he wanted to do was strip her down with more than just his eyes.

Another limb instead, made its awareness known to it's owner, at first a twitch, then a tremble as it swelled and hardened heading due north. Had she noticed it too? He watches as Winry's eyes slowly widen and she swallows, chuckling in his head that if she had an Adam's Apple it would be bobbing like crazy right now. He steps towards her, levelling a gaze at her face, just waiting for her to look up and meet him, but she continues to stare forward, unable to tear her eyes away from the bulge in his underwear until he stops just a couple of feet in front of her.

"Winry?" She forces her head to tilt up, to look at her husband's face, but the deer in headlights expression lingers. He smirks again, "So which leg did you want to check on?" She blinks, waiting for her brain to catch up and mouth parting silently still unable to form words. "Well Win, which one?"

But such is not necessary when actions speak louder to communicate all one needs to know. Her hands reach out, flattening against the ripples of his abdominals, finger tips tracing the lines and grooves and nails grazing, scraping the taut skin. Now it's his brain that needs to catch up to what's happening as he watches her lips make contact with his flesh, tender kisses carving a trail south, his eyes expanding the lower they get, ever more as her fingers curl around the waistband of his boxers, dragging them down, only her eyes glancing upwards now and then to check his reactions.

His breathing had grown shallow once the fabric had dropped past his thighs and pooled around his ankles, waiting in yearning dependency like a junky about to get his fix. How long should she taunt him, the smile on her face does tell, his eyes narrowing as if to say don't you dare. Her lips brush so lightly over his dick causing a hitched exhale and a feeble tremble of his extremities, hands moving to ghost over his thighs, enjoying the quivering ripples they trigger from his muscles, she plants kisses along the way, steering clear of his middle leg to tease him mercilessly.

"Winry…" he groans, a telltale pout to his tone inner-laced with a desperate entreaty and desire to simply force her head where it needs to be. But he could never do that to her, as much as his body was begging, screaming for gratification, the rational part reminded him the wrench was still within her reach. Besides, watching the love of his life worshiping his body was fucking sexy as hell! Every touch of her skin, be it from her lips or fingers, sent nerves firing and short circuiting all throughout his system. His eyes roll, head tipping back the stronger the sensations become, his hands find their way to her shoulders to steady himself or crumple to his knees; yeah that would be manly.

This was the moment she had been waiting for, when he could no longer focus is when she went in for the kill. Her tongue pushes, flattening at the base of his shaft licking upwards, his head flying forward, hands gripping as he peers down at his wife with wild eyes, only to be met by the same fired up gaze staring back at him. It's not like this was the first time she's gone down on him, but it felt different. The cool stainless-steel ball of her new tongue ring was a marvel against the heat of his shaft and at each pass over, it would catch or press harder where she chose to let it, sending his nervous systems into gear grinding turmoil. "Win…" voice cracked and shuddering, "Did you know?"

She hums, letting the vibrations over his cock answer for her, then slyly swirls her tongue languidly around the head and kissing the tip before resuming her toils. He can't hold back the growls and groans forcing his eyes to stay open so he can watch but fuck it's so hard every time the pressure she's creating around his shaft, the palpitations of her tongue, and that damn steel grazing against the ridges all working in consortium to throw his powers of intellect out of whack and leaving it babbling incoherently.

Her hand joins the melee, fingers wrapping around the base giving short little fondles, countered to the lips paying closer attention to his head, and the ball gliding over the bundle of nerves at its heart. The pace of her strokes quickens, spurred and aided by saliva lubricating the path. Ed feels the burning throb of heat coiling and he pulls at her hair, damn he doesn't want her to stop but soon he'll be a limp mess and that's not how he wants to end things.

Gathering the remainder of his wits, he pushes away from her, still panting to still the impending ache threatening to burst and quickly throws her onto the bed. He drags her sweats off unceremoniously, flinging them along with her panties across the room as she works at the offending tube top, freeing her breasts from their grasp. But he stops her hands just as they wriggle the fabric over her face, pinning her arms and blinding her sight. "Ed?"

Ah, the sight beneath him, so picturesque, "You're so beautiful Winry," nosing the nape of her neck, he keeps her arms locked with one hand while the other torments her body, "and such a fucking tease…" she arches against him, moaning with every swipe of his lips across her skin. He shifts his hips to hold hers in place, a thigh pressing against the heat of her apex, and grinning when it meets the abundant moisture developing.

Unable to see through the dark fabric, all Winry can do is use the rest of her senses to respond, but the overload of stimuli assaulting her body, blank out her mind and ripostes with garbled clamor. His mouth coveting the supple flesh of her bosoms, tongue dancing over her nipples so perked and swollen from all the nips he lavishes upon them, oh God it pains with sensitivity! And his nails, gliding over her flesh and gripping to her sides whenever she bucks her hips only serves to drive her even more wild for more.

His cock is throbbing to get in on the action, thrumming at the chance to be in the damn trenches, but Ed's not done molesting the rest of her body. He shifts his hips, to settle the length amongst the folds of her sex, placating the appendage for now. But this motion flips a switch in Winry, for she wants it buried further south, filling the empty void between her legs. She grinds her pelvis over his swollen desire, pushing through the shivers and friction it creates against her clit, moaning, communicating her wonton demands. "Fuck Win, you want it that bad?"

"Yes!" she hisses and polishes his shaft again to make her point loud and clear. "Edward give me what I want!"

'Damn, she used my whole name!' he sits back and lines up with her entrance, prodding it with just the tip, pressing just enough to make her think he's gonna push through before pulling back again.

"Edward!"

"Geez! Alright!" He impales her. "Happy now?" Winry nods and moves to pull the blinder from her face, but he stops her. "No, no, that stays put."

"But…" He pins her hands above her head again without responding, preferring to continue his oral torment, the pelvic ride, sparse but whetting, quenching the embers for now. They were the perfect model, a flawless design working in tandem to keep the machine running smoothly. Oh God, he fit her so divinely. A new resonance joins the cacophony of sounds as she hums in a delirious stupor, purrs, vibrating from her body through the mouth he has suckling against her breast. He grins, loving all the little noises she makes during sex and let's go of her hands to knead her mounds more definably, squeezing and palpating the supple flesh, and pinching the firm ridges at their center. These fuel the degradation of her mind, lost amongst the swirls of shadows dancing beneath the fabric over her eyes, her mewling whimpers and groans an aching menagerie.

"It's a good thing no one else is home…" he breathes out near her ear.

"Why…"

"Because I can do with you as I please…"

Apparently, Ed forgot who he was married to.

Winry rips the blindfold from her face and narrows her eyes at him, seconds before rolling them both over till she was on top. Fuck it if she had broken their physical connection, how dare he think he could rule over her! "What the hell Win!" Damn it, he wanted to stay in control! He wraps his arms around her body and shifts his heavier frame to try and flip them back over, but she fights the advancements, wrestling with the larger man, and wishing he wasn't so much bigger than she was now. Half laughing, half choking through their tussle, even Ed wasn't mad anymore, no excited was a better word for it, as Win had tangled her legs and arms wherever she could and struggled to gain an advantage, even throwing in some nail scraping action to no real avail. It was amusing yes, for her feisty personality was a trait he loved in his girl, but this was the first time she had ever sought to use it during a sexcapade, 'definitely won't be the last,' he mused to himself.

'What the hell is he thinking about?' The stupid grin plastered on his face, irritated and pushed her to strive harder to win the bout. So blinded they both were for different reasons, too embroiled in the jumbled kinks of their bodies, partially twisted sheets being dragged along with them, that they both failed to realize how close they were to the edge until…

Her back and bottom hit the wooden floor with a thud and a heavy male body crashes on top of her, pushing the air right out from her lungs in an 'oomph!' It was sheer luck that Ed's hand happened to be behind her head at that moment or things could have been much worse. "Oww…" she shifts herself as best she can to the side, rolling her husband off to rub her bruised backside.

"Winry, are you okay?" It was so stupid, Ed tries, failingly to console his wife, smoothing her hair, rubbing her back, but the hint of a chuckle can't be stifled at the fun yet ridiculous predicament they had put themselves in. "Winry?" As pained as she felt, even she had to concede to the silly situation, laughing with moisture still brimming at her corners, she looks to his face, blue eyes still bright and content, and flashes a cheerful smile. He returns her gaze, orbs softening as his hand cup, thumbs smoothing over her flushed cheeks, mouthing his love in silent revere before gently lifting her face to kiss her aches away. Sigh, surrendering this round, her hands enfold over his, holding still a moment then sliding along his arms to rest on his biceps where fingers squeeze at the firm muscles, slightly flexing under her grasp, and bodies molding once more as the discomfort of the hardwood is lost again to the amorous.

Ed lifts her onto his lap, her body arching delicately through the kisses upon her neck, savoring the trail his lips take along her flesh to her sought after bosoms, fingers weaving through his hair, pulling, tangling them as he buries his face between her mounds. He caresses her back, tracing the lines created by the shoulder blades, digging his fingertips down the curvature of her spine to where they rest just above the sacrum. God how she wants him to scrape his nails against her skin, make her shiver, and he never does. Winry wonders why he won't leave, little love bites or is careful not to mark her, but to him, her body is too sacred for such brandings, it is a temple to be worshipped not marred, and he could make her quiver in other ways. Of that she couldn't disagree, he could be explosive in everyday life, but not in the bedroom, no here she was treated with kid gloves, and satiated in every other possible way.

Ugh, it never takes long to get all hot and bothered by her husband and he could no doubt feel that commotion dripping down his thighs. She rocks her hips in a fluid motion, buffering his dick with slow, undulating waves to soothe the bristling tension rising at her apex and with each swipe against her clit, every stroke to her pleasure button, sweeping tremors assault her frame. He's faring no better through the rising tides, moaning his disintegration, and dick screaming at his rationale to just fucking take her, screw this coddling bullshit, the woman wants deliverance, blinding, searing, a mind-numbing, put her to sleep fuck!

The throbbing burn pulsing and swelling in his groin are just too much already, and if she keeps up what she's doing he's gonna blow before he even gets a chance to impale her. Son of a… He hooks his arms under her legs and staggers to his feet, shifting with each step he takes to balance her as she secures her legs around his waist and hands cling to his shoulders, trap's providing a solid grip station for lady fingers to adhere to. Her back collides with a hard surface for a second time this afternoon, but not so terribly as the first, adrenaline waning every chance to register anything other than primal impulse.

A second shift, dropping her and bending his knees slightly, she catches on quick and reaches between them to line up, tip to the sweltering abyss, her breathing halting in anticipation at his stupid friggin grin again, when he straightens out and drives his dick right on in like he owns the place. The air rushes back out followed by a squeak and mewling cries, his hips piston, slamming over and over, bouncing her off before taking her back in again, it's so deep, so fucking deep the stars come out to frolic in her vision. Her nails are scraping his biceps, digging into his shoulders or wherever they've flailed to, as she hangs on for dear life. But it feels so utterly amazing, pressure just building, friction growing towards a conflagration. Damn she's so tight! He can't see straight, sweat is dripping down his forehead and blurring his vision, chest and back no doubt glistening from the salty liquid.

Ah fuck, he feels it coming, her walls are clenching, contracting, and her pitch is rising, growing strained, she's gonna lose it, 'shit!' His name is screamed. He grabs onto her ass and pins her to the wall with his shoulder and forehead as the bestial spasms ricochet over every inch of her frame. The inner muscles of her vag clamp down around his shaft in merciless pulses, mirroring the assault on her extremities and it's a laborious effort just to keep up his thrusts. He's done for. The eruption takes over and her name is added to the myriad of incomprehensible sounds echoing around the room as he unloads; her muscles, his muscles, working in consortium to wring him dry of all the seed left in his body.

"Win...ry…" all the strength in his legs give way as he slumps to the floor, releasing her onto his lap when they get there, arms just as dead weight as his legs. Exhale, he falls backwards, relishing the cooler feel of the wood against his sweltering skin. "Was it good for you?" chuckling at such a stupid question. She plops her body right on top of his, purposely letting her weight deadpan on his chest. Still breathing heavy, this only knocks the air right out of him and she giggles. "Friggin Win!"

She too is working to still her breathing, but she peppers his arms and chest with kisses before settling down, head resting against his shoulder, curled to his side, and lazily brushing her fingers over pec's and ab's. "You're always good for me Eddy." Sigh, "mmm, and you were right, it was a good thing no one else is home…"

He pulls her tightly to him and kisses her forehead, brushing a few hairs away from her face, "it'd probably scar Al for life if heard us," chuckling, "that boy is too fucking innocent."

Giggling, "We should get dressed, he and Grams will be home by dinner. So…" she reaches down and grazes her nails along his left thigh, tickling her senses when the muscles flex under their scrutiny, "how did the leg work out?"

"Oh," he kisses her lips this time and bores his honey orbs into her baby blues, "I think I need a new upgrade." Winry tips her head in confusion but then he grins, "because I love the aftercare!" She punches his chest even though the smirk on her face was a give-a-way. "What?!" he laughs even harder, "You seem to like it too!"