Milk

Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist, ever. The characters are not mine. Why this is required, I do not know.

Pairing: Ed+Winry

"Winry, I'm thirsty!" Edward whined, as she bustled around, searching for the right screw among her bins. She let lose a frustrated sigh, but she still went to the kitchen anyway, coming back with a bottle, plastic and hiding its contents very well. He mindlessly grabbed it with his flesh hand, throwing it down his throat without second thought. After he swallowed, she returned to her work, but she was quickly interrupted by Edward's screams of agony.

"WINRY! What is this stuff, it's awful!" He started spitting and dropped the bottle, the white liquid dripping on to the wooden floor.

"Milk." She stated simply, a stray cat Al found the other day happily taking care of the mess for her.

"Winry, you know I hate that-that poison! How could you do that to me!" He shouted in her ear, her eyes closing in irritation.

"Ed, I'm right here, no need to yell." She said, glaring at her blonde patient, her blue eyes, burning into his skull. "And how do you expect to grow taller if you don't drink milk? And you wonder why you are so short."

Ed's jaw dropped. "WHO ARE YOU CALLING PINT SIZED, SMALLER THEN A PEA, ANT, MIGET!"

"You, who else?" She stopped working and reached for her wrench, with all of his flailing and screaming, she couldn't work. With one swift motion, it made a crash course for Edward's head. He sat there for a moment, completely still, before his hand rushed to his throbbing skull.

"That hurt! Are you trying to kill me!" Her eye twitched, his head had become harder. She was surprised he hadn't bent her wrench already.

"Maybe if I killed you, you would stay still!" She shouted, Edward's glare matching hers.

That's when it all started. They fought often, over one thing or another. But, it was their way of flirting. And usually, the fight was started because the other cared, and the other one was in denial. Not eating because she was working on his arm, screaming over who was more obsessive, it always turned into a fight eventually. But it was better that way. When they talked, usually something bad had happened, so fighting was her way of knowing things were fine, at least for him. And if she didn't fight back, he knew something was wrong with her.

Al watched from outside, his new pet happily licking away at the spilt milk both were crying, or rather screaming about. Soon it would end, and they would return to their work, him reading an alchemy book while she busied herself with his arm. The cat walked out and crawled into Al's chest plate, the purr resonating in the empty steel. He lifted himself up, and tiptoed down the hall, it was time for them to be alone.

"Winry?"

"Yes, Ed?" She said quietly, screwing another plate on his automail arm.

"Why do you keep on trying to give me milk?" He captured her eyes, her movements stopped. "Why?"

She stayed quiet for a moment, then her oil covered hands folded, her eyes dropping as she said something quietly.

Edward blinked for a moment, leaning in. "What did you say?"

Winry blushed and looked away. "So you will always come back."

"How? If anything, you try to avoid doses of poision…"

"Ed you idiot, every time you grow, you have to come back. And every time you are so happy, wobbling up the stairs, wanting to be measured to see how many centimeters I would have to add to the new set." She half-heartedly glared up at him, his eyes wide with shock. "It's when you are happy to come home. Home to me."

He stayed silent, and she went back to work, adding the final plates and the anti-rust treatment.

"Done," She said quietly, looking up at the clock. "It's 9:00, do you want to stay the night?"

Edward nodded and stood up, streching his new fingers. She nodded and untied her red bandana, setting it beside the sink as she washed her hands. Edward didn't leave though, he pulled on his clothes and waited for her to finish. Quiet was uncommon between them, so both felt uncomfortable in the room together. Winry pulled on her shirt and buttoned it up, turning to Edward. He was looking at the ground, his bangs covering his golden eyes. She rubbed her eyes and began to walk past him, but suddenly she was stopped, his flesh hand grabbing her left arm.

"Winry," He said quietly, as she turned to him, her eyes wide in surprise. "I'm always happy to come home, because it means seeing you."

She stood there shocked for a moment, then she launched herself into his arms, sobbing into his shoulder. He was taken aback, "Winry, I didn't mean to make you sad, don't cry…" He said softly, holding her close, his hand rubbing her back in an attempt to cheer her up.

"Ed, you idiot, I'm happy!" She said pulling back, her hand softly banging against his head.

"Ow, I'm still sore you know." Edward said, playing hurt, making Winry laugh out loud.

"Oh, Ed…" She said, grabbing his chin, pulling him closer. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Maybe kiss me." He said playfully, closing the gap between their lips. It was short and sweet, and both pulled away red as tomatoes.

"Ooh, Ed's got a girlfriend!" Alphonse whispered happily.

"Meow!" Replied the cat, the sound echoing off the steel walls of Al's chest, causing Ed and Winry to twist their heads towards the door where Al was spying.

"AL! I'm going to kill you!" Edward shouted, quickly giving chase to the already moving Alphonse.

"It was to quiet, I was worried!"

"Al! Stop running so quickly, I need to kill you!"

"Then why would I stop?"

And so, the Rockbell household was filled with noise again, as Aunt Pinako puffed on her pipe out on the porch.

"I swear, young people these days…"

END

Authors Note: TADA! First FMA fic ever, and I am rather proud of it, there will be more to come, don't worry. This is the first of many one-shots that I will do in my spare time. But I really should get started on that Excel Saga fanfic… . I'm too lazy for my own good. Sayonara!

Gabby the Great