I don't own FMA!
III
Winry sighed watching Al and Ed ou in the yard, playing with Den. Ed was clad in shorts and a T-shirt. His metal leg glinting in the sunlight, but her eyes were focused on his arms.
His two flesh arms.
Oh how she had dreamed, hoped he'd never get his body back, Al of course, but not Ed. Her lucid dreams of his metal arm gripping her as they did…less that appropriate things…on her work bench…filled her night through the lonely, cold nights in Rush Valley.
She loved him, and was happy that he was content and happy with his complete mission.
But the dreams of the metal fingers scraping her back will haunt her for life.