I think this story could take place in the anime or the manga. Unfortunately, I don't own either the anime or manga. Hiromu Arakawa is the genius behind it all.

Thunder crashed as Winry dusted off her work clothes. "Your automail is good as new!" Winry said. "Just try not to wreck it this time!"

"Sorry," Edward said, avoiding Winry's eyes.

When Edward flexed his repaired automail, the room fell black and the hum of electricity died out.

"Aw, man! I can't believe it! A blackout? I was looking forward to finishing the book I'm reading!" Winry said.

"Damn blackouts!" he said.

Edward felt the bed shift when Winry sat down next to him.

"What am I going to do until I fall asleep?" she asked. "I really wanted to finish that book, Barry Spotter."

"Don't tell me you actually read that stuff! I mean, first of all, what kind of name is Barry Spotter anyway?"

"Um, I guess the author couldn't come up with anything cleverer. Besides, it's a really cool series, no matter how goofy his name is." She said.

"Oh, and next you'll tell me how you're in love with that guy from Moonlight." Ed mumbled.

"Hm! That's insulting! I don't read Moonlight. It's lame."

Edward was relieved, because he didn't want to become jealous of a fictional character.

He realized he couldn't remember the last time he and Winry had a real conversation like this. It felt nice.

"Well, then, what about your favorite book?"

"I guess something by Lane Bausten. Her books are so witty and romantic." Winry sighed.

Edward became thankful for the darkness, because it masked his blush.

"So," he tried his best to steer the conversation away from romance, "I was reading this book on sleep disorders-"

Winry chuckled. "You would read a book on sleep disorders. Hey, remember when Al used to sleepwalk? He'd barge into my room and say random things, and then leave. It was so weird!"

"Yeah, and remember once, he even ended up in the backyard, sleeping next to Den!" Ed replied.

They both laughed.

"Apparently people can also sleep-eat, sleep-write, and even sleep-drive!" he said.

"That's terrifying! What would make someone do that?"

"Some psychologists think it's suppressed desires manifesting themselves during the REM stage of sleep."

"Whoa" she said, "so it's like the things we don't allow ourselves to have while we're awake, we allow ourselves to have while we're asleep dreaming . . ."

"Yeah, exactly!"

The two sat in silence, absorbing the conversation.

"Speaking of sleep," Winry said, "I almost fell asleep during Granny's lecture on dish towels today."

"Yeah, she's so anal about them. Why does it matter if the blue ones go in the left drawer or whatever? Crazy lady. And have you ever noticed how she chews on her pipe before she yells? She does it every time, I swear."

Winry giggled. "I'm Pinako! I have no sense of humor! Blue towels in the left, only! The right drawer is for my smelly pipe collection!" She said in an exaggerated voice.

Edward laughed heartily. They continued to exchange impressions of Pinako until their sides ached from laughter.

"Hey Winry?" Ed said

"Yeah?"
"When are you gonna make more pie? It's like I discovered the key to happiness when I bit into that delicious pie crust of yours."

Winry smiled to herself and blushed. "Okay I'll make some soon, if the electricity comes back on someday."

There was a break in the conversation, then "Hey, Ed? What time is it?"

He picked up the clock from the nightstand. He held the clock to the window, and read it in the moonlight.

"Ah! It's two A.M." he exclaimed.

"I need to get to bed."

"Yeah."

". . . But it's so dark and I don't want to stumble my way upstairs to my room in the dark. This bed is so warm." She dragged out her words.

Ed wondered where she was going with all of this.

"You're not going to make me go, right? I can sleep here tonight?" She asked in a near-whisper.

Ed could feel his pulse speed up. What was she thinking? There was only one bed in this room, didn't she know that?

"It could be like when we were little!" She cheered.

"Except we're not little." Ed retorted.

But it was too late. He felt the bed shift as Winry laid down next to him.

"Thanks," she said.

He felt her breath on his arm. That convinced him. What would be the harm in letting her sleep here? And the bed was pretty big. He probably wouldn't even notice Winry, because she's so far away, on the other side. It's not like he couldn't share the bed just this once with her.

Winry patted Ed's shoulder and whispered goodnight. Ed felt her fingers on his shoulder long after she removed them.