The second installment of my EdxWin collection. This was updated so quickly just because I already had this story half way done when I posted the first one, and I like to procrastinate. And by procrastinate, I mean not do my homework. Why do teachers assign summer homework in the first place? Do they really hate us that much?

Anyways... this one is a bit more lighthearted than the last. And I'm hoping to make the next even fluffier :3

Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own FMA. Surprising huh?


Untouched- The Veronicas

And I don't give a damn what they say, what they think, think
'Cause you're the only one who's on my mind
I'll never ever let you leave me
I'll try to stop time for ever, never wanna hear you say goodbye
Bye, bye

I feel so untouched and I want you so much
That I just can't resist you, it's not enough to say that I miss you
I feel so untouched right now, need you so much
Somehow I can't forget you, I've gone crazy from the moment I met you


Winry sighed happily and leaned back in her chair, cracking her back as she brought her arms to the ceiling in a long stretch. She was glad to be at Briggs, even if she was here as a hostage rather than a guest. It was true that Ed had been in dire need of heavy weather automail, but apparently she was being used as leverage as well as a mechanic. Winry ignored that for the moment and focused on the more positive aspects of her visit: She got to learn about the wonders of frost resistant automail, and Ed got a new set of limbs. Another bonus was that she got to see Ed and Al again. Rush Valley and Garfield kept her sufficiently busy, but during down times and especially when she went to sleep Winry's thoughts would always turn to the Elric brothers. Where they were, how they were doing, how much closer they were to getting their bodies back. It was like they were always lingering at the back of her mind, ready to be dragged forth and worried over at the first spare moment.

Now the answer to all of Winry's questions were in the room with her. Ed was asleep on the couch, belly down and hair hiding his face from view. His automail arm had been disconnected, and the other was slung over the side of the couch. Winry glanced across to the other side of the room and saw Al sitting against the wall, head tilted up and hands on his knees. Al must have felt her watching on him because he shifted his gaze and raised an arm in acknowledgment. Winry smiled and gave him a small wave in return. Al went back to his thoughts, and Winry looked back at the half finished arm on her work bench. She poked the metal with a screw driver before throwing the tool aside, a yawn splitting her face in two.

It was getting late, Winry noted. Not that there was any change in light in their room that signaled night's arrival. The sun set pretty quickly around here, and there were few windows in the building with which to check anyway. It was her internal clock that told Winry it was better to sleep now rather than stay up and wreck what progress had been made while half asleep. Winry knew a comfy bed was waiting for her down the hall, but she was loathe to leave the room. Two very good reasons kept her here-- one was on the couch, and the other was in the corner.

Sometimes it felt like her life revolved around the Elric boys. Winry was always getting dragged to random places or forced to reshuffle appointments in order to cater to their needs. When they were with her, she would be up to her eyeballs in repairing, wrenching, and giving encouragement. When they were gone, she was consumed with new ideas for arm and leg designs and over come with worry. All of her thoughts and actions could be traced back to one source: the Elrics. Although, if she was being honest with herself, everything really led back to Edward.

Winry couldn't help it. He was her childhood friend, her customer, and the boy who unwittingly held her heart. Ever since she had met him, Edward Elric had found some way to get under her skin. He drove Winry crazy, and she couldn't get him out of her mind. It was like he possessed this gravitational force that would draw her in. (Ed, of course, would refute this theory on the basis that no human had a large enough mass and thus gravitational pull strong enough to physically move someone towards them.) Even now as she stood to leave, her traitorous feet led her to the couch and the boy who lay on it. Winry's legs deposited her on the floor, and she decided to give in and stay for a while longer. She leaned back against the side of the couch, dragging her worn bandanna out of her hair.

Winry eyed Ed's motionless form out of the corner of her eye. It struck her now just like it had before on the train to Rush Valley that his back was much larger than it had been. He had grown in stature, and as a person. Winry let her fingers crawl up the side of the couch and brush across Ed's shoulder. Despite the fact her hand had barely grazed him, Winry could feel hard muscles hidden underneath the customary black tank top.

It's interesting, Winry thought, how much she touches Ed. She's always hitting him with her wrench, braiding his hair, "accidentally" brushing his skin when making repairs. There were a lot of "accidental" touches now a days. It was so hard to contain herself when working on him. Ed was no longer the little boy from her past. Now he was a young man, a young man with a really nice body. So far, Ed hadn't seemed to notice if her fingers lingered longer than necessary. Either that, or he just didn't care.

Whether it was necessary or not, Winry had a lot of time to ogle and touch Edward. And yet for all the contact they had, Ed was never the one to initiate it. There was no hair ruffles, high fives (she laughed at the thought of Ed giving anyone a high five), or arms slung across her shoulder. Winry knew Ed wasn't the touchy-feely type to begin with, but she couldn't help hoping for more. The times he did reach out to her were few and far between. There was that instance when she broke down and almost shot Scar. Winry remembered the warmth of Ed's arms encircling her, and the heaviness of his cloak that he wrapped around her before leaving. She had also gotten a piggy back ride from him once, which was interesting to say the least (she had been surprised he was tall enough to do so).

When they were kids, Ed, Al, and Winry had always played together. They would tumble about in the long grass, have mud fights, and take turns pushing each other on the swing. After Ed became a State Alchemist, the only time the three saw each other was for business and never just to hang out. Winry missed Ed. She missed his touch.

Winry sighed and reached out to smooth a few golden strands of hair out of Ed's face. She couldn't stop her hand when it decided to follow the curve of his cheek and rest on the sharp jut of his jaw. Winry was acutely aware of Al's presence as her fingers slipped one by one off Ed's chin. She sneaked a quick look over at the huge suit of armor and was relieved to see he was still staring at the ceiling. The mechanic gave her head a brisk shake as her hand fell back to her side. This was how things were, and she should just accept it. Maybe it could be different once he and Al had gotten their bodies back, and Amestris wasn't such a disaster...

Winry was just drifting off to sleep when something warm touched her head.

"Why is your hair so clean?" Ed asked in a voice groggy with sleep.

Winry froze. He was awake? Had he been awake when she had touch his face not five minutes ago? "What do you mean?" She answered him hesitantly.

"You work with oil and dirt all day and yet your hair is still clean," Edward mumbled, almost as if he were annoyed about this. His fingers started to trail through her hair curiously, going all the way from her scalp to the very ends.

"It's because I wear my bandanna stupid." Winry rolled her eyes. She made sure to sit very, very still. She didn't want to move and somehow stop Ed from his task.

"That doesn't cover all of it," Ed argued, twirling a blond strand around his finger. "It only keeps your bangs out of the way. The rest of your hair just hangs down. Down into what ever grimy thing you're working on. Which is why it should be dirty. But it's not," his voice trailed off as he accidentally brushed the back of Winry's neck. She flinched slightly and felt the boy behind her freeze as well.

"Please don't stop," she begged silently. "He's probably still half asleep, but this might be my only chance..."

"It's really smooth." Ed continued his ministrations. Winry relaxed once more, and if she had heard the slight strain in his voice, she made no mention of it.

"That's good to know." Winry smiled happily, fully enjoying every stroke of Ed's hand. It was nice after all the things that had happened to them- today and in the past- to have a quiet moment with Ed. Especially since it was him touching her and not a wrench was in sight.

Winry leaned back even more, unable to resist his gentle caresses. "Hey, Ed," Winry said quietly. She heard Al shift and bit her lip, debating if she should continue or just forget about it. But then Winry decided that she didn't care what Al, or anyone else who happened to pass by, would think. Screw the fact that Al was there and Ed might not remember what she was about to say in the morning.

"Mmm?"

"I missed you. Like really, really, missed you," her voice grew warmer and softer. Thank god he couldn't see the blush on her face. "I hate saying good-bye..."

Winry felt him stir, and then something else brushed her head. It was soft and firm, and it made a shiver roll down her spine. Hot breath ghosted over the top of her head before Ed's hand went back to trailing through her hair.

"I missed you too."