Ed stood at the bathroom sink, towel around his waist. Running his straight razor along his strop, he heard Winry pad over from the bedroom.
"Hey there, tiger!" She greeted flirtatiously, hip bumping him lightly.
"Hey yourself, Win! You want me to clear out?" He asked as she reached into the shower and turned on the hot water.
"Nah. You've seen me naked already, nothing left to hide!" She chirped cheerily, pulling Ed's dress shirt up and over her lithe form. Ed raised an eyebrow as he watched this seductive sight in the mirror, smirking a bit.
"Heh. Especially last night, huh?" He winked at her reflection as she blew him a kiss and stepped in the shower.
"Hey, are you shaving?" She asked, her voice raised over the water.
"Yeah, was thinking about it. Why?" He replied, continuing to hone his razor.
"I like you scruffy! Keep it!" She giggled, lathering her hair.
"Whaaaa?! I'll look like...like..." Images of Hohenheim swam into his mind, unbidden. Ed did NOT want to think of his late father while his amazingly sultry fiancée washed off the sweat he helped her work up the night before.
"Like who, Ed?" He could almost hear the grin on her face. Damn her!
"Like Hohenheim! Damn it!" He replied, shouting a little louder then he needed to over the water.
"Ed, pleeeeease?" She had stuck her head out of the shower and looked at him with those damn puppy dog eyes, even kicking it up a notch and dropping her bottom lip out in an adorable pout. He groaned, setting the strop and razor down.
"You win. Again." He sighed in a faux defeated tone.
"Of course I do. Now what's my prize?" She purred at him.
Ed may be dense, but he DID know an invitation when he heard one.
Ed stepped into the shower, and Winry squealed girlishly as Ed's hands settled into their usual places.
Several (loud) hours later, Ed and Winry lay in bed, the covers thrown rakishly around them. Winry had laid her head on Ed's still heaving chest as they caught their breath. His fingers traced transmutation arrays on the soft, ivory skin of her bare back. She giggled when he started tracing words, recognizing "Winry+Ed" in the middle of an alchemical array.
"Alchemy! Nerd!" She laughed, smacking his chest lightly.
"Hey, I can't help it! Just because I can't do it anymore doesn't mean I don't still love it!" He replied, trailing a fingernail up her spine, smiling as she shivered a bit.
"If you couldn't do me, would you still love ME, Ed?" Winry grinned at him cheekily, before pulling herself up so her face was closer to his.
"Hmmmm...I dunno, Win." He replied with a grin on his face, twirling a strand of her silky golden hair around his finger. "Would you love me if I didn't have any automail?" He asked back, grinning right back at her.
"Nope!" She laughed before kissing him softly on the chin. Bringing a hand up to his face, she stroked the five o'clock shadow on his cheek.
Ed smiled and laid his head back on the pillow, enjoying her soft, strong hands on his face. Her fingers stroked their way from his cheek to trace his jawline, dipping down to tease his neck a bit. She followed the strong ridge of his jaw up to his ear, tugging on his earlobe playfully. When she kissed a small purple bruise she'd left on his neck sometime between their fun last night, and their fun ten minutes ago, he sighed contentedly.
Thinking how lucky he was to have this beautiful girl in bed with him, he kissed her softly on the forehead, then again between her sky blue eyes, and once more on the tip of her nose. Winry screwed up her face cutely at this, and lunged forward to capture Ed's lips with hers when he laughed at it.
He pulled his head back, knocking it softly against the headboard. Winry reached behind him and rubbed his head softly.
"Poor baby! Quit jerking around, spaz." She lightly slapped the back of his head before yelping as Ed rolled them both over and pinned her down.
"Who's the spaz now, huh?" He laughed, wiggling his fingers against her ribs where she was most ticklish.
"Ed! Quit it! E-Ed!" She gasped between bouts of laughter. Ed just kept on tickling, dipping down to kiss her smiling mouth every so often. Neither cared when they clacked teeth a couple times...they were giddy, and happy, and in love.
When Ed finally stopped tickling her (she had completely pulled the sheet down with her wriggling, exposing her bare body to the hips), he laid his head on her chest this time, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Suddenly, she started giggling.
"What is it this time, automail freak?" He asked, looking up at her.
"Your scruff! It's tickling me!" She giggled. She wouldn't be caught dead giggling this much in public...so girly and foolish. But Ed...he just brought out the girly, foolish side in her!
"Oh yeah?" He asked, with a devilish gleam in his eye. He rubbed his cheek over her chest, grinning at the small shudder she let out when the side of his face, followed by his lips, grazed a stiffening nipple.
"Mmmmm...thank god you didn't shave!" She murmured happily before pulling him up to meet her lips.
(A/N this might be my favorite piece I've written so far! This fluffy, pointless stuff is my specialty, it seems. Plus my other two stories are darker and a little more depressing...it's nice to write a happy, horny Edward and Winry for once. Reviews appreciated!)
