Disclaimer: Hiromu Arakawa owns Fullmetal Alchemist and anything else involved. I, therefore, own nothing.

Author's Note: This was a totally silly idea based on me looking the mirror and realizing something. You can guess what.

Again

Character(s)/Pairing(s): Ed/Winry

January 8, 2010


Edward didn't know if the action was deliberate, but he wasn't going to let her know that her white tank top was practically see-through. He wasn't going to give up the luxury she had bestowed upon him. Was she trying to lead him on with her body? Doubtful, but a possibility. Was he going to pretend that she was, anyway, regardless of the truth? Absolutely. Really, though, she could probably turn on a tree—wait, that would turn into an awfully bad, perverted joke.

It was a sweltering summer day in Resembool. Both Ed and Al were wearing less clothing than usual, changing from long pants and jackets to shorts and tank tops to accommodate. Ever since Al had gotten his body back, he went through little bouts of exhibitionism, which was ignored by the rest of the household. Pinako more or less expected all three teenagers to be in various states of undress. The older woman went about her business otherwise.

Winry, never the person who wore as many clothes as they did at one time, opted for even less than usual—which meant, to Edward, that she didn't bother putting a bra on.

He wondered: was she even wearing underwear? She was wearing a skirt… but… wouldn't that be too dangerous? She already wasn't wearing a bra. He pondered these questions as if they required textbook analysis to support them. He was serious.

When his imagination ran rampant with the visible curves and points of her breasts and then some, he failed to notice his younger brother's open stare at his behavior as he entered the room. Following his line of vision, Alphonse saw exactly what he was staring at.

"I'm going to ruin brother's fun with this, I'm sure, but are you aware that your nipples are fully visible through your top?" Al asked bluntly, ignoring his brother's obvious gawking.

"What? Al!" Ed groaned, but then coughed to cover his disappointment. He crossed his legs just in case.

"She has a right to know!" Al argued, gesturing at their longtime friend.

"I didn't put a bra on this morning," she shrugged. "It's not like you've never seen nipples before in your life, right?"

Ed sputtered, "But… but… they're your nipples."

"Your point? I see yours all the time."

"Only certain people," what he meant was only himself, but he wasn't going to say that out loud, "should see them! Right?" He turned to his brother. "Right, Al?"

The younger Elric started to back out of the bedroom. "I'm just going to step away from this conversation altogether."

Winry rolled her eyes at them both before commenting to the retreating Al, "Good man."

"I'm right, though!" Ed yelled. He paused. "How am I wrong?"

"If I was going to be going outside, out of the house, I'd put a bra on. Right now, I'm not. How is this even an arguing point?" she asked, crossing her arms underneath her chest.

He groaned. "Okay, if you're not going to wear a bra, at least don't… don't do that!"

"Do what?" She looked down, then back up at him. "Oh, this?"

With a wicked grin, Winry took a step towards him as she pushed up her breasts even more, leaning forward, knowing exactly what she was doing to him. They strained against the fabric of her tank top, providing even more cleavage. She didn't need any more cleavage. Any more cleavage and she'd be topless. Wait, why was he arguing again?

When she got too close, he squirmed. "Winry!" he whined, attempting to swat her away without grazing her beautiful breasts. That would later result in a wrench to the skull—or somewhere worse—that he didn't feel like receiving.

"What?" she asked innocently before standing upright again. She sized him up and down, making him feel even more uncomfortable. Why did it feel like he was on display? He looked down to double check if his penis was currently betraying him—not much, but maybe enough for notice.

She stared at him expectantly, an eyebrow raised.

"I can't even begin to defend myself."