Bored
"How the hell do you just sit around like this all the time?"
Winry purses her lips, screwing up her face at the automail diagram on the page she was reading. Ed continues complaining, saying something about how it 'shouldn't be this cold in October', before finally grumbling about how he had nothing to do. Usually Pinako gave him assorted chores to keep him preoccupied, but she had a house-call in Dublith and was gone for the week. Al had accompanied her to get a feel for travel; all of which left Ed bored and whiny, and Winry stuck with him for six days.
("Usually she won't leave me alone to fix stuff that isn't broken," he bemoans, head lolling against his hand. "I think I'm starting to miss it. What's wrong with me?")
"Winry, are you listening to me?" Ed asks, sounding like a mix between a kicked puppy and his usual stubbornness, and Winry snaps her mechanics book shut. The sharp sound makes Den jump from her spot in the corner of the living room, and Ed scrambles to sit up.
Standing up from her spot on the couch, she tosses the book onto the coffee table and turns to face him, her glare potent enough to cut down an army of seasoned soldiers. Ed has the decency to look sheepish under her gaze. "I didn't know I was bothering you, I'm sorry." He says it quickly, like his life depends on those few words, and she grits her teeth.
She needs to shut him up.
Winry swings her leg over his lap to straddle his hips in one swift movement, setting her weight down on his thighs, and Ed stutters. He only manages a mangled collection of syllables before Winry cuts him off, yanking him forward by the lapels of his shirt. He responds after the shock wears off, cupping the back of her head to pull her closer. Running her hand down the back of his neck, she shifts closer, pulling his arm until it's around her waist.
He obliges, setting his hand on her waist, and his palm is wide and hot through the fabric of her button up shirt. Winry pulls his hair free and tosses the rubber band onto the floor behind the couch. She likes it more when it's down. Carding her hands through his hair, she pulls away for air before he leans forward to kiss her again. The contact is hot enough to sear away the chill in her fingers, and she pulls him in closer, shifting in his lap to grind against him.
He gasps then, tearing away from the kiss to turn his face away. "Ah, wow-"
Winry smirks at his reaction as she peppers his jaw with kisses, reveling in how he flushed hot under her touch. She could play him like a violin - something she personally prided herself on.
Pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his throat, she moves to undo his shirt. Ed has a faint mark on the underside of his jaw by the time she's finished, and she can feel his approval straining against his pants. She pulls away to watch his face as she rolls her hips into his, and Ed tips his head forward against hers, his throaty sigh brushing over her lips.
She sits back onto his knees, admiring her handiwork - he's flushed red, hair disheveled, and there's a nice pink bruise forming under his jaw - and she reaches out to touch his face. "Don't ever bother me while I'm reading again, or I'll leave you like this."
The shock in his expression quickly melts into acceptance, and he nods quickly. "Deal, deal. I'll never bug you again, I swear."
"Glad we're in agreement." she says, and leans forward to kiss him.