Warning,: This is mature. If you are not mature, then don't continue, there will be a lemon later in the story. there are bad things that are going to happen. beware of Gender bending.

Disclaimer: Do I look like I own Ed? If I did, he'd be making Al's suit be Platinum, (thanks,dynomike88) not starring in my fan fictions.

A/N: I will flip between Ed and Winry's POV's...read first chapter thing for more details.

Winry's POV

Winry sat numbly, her head resting against her knees, one mettle one flesh. "Edward is so small, so compact." Winry thought to herself silently"If he ever got hurt because of me..." She pulled the knees closer to herself, curling even further inward. She could hear Al talking to Ed. The echo filled voice was faint, murmuring, making just impossible for Winry to hear the exact word that Al was using. Was he telling Ed what she had just told him? Winry desperately hoped not. Should she have told Al? She asserted that yes, she did. Not only was it a relief to have finally told someone, anyone, but she had to know if she was over-reacting. Which, judging from Alphonse's reaction, she was not.

She heard Al say his goodbyes clearly and the clatter of the phone as he dropped it on the cradle. He took a place beside her, and assumed a similar position, though of course not nearly as small and compact. He was staring straight ahead, but it was obvious that his words were meant for Winry.

"How? How could that kind of thing happen?"

Winry curled even further up, hiding her face in Ed's legs, perhaps trying to hide her shame as well. "I don't know." she mumbled into the leathery material of Ed's pants.

"But with him? After all that he's done?"

Winry bolted up and fixed Al with a scarily icy stare. "You think I don't know that?!" she hissed, " What would my parents think!! And that bastard thinks that paying me makes it all better...as if I would even accept a million dollars just to kiss him!! I'm sure that you're just as repulsed as they would be, and think that I want everything that he does to me..." A shiver of disgust shook her petite frame.

Al shook his head. "I'm not saying any of that, I was wondering, not judging. I thought that you might want to talk about it...and I am repulsed, but not at you...him...I never would have thought..." Al shook his head again " Anyways...you gonna eat the rest of your ramen or what?"

Winry sat back down and clutched Ed's knees again. "I'm not hungry." she muttered.

It is now roughly three-thirty ish ( still Winry's POV.)

Al stared in amazement and started laughing.

Winry filled him with a slight glare, and asked, petulantly, "What do you find so funny?"

"I (haha) have never (giggle giggle) heard brother say that (muahaha) he's not hungry!" Al explained.

Winry allowed a small smile to play along her lips. "Actually, I'm starving, I was just being moody." Very thankful for Al's end to the tension, she finished the bowl of ramen quickly, and was just heading back to the kitchen for more when there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it! yelled Winry, cheerful now that she was partially full. She opened the door to a person that struck both the glee from her heart and the appetite from her stomach.