Draped in Wires
by.
Poisoned Scarlet


Theme 050: Lending a Hand


She was, essentially, draped in wires.

Edward burst out laughing and she only glared from under the yards of wire she had somehow managed to get herself tangled in.

"Quit laughing and help me out of here!" She snapped, disgruntled when he only clutched the frame of the door and laughed harder. "Edward, if you know what's good for you, you better get me outta' here this instant!" She demanded dangerously, finally getting something other than hilarity out of him.

"How'd you get yourself stuck under all this junk?" Ed asked, a snicker escaping him every once in a while as tried to pull the heap of wires off of her; kneeling when he discovered it was far more complex than it looked.

"The box fell off the top shelf in the closet," she grunted, helping him untangle her as well. Edward slowed, looking up at her. "I tripped over some wires since it practically flew open and I guess I got tangled up in them in the process."

"You okay?" He asked, concerned. "You didn't hurt yourself, right?"

"Only my pride," she muttered, earning a chuckle from him. "I'm fine, really. Here, lift this up for me, will you?" He did and she ducked her head under it, pushing a clump of wires away from her. She fell on all-fours, kicking off some more and crawling out of the remaining pool of black, red, and white wires.

"Jeez, be more careful next time, would you?" Edward watched her sit back on her legs, fixing the strands of hair that got tousled in the accident. "You could get seriously hurt..."

"Okay, I will," she said, adjusting her shirt. She just had a baby bump but the Resembool townsfolk were becoming wary of it. She was relieved they would soon be wed. "How's constructing coming?"

"Bad." Ed grunted, his sour mood returning. "I never knew there were so much stuff involved in making a damn house! I mean, it just a house!"

"That should teach you not to go assuming things!" Winry scolded, rolling her eyes at his muttering. She gathered the wires and messily placed them back in the box, knowing it'd take her time she was short on in that moment to untangle the mess.

She suddenly felt hot breath on her neck and her skin crawled pleasantly. She paused only for a moment before going back to stuffing the wires into the cardboard box when she felt his lips drag hot trails down her neck, his hands reaching out to stop her own.

"Ed, quit it!" She said, trying to inch away from his advances. She knew what he was doing and frankly it wouldn't work today – not in that moment, at least. She needed to return upstairs to attend to the patient that was waiting on her to return. "Edward!"

"Stop worrying so much," he murmured, a hand reaching under her shirt to splay on the barely showing stomach. "You were asking for it yesterday."

"That was yesterday," she briskly replied. "I have a patient I have to fix today! I'm busy!"

"It won't take a long time if we're quick about it," he persuaded, leaning over her. She made a noise of annoyance in her throat when he only continued his ministrations; mouth on her own as she carefully tried to fan away the embers that were starting to grow into flames inside of her.

It became a losing battle, however, when he managed to turn her towards him and move his mouth urgently with her own. Somewhere between turning to face him and his hand running up her stomach to cup her breast, she had been pushed back down on the cold concrete; overshadowed, as his lips began to trail down the curve of her jaw, lower until they reached the valley of her breasts.

"Ed, no fair!" She complained, not stopping him when he pulled her shirt down for better access.

"It wasn't fair when you caught me the bathroom yesterday, either." He replied, annoyed with her shirt as it kept shifting back up whenever he pulled it down. He eventually shoved it down, hooked it under her breasts, pulling her bra down in the process, and quieted her complaints with a flick of his tongue over the creamy white flesh of her breasts.

It would have continued if it hadn't been for Alphonse's cry for his brother, his footfalls nearing rapidly.

Winry snapped her half-lidded eyes open and kicked Ed off, ignoring his swear, and hastily fixed her shirt; red starting to dust her face just as Al pulled open the door to the basement and barreled inside.

"Brother, brother! I did it! I managed to fix the landing!" Al cheered, oblivious to Ed's dangerous glare.

"That's great - now go away, Al!"

Al deflated. "What? Why? I thought you'd be proud..."

"Ed, quit being a jerk!" Winry barked, kicking his thigh. She stood up and dusted her pants, smiling brightly at Al. "I'm glad you managed to fix the landing, Al, I heard Ed complaining about it an hour ago. He could be so loud sometimes!"

"Mm!" Al beamed, glad someone was at least praising his hard work. "That's Ed for you!"

"I'm right here you know!" Ed growled, standing up as well.

Winry rolled her eyes, sending him a covert, sly, smile he caught before bouncing back upstairs to finish up with her patient.


A/N: I finally reached the half-way point in this collection! Phew, thought I'd never reach it! Only 50 more to go...

Scarlett.