It's Hot

It's Hot

By Maggie's Revenge

It was a sweltering day. Ed, reduced shamefully to a pair of shorts, sank heavily into a chair on the porch, fanning his face with his hand futilely. He groaned as he let his head fall back against the top of the chair. They were going through an awful heat wave, and it didn't help that he was equipped with not only an automail arm, but a leg as well.

Sweat rolled down his face and his chest; his black tank top had been left lying in a smelly heap in the middle of the living room. He closed his eyes. It was too hot to move, to breathe, to even see.

He was mildly aware of a soft, girlish scent entangled with the smell of oil. The familiar aroma was Winry, and he wondered what she wanted as he heard her settle into the chair next to his.

"It's hot," she commented.

"Yep." He nodded slowly.

And suddenly her lips were against his cheek in a swift, modest kiss.

"Oh," he thought to himself. "That's what she wanted."

Fin

Word count: 179

A/N: Somehow this makes me think of the café scene in "If…" though it's not at all like that. Thanks for reading!