She did not even need to wonder anymore if Edward would submit – she knew he would. He was too used to the bridle holding his head down; even when it was off he still bowed to it, a ghost hand on his neck. EdxWinry

In those moments of uncertainty she would simply lie there, head on his shoulder and arms encircling his waist, until their breathing synchronized and he was no longer able to remember what his skin felt like when not pressed to hers. EdWinry.