Today, Edward was sleeping in and nothing could stop him. For the past 3 months he had risen with the sun to ensure that every ounce of the day was used for work, Winry, Maes, or household chores. Not today. Today, even though the sun was up and blaring it's gaseous lights down on the earth, warming the plants – providing energy for all the growing life, Edward was still wrapped in the cozy warmth of his duvet comforter, refusing to open his eyes.

Ed would just have to trust that Alphonse and Mei could handle the day's tasks and that Winry would rise to care for toddler Maes, who now was walking, or waddling, through the house like a chibi tornado. His body would not move an inch; it had transmuted itself into heavy cement and weighted down the bed like a stone.

Yes. Today was his day to relax and sleep as long as he wanted.

He dozed for a few moments, half way waking just to tell himself he could go back to sleep. He stretched out on his back, letting his arms rest behind his head. He was glad Winry talked him into buying a more expensive bed. Man, was it comfy.

Today was his day. Yes. He had given his all for 90 days, and according to Equivalent Exchange…

Soft, ghostly hands caressed the toned muscles of his arms and shoulders – they trailed a path from collarbone to wrist, and back up again.

What do we have here? Do I get to have my cake and eat it to?

Still, Edward did not open his eyes. He let the feathery fingers dance across his belly, softly curling the short hairs that trailed from navel to shorts. The pressed slightly into the flesh of his hips and turned to caress the round bulge of his thighs and back to his arms.

Edward willed the hands to return to the thighs, but rather than caress the source of his building arousal, they pressed and worshiped the skin of his elbows, pectorals, arms. The lightly lifted both hands and the two pairs kissed like star crossed lovers.

Still he did not open his eyes.

The hands suddenly lifted his own upwards and out and in a moment, Edward realized.

He had suddenly been restrained.

Edward's eyes finally shot open in wide amazement. His wife stooped over him, completely naked, her hair down washing the skin of her back like a rain of yellow honey. For a moment, no sound came out of Ed's mouth. He was too shocked. She had somehow managed to handcuff his hands to the posts of his bed.

"uh…Winry?" He finally managed, eyes blinking in stunned amazement.

She put her finger to her lips in a sign of "be quiet" and stood on he bed over him. Edward could see everything – the soft moist cavern between her legs, the goose pumps on her belly, the plentiful bounce of both breasts. Never had she done this before…and the look on her face was dangerous. Edward found every ounce of blood in his skin racing to his penis.

"What are you…"

"I said, be quiet, Ed." She said flatly. "Today is for you."

She lowered herself and straddled his legs. Leaning down, she brought her cherry pink lips down and licked the skin of his hips, and traced the bony lines of his pelvis. She laid light feather kisses on his navel. She blew hot steamy air on his dick.

He was trembling all over. Watching her with shaky exhales peppering the room. What had gotten into her? Now that he was restrained, he had a violent urge to touch her – to lay his hands all over her. His aggression and frustration just made him more turned on.

After a few teasing licks and nips, Winry finally took the monolith of skin and tissue into her mouth – his monstrous member pulsed and throbbed as she gently sucked and taunted. She locked eyes with his. Blue teasing Gold. He grunted.

"I don't like this. Want to touch you." He gasped against the unsympathetic air. She ignored him and continued her ministrations.

He tried to kick a leg out, but her whole center of gravity was fixated on keeping him pinned. She brought one hand to cup his balls, the other reach out and pinched his right nipple.

"AHH! OH, FUCK." He yelled, pleasure indescribable. He hoped his son was NOT nearby, he had taken to repeating everything his father said these days.

She continued on, taking her time. It felt unbelievable, and his heart was thumping alarmingly hard and fast against the cave of his chest. He was so close to coming, but so frustrated that he couldn't reach out and grab her, that he never quite got there. Moans and please for release fell on very deaf ears.

She raised up, licked her lips and winked. She let her hands continue their exploration of his body, looking down on him with every ounce of lust Edward had pulsating through his veins. Perhaps, for her, this was an equal torture – Winry liked to be touched, to be held, and to not allow him release extended the thrill for her just as much as it did for him.

She raised her body up. She raised it back down, and took all of her husband's length into her body. His back arched, he cried out in a desperate plea. "Please." "Please, Winry."

This was too good to quit now. Slowly she rocked, as gentle and as deliberate as an autumn morning. All he could do was helplessly watch and feel the tension grow inside of him. The feeling of her enclosing his member was explosive – she was so tight, so mercilessly tight – and he felt every flutter of her inner muscles, every clench of her domination. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. He physically pulled at his bonds, straining against the cold metal.

"Please. Please let me touch you." He cried as her rocking rhythm accelerated. She put both her hands flat on his stomach to better support herself. She bounced, her hair slowly moistening with sweat. She let out a long growl and moan, her head falling back.

This was ridiculous. This was worse than any other torture he had ever endured, and he had gone through a lot in his life.

"Winry! Let me touch you!" He yelled, jerking his whole body upwards in an attempt to break the handcuff chains. "Please!"

She finally relented. Reaching forward she pulled the key out form under her pillow – and released. Him.

He smacked her ass with both hands, pushing her hips down onto him as roughly as he could without bruising the skin. In an instant he had her pinned and growled something fearsome. Reentering her, he took her face in his hands and planted a rough kiss that turned into a bite on her lips and thrust into her at a pace that was desperate, heated, fast and rough. They both let out a scream of pleasure and relief, now able to truly embrace each other fully, here at the end.

It only took a few minutes, they were both so turned on and the came in unison – their thrusting halting in a deafening moment of rage.

Edward collapsed onto his wife, breathing – no wheezing, as hard as if he had ran a marathon, battled Pride the Indolent, or swam the length of an Ocean.

"Wahh….Wahh…WHY did you do that to me." He moaned against her shoulder, slightly turning his head to look her straight in the face. Winry had a light sheen of sweat that decorated her face, and her breast heaved as she sucked in all the air she could in gulps.

"Because, stupid. It's your birthday."

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8 weeks later, Winry found herself back in a very familiar spot. Edward had taken Maes to the watering hole for his very first swimming lesson with his Uncle Alphonse. She and Mei had been chatting in the kitchen over tea, discussing the approaching arrival of the Academy's students only 3 weeks away. The nausea swept over her like a phantom and settled in the center of her throat. She rushed to the toilet and let out a bountiful amount of vomit.

She had felt this feeling before. He hand went instantly to her belly in a protective gesture.

"Again?" she wondered aloud.