"WINRY!" The nerves had attached themselves to his automail and she hadn't warned him like she said she would. He looked up at her with humorous expression of shock and pain spread across his face.
She did her best not to laugh but failed miserably. She was howling now, tears streaming down her face. "Ed—" she breathed. "Can you—not—look at me—" She spun away from the table, hands on her thighs, as she struggled to regain her composure.
A smile gradually spread across his face, still not fully understanding why the look on his face was so funny to her. Her hair cascaded down her back, eyes crinkling, nostrils flaring as the hilarity of the moment shook her body. "Ow, ow, ahah ha, oh my GOD," she continued to laugh, clutching her side. Ed sniggered as she struggled to stop, smiling brighter than before, the pain evaporating at the sound of her sweet laugh. He wished he could hear it every day of his life.
She wiped her eyes, giggles still erupting from time to time. She sighed happily, as she turned back to continue to work on his arm. "That's my exercise for the year," she mumbled, grabbing a screwdriver. Ed stared at her, admiring the way her hair hung over her shoulders, the way her blue eyes sparkled and her face scrunched up when she worked on the more difficult areas of his automail. He appreciated her nimble fingers and her softly calloused hands.
"All done," she breathed, pushing back from the table and wiping her brow with the back of her hand. Ed flexed his fingers, smiling approvingly at the fabulous work she'd done, as always. She stood from her stool, stretching her arms above her head. She turned to him and beamed. "How's it feel, Ed? Is your leg getting stiff, or are you oiling it every day? You know, I have some blueprints here for a modification, if you want." She made her way over to the desk in the corner of the room. "Now where did I put them…"
He smiled at her. "It's perfect, Winry. Don't worry about the blueprints. You can show me later. You've got to be starving. How about I make us some lunch?"
"Remember when you tried to make soup and it ended up being solid and it tasted like a salt lick and I almost threw up?" She shifted through papers in drawers. "There's no way I'm eating anything you're making. I'm not even that hungry." Her stomach growled fiercely, betraying her.
It was Ed's turn to laugh, erupting out of his throat in short bursts, bouncing off the walls and filling the room. "I don't know, Win, you seem pretty hungry to me." He clutched his stomach and hopped off the table, the laughter subsiding. He walked over to her and flung his arm around her shoulders. "I'll make you a sandwich. That's impossible to screw up, right? It's just bread, meat, and cheese. What could go wrong?" He led her towards the stairs.
"Fine," she grumbled. "But if it's mutated in anyway, I'll make sure it's the last thing you ever make with those hands."
He laughed again, pulling her closer.