Draped in Wires
by. Poisoned Scarlet
Theme 010: Some Luck
He would swear he totally forgot and it wasn't his fault.
No mater how insulting or eye-rolling it sounded, he swore he had completely forgotten Winry was a girl for a split second.
It wasn't that she lacked feminine attributes – far from it, she had too many – but that still didn't mean some things slipped his mind when he was immersed in a biographical overview of the most prominent alchemical geniuses from the seventeen hundreds.
He would blame Al.
He had been the one who had bought the book and handed it to him after he had read it himself. Alphonse knew how focused and dazed he became when he read a book, especially one as interesting as that one, and he should have known better than to give it to him just as Winry had stepped into the shower to commence her daily bath.
He had read over a few parts and decided it would be best to highlight a few things for further investigation so he had stood up, nose still in book, and walked up the stairs without any trouble. The first thing that should have tipped him off to turn around while he had the chance was the creak of faucets turning and the rustle of clothing as he reached upstairs and paused for a moment, reading a paragraph before continuing to his room.
He had gotten out some highlighters and a bookmark from his drawer, stumbling back out into the hall with his eyes racing across the pages. But he had dropped a highlighter in his daze, causing him to briefly detach his eyes from the black text below and to the floor, where the highlighter rolled underneath some furniture.
He'd scowled, kneeling to retrieve the fallen highlighter and continue his life when the door clicked open. He looked up, expecting to see Winry wielding some death-trap of a tool, and instead got something much better.
She had been grabbing her lush locks of sunny blonde hair in one hand, holding the towel to her curvacious body with the other. She looked tired, from the faint hints of bags under her eyes, but relaxed and at ease. He was still on all fours on the ground, staring at her as she let her hair fall down her back.
Now, it wasn't that he wasn't used to seeing Winry in a towel. Despite common thought, it was normal for them to see each other in towels briefly. He had grown up with her and she him so it wasn't anything new nor anything that really caught his interest unless he was looking for some stimulation and he stared at her legs or something.
But this time had been different.
When she had let go of her hair, some of the tresses had stuck to her face and she had frowned in annoyance; trying push the matted hair off her face. In those moments, the towel had hinged to the side, exposing...herself to him.
He never felt more embarrassed or lucky than in those brief seconds he stared at the wonderful body of Winry Rockbell.
She'd covered herself up quickly, of course, but it was too late; he was Edward Elric, boy genius who could memorize a whole page of information with a single glance at it. Needless to say, he was eternally grateful for his amazing memory because he remembered every single curve, every single slope, every single perfection that began from around the top of her perked breasts to the shapely legs that made him drool if he wasn't careful.
It was a shame he had his hand on the cylindrical highlighter and he rolled forward, hitting his chin against the hardwood floor and eliciting a horrified gasp from Winry, who flashed wide eyes to Ed and tightened her hold in the towel.
"E-ED!" she had squeaked. "What the—how long have you been there?"
Crap..caught in the act, he swore inwardly, mind racing to make up an excuse. "U-uh, I-I, uh, just got here actually!" He rose his highlighter, nervous grin growing more anxious with every second her sharp blue eyes glared him down. "I swear I didn't see anything!" he blurted.
Under such pressurized circumstances, he would admit he sucked at lying.
Her eyes became wider. "Y-you—you SAW?" she screeched, holding the towel closer to her tempting body. "Edward!"
"NO!"
She glared.
"...Maybe."
He didn't knew where she got it from but he assumed she had been holding that damn thing all along but he had been too entranced by her body to notice. Book forgotten and highlighter both a lucky charm and a death warrant, Edward had dodged a swing of her preferred tool-of-punishment and scrambled past her, leaping over the banister and making a mad dash for the front door, feeling like both the luckiest and unluckiest man on the face of the earth because the instant he got back from the safety of outside, he had been ambushed by a torque wrench in hopes of getting amnesia, from what she had told Al when he screamed for his fallen and bleeding sibling.
And he'd personally tell you that hurt more than her normal wrench.