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EDWARD'S POV

"Ughhh..." I groaned, squinting at the blinds that streamed in sunlight. My stomach felt uneasy and my head felt like Winry had been beating on it all night.

"Morning."

The blinds shot up and the sun took it's wrath out on my eyesight. I growled and turned away while grabbing at my head that pounded fiercely.

"What the hell?" I moaned. My eyes adjusted to the lighting of the room and I saw my brother standing at the foot of my bed.

"How are you feeling?" Al asked, looking rather displeased. I looked around the room and down at the sheets that were twisted around my legs. "What the hell am I doing in Winry's bed?" My heart halted in my chest and I choked when my brain started making connections. I heard Alphonse clear his throat and I looked up at him with my eyes widened.

"No Ed, that's not it at all. You brought yourself in here. Do you not remember?" He stated matter of factly.

"I..." Scratching my head, trying to gather my thoughts from last night.

"I told them you didn't drink." Alphonse groaned and flopped himself to sit next to me.

"Stop making the room move!" I protested, grabbing the sides of my head. Despite the empty feeling in my gut I still wanted to throw up.

"Brother. WHAT. DID. YOU. DO?"

"What are you talking about Al? Just come out with it! Why are you acting so pissy with me?"

"Winry is super upset! Like HULK angry upset!"

"Why are you yelling at me about it when I've been in here! How could I have pissed her off!" I said agitated. Why couldn't I remember anything? We heard creaking outside the door. Footsteps. Someone was upstairs. When Winry was angry she made it known by stomping her feet so I made the assumption they belonged to the old hag.

"You really don't remember?"

I shook my head and felt my stomach churn in nausea. Alphonse leaned in closer to my ear and began whispering about the events that took place from the night before.

"Eric helped you walk through the door. You were so intoxicated that you could barely stand. Winry said you guys were close to the pond and she needed help getting you home. She kept apologizing to him for things that were said. I assumed it was from the way you acted at dinner...until you started pointing at Eric and said some ludicrous nonsense about territory." Alphonse whispered. He paused to see if anything was coming back to me - it wasn't. He rolled his eyes. "He offered to help you upstairs to get you to your room - andddd that's when you said the only way he was going to help you was by putting you on Winry's bed."

Alphonse began to pull at his sleeve, clearly uncomfortable with the topic.

"Is that it?" I asked. Sure it was embarrassing and a bit crass but I still didn't see the big deal about it. My younger brother looked at me with disbelief.

"ED. Winry said you told that man you...ugh! That she wanted you to be inside her." Alphonse said. He ran his hands through his hair and grabbed the back of his neck, embarrassed for me.

I felt my jaw drop open and my eyes widen. I stared at him waiting for the hopeful joke to be revealed. But then events from the night came flooding back into my brain. Kissing Winry's neck, her clawing at my back, our breathy moans...my fingers playing with her panties. I looked down at my hand and felt my face grow red.

"You humiliated her brother!"

"What happened after we got home!?" I said, ignoring his statement. "How the hell did I end up in Winry's room after that?!"

"Well, Winry sent Eric home saying that we could get you up the steps. Once he left we stumbled up the stairs with you while you kept rambling something about mosquito bites. When we tried to get you past Winry's room you grabbed onto her doorway and stumbled over to her bed. Once you dropped onto her bed you passed out." Alphonse finished.

"Did...Winry sleep here too?" I asked. Alphonse scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Are you kidding? She wants to kill you. So you better not get in her way today. I don't know what else you did when you went walking with her but whatever it was she is extremely upset." He paused. I could see that he was having an inner debate about something. "What else happened anyways...when you guys were out?"

I made a nervous noise and stared at him. Granted, Alphonse was an adult, but I still saw him as my kid brother and I wasn't so sure how open I wanted to be about my relations with Winry.

"I can't remember." I lied. He stared at me - he didn't buy it.

"Okay. Well I'm going to go downstairs. Just a heads up Eric is coming today. Try not to do anything stupid"

I watched him round the corner and let out a breath I had been holding in, only to feel my heart stop when he popped his head back in the doorway.

"By the way! I did the dishes that YOU were supposed to do! So you better fix things with Winry today or I'll tell Auntie!"

And with that last statement, I heard his shoes clunk down the wooden steps. I groaned and ran a hand through my hair. How was I suppose to fix the mess I made of myself last night? Then it hit me. It wasn't my fault! IT WAS ERICS! I shook my head in agreement with myself. Had he never been there, dinner would have gone the way it usually does! Winry and I would have stayed home and never gone towards the pond and...I groaned again thinking about what my stupid drunk ass had done. I decided to face the music for my actions, kind of, it was more due to my stomach rumbling for food.

I didn't bother slipping clothes on since Winry still needed to work on my leg, so I bounded down the steps in my black boxers. If that guy was going to have his shirt off in front of her so she could work on his arm, then I'd just walk around wearing whatever the hell I pleased! I walked down the hall and passed Alphonse who gave me an incredulous look for my choice of wardrobe. I decided to pull off a confident stature and strode off on my way to the workroom. That confidence came to a halt when I rounded the corner to enter the room to see Winry bent over, angrily looking for tools. But it wasn't her irritable attitude that caught my attention. My eyes had a mind of their own as they scanned up her body. Out of all the times she wore pants, today she thought it best to wear those stupid daisy whatever you call them shorts along with a tube top. Now I normally wouldn't have thought much of this, but she hadn't worn a tube top since we were teenagers and I never remembered her wearing shorts that were smaller than her skirts. I immediately regretted my decision of only wearing my briefs and turned to go put something on when I heard my stomach growl in protest. Before I could dodge out of the way, Winry's wrench went flying my direction and collided with the side of my head. I went flying onto the cold floorboards.

"WINRY?!" I hissed through my teeth, holding my pulsing head and glared her direction. Her cheeks were stained pink as she glared down at me. Without a word she pointed at the chair in the workroom, silently instructing me to go sit in it. I contemplated on whether or not I should make a run for it, but she read my mind and gave me a look, daring me to try.

"Let's just get this over with so I don't have to be in the same room with you any longer." She stated, placing a hand on her hip impatiently. I thought about making some smart comment but decided against it as I had already caused enough damage. I really did want to apologize for the way I acted from last night, but how the hell do you apologize for something like that? I walked over to her work area and sat down, focusing my eyes anywhere in the room but on her.

There was an awkward silence between us as she began to tinker at my leg, muttering about my inability to take care of her work. After a few minutes, I decided to make a brave decision by stealing a glance down at her. Her brows were furrowed in a desperate attempt at concentration, but the deepening blush across her cheeks was proof that her thoughts were also lost in the night's events. I felt my own face get hot and gripped at the arm of the chair. "Think about something else! Think about something else!"

By the grace of whatever forces were out there, we heard Pinako yell from the kitchen about breakfast.

"Good I'm starving." I stated flatly and tried to stand, only to be elbowed in the gut by Winry. I grunted as I lost my ability to breathe and my back thunked against the chair.

"I am working on you right now!" Winry growled, pointing her wrench up at me.

"But, I barely ate last night!" I answered in disbelief.

"That's your own fault!"

"Well maybe if you just kept your hands to yourself I could have finished my dinner!"

Now, I know I'm pretty intelligent. You could quiz me on the science of alchemy and mathematical equations and I can give you the answers within seconds. But with Winry? My mind always drew a blank, and I had a temper when I didn't understand things. Alphonse has always said I was clueless moron when it came to her. I was proving his point every time I opened my mouth lately.

"You have a lot of nerve to be complaining after what you did."

This is it. She is finally going to beat me to death and it's all my fault. And I didn't even get to die on a full stomach. I closed my eyes waiting to hear her grab her trusty wrench so she could bust my head open like a piñata, but nothing came. I opened my eyes in time to see her removing my automail from the port.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"You want breakfast? Go get it on one leg! And you know what! Go without your automail for the rest of the day - NO! Actually! Whenever I decide to give it back to you!"

Winry tossed my leg over her shoulder and began to walk out.

"WINRY! COME ON! LOOK I'M SORRY!"

She paused in the doorway and looked over at me, waiting for me to finish my apology.

"About?" She pried, clearly curious since my pride rarely had me apologizing for anything.

"That...YOU CAN'T KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF ME!" I stuck my nose in the air, proud of my come back. No one was going to keep me from my breakfast and get away with it!

I looked over to see her stomping over towards me with such a tremendous amount of rage in her eyes. I prepared myself in time for the impact as she raised her arm above her head to swing at me with that stupid wrench of hers. I caught her by the wrist before it could collide with my skull, causing Winry to scream obscenities as she attempted to pull her arm free. With her pulling and my grip not budging (for the sake of my life that was at risk) I was able to stand from the chair. My balance was lost without my automail and we went crashing to the ground. Despite her clawing at me with her free hand, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against me in order to keep her body from having the painful impact of the floor.

"LET ME GO! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO STUPID!" She said yanking her arm.

"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO FUCKING VIOLENT! I'LL BE DEAD IF THIS IS HOW MY VISITS KEEP GOING!"

"I DIDN'T ASK YOU TO VISIT! YOU'RE HURTING MY WRIST!"

"DROP YOUR WRENCH THEN!" I growled. Winry reached for the base of my ponytail and began to yank at my hair, throwing my head back. She continued to scream about her wrench. Her legs fell in between my hips and I could feel her kicking at the floorboards in frustration.

"GOD DAMN IT EDWARD WILL YOU FUCKING LET GO!" She yelled. "YOU ARE ACTING LIKE A CHILD!"

"ME?! YOU'RE THE ONE PULLING ON MY HAIR!" I retorted, wincing at the pain.

We continued this charade on the floor until we were panting from the exhaustion. I felt her body relax on top of me and heard the clank of her wrench hitting the floor. She loosened her grip from my hair and let her head fall to rest above my shoulder, her out of breath pants tickling at my ear. I felt her skin against my arm and began to take in the situation...the very physical situation that had our bodies grinding together with little clothes separating us. Winry turned her face into my neck.

"You're a stubborn jack ass." She breathed, her lips brushing against my skin.

I rolled my eyes. Was she serious?! Could she not sense the sexual tension that clearly was building between us? Maybe she could. Maybe she was doing it on purpose. As soon as the thought entered my mind, I felt her body shift as she slid in an upwards motion, reaching for her wrench with her free hand - her breasts centimeters from my face. "She's doing this on fucking purpose..."

"If you hit me with that stupid thing..." I muttered.

"Relax." She sighed, lifting herself up from the entangled mess we had been in. She stretched her arms above her head. "I've had enough of your crap and would rather go do something that doesn't cause my blood to boil."

And with that statement, Winry walked out of the room. I continued to lay there, staring up at the ceiling. My blood was boiling too, but not because I was angry. I could still feel her skin against mine and already missed the sensation of her body. I balled my hands into fists and hit the floor in frustration.

"I need to fix this before we end up killing each other."

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Thank you for reading Chapter 5! I try to update as fast as possible and make sure their aren't errors in my writing. (I'm not perfect though so I'm sure there are a few!) I hope you enjoyed this chapter! :)