WINRY'S POV

I opened my eyes slowly to the sun streaming through the blinds. Reaching above my head, I attempted to stretch my arms and was repaid with a obscene-worthy pain rip through my side.

"Shit...that's right."

I lifted the baggy black shirt slightly that revealed my hapless once white bandages that now were dabbled with red dots from straining. I groaned at the pain and gently spread the shirt back over my stomach and frowned as I thought back to last night. The soaring build up of sexual tension with Edward almost felt surreal...but that was all disrupted when the night ended with my grandmother making him leave the room. Granny...

"Winry, we need to talk...an old friend of mine has become ill and I'll need to go visit them for only a few days. I hate to leave you like this but I can trust that Edward and Alphonse can take care of you. I also trust that Al will be the mature one out of the three of you - so I know the chores will be accomplished before I get back...and that other things will remain in order." Granny stated. I squinted my face in confusion at that last part but decided to brush it off.

"Will your friend be okay?"

"Yes, I believe so. But I'd like to go help watch his two daughters for him. They're young and unable to care for themselves and their mother hasn't been in the picture since they were toddlers. I shouldn't be gone long, depending on his condition."

I watched her take another dose of her pipe and sigh deeply. She picked up Edward's black shirt and delicately slid the shirt over me. My side shot me a warning of pain and I quickly lay my arms back down. Granny had centered her frown at me and I responded with a questioning glance.

"Granny?"

She quickly patted my leg in reassurance and smirked.

"Your father didn't have a stubborn bone in his body. Not a single one. It runs more heavily through the women in our family. You definitely get your spitfire from me, as I did from my own mother - your great grandmother. But the difference for you is that you've met your match with Edward."

"He's a jack ass.." I muttered, causing my tiny framed granny to laugh.

"You really have to wonder how your kids will be like."

"GRANNY?!"

"Oh Winry stop that. It's no secret to anyone the way you two feel about each other. I've known since you were young that Ed liked you. Your mother and Trisha used to poke fun at you two growing up and getting married one day..."

We both sat quietly in sadness, pondering the memories of our lost loved ones. I had wished so much that my parents could have seen me get married...the same with Edward's. I felt my eyes water up at the thought of my father walking me down the aisle and shook my head profusely.

"Aghhh! At least they don't have to see Edward scowling because he thinks weddings are stupid and a waste of money. He's such a jerk that he'd probably have us skip our vows so he could go eat!"

I stuck my nose in the air dramatically. It may have seemed like I was actually worried about this happening, but I really just wanted to lighten the mood for the both of us...even though I wouldn't put it past me for Ed to do something like that either. Granny sighed deeply and shook her head.

"You two are going to put poor Alphonse and I in our graves with the stress you cause." She said, standing up from the bed. I watched as she stretched her arms above her head and heard a sickening crack of her back. "Give Edward a chance. That poor man has been trying to talk to you since he got here and all you've done is avoided it. He's accomplished what he needed to do and he's home now. Now both of you, stop being idiotic and grow up!"

And with that last statement, the door slammed shut and I had stared dumbfounded. She might be a small woman, but her anger created a force so powerful it frightened a large burly man like Mr. Armstrong.

I swung my feet over my bed and attempted to stand, but all it resulted in was my ass hitting the floorboards faster than the speed of light. I screamed and clenched my side.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!"

Leave it to me to do the Edward thing - NOT FOLLOW MEDICAL INSTRUCTIONS. I would surely need my bandages changed now. I immediately heard feet pounding against the floor and in rushed Edward. His hair was disheveled and dripping as he stood before me only clothed in a towel that was wrapped around his waist loosely.

"What the hell are you doing Winry?!" He asked me incredulously. "Are you trying to rip yourself in two?!"

Within seconds he had picked up my sprawled body and carefully stood me upright while continuing to hold onto my arms. Without a second thought, he immediately lifted my shirt to examine my bloody bandages. I squeaked at his bold action and slapped his hand away.

"EDWARD!"

"What?! You act like I haven't seen you without pants on! Since the freaking day I got here you've been parading around in practically nothing!"

I felt my face flush at this statement. True...several occasions had occurred now where he had seen me like this...well I actually had a shirt on this time so I guess that was more than usual.

"STILL!"

"STILL WHAT? LAST NIGHT YOU WERE ALL READY FOR ME TO STAY IN HERE!" He snapped.

I opened my mouth but found no words leaving my lips. I had become so angry that words couldn't do me justice. I darted my eyes and saw my precious wrench laying on top of the dresser. Had granny seen that I had my tools on top of furniture she would have skinned me a new one. The pair of golden eyes seemed to figure out my thoughts as he eyed the wrench and scoffed.

"You reach for that and I leave you tied down for the rest of the day. At least I won't have to worry about you bleeding out."

I narrowed my eyes at his threat. Did he honestly think he could get the better of me? I softened my gaze and sighed inwardly. I decided to go for a more tricky approach with him, since he was at his most distracted point when in an embarrassed state.

"Didn't...you want to stay in here last night?"

His eyes grew wide and a blush spread across his cheeks.

"That...that's besides the point Winry!" He said, turning his head to avert his gaze elsewhere.

I smiled and leaned my face towards his. Now...normally I wouldn't have this much confidence to be so daring. Of course I had been dreaming of the day for Edward to finally return home to me, but in the case of my anger - I'd use anything to get a hold of my wrench and bash his skull in at the moment. I felt my heart racing despite my main ambition of tricking him. All of our irrational lash outs at each other had to be due to a more...deeper personal issue - if you get my drift. I raised my left hand to the side of his face and rather roughly turned his head to face me. I felt his grip on my arms loosen as he started to get caught up in the moment. I let my hand drop down to his chest and felt myself become lightheaded. I noticed that I wasn't close enough to reach for the wrench and decided I would need to be a little more daring.

"I wanted you to stay..." I said with shallow breaths. I buried my face in his neck and felt his entire body tense up. "I've thought about you, you know. When you were gone all these years. I've...thought about you a lot." I smiled and brushed my lips against his skin. This may have been all in cause for the retrieval of my wrench...but I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. "Did you think about me too?"

I heard him gulp as I continued brushing my lips up and down his neck. I couldn't resist the heating passion myself, and before it registered with me I had started trailing kisses near his sharp jawline.

"Winry..." Edward stifled a moan from passing through his lips, but I knew better. I stopped and smiled up at him.

"Did you?"

"Of co-course we thought about you! We missed you and the old hag!"

Just like him to ruin the moment...I rolled my eyes and glared at him, now finding myself forgetting the wrench completely and contemplating punching him square in the mouth.

"You know what I mean!" I snapped.

"How the hell should I know what you mean you crazy woman!" He growled in response. Our moment of passion...once again...being shot right in the face.

"DID. YOU. THINK. ABOUT. ME."

"I. ALREADY. ANSWERED."

"EDWARD! NOT LIKE THAT! IN ANOTHER WAY!"

"WHAT OTHER WAY IS THERE TO THINK!"

"SEXUALLY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I felt the creeping sensation of awkward tension fill the room as fast as my heart stopped beating. I backed away and put my hands over my mouth, my eyes felt like they could pop out of my head. Edward was leaning against the dresser, looking at me with the same big-eyed look of shock. I hadn't even noticed that I had come close enough to grabbing my darling tool due to the banter. Oh had I wished I had it in my hand now. Neither one of us dared to move. I had completely forgotten about my bandaged side and felt that my eyes were stuck on his golden ones. The only noise to be heard were our deep breaths - you would have thought we had ran a marathon by the way our chests were rising and falling. It felt like forever by the time I heard Edward clear his throat.

"I'll be right back, just wait right there."

I watched as he quickly walked out of my room. What?! After all that and he just walks out?! I promised myself that I would kill him if he decided to walk back in. After a minute or two Edward came back into my room with his hair tied back into his usual ponytail while sporting a pair of black pants. Apparently putting on a top was too much of an effort. He set down the medical supplies onto the dresser and turned around to face me, his face still blushing. After a few seconds, Edward quickly moved towards me and swiftly picked me up.

"Edward?!"

"Your bandages need changed." He stated matter of factly as he sat me down on top of my dresser. I watched him reach into his back pocket and pull out a small pocket knife. I jumped at the noise of it flicking open.

"What are you doing?"

"Cutting the shirt off."

"What?! Why?!" I exclaimed, grabbing at his wrist.

"Win...I'll give you another shirt okay? But your side is never going to heal if you keep ripping it open like you've been doing. This is the easiest way. Um...you still have your tube top on from yesterday right?"

I nodded in response. I felt so confused...how did we go from talking about thinking of the other sexually to him being so persistent on making sure my wound healed? Well...I guess it made sense since Edward probably saw it as an escape route, but does that mean he didn't think about me that way?! My thoughts were interrupted at the sound of fabric ripping. I gasped and felt my heart stop. If he didn't classify this as sexual tension then he truly was dense...

I felt his hands rest on my waist as he lowered his head to inspect my wound. I winced as he began to clean it and felt his grip firm to keep me from moving. My body was so confused by the sense of pain and passion at once that I didn't know what to do at that moment. How could he be so dense about sexual attraction!? Or maybe...he wasn't at all. I was so lost in my head that I barely noticed he was almost finished wrapping the white wraps around my waist. He set down the bandages and put his hands on either side of me on the dresser. It was my time to gulp as he stared at me so intensely that I found myself unable to break away from his gaze.

"I did." Edward stated confidently. I could see in his eyes the same desires that were whirling around inside me. I felt my body become hot as I felt his so close to mine. I knew exactly what he meant, but I wanted to hear him say it anyways.

"You did what..." I breathed out. I watched as his eyes dropped down to take in my attire of...well practically nothing, and his eyes snapped back up to mine.

"I...thought about you. Winry, I've wanted to make love to y-"

As soon as he said 'make love' I completely gave into the passion I had been fighting since he had come home. He didn't have a chance to finish before I had captured his lips in a deep frenzy of built up desire. He made a surprised noise as I took out his pony tail and entangled my fingers into his hair. Our lips felt like magnets and I couldn't get enough of kissing him. I had been waiting so long for this moment, so long to kiss him, so long to pour out my feelings that I just couldn't keep to myself anymore. I scooted myself closer to press my need for him into his sensitive area. This created a deep moan to leave Edward's lips. We broke away for air, panting, completely out of breath from the kiss. I reached my hands hastily to undo his pants, but was greeted with the awful surprise of Edward taking hold of my hands to cease the action.

"Whoa whoa wait Winry." He panted. "Just slow down for a sec."

"Why? Edward...I've been waiting for this for so long. I want you to make love to me." I replied. I reached once more to undo his pants to continue our passion, but he backed away.

"Win..your grandmother would kill me."

"She doesn't have to know."

"Oh she would know..." Edward stated flatly.

I rolled my eyes in anger and pulled him into another deep kiss, this time making sure to wrap my legs around his waist to keep him from backing away.

"I want you Edward Elric." I breathed into his ear.

"Winry I promised the old hag I wouldn't do this until I married you!" Edward groaned. "She even said it right in front of Alphonse! If I'm not down those stairs soon he is bound to come up and check on us! And Al already said he would back up Pinako!"

"But..." I said frustrated. We were already at a point where it would be painful to stop...

"You act like I don't want to. Ever since I got here...the things you've been putting me through." He groaned again. "But I want to do this right. You mean so much to me...Winry I lo-"

"EDWARD!"

We both snapped our heads to the door to see a displeased Alphonse who was now shielding his eyes from the scene.

"BROTHER YOU PROMISED AUNTIE! SHE'S GOING TO KILL YOU WHEN SHE GETS BACK!"

"What? No...WAIT AL IT ISN'T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" Edward yelled while backing away from me.

"She's going to be awfully upset with you when I tell her what happened." Alphonse stated matter of factly, shaking his head. "To think she was talking so fondly of you to Eric earlier today while she worked on his automail..."

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT! IF YOU ARE GOING TO YELL AT ANYONE, YELL AT THIS SHE-DEMON SITTING HERE! SHE TRIED TO SEDUCE ME INTO BED WITH HER!"

Any of the desire I felt for the golden-eyed man had vanished within a split second and I growled at him. With everything inside me, I picked up my wrench and hurled it towards his head. Alphonse squeaked at the sickening crack when it collided with his brother's skull as he watched Ed thud to the ground.

"SHE-DEMON MY ASS YOU BASTARD!"

And to think...I truly thought that this was finally going to be the moment where the awkward tension ceased between us.

How was it?! I loved writing this chapter. I'm sorry my updates have gotten slow but I haven't given up on this story! Is anyone else pumped for the live action film? Let me know what you thought in the reviews! Thanks!