A/N: FFN is still being weird and not letting me save any changes I make after uploading a document. Sucktastic.
82. More
"Ok, so everyone knows what to do?" asked Ed, looking up from the blueprints of Central and their plans. The assortment of chimeras, rogue officers, and Greed/Ling nodded without a word. Good, thought Ed, since he'd had an aching right hook for whoever disagreed with his plan. "Then we meet back here at sunset."
The group broke up, gradually drifting off to prepare for battle. Ed stayed to roll up the plans and stash the blueprints, but soon found that he wasn't alone.
"Wha'd'ya want, Winry?" he groaned.
She was sitting across the table, gripping a polishing rag, with all her might. Her bottom lip was between her teeth, and starting to turn white. She didn't seem to have heard him.
With a sigh, Ed laid down the rolls of paper and made his way around the table to where Winry sat. He stood in front of her and placed his hands on her shoulders. She jumped at the sudden contact, even though Ed was fairly certain he was being gentle with her.
"Sorry, Ed, I didn't hear you," she replied, still not meeting his eyes.
"What's wrong, Winry?" he asked again, some of the patience leaking out of his question. "You haven't said anything since before the meeting. What's up?"
She looked up at him, her rich blue eyes round, wide and scared. "What about you?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"You said how you're going to get everyone out, and get Al's body, but what about you? How do you get out? For that matter, how are you going to get Al's body?"
When Ed didn't answer right away, Winry visibly snapped. Her eyebrows contracted and she practically ejected out of the chair, the rag flying to the floor.
"You're planning to sacrifice y-mmf!" she shouted- but Ed cut her off with a hand over her mouth. Angry as she was, Winry took the silencing and settled for her meanest glare. When she calmed, Ed took his hand off her mouth.
"It's just a few more limbs-" he started, but Winry smacked him across the face.
"Edward Elric, if you come back needing more automail, I swear I will beat you so hard you forget how to draw a transmutation circle!" she shouted. Both her hand- beating him on his chest- and voice were shaking like mad. "And if you don't come back you know I'll be waiting in hell to nag you all the way down the river Styx!"
Ed smiled, remembering how long ago they'd argued about reckless husbands and nagging wives. He pulled Winry to his chest. "I'll take the beating willingly if Al has a human body," he replied.
Winry glared up at him, but she didn't pull away. "Do you really think Al could live with that?" He feels guilty enough already!" she scolded.
Ed shook his head. "If everything goes right he won't need to feel guilty about anything," he replied. "I just know how wrong things can go," he added.
Winry shook her head and pillowed it on his shoulder. Ed sighed in relief and hugged her tightly, counting this fight as a victory and fully intending to tease her about when he and Al got back.
He really should have known better not to let his guard down. The next thing he knew, Winry's lips were enveloping his, and she was pressing herself against his body in the most enticing way, and her hands suddenly on his bare skin, tracing patterns on his back and sides.
Then it was over, and she was boring into his eyes, her pupils wide but the rest of her face set in stiff sternness.
"If you ever want more of that, you'll come back in one piece if you know what's good for you," she instructed.
Ed stared at her slackjawed, plans gone to the back of his mind. He stroked her face with his flesh hand, knowing that if things did go wrong, he might never get more chances.
A/N: I'll just let your imaginations finish that one ;)