A/N: More follow-up, because 94 was too much fun to leave at that. If "Inevitable Conclusions" (where I put all the strong T to M-rated drabbles) isn't your style, well, I'm sure you can figure out what just happened.

Also, a huge, gigantic thank you to all of you who have reviewed. Things have been a little crazy at work (with no signs of stopping), so I don't have time to reply to all of you individually, but I really appreciate the feedback, and I'm glad you've been enjoying the stories!

96. Secret

Ed had never in his life felt more satisfied and sated than he did at that moment. After they'd moved from the worktable to her room, things hadn't taken long to progress. Sure, it had been awkward at first, and he was pretty sure Winry had been lying when she'd said it didn't hurt at all, but she'd felt like heaven to him. After the second time (during which he'd made sure she was enjoying herself), Winry had curled into his side with a sated smile of her own. Ed ran his fingers through her hair as she rested her head on his flesh shoulder.

"Mmm, that feels nice, she moaned into his neck.

Ed chuckled and mussed her hair. "Morning, sleepy-head," he said softly in her ear.

"How long was I asleep?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Not long, about twenty minutes," he replied, and he brought his hand up to stroke her cheek. Winry leaned up and kissed the sensitive spot she'd found on his neck, earning a moan.

Things were surely leading to a mind-blowing third time- until the sound of a rickety cart could be heard approaching the house. Ed didn't seem to care and turned his mouth's attention elsewhere, but Winry froze as soon as the sound reached her ears. He asked what was wrong, and she didn't respond at first. He asked again, fully intending to make her forget about whatever was bothering her, but she shook her head and pushed him away.

"Someone's coming," she said.

Ed wasn't fazed, and ran his left hand down her front. "So?" he asked as he brushed over a most-sensitive spot. Winry responded reflexively, but still fought to keep her head.

"It's probably Granny," she explained.

Possessed with a vision of Granny whacking him between the legs with a tool larger than she was, Ed froze with a look of panic on his face. "Shit!" he shouted as he vaulted off the bed. Winry threw his boxers at him as she pulled her top on.

"Where are my pants?" she hissed. Ed threw a pair at her and she pulled them on as they raced back to the workshop.

"Lecture me about something; she'll stay away if we're arguing," Ed whispered as the front door slammed. Winry nodded and took a deep breath.

"Edward Elric, what did you do? Take on an army? How the hell did you get your hand backwards if you couldn't use Alchemy?"

"I told you, the Gate-"

"This is why I told you to stop making it into a blade!" she shouted. "I'm surprised you didn't take your head off with that thing!"

"Geez, woman, talk about overboard," he groaned. Winry was about to continue her tirade-act, but Granny peeked around the door-frame.

"Still shouting, huh?" she said. "You're usually working on the new pieces by now."

Winry gulped rather loudly. "But Granny, have you seen what he-"

"Give it up, kid; your secret's out," said the old woman.

Ed gaped at her. "Huh?"

Granny glared at him. "She's wearing your pants, pipsqueak," she said, and that was the last thing he remembered before the searing, burning, Gate-trumping pain in his groin.

"YOU OLD HAG! DON'T YOU WANT GREAT-GRANDCHILDREN?"