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A/N: Hello readers one and all! So, this is my newest project. I thought I'd tackle a series of oneshots that prominently feature EdxWin and that revolve around various themes. I'm not going to say it's a response to the 100 Themes challenge since I'll be working with my own themes, but it's along the same idea. Some of the stories will be over-the-top fluff, others will be humorous or angsty, there will both anime and manga oneshots, and if I decide to change my 'T' rating, there might be some smut. I also have no idea how many oneshots will end up in this collection, so bear with me. It will end when it will end.

So, I hope you enjoy the first fic.

Onward!

Possessive

Ed woke up stiff and cranky. His neck was sore, his back muscles burned, his hair was frizzy and knotted and he had the horrible taste of death and cotton in his mouth. He clucked his tongue and smacked his lips a few times, hoping to lessen the tangy staleness that was stuck to the inside of his cheeks and gums, but there was no helping it.

Groaning, Ed rolled over onto his back and reached out with his right arm – his right flesh arm – and was met with cool nothingness. Cracking open one scrutinizing golden eye, Ed noticed that the sheets beside him were rumpled and slept in, but empty. It surprised the eighteen year old to discover that his girlfriend wasn't nestled beside him, obnoxiously hogging the blankets and mumbling in her sleep about bolts and cables. Winry had never been a morning person, not even when they were children. Ed suspected part of the reason she refused to wake was due to her heavily obsessed automail fantasies. Winry lived, breathed and even dreamed automail, letting her profession consume her entirely to the point that, on occasion, it was difficult for Ed not to feel a little jealous towards the metal alloys that Winry loved so much.

Of course, ever since the Promised Day when he had returned Al to his original body and retrieved his own arm and leg, Ed hadn't needed Winry's mechanical services. She was happy to see him whole again, there was no doubt, but she had also confessed that she missed being able to work on him to her heart's content.

Ed's response to that had been to kiss his childhood friend ravenously and remind her that there were other parts of his body that he would happily let her detail, no wrench required.

He grinned cheekily to himself, remembering how Winry had blushed and blustered innocently at his crass comment. Of course, it wasn't too long after that that the two teenagers were testing out Ed's suggestion, discovering that, indeed, there were many parts of Ed's body that Winry could shape and tweak with her talented mechanics fingers. It was always a pleasure to let her 'work' on him, but after two and a half years together, there wasn't much Ed could do to get Winry to blush, especially once she moved in with him three weeks ago.

Deciding to stay with the military after the Promised Day, Ed had been forced to live in the barracks of the new Central military until he was of legal age. Al, once he had recovered his full strength, was requested by Regent Chancellor Olivia Armstrong to serve as an Amestrian emissary to the country of Xing and work out trade negotiations. Major General Roy Mustang had personally requested that Winry Rockbell set up an automail shop in Central, educating young mechanics-in-training and helping to rehabilitate those who had been injured in the battle that pitted human against homunculus. It had nothing to do with keeping the Fullmetal Alchemist from becoming listless and overly foul-tempered at the separation from his younger brother, or so the Major General had insisted with cocky authority.

Ed would never thank Mustang, but he also wouldn't deny that having Winry just a few blocks down from his dormitory was pretty great. He could visit her on his lunch hour and, if given leave by his superior officer (Mustang-the-Bastard, of course) he could spend the weekends with Winry in her little apartment above her shop. It was a pleasant arrangement, but it had its flaws

Being chained to the military, it was often difficult for Ed to get leave to see her, and with Winry's automail quickly becoming one of the most in-demand in the nation, Winry herself had a full schedule to keep before she could make plans with her equally busy boyfriend. What they needed was their own space, and it was with over exaggerated zealousness that Ed had announced one minute after he was a legal adult that he would be moving out of the barracks into his own place.

It was no surprise that he had invited Winry to move in with him.

It was even less of a surprise that they rented a one bedroom apartment.

For the first time in a very long time, Edward Elric could admit to being happy. He had everything he wanted, including his brother's health and the woman he loved in his bed every night. The Fullmetal Alchemist's good humor did not go unnoticed by his peers and friends. Jean Havoc had once griped that Ed was locked in a honeymoon phase with Winry, warning the young man that it wouldn't be long before he and Winry were at each other's throats like usual.

Ed didn't mind.

Winry was sexy when she was pissed off.

Ed smiled, stretching his sore muscles as his mind tried to convince the rest of his body to get out of bed. He sat up and yawned, raising a hand to scratch his face and shuddered to discover stiff little whiskers along his jaw.

There had been a lot of perks to be gained after Al got his body back. For one, Ed began to grow, now at eye level with Mustang. Another had been Ed's rather rapid ascent into manhood, which included broader shoulders, a mature voice, and hair, particularly around his navel and trailing down towards his groin. What Ed could have lived without, however, was the facial hair.

It was bad enough he already looked like his father with his golden eyes and blond hair, but Edward would be damned if he grew a beard! He shaved faithfully twice a day, determined to look as little like Hoenheim as was in his control. Even Winry's suggestions on how the prickly whiskers might be fun in bed couldn't stop Ed from vehemently shaving.

Looking around for the pants that Winry had fervently, and insistently, discarded from him the night before, Ed forced his sore body to carry him off of the bed, pull on the trousers and clomp heavily towards the bathroom. Scratching his bare stomach and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Ed lightly kicked the ajar bathroom door fully open and was greeted with a sight that left him alert and paralyzed.

Winry was standing there, her body wrapped in a crimson towel, her skin damp with water droplets and her long sodden hair falling down her back in thick, dark blond tangles. The steam from the shower she had obviously just taken wrapped around her figure like long caressing fingers. Her left leg was propped up on the porcelain sink which caused the red towel to rise up her hips and barely spare her modesty. That long, elegant leg was lathered in a thick creamy soap from thigh to ankle. There was a glimmer of something in her right hand and Ed watched with wide, surprised eyes as Winry reached out and ran the sharp, shiny blade along her flesh.

"Winry! That's my razor!" Ed hollered.

Startled, Winry bit back a screech and pulled the straight razor away from her leg, throwing Ed an irritated glower.

"You almost made me cut myself!" she yelled.

"Winry. That's-my-razor!" Ed stressed seriously, stomping into the bathroom.

"I know." she answered as if the matter was trivial.

Oh, how wrong she was.

"Why are you using my razor to shave your legs?"

"Mine's finished." Winry said easily as she resumed shaving her leg, wiping the excess soap from the blade onto the towel around her body. "I forgot to pick up a new one on the way home from work yesterday."

"So you decided that it was OK to use mine instead?"

"Yeah."

"Winry." Ed growled again, pinching the bridge of his nose as he attempted to keep his cool. The girl was not getting it, most likely being purposely difficult just to get on his nerves. "That is a straight razor. It's for shaving a man's face, not for pruning your chicken legs."

"What's your problem?" Winry demanded.

"You don't just up and use a man's razor to shave your legs!" Ed exclaimed.

"And why not?"

"It ruins the blade! Look!" Ed swiped the razor from Winry's hand, wiping the excess soap on his pants so that he could better examine the blade. "It's useless now." he groaned.

"It is not!" Winry shot back, unable to see the imperfections that Ed was insisting were there. It still looked as sharp to her as it had before.

"It couldn't cut soft butter now. You've ruined it."

"There's nothing wrong with it." Winry said as she swiped the razor back from her boyfriend. "Why are you over exaggerating? I haven't seen you this irritable since the last time Major General Mustang called you a shrimp."

"It was my razor." Ed lamented.

"Oh, stop being so possessive, especially over something so petty. We live together now, Ed, that means we have to start sharing."

"But Win…"

"Stop being a baby and learn to share!"

"Fine!"

Using his hip to butt Winry out of the way, Ed stood in front of the sink, ignoring his girlfriend's protests as she regained her balance from having her leg pushed out of the way.

"What are you doing?"

Ed didn't answer for a moment, opening the medicine cabinet with swift force and rummaging through the contents. Winry tried to look around his body to see what he was up to, but Ed would have none of that, using his broad back to keep her view blocked. Finding what he was searching for, Ed's golden eyes lit up dangerously.

He was going to teach Winry a lesson in sharing, and if the evil little smirk he had plastered on his face was any indication, the young woman wasn't going to like it.

Quickly doing what he had to, Ed turned around, a proud smirk on his face as he wiggled the object that was snuggly in his mouth between his teeth.

"Ed! That's gross!" Winry cried, horrified at what she was seeing.

"Why?" Ed asked childishly.

"Because that's my toothbrush!"

Ed just chuckled and proceeded to vigorously scrub his teeth with the blue toothbrush that did indeed belong to Winry.

"Stop it!" Winry demanded, making a grab for her toothbrush only to have Ed evade her, his self-righteous chuckling echoing off the tile walls.

"Don't be so possessive." Ed mocked. "You need to learn to share."

"Edward! My toothbrush and your razor are two totally different things."

"How so?"

"Because!" Winry growled as she made another failed attempt to salvage her toothbrush from between Ed's lips.

"Stop being a baby." Ed chirped. He could see the fire behind Winry's clear blue eyes and it only encouraged him to further press her buttons. "Relax, Win, it's only a stupid toothbrush. Besides, it's not like you don't know where my mouth's been."

He easily ducked and avoided the razor that Winry threw at him with deadly accuracy, but the Fullmetal Alchemist wasn't agile enough to avoid the bar of soap that was thrown at him, hitting his left eye perfectly.

Cursing, Ed tripped over the floor mat and fell into the bathtub in an ungraceful heap. Pressing the heel of his left palm into his stinging eye, Ed shot Winry a defiant glance, only to cower under her scathing glare. That overwhelmingly ferocious look promised the young man that if he was lucky enough not to be forced to sleep on the couch, it would be quite a while before he would be getting laid again by his girlfriend.

She was furious!

Still, as Ed grumbled and cursed, he couldn't help but notice the adorable shade of blotchy fuchsia Winry's face had turned. Seeing her so thoroughly embarrassed, Ed had to smile even as Winry stomped out of the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

Ed sighed.

The honeymoon was now well and truly over, but at least Ed hadn't lost his talent for making Winry blush.

So, I guess Winry learned that there are some things you just don't share.

This was just a bit of insanity that sprung from my mind as I was contemplating a possible post-manga fic. I actually think Ed and Winry would be pretty cute and domestic if they lived together.

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Hugs and best wishes!

Giant Nickel