D a n g e r o u s.

The idiot had broken his automail again. How many times was this now? Fifty? Sixty? Maybe she could keep a chart or something...

Winry was lying on the couch, one hand behind her head and the other resting on her bare stomach. Her blonde hair was let loose, spilling over her exposed shoulders, a few strands just touching the top of her black tube top. No blue eyes were visible as her eyelids were down, eyes closed as she rested after the several all-nighters she'd pulled to make a new arm for a certain automail patient of hers.

This certain patient had just walked in, hands in the pockets of his black trousers as he walked along, staring at the wooden floor boredly. It was hot outside, so he was wearing his black tank-top, leaving behind his usual red coat and black jacket. Lifting his head up to cast a look around the room, his eyes rested on the girl lying on the couch, registering the tiny smile that had entered her expression. Slowly, he began to walk towards her, his own lips now curving upwards too.

Struggling with herself, Winry forced her mouth not to smile as she heard heavy footsteps creaking towards her. She'd recognise those footsteps anywhere; along with the soft breathing she could hear as he came closer, she knew what was coming.
Or did she?

Her eyes almost opened themselves in surprise as she felt a weight on top of her, but she kept them closed, biting her lip to stop her lips from smiling wider. Feeling a warm hand brush her slightly pink cheek, she pretended to frown, adding a tone of fake suspicion into her voice;

"Have you been doing something dangerous again?"

A small chuckle made her insides squirm, and the mechanic found herself rising upwards as a hand snaked round her back, his palm pushing her upwards towards him.

"No," Ed replied, grinning and adding before he kissed her; "But I'm about to."