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A/N: I have no idea really where
this idea came from. It�s more a lime then anything else and barely a lime at
that but it might get that lemon fresh taste in about a chapter or so.

Enjoy! (Keep in mind this is not
supposed to be a magnum opus of any sort. This is fan fiction, not the Iliad.
Thank you.)

Disclaimer: The following applies to any and all following chapters! I do not own not do I make any money off of any of the FullMetal Alchemist characters nor do i own the FMA plotline! (There's be a whole lot more of those sexy Ed-in-shower bits. ::sigh:: I love being a fangirl. When else can you admit you like looking at a built 15 year old? hehehe....! Not that i'm much older then that but i am legal so it's still a bit perverted. Oh well. Perversion abound in this world and mine is a thing for an animated blonde midget with a god complex.)

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*Edward�s
POV*

Edward Elric
was absolutely terrified. Stating that he was on edge was euphemism of the
highest order. Saying he was a hair away from screaming was a much more accurate
statement.

Oh
man, she�s going to kill me, he mentally groaned. Flopping back onto the
chair, Ed contemplated running before she and her inevitable wrench came into
Central.

�It won�t be that bad,� comforted
Al. �Your arm is only busted up a little bit.�

Edward shot his brother a cold
glare. �It�s the third time in six months. She�s going to act like a rabid dog
over this.�

Al considered Winry�s
sizeable temper for a moment. �True�� he agreed reluctantly.

From the courtyard below, the
sounds of a car door slamming and the thunk of a
metal tool box hitting the ground could be heard.

Peering out the window, Ed spotted the
mechanical genius herself stalking toward the entrance of the entrance of the
hospital. With a glare in her eyes and a scowl on her face, she sent the guard
scurrying out of her way with one angry look. A thirty pound tool box was
effortlessly clutched in one hand like a purse and the other hand was fisted in
annoyance.

Turning back to his brother, Ed
groaned. �I�d like my epitaph to read: He was a nice guy but his mechanic was a
psychopath.�

Al rolled his eyes. �Like anyone would believe that. Besides, it�s not like a
little arm tuning is going to kill you.�

If
only I was nervous about the tuning. It�s what goes on during the tuning that�s
going to kill me. Ed enviously eyed his brothers
metal body. It was so sleek and so empty of hormones� Damn
it, he doesn�t even know how lucky he is. The only time a girl is interesting
to him is when she reminds him of mom.

�Edward!� came
a roar from the hallway.

The FullMetal
alchemist eyed the distance from the window to the grass below. He could make
it. Maybe. Probably not worth the risk.

�Ed! Answer me damn it!� Boots
thumped on the floor as Winry stomped toward the door.

Then
again, life itself is a risk�

The door was flung open and Winry
stood there heaving for breath. Immediately, a wrench flew through the air and
landed with unnerving accuracy on Ed�s forehead. The diminutive alchemist flew
backward off his seat and landed with a thump on the floor.

�ARGH!� Ed
howled, grabbing at his bleeding forehead. �You deranged lunatic! What the hell
was that for?!?�

Sniffing imperiously, Winry mutely
pointed at the damaged elbow socket of Ed�s automail. �My creation was ruined again. I swear, if I had known you were going to be so
reckless, I wouldn�t have given you automail!�

�Liar.�

�Break it one more time and see
what a liar I am!� Winry threatened.

With hidden relief Edward saw that
Winry was dressed relatively conservative today. A shirt and jacket
as usual but wearing pants that ended just before her ankles. Billowy
and black, the odd pants almost resembled a skirt and for the independent
mechanic, this was a true bow to propriety.

At
least it�s not that purple jumpsuit with just her tube bra on, Edward
thought. He was thankful that the torture wouldn�t be as excruciating today but
at the same time it was disappointment. A guy would have to be dead not to
appreciate the enticing view that was Winry topless.

�Hello? Earth to
Ed!� Winry called, waving a hand
in front of his face.

�Oh. Sorry.�

Shaking her head, Winry held out a
hand to help her childhood friend up.

Resigned to the inevitable, Ed
accepted her hand and suffered silently through the painful spark of lightening
that shot through his entire body. The sensation of Winry�s
smooth palm in his, the feeling of his fingers engulfing hers, her pulse point
under his touch all made the blood in his veins stir and thicken.

The only physical indication of
this lust was a tightening of his lips.

As he clambered to his feet, Winry
greeted Alphonse with a sweet smile.

�How are you Al?�

�I�m all right. How�s Auntie Pinako?� Al asked.

�She�s good. Guess who got a new
sheep dog?�

Al and Winry continued talking
about the going and comings of Rizenpool, chatting as
the threesome walked from the public officer�s hall to a private room where the
mechanic could set up her station to fix Ed�s automail. Reaching the room,
Winry set up her stool and arranged her tool set. Already knowing the drill, Ed
silently stripped off his shirt and waited for his own personal endurance trial
to begin.

�Well, I can�t work with you in a
chair dumb-ass,� Winry chided. �Get up onto the desk.�

�It was nice of the Colonel to lend
you his office,� Al said.

Ed looked around and grimaced.
�Don�t remind me,� the blonde alchemist snorted. �He�s going to ask for some
extravagant favor from this. It�s what he does. Nothing is done without some
string attached.� Ed hopped up onto the desk and reclined on his arms. �But at
least my ass is on his desk and he can�t say a word. Maybe I should pee on it
or something��

Winry rolled her eyes. �Yes because
that�s having a mature attitude.�

�You don�t work with the
sanctimonious bastard,� Ed retorted. He scowled and clenched his human fist. �I
can�t even begin to tell you-�

�Good. Don�t. I�m not interested,�
Winry interrupted. She cleared her throat. �Now, if you�re a really good boy
and sit still for once, I�ll get some oil on this expensive mahogany desk.�

Ed flashed his beloved mechanic a
wide grin that crinkled his nose and flashed all his teeth. �You�re the
greatest!� he said with a laugh. �What did I do to get such a nice favor?�

Winry was silent as she adjusted
the knobs on some tools and fixed a lever on another. �Nothing.
I�m just a sweet girl,� she said finally.

�Not in this lifetime,� Ed teased,
hoping to anything that was listening that Winry was not about to do what he
thought she was. Winry shrugged out her jacket, leaving her in a t-shirt and
then slipped out of the pants.

�Uh, what are you doing?� Al asked Winry in
shock. �Why are you taking off your pants??�

Ed would have also commented but
felt as if he had swallowed his tongue.

Why
am I always right about the wrong things?? he
pondered as his eyes devoured the nearly naked girl. With an entirely mental moan
of delight, Ed watched as Winry�s long white legs
were revealed, covered only by a pair of tight cotton shorts that barely
covered the essentials.

�Because its
more comfortable this way for me,� she absently answered, already diving into
that zone where the metal only mattered.

Al shot Edward a confused look and
all Fullmetal could was shrug helplessly.

If
Al thinks I�m complaining about Winry being almost naked, he can think again!
Ed knew he was going to be very uncomfortable in about three minutes (hell, three seconds he admitted to
himself in a moment of honesty) but it was worth it. The view was too appealing
and later tonight would fuel an imagination that needed no help.

Satisfied, Winry pulled up a chair
and waited.

�I�m going to go see if I can get
you guys some lunch,� Al said, metal body clanking as he walked to the door. Ed
shot his brother a silent thank you. He knew Al wouldn�t be back until he was
positive the repair was over. Only Al
understands how uncomfortable I am getting myself fixed in public. Others might
know but Al understands.

Sometimes at night when he was
lying awake, Ed would attempt to analyze what it was about someone seeing a
repair made him so embarrassed and miserable. In the end he would always reach
the same conclusion: he had a god complex and hated others seeing him weak. It
was either that or the fact that these moments of being fixed were between him
and Winry alone and thus were special and meant for them alone.

My
screwed up interpretation of a date, he mused. He preferred to think he
wasn�t that pathetic and just chose the first option.

In the little room where Ed and
Winry sat, it was quiet as each concentrated on the task ahead. Eyebrows
furrowed in concentration, Winry turned a few hidden valves and shut off the
oil flow in the broken appendage. Checking that the electric power was off,
Winry first did a thorough inspection of unbroken bits. Moving
each finger, examining the wiring in the wrist and, skipping the elbow, inspecting
the essential shoulder joint.

�Everything is in working order,�
she announced. �Now to the tough part.�

Ed listened with only half an ear
as he noticed that through her white tank top, he could see a bit of Winry�s bra. It was a fascinating sight�

Carefully disengaging the arm
entirely, Winry scooted closer.

As his arm sagged unnaturally, Ed
was gratefully distracted from his abnormality by the view of Winry�s breasts moving underneath her shirt as she shifted.

��So what
happened?� Winry asked quietly. Ed looked away.

�Usual.�

Winry didn�t even look up. �Fine. Don�t tell me.�

�I�m not.�

Silence.

Suddenly, Winry sat up with a
curse. �What the hell have you been doing
to this arm?� she whispered threateningly.

�Uh�..,�
Ed mumbled as he tried to think of an excuse or an explanation.

�There�s a bad upper ball joint so
your brakes are stilted! The fuel filter is clogged and the suspension is out
of wack! Again!� Winry
shouted, waving a screwdriver in frustration.

�Um�.�

�And how the hell did you manage to
flatten a lug nut?!? They�re made out of magnesium alloy! I don�t even want to
know how you destroyed these coilovers! Do you know
what these coilovers are??� the mechanic demanded
furiously.

�Actually-,� began Edward.

�These
are Apexi N-1 Damper coilovers!�
Winry continued, ignoring Ed�s lame attempts at exoneration. �Apexi coilovers are used in race
cars Ed! How come you ruin these but race cars don�t!?�

�Stop
treating me like a car and maybe I wouldn�t ruin it,
huh? Didn�t think of that did you??� Ed shouted, temper flaring as Winry�s
scolding went overlong.

�Of
course I don�t think you�re on par with a race car!� Winry shouted back.

It took
a few seconds for the insult to penetrate. �Hey!!!� came
the protest.

�Shut
up and let me work,� Winry snapped. She heaved a sigh and looked up at her
dismantled friend. �I don�t think I can fix all this now�I don�t even have the
right parts!� Rubbing her head, Winry sat for a moment, debating what to do. �I
only have a day here so whatever I�ve got is going to have to do,� she decided
out loud.

�That�s
fine,� Ed replied. �Just get fixing. I have stuff to do.�

The
glare she sent him was painful but not nearly as much as the screwdriver hilt
Winry slammed into his human knee.

�DAMN
IT!!!� Ed howled. �ABUSIVE MECHANIC FREAK!!!�

�Shortie,� Winry retorted.

Ed
growled but said nothing more. Well, at
least now I won�t be able to concentrate on her being so close. My entire body
hurts� Ed groused mentally.

In her
chair, Winry shifted and tried to reach a certain part in the shattered elbow.
Sighing in irritation, she tried to go around the arm circumference but to no
avail. �Damn it,� she mumbled as she moved around, her entire upper body on
Edward�s knee as she tried to reach the under-elbow joint. Ed hoped she didn�t
notice how hard he was sweating or how his knee kept jerking in reaction to
her. Winry sighed in irritation as no positions were working.

�I
can�t get to it,� she muttered. �This is a quickie fix so I don�t want you to take off
the arm entirely�� she mused out loud. �But how to reach there�?� Leaning back,
she examined the elbow and came to a typically fast decision. �Since you can�t hold your arm up and I can�t
reach like this,� Winry announced, �I have to sit on your lap. Move back a
little.�

�Oh oka-what?!??!� Ed wheezed in horror. �No way!� Is this some
sort of sick joke??

�Too
bad,� Winry said and, with no other warning, easily sat astride Edward.

All the
air in his lungs backed up at once and Ed felt the tongue he had swallowed
earlier go further down his throat. Oh
shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!!!!! he
thought in desolation as all his theories and plans for avoiding moments like
these came crashing down around his very happy lap. There was no way he was
going to survive this. He just knew it.

He
closed his eyes in desperation. The scent of Winry�s
hair was an odd combination of grease, metal and lilies; it drifted toward him
in wafts and surges. Though to some it may have been distasteful, for Ed it had
been the scent of sex for as long as he could recall.

Lily white legs, delicate yet
strong, were braced on either side of his hips. By merely shifting his eyes a
fraction, Edward gained a full look at Winry�s
impressive lower limbs. Her ankles were slender, the calves shapely, her thighs
were a wonder of femininity and her ass was round and beautiful.

Great, she�s devised a whole new way to make me regret
ruining my arm, he thought as he tried
to will his penis into submission. I
never thought I�d miss that damn wrench!

Breathing heavier then he would
have liked and knowing that his cheeks were tinged red, Edward began to
mentally tally up the periodic table of elements.

Hydrogen:
symbol H, atomic number one and atomic weight of 1.00794 (7). Helium: symbol
He, atomic number two and an atomic weight of 4.002602 (2). Lithium: symbol Li,
atomic number three and atomic weight of 6.941 (2). Berilium-
OH SHIT!

Ed�s mental processes died a quick
death as Winry shifted on his lap and rose up to manipulate a certain gear. As
she met her goal and worked industriously, her soft, pert breasts pressed into
Ed�s chest and the alchemist dazedly wondered what berilium
was and why it was important. Winry�s hand moved over
the handle of her screwdriver and twisted it, her chest tightly moved across Edward�s
and he could not help the groan that escaped.

�Ed?� Winry asked quickly, pulling
away. �Are you alright?�

Resisting the urge to yank her closer
and kiss her senseless, Ed smiled tightly. �Fine.�

�You don�t look fine.�

�I�m fine. I swear. Keep fixing.
Get this over with.�

Winry looked offended and huffed to
herself. �Fine. Snap at me,� she grumbled, twisting a
screw a little tighter then necessary.

�Ow,� he
winced.

�You�re such a baby, I swear! It�s
the most ridiculous thing,� Winry scoffed.

�This arm happens to be connected
to my arm nerves,� Ed sulked, turned on by his oldest friend and hating it.

Winry heaved a sigh, her nipples brushing
against Ed�s chest and her hair swinging into his face.

Think
science! He commanded himself as his dick surged and pulsed under Winry.
The alchemist tried to push his hips down into the desk, tried to minimize
contact but there was only so far he could go. Hoping that Winry was a lot less
worldly then he imagined, Ed attempted to convince himself that if she felt an
odd hardness poking her in the ass, she wouldn�t know what it was.

Winry sat down and her inner thighs
and most private area were plastered against Ed�s thighs and lap. She squirmed
as her hands deftly manipulated a gear. She hummed a happy tune, happy to be
fixing and tinkering.

Ed had a sinking sensation that if
Winry kept moving like she was, he was going to get a nosebleed. He could
already see it. Edward Elric, famed alchemist of the
people, falling backward and dying of blood loss from his nose as his sexy
mechanic ignored him and fixed his automail.

The door to the office opened
suddenly and both Ed and Winry turned their heads in surprise.

�Are we interrupting something?�
the Flame Alchemist asked dryly.

Ed gasped in horror and fury.
�Yes!� he snapped. �I happened to be getting my arm fixed! Would you get out?�

Standing in the doorway was Mustang
with Hawkeye at his right shoulder as always. Breda, Havoc and Feury crowded behind the two, peering with great interest
at the scene taking place in the Colonel�s office.

�Why is Miss Winry on your lap?� Breda asked with a raised eyebrow.

�And on the Colonel�s desk!�
whistled Havoc. �Who knew Full Metal�s got himself some a-�

�It�s nothing like that!� Ed
protested desperately.

Feury�s
eyes were wide. �Wow�so unabashed about it.�

Resolutely looking away from the
smirking Colonel and the intrigued group, Edward tried to not blush, squirm or
show how uncomfortable he was. �She�s fixing my arm,� he said strongly.

�I�m in middle of a delicate
operation here and bystanders are not appreciated,� Winry informed the officers
with a glare.

�You know, if I had known a pretty
girl would sit herself on my lap, I might have been a little less careful on
the battlefield and gladly gotten automail,� Roy
said flirtatiously.

�Joy,� Winry replied in a expressionless tone. �I�ll tell Granny Pinako.�

Roy
smiled. �I�m sure your granny wouldn�t mind. I�m a great catch.�

Ed and Winry shared a smile, each
knowing that if Pinako had overheard the Flame
Alchemist�s overtures to her granddaughter, the only place he�d need automail
would be below his belt.

�Sure Colonel,� drawled Ed with a
snort. �Go on thinking that��

Winry giggled as Riza shut her superior up with a potent glare.

�I still say,� Breda said with a little smile, �that
Winry�s a little too close for just an arm
adjustment. If we�re interrupting something, we�ll leave.�

�Got to hell, all
of you!� Ed shouted angrily.

Winry turned around to add her own
retorts but a strangled gasp from Ed caused her face him again. �What�s wrong?�
she asked worriedly.

Ed tried to breath. When Winry had
moved to yell at Mustang and his crew, her entire bottom had unmercifully
rotated and touched his engorged manhood. The feeling was excruciatingly
wonderful.

�What�s wrong?� Winry asked again.

�Nothing,� Ed swore quickly. �Absolutely nothing!�

Five pair�s of eyes in the doorway
widened.

�Oh my,� smiled Roy.
�Someone has a small issue��

�How old is Ed again?� wondered
Havoc with a grin.

�Almost seventeen,� chuckled Feury, knowing the reason
behind the question.

�Poor boy,� Breda sympathized with a loud
laugh. �I don�t know if he�s going through heaven or hell!�

�Enough,� sighed
Hawkeye. �Leave the poor boy alone.�

�Ed, What
are they talking about?� Winry asked in confusion.

�I�.I have no idea!� Ed lied.
�They�re leaving now anyways so it doesn�t matter!�

�I�m not going anywhere,� chuckled Roy.

�Yes you are,� disagreed
Hawkeye.

�Aw, come on Hawkeye,� whined Roy.
�I can get months of teasing material from this!�

Leveling her gun at her superior�s
temple, Riza raised one eyebrow. �You were saying sir?�

�Nothing, First Lieutenant,� sighed the Colonel.

�Can we stay?� grinned
Havoc.

�Sure! Record Ed�s deflow-� Mustang asked.

With a quick movement, Riza shot off two bullets, one near Havoc�s crotch and
other by Mustang�s. �No one is staying, am I clear?� Hawkeye asked
rhetorically.

Gasping for breath and cupping
himself protectively, Havoc was the first to scurry out the door. Mustang
heaved a sigh but sauntered out.

�Have a good time, Full Metal!� he
called out as he left.

�Shut up!!� the youngest state
alchemist yelled.

Ed sighed in relief as the door
closed.

�By the way,� Riza
said as she stuck her head back in. �You can transmute everything easily so
there�s no excuse to not remember to wear armor.�

�It�s not like that!!� Ed protested
wildly.

Winry giggled helplessly. �Your
face is all red!�

�You shut up too,� Edward said as
he sulked. On the positive side, my
erection is totally gone,
he thought in relief.

Winry shook her head with a smile
and impulsively leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss onto Ed�s cheek. �They
were just teasing. It�s no reason to get upset,� she soothed.

Ed restrained a groan as the feel
of Winry�s soft lips on his cheek made him swell
again.

�Something the
matter?� Winry asked in concern. �Your muscles are very tense.�

His entire body focused on the
delicious torture of tempting Winry sitting on his lap, Ed gave a grim smile.
�You don�t say?� he mumbled sarcastically.

Winry adjusted a section of
automail and suddenly eased off Ed. �I gotta go get
something from my toolbox. Give me a sec.�

Ed breathed a thankful sigh of
relief as soon as she had left. Groaning, he flopped onto the desk and thought
glumly, Is there any other guy who has it as bad as I
do? No one should have to be put through this! And my dick hurts�

�By the way,� Winry called as her
pretty blonde head popped back into the office, �nice woody!�

Ed surged up with a strangled gasp
that had Winry laughing gaily. Waving, she left the room again and this time he
listened to hear her footsteps receding as she strolled away. Dropping his head
into his hands, Ed shuddered.

�Brother, I saw Winry leaving. Are
you done already?� Al asked from the doorway.

Ed looked at the familiar metal
face of his younger brother and shrugged his shoulders helplessly. �Honestly, I
wish I was. I have no idea.�

Al shrugged in reply but perked up
with good news. �By the way, I overheard Winry telling the first Lieutenant that
you aren�t as short as she thought.�

Ed stared at Al for a moment and
suddenly dropped his head back down, resigned. �Some days, you just can�t win��

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A/N: Well, that was Ed�s POV. Next
chapter is Winry�s and there may or may not be a
third. I�ll see how the reaction is to this little ficlet.
I hope you liked it!! Review and let me know!
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