Edward And Winry One Shots LEMON/SMUT

Someplace Private-Ed Was Eating His Sandwich

Edward's P.O.V.

I pause with my sandwich halfway to my mouth. Winry just walked in, and she didn't even look my way. I don't think she saw me. Oh no. She's taking her clothes off.

I should say something. Except my mouth won't work. Or my eyes. I can't blink.

Holy shit.

She's lifting her top. Is she… I don't think she's got a bra—

In my peripheral vision, I see the thin black material fall on her bed, but I'm not really paying attention to it. My eyes are glued to her chest.

Where nothing is covering her.

Her naked, perky boobs are just out in the open. The tight little nipples jutting out, demanding I stare at them. I want to lick them. God, I can just imagine the feel of those hard, little buds running along my tongue.

I try to swallow, but my mouth is dry. I need to blink, but I can't stop looking. She moves, and I lean forward in my chair as her gorgeous little mounds jiggle slightly.

A soft thud breaks my concentration. I glance down to see the insides of my sandwich on the floor.

Shit.

I look up again to see Winry standing frozen with her hands on the waistband of her pants.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

I glance around in a panic, but I know it's too late. There's no escaping now. She whirls around and stops, her eyes pinned to mine. God, I'm blushing, and damn if my pants aren't too tight.

I shift in my chair, never taking my eyes off her. She glances down, looking at herself before she grabs her pretty tits in both her hands and turns her back.

"Edward!" she yells on a whisper, her voice wavering. "What the hell!"

Uh…right.

I try to swallow again, and lick my lips, as if that will help.

Before I get the chance to say anything, she reaches out and grabs her discarded shirt and quickly pulls it back on.

"Stop gaping," she hisses when she turns around, crossing her arms over her chest, the image of which is still burned onto my eyes. "Tell me why you're in my room."

She's pissed, and I wince, but what can I say?

"I just wanted someplace private to eat my sandwich," I finally reply weakly, though, in my defense, it is the truth.

"I can't believe you! Why didn't you say something!" She flips her hand out wildly, and I shrug.

"I… You just came in and started…stripping. What was I supposed to say?"

"Anything," she says automatically. "God," she moans, shutting her eyes. "I can't believe you saw my–"

"Yep."

"Shut up," she bites out, narrowing her eyes at me, clearly embarrassed.

I glance down at the now-empty bread in my hand and drop it on the plate I brought up. She's right to be mad. I just sat here gawking at her.

Still. I can't stop picturing those perfect boobs in my hands. I grimace at the uncomfortable tightness in my groin and spread my legs a bit to try to relieve some of it.

"Well?" Winry snaps, and I look up at her.

"What?" I frown, totally not sure what she's waiting for.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

"Uh…I'm sorry?"

"God, Ed!" She lets out an exasperated noise and turns her back taking a few steps and then facing me again. "You just watched me take my top off in front of you, when you knew I didn't know you were in here. And all you have to say is 'sorry?'"