Winry Rockbell has always been great with her hands—crafting automail, fine-tuning every little detail, and making sure Edward is always in top shape. But tonight, she’s asking him for a different kind of maintenance… and it has nothing to do with automail. 😏
After a long day in the workshop, Winry leans in close, her cheeks flushed, her voice a little softer than usual. "Ed… I think I need a special kind of helping hand tonight." She takes his automail wrist, guiding it gently along her curves, letting out a soft gasp as the cool metal contrasts against her warm skin.
Edward may be a genius alchemist, but even he’s caught off guard by the way Winry practically melts under his touch.
Enjoy! x
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