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Chapter 1: Oh, but she can persuade in other ways...

"OW."

Ed's golden eye flew open as the cry reached his ears, making him bolt upright. He'd recognise that voice anywhere; he heard it'd shouting at him too many times for it not to be jammed into his head.

"... Winry?" A hesitant pause creeped its way before his question; he turned his head to see his blonde girlfriend clutching her foot, a upturned box of books and tools on the floor by her.

She sighed, glancing up at him, her blue eyes meeting his amber ones. "I'm fine... Just dropped these." She let go of her foot to vaguely wave a hand in the direction of the box, looking disgruntled by her clumsiness.

A few seconds past before the alchemist was by her side, picking up the box with a frown and rifting through it with one automail hand.

"... Books?" He snorted as he looked at the titles, all of them being about automail and other sorts of mechanical subjects. She glared at him, immediately jerking the box out of his hands, returning it to its original place in her arms.

"Yes... I'm going to teach at our old school for the day, as the teacher's off ill." She said, with a rather proud look, tossing her hair back.

Ed stared. "... Oh."

... He didn't like that look she was suddenly giving him. The floorboards complained slightly as he began to edge backwards, her gaze becoming fierce.

"I do need a model... What do you say, Ed?" She grinned at him, eyes flickering to his automail arm as he pressed himself against the wall.

"M-model?" He was beginning to feel rather disturbed by the way she was eyeing him up, azure eyes travelling... Him, a model? Seriously, he was a State Alchemist, not a... not a MODEL...

And then, before he could even stop her, she was up against him, hands pinning up against the wall with a forceful frown, her voice coming out in a soft murmur.

"Oh come on, it'll be fun..."

Ed bit his lip as he tried not to shiver, feeling her body pressed against his...

His stubbornness melted as her lips travelled to his neck, hands splayed as his hesitation of what to do took hold of him.

"N-nnggh... Fine then, fine." He sighed, watching as she pulled back, giving him a triumphant smirk.

"Great! Let's get going then, I have to be at nine..." She glanced at the clock reading 8:45am, and started moving out the door.

Ed sighed, grabbing his crimson coat off the back of the couch as he trailed after her. Damn, she could be persuasive when she wanted to...

Ah well, at least it was better than getting a wrench slammed across his head.