Laundry Duty
Title: Laundry Duty
Author: Auto-Alchemechanicist
Pairing: Edward E. & Winry R.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme: 52: Lingerie; undergarments/6: Lust
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or the challenge. Just the ideas that sprout from the plotline!
Part of LiveJournal's 101_kissesand 7_deadly_sins challenges
Summary: He wondered if she grew a cup when he found the bra in the laundry basket. She used to be so plain, but he realized that she had grown up. And so had he. Post Manga.
Warning: I was able to keep it to a T rate with this one, but if you don't act mature while reading this, you will have pervy thoughts rolling around. Remember, T rated.
Winry loved to give the boys chores. She said it was to keep them entertained and so that they wouldn't say that they were bored and had nothing to do. There were plenty of things to do around the house, but they didn't bother to notice until Winry pulled out the list.
It was more like a schedule without the time. Ed got Sweeping Duty, Mopping Duty, and Cleaning Duty one day while Al got Gardening Duty, Laundry Duty, and Kitchen Duty. Then, the next week, they would interchange chore lists. If the house wasn't so big, they wouldn't mind doing so many things in a day. Yes, it took them an entire day to take care of three chores.
Ed's current chore was Laundry Duty. He wondered why he and Al had to do that when they clearly knew that Winry and Granny were the ones that were supposed to take care of that. He wasn't being sexist, but he thought it would be more appropriate for the women to do laundry. After all, there were some things in there that were not supposed to be seen by men.
Winry told them to check the pockets in clothing so that there weren't any valuables left so they wouldn't be damaged in the wash and she emphasized that they separate the whites from the colorful clothes.
Ed went around the house collecting the piles of dirty clothes that were left in their baskets and carried them to the wash room to start. He wasn't exactly the most excited person when it came to doing this chore. Winry always had to come up with something different or nag about not getting the amount of soap right.
"It needs to have a little bit more detergent, Ed!" she would say one day. And the next, he would apply the soap she wanted, but only displeased her. She ended up saying that there needed to be less.
"She can never be happy with that," Ed mumbled as he entered the wash room.
"Apply this much. Do this. Not that," he kept murmuring as he imitated Winry's voice. He just hoped she wasn't behind him with her wrench or he would be in for it.
He sorted out and took care of his brother's and his laundry first. Digging around one of the pockets to his dirty pants, he found a few cens and put them away for later use. In other pockets, he found some folded notes that Al and him had written down.
'So that's where they were,' Ed thought. 'I was about to kill him for losing this one'.
Then came Granny's pile. He found a few screws tucked away in her aprons and even a small wrench in one of her pockets. The Rockbell women sure knew how to keep their wrenches close for easy reach. Ed shuddered.
Finally, he came across Winry's pile. Most of the clothes were tube tops and sweaty bandanas (which made him wonder how many of those things she had). He checked the pockets of her pants, her shirts, her bras…. He dropped it the moment he realized it was her bra in the first place. Why did he always blush when it came to things like that? Sure, he and Winry had this thing going on now and they went out and kissed and did all that shit shyly and quietly, but he hadn't really thought of these things thoroughly before. So many thoughts went through his mind with that thing in sight. He couldn't help it. He was a guy, for crying out loud! But seeing it up close was certainly unexpected. Had she forgotten to remove that from her pile?
He picked it up by one of the straps to look at it. He wasn't examining it because that would be creepy. He was just looking at it to see what was it that made these things so necessary for women.
It was just two pieces of black cloth tied together to two straps on the top and a long one on the bottom. Well, in his eyes, they were like that, but everyone knows it's more detailed than that. He kept looking at it and thought he saw that they were like little...cushions?
'How the hell do they put this shit on, anyway?' he asked himself.
He noticed there were hooks at the end and made the connection. "Oh…" 'This is the thing that makes them look plump?'
His blush felt like it was about to burn his entire face off. He hadn't really noticed that Winry had a plump bust until he saw the bra. He never took interest, but he wondered if she had grown a cup when he found the garment in the laundry basket. She used to be so plain, but he realized that she had grown up. And so had he. It wasn't like he knew the cup sizes, but he assumed she had to be a medium.
'But when we left, it looked like she didn't have anything growing out of her chest,' Ed thought and caught himself. He had noticed before. 'Well, it's not like she's showing them off or anything.' But he kept thinking about it and he felt a bit uncomfortable about it. He was totally daydreaming about Winry, but in some situations were just surprising to his mind.
He hadn't heard footsteps or else he would have thrown the bra into the washing machine at once and would have acted as if he wasn't being such a pervert with Winry's clothes. But because Winry is silent, but deadly, she was taken aback when she saw Ed holding her undergarment.
"Hey! What are you doing with that?"
Ed reacted. "I was about to wash it!"
"Sure, with your eyes so intent on it, of course you were going to throw it into the wash right away!" she was very pissed, by the tone of her voice and how loud she yelled.
"You're the one who left this in your pile! It's not like it's my fault it's there in the first place!"
His soul threatened to leave his body after the metal wrench collided with his forehead. He dropped the bra and nursed his aching head.
"You can just ignore it," Winry mumbled after she rescued her bra from the floor where it had fallen. She threw it into the machine along with the rest of her clothes and finished Ed's chore for him.
"You pervert! Here I am thinking you need something, but you were a little too busy with my bra," Winry fumed.
Ed really wanted to say something along the lines of 'It wasn't like that!' to save his ass, but he couldn't speak. His head was throbbing so much, he felt the entire room was going to fall apart. So now he got penalized for looking at a bra.
'I wonder if breast size coincides with a woman's anger level,' Ed thought as he tried to stand up. Kitchen Duty would not be fun after this.
When he finished his last chore, which included cleaning the kitchen AND cooking dinner, Ed was able to sit for a while and just close his eyes to relax. Winry didn't look mad anymore, and from the looks of Al and Granny, she had not told them about the bra incident.
He didn't know why she overreacted like that. Okay, it was her bra and he was staring at it, but it's not like it was a crime to do so. Was it? It's not like he was forcing her to unhook her bra so he could see it, right? And it's not like he was intentionally invading her privacy because she assigned him to do the chore. She knew something like this would happen if a guy did the laundry for a girl. She was oblivious, but she wasn't stupid.
That's what he didn't get. What the hell was wrong with her? Was she on her period? Was she bipolar?
When he got to his last sub-chore of the kitchen (washing dishes), he felt her presence.
"I think the clothes are dry already," he said in a monotone voice.
"Sorry I hit you. And called you a pervert. And overreacted about you holding my bra," She said shyly.
Ed was dumbfounded. She was apologizing?
"'s okay," he answered. "It's not like you killed me or anything."
That should have gotten at least a wry smile from her, but it didn't. "I didn't tell you, but I took out my anger on you because of a patient I had earlier today," she admitted.
Ed stopped what he was doing and turned to look at her.
"What happened?"
Winry shrugged. "You know how perverts are and how they can get."
'I do?' Ed asked himself.
"I didn't finish working on him because he was making me very uncomfortable with the way he stared at me. He kept telling me things like he wanted to charm me and even wanted to press himself against me. I had to kick him out nicely. I was going to tell you, but then I saw you with my bra and that set me off. I know you were just doing laundry, but I was so mad, Ed. I couldn't help it!"
She kept going on and on about what had happened that she didn't expect his embrace.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner so I could have kicked the guy's ass?" he asked. He could only imagine what he had tried to do to Winry.
"It's not worth it," she said as she hugged him back.
"Promise me you won't be a pervert with me," she told him.
On the outside, Ed was relaxed while holding her. On the inside, the guy part of his mind was crushed at the request. Aw, he had only just started to be a perv and that wasn't fair! But he had to push that aside and respect Winry's wishes.
"I promise," he said as he gave her a kiss on her cheek. Then, he pulled back.
"But you have to promise me you won't overreact whenever I do your dirty laundry," Ed demanded.
Winry blinked. "Well, you better not look like you're analyzing what my bras are made of!"
Ed chuckled at that. "I wasn't analyzing anything. I was looking at it to see what was so special about it."
Winry's eyes were suspicious slits. "Oh, Ed, like you don't know!"
"Not like that," Ed stated.
"You just promised me you weren't going to be a pervert with me," Winry reminded him.
"Who said I was being perverted? If you think I'm being perverted, then you're the one that's pervy because of your dirty thoughts."
Winry huffed. "Well, you're the one that implemented those thoughts on me."
Ed sighed. "How about I do your laundry blindfolded?"
"You'll ruin my clothes!"
"Then, you're just going to have to trust me," Ed said as he turned to the dirty dishes. "Besides, it's not like I'm going to take your bras to my room and keep them there."
"Ed!"
"Remember, I'm doing your chores."
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A/N: I'm a bit rusty after 6 months of not writing hard core Ed x Winry fics. Hope you all enjoyed!
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