Winry loved rediscovering Edward's body each night he returned. Her calloused fingertips ran lazy paths down his arm, chest, any place she could touch and relish the valleys and mountains of his ever changing body. His body was rougher each time she traveled down the all too familiar but foreign skin that prickled against her caresses. She embraced the task of finding each difference, each scar, not only on his body, but in his character. Each new day brought more changes, some to be enjoyed (such as his broadened shoulders and new found height), and some to be mourned (such as the crevices of new scars, and the hidden stains of blood that never could be erased from his eyes) but all beautiful because they belonged to him and were only hers to know.
Authors Note: This MAY not be the end, but because I have horrid writers block, I can't think of a finishing sentence for the life of me. However, any critiques are welcome! I want to make this one the best I can, so feel free to rip, nash, and tear at it (as long as it isn't for something stupid like "EDxWINRY suxzors! OMG u suck!!!!!1111one", constructive please.). Have fun, and enjoy!