(Disclaimer: I donít own Full Metal Alchemist)
Her finger tenderly traced the cold metal, feeling the pricks and dents from years of toil. Her eyes lowered, a pang of sorrow and sympathy clutching at her heart.
Although some claimed he was smaller than others, she soon realized that size really didn't matter. In fact, they seemed to be a perfect fit. It just looked right and above all, felt right. In her hands, she could feel such immense power when she held him. At the same time, this power frightened her. With him, she did things she would normally be unable to do. In the end, she would be exhausted, sweaty, but satisfied, while he would retain his cool composure, never seeming to change save for her sweat glistening on him.
Sometimes, although no one knew about it, they shared the same bed. She would stay awake while he lay near comatose, showing no signs of life. The moonlight would stream through the open window, transforming his metallic limbs to silver and at times, a white-gold.
By now she had realized that she really was a machine freak. When her fingers danced over the cool metal parts, she could feel a shiver of excitement slice through her torso and she wanted to use him so badly. At times she wondered whether he received the same satisfaction from her.
Her fingers wrapped around the length of him, her heat penetrating him.
They had been together since childhood, but she never knew how much they needed one another until she held him. That was when she realized that he was different. Without her, he was useless. Without him, she couldn't be satisfied. Gran had said it was the same way when she had her first.
She smiled softly and lay down next to his petite frame.
"I love you..."
The wrench merely twinkled in the moonlight as a reply.
a/n: yeah, I deserve to be shot for that but it had to be done.