She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “You seriously just hit on anything with a pulse, don’t you?”
Greed’s grin widened. A challenge. “Only things that are as sweet as you, toots.”
Winry scoffed, refusing to allow herself to be embarrassed. “Yeah yeah.”
Greed could she see her refusing herself to be affected. Greed took another step closer to the mechanic, leaning towards her. “So stubborn,” The sin chided. “I like ‘em feisty.”
She squirmed uncomfortably. Too close, too close. And she couldn’t even manage to think of anything to say…
Winry’s discomfort only brought the homunculus pleasure. Greed knew he couldn’t flatter her with his words all night, so why bother when he could cut straight to the chase? He placed his hand on the back of the blonde’s neck, and pulled her lips into a kiss.
Winry’s eyes went wide in something between shock and anger and she started groping around her pockets for a wrench, unfortunately not finding one. So she settled for the next best thing and shoved him away, even if he was a good kisser and clenched her fists. “Why you…!”