It was happening so fast, when the train shook, Winry thought for certain that was how it was supposed to be. You read it about it in every trashy romance novel she was not supposed to read, near pornographic bodice rippers having filled the time between mechanic's manuals and automail repair. In all of those novels, when the heroine was finally at the mercy of the hero, the earth moved!
This time, it was the train. Edward stopped what he was doing—a damn good job at kissing her, which made her think, at first, about wrenching him.
Then he said, "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" she demanded. Other then the rush of blood in her ear and her body screaming YES NOW EDWARD PLEASE YES!, she didn't hear anything at all.
He'd heard her libido talking?
"Shit. Winry. Stay put! I think we're being robbed!"
There was no justice in the world. None at all! She sat up, holding her blouse close as he abruptly—shirtless, jeans too tight to be truly comfortable—threw back the drape to their bed, and get out.
People were looking groggily about, also disturbed, but not by the two young almost-lovers on the bunk. They were looking at the door, and beyond it there was noise. A gunshot went off. They all hid in their bunks, gasping; a woman started to cry somewhere.
Edward just stared at the door, and then, stepped forward. He clapped his hands putting it to it's surface, and let the alchemy re-work it. A eyepiece appeared. He looked through it. And then he alchemized something else again, things sprouting along the ceiling and the walls, and took what seemed to be a microphone in hand.
"THIS THE FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST," he announced, and the whole train could hear it. "YOU HAVE JUST INTERRUPTED AN IMPORTANT TRIP. IF YOU WISH TO NOT BE BEATEN WITHIN AN INCH OF YOUR LIFE, YOU BETTER ABANDON THE TRAIN RIGHT NOW!"
...there was no answer. At least, at first. Then, raucous laughter echoed through the train.
Edward stopped talking through the microphone. "Well, they asked for it. Keep my place warm, okay, Winry?" And then he leaned down, kissed her quickly, and left the sleeper car.
She rolled over and sighed. There was no reason to worry; Ed had handled far worse then train robbers. The fact that they laughed when they heard his name meant, obviously, they'd not dealt with him before.
They'd learn they'd messed with the wrong alchemist soon enough. She only wished it hadn't been when they'd been getting so close to something really good.