"It's just this way, Miss Rockbell," Havoc said, resisting the urge to sigh around his cigarette. He'd been supposed to pick Al and Ed up with her, since she'd come to visit, but Al and Ed had some research to finish up and had insisted she was 'bugging them', so had sent her to wait by the car. And as it couldn't get opened up without Havoc, he was going to have to wait, too.

He wasn't exactly sure how to relate to a sixteen-year-old girl, except in ways he doubted she'd be interested in.

"Oh!" She rushed ahead of him all of a sudden, out to the car, leaning over the hood with one leg kicked up behind her to let her see further. "This is the newest model, isn't it?! Oh, the lucky military officers always get the top model everything..."

In retrospect, it probably shouldn't have surprised him. "You like cars, Miss Rockbell?"

"Ahhh, they're so smooth and sleek..." She ran her hands over the hood in a way that probably wasn't entirely legal. "Can I see inside? Just a peek?" Folding her hands in front of her, she made large puppydog eyes and he felt his resistance crumble. "C'mon, please?"

"Sure," he said weakly, and tugged the key to the hood out, popping it open.

She was bent over the front of the car in an instant to get a look. "OH WOW." Her voice came out in a squeal of near-orgasmic glee and he swallowed, hard. "Is this a dual-thrust piston rotary? It IS! I haven't seen one of those outside of texts! They actually've made them practical now! Ahhh, I want to take it apart so much--!"

As Winry leaned further over the car, Havoc's eyes got wider -- her skirt was short to begin with, and bent over like that, it left nothing to the imagination. White. He'd have thought they'd have been black, so they wouldn't be as visible under her skirt--

I'm going to a special circle of hell, he thought miserably. There were some things that men his age just shouldn't think about sixteen-year-olds. At least while they were right there, anyway.

"It, ah, would -- probably not be so good if you took it apart," he hedged, and she lifted her head to pout at him cutely, a wrench already in her hands. "No, really -- uh, we've got to be driving in a few minutes, and--"

"I'd put it back together!" Still, she sighed, poking around the hood a little more before shutting it and tugging a handkerchief out of her jacket pocket to wipe her hands off. "Can I see inside the dash, then? If I can't take anything apart? Just to be fair."

Helpless, he found himself laughing, opening the door for her. She clambered in and had the main panel off in seconds, picking delicately through the wiring there.

"Ahhh, this is such a fine piece of work," she sighed. "And you get to drive this every day? You lucky bastard." Her eyes were almost wicked as she looked up at him again. "...can I drive it when we go out?"

"I shouldn't, Miss Rockbell -- technically it's the base's property, and you don't have permission to drive it--"

"You could GIVE me permission," she pointed out, cheerily, then rolled her eyes when he shook his head. She shifted in her seat, as if it were uncomfortable, then leaned to poke around in the panel again. "Wow, it -- I can't believe they're making cars where you don't have to wind the engine anymore. Pure brilliance. It was always so tiring to start with --though, you know, someone who really loves cars will put the effort out..." She put the panel back on, and stroked it with her fingertips, over and over, in slow loops and whorls. "And they'll love it, yes they will, because no matter how much their muscles strain, or how sweaty they get--" her fingers rubbed the leather, lightly. "...it'll mean the machine will roll over and beg for them, later. You just have to treat 'em right, and machines'll do anything for you."

Havoc swallowed, watching her, and felt his cigarette start to slide from between slack lips.

Winry sighed again, then smiled up at him. "...so, if I can't drive it, or take it apart, can I make out with you in the front seat? Because, ah, I like a guy who knows his machines, and--"

"That," Havoc said, fervently, "I can do."

As he slid in beside her and locked the door, he reflected that he was, most likely, going to the special hell. Maybe even real soon, if Al and Ed caught them like this.

But there was no question in his mind, as Winry found and enthused over the seat-lowering lever, that it would be worth it.