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“I don't like that you're very close to him because I love you.”
Phoenix chokes on her grape juice. A flat-out confession that is so Miles and yet not very Edgeworth at the same time reaches her ear out of nowhere during one of their rare heart-to-heart talk moments in Phoenix and Trucy’s apartment, and Trucy is currently out at work. Did Phoenix say something wrong or disturbing? Or did the other woman have too much alcohol to loosen those pretty glossed lips of hers?
“Edgeworth, what—” or maybe did the pianist hear things wrong? She herself might have had too much to drink too, although it’s just grape juice…
“I said, I loathe it, when you and Kristoph Gavin hang out too much and get too close to each other, because I love you,” Miles has been holding on to her glass of red wine when she’s speaking, so right now she places her glass on to the coffee table in front of them. “And I don’t mean it as a friend.”
The next thing Phoenix knows, there is a warm and slender hand on her cheek as widened and surprised onyx eyes lock on beautiful and loving titanium eyes.
“I mean it in a romantic way.”
“Because I love you.”
Phoenix is stunned. Her heart almost melts. The emotions she can feel from those eyes, those grey pupils shine with seriousness and sincerity, are so strong, so truthful. The pianist cannot remember the last time she was faced with emotions this honest and this intense, and she doesn't know how she should react to it so she looks away.
“…you sure about that, Edgeworth?” she removes the hand on her cheek and turns her whole body away. “I thought you had found a man of your type a few years back.”
“A man of my type? Whoever are you referring to?”
“I remember you said you met someone…an interesting man from…Interpol?”
Miles deadpans. “Agent Lang is not my type.”
“But he interests you, right?”
“That doesn't mean there will be anything between us.”
“Why? Because men are too lowly intellectual for Ms. Miles Edgeworth?”
The prosecutor glares upon that comment, before she grabs an arm of the ex-defence attorney this time and pulls, and then both women’s faces are so close to each other that they can feel each other’s hot breaths. “I told you already; the one I love is you, Phoenix Wright. And nothing you say will change my feelings.”
There it is again. Those powerful eyes, that determined face. It surprises Phoenix, and it kind of makes her heart swell with happiness, but at the same time it sinks with fear.
“Are you sure, Edgeworth?” Miles made a face that obviously shows she’s offended. Phoenix decides to try a different tactic. “If you love me, then does that mean you want to kiss me?”
The prosecutor’s jaw drops, her eyes blink. Phoenix catches on that face and reaction. “So you’re saying you want to have sex with me?”
Miles’ face immediately flushes this time when the term ‘sex’ is used.
“Cause y’know, I have been gaining weight since I'm not a lawyer. I’ve gotten pretty plumped up, so looking at my naked body is probably not going to be a pretty sight—”
Phoenix misses the way Miles narrowed her eyes on her when the ex-lawyer discredits herself and criticises her body. The pianist definitely does not expect Miles to angrily push Phoenix down this time, the bottle of grape juice Phoenix is holding drops and spills its contents onto the floor when Phoenix is pounced on and her back lands heavily on the couch they’ve been sitting on tonight. The prosecutor grabs her chin to force the pianist to look up at grey eyes again, while breasts press against breasts.
“M-Miles?!”
“So all I need to do, is to kiss you and have sex with you and you’ll willingly be my woman?” it’s Phoenix’s turn to flush deeply in red. “Or did it never occur to you that a woman is capable of making another woman feel good at sex?”
“I-I don’t, I’m not, I just—”
Miles grabs a knee of the other woman and pushes it up. She presses her body down harder, and Phoenix jumps when she feels more sensual weight on her chest and groin.
“Ah, maybe that’s why you’ve been seducing Mr. Kristoph? You need a man to satisfy your needs?”
“What?! Of course not!” Phoenix glares with exasperation. “You know that’s not what I’ve been doing!”
Miles lowers her face faster than Phoenix can blink, long grey silky hair falls and brushes against the pianist’s cheek before it falls again to curtain Phoenix’s face. Onyx eyes widen at the intimate look she is receiving, noting how pretty those eyelashes are above and below the deep grey eyes, before noticing the widening smirk on Miles’ face.
“Then shut the fuck up and surrender to me already.”
Phoenix does not realise that she isn’t resisting as lips crash against lips.
There is an electrifying sensation, and there is a drowning sensation. Phoenix thinks she can smell peaches, before she can taste wine on her tongue when she opens her mouth. Their first kiss goes wet, it goes hot, and different fragrances of grapes and alcohols are mixed within their mouths. Phoenix doesn't realise that there is a hand sneaking under her white tank top, her sweater already striped before the women started their drinking session tonight. Her breast becomes exponentially sensitive as the hand slips under the bra strap and shamelessly gropes a lump, a manicured nail mercilessly presses against her nipple, leading to a pitiful muffled cry from the woman below. Their tongues continue to tangle with vibrations and no teeth clash, before Miles separates herself from that delicious mouth wetly with a string of saliva attached.
Phoenix thinks she can feel a growing tightness in her pelvic regions. She wants to close her legs so that she can squeeze away the tickling sensation. She wants to touch below to relieve herself from the burning tightness. But Miles does not allow her any of these small freedoms.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” the prosecutor purposely moves her legs and bumps a knee in between Phoenix’s thighs, inciting a whine from the other woman. “Does it feel good then?”
Phoenix has already closed her eyes and now is trying to stay silent. But the woman on top does not allow it, so she presses her knee harder and squeezes the breast in her hand stronger, earning herself a nice loud gasp from the other.
“Tell me, Phoenix.”
“…”
Miles raises an eyebrow at the defiance showed. “Really. That’s how you want to play?”
Another gasp from Phoenix comes again, this time due to the prosecutor roughly pulling her black hair that has lengthened over time because the ex-attorney did not make any attempt to cut it since she lost her badge years ago.
“Then don’t you dare complain on what I am about to do next.”
Phoenix’s eyes widen as she watches her sweatpants removed from her waist and hips and then her legs, her belly shivers from the cold air surrounding the apartment. Miles’ hands have already left her upper body to spread her legs further apart, and Phoenix has thought that Miles’ eyes were sparkling as the latter stares at the wet patch on her white panties.
Phoenix arches her back and moans with gritted teeth when the other’s teeth grip on the same wet patch on the underwear.
“For your information,” a hand goes back to the pianist’s breast, before Miles’ teeth begin to travel down from Phoenix’s covered groin to her tantalising thigh. “I am not planning to remove your underwear tonight.”
“H-Huh?” Phoenix pants as she tries to hear things with her foggy mind.
“In fact, I think we should stop here.”
“W-What?!”
True to her words, Miles removes all hands, legs and teeth from all parts of Phoenix’s body, before she stands up, grabs her quarter filled wine glass, and finishes the dark red contents in it, all the while watching Phoenix panting on the couch with her legs spread open.
“In case you have forgotten, Trucy should be on her way home right now,” Miles makes her way to the other side of the couch and picks up her abandoned red suit jacket and puts it on. It takes some time for Phoenix to realise that other than the suit jacket that the prosecutor had removed it when she entered the apartment, Miles has not even stripped, or make a single mess out of every part of her outfit the whole time, even when she was having fun messing up Phoenix. “Your phone has been vibrating since…for a while.”
Phoenix mindlessly follows those words and quickly turns to notice the screen of her phone has already brightened up, and indeed there is a last missed call notification being shown on the screen from a minute ago by her daughter.
“Well then, I guess I’ll take my leave,” and those words are enough to bring the pianist’s attention away from the phone, but not quick enough for the other woman to have already pull Phoenix’s chin to turn and see Miles’ wicked, teasing smile hovering closely to her heavily flushed, still panting face.
The ex-attorney silently curses. She knows that Miles is having too much fun riling her up.
“If you wish to continue, you know how to find me.”
With that last whisper, Miles presses her lips onto Phoenix’s one last time, her tongue swiping on Phoenix’s lips once before she pulls away, sadistically enjoying how the woman below tries to chase after her lips when they separate. And then Miles leaves without hesitation, leaving Phoenix turned on and wanting.