It's Jealous Head
This was better than the last one I wrote, anyway. I don't like it as much as the Phoenix one, because Nick giving goofy blowjobs is aparently awesome to me.
Title: It's Jealous Head
Pairing: Miles/Phoenix
Rating: NC-17
There was a wonderful air of distaste in the solemn prosecutor’s glare as he entered the waiting room of the small business and first noticed the young defense attorney. “What are you doing here?”
Phoenix shrugged. “Reading.”
His eyes narrowed. “Maxim? How quaint.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault they won’t let me in yet.”
Edgeworth sighed. “How did you even hear…” he let it trail off wearily. “Please don’t tell me the man we just arrested is your client.”
“’Fraid so.” with a vague shrug.
“And so, I suppose I am to take myself off the case?”
“Unless you want to face off in court.”
Miles adjusted himself uneasily. “I believe I’ve mentioned I’m uncomfortable sharing cases with you, given our specific… situation.”
“Couldn’t agree more.” Phoenix mumbled, turning a page.
“I wish you’d give me more of a notice.”
“Hey, I’m sorry, but these things just sort of come to me. I take them as I get them.” he replied testily, not taking his eyes off the magazine. “Hey, look at these.”
Miles was hardly surprised when he was presented with a pair of breasts, barely contained in a tight red tube top. “And?”
“She’s pretty hot, isn’t she?” Phoenix pressed, eyes still on the picture. “I mean, I know you like dudes, but… I mean, look at those! You’d have to be dead to not appreciate…”
“I seem to recall that you prefer the company of men as well.” Miles cut him off dryly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…”
Phoenix didn’t even seem to notice him leave.
It was around 20 minutes later when Edgeworth was finally done checking out the scene in the tiny office. The company’s boss had been murdered, and the only person with access was the janitor who was currently Wright’s new client. Of course, he was probably innocent after all, they usually were once Phoenix got involved. He sighed heavily and began looking for replacement prosecutors for the case. “Wright, it’s secured now if you really need to check it out.” he muttered over the sound of the annoying hold music for Paine’s office. “Wright?” he was nowhere to be found.
Miles sighed again, snapping his phone shut without leaving a message. It wasn’t like Phoenix to just give up so easily, he was still around. His eyes fell on the restroom at the far end of the lobby. Striding across the room, he pushed the door open. “Wright?”
“What do you want?” an upset voice came from one of the stalls.
“I’m sorry.” Miles scoffed back. “Did I interrupt you while you were fornicating with your precious breasts? I’ll come back later.”
“I’m going to the bathroom.” Phoenix growled back, and a few seconds later there was a flush to prove his point. “It’s what people usually do in bathrooms.” he stormed out of the stall to wash his hands. “So, what crawled up your butt today?” An angry flick of his hands. “It seems to be fighting with the regulars.”
“Of course.” Edgeworth countered with only slight annoyance showing in his voice. “I got you your crime scene while you were busy ogling, I’ve done nothing but be unhelpful all day.”
“What is with you and that magazine?” Phoenix grumbled back. “I thought you might like them, I was wrong, let it go.”
“It has nothing to do with breasts.” Miles countered, voice rising slightly. “I disapprove of you trying to use such a low tactic to try to…”
“Wait a minute.” Phoenix interrupted. “You didn’t think I was trying to make you jealous, did you?”
Edgeworth didn’t reply.
“You did!” Phoenix’s eyes widened in genuine surprise. “I swear, I wasn’t…”
“Could have fooled me.”
There was a slightly sinister pause. “You WERE jealous.” Phoenix added cautiously.
“Nothing of the sort.” there was just enough of a hint of embarrassment in his voice…
“You were JEALOUS!” Phoenix practically squealed.
“ I was not.” warning rumbled through his throat, and Phoenix ignored it.
“You were jealous because I was staring at a set of boobs that weren’t yours, and it made you…”
And then he was crushed into the corner of the room, cold tile at the back of his neck, Edgeworth’s entire weight against him, large frame between him and the door. “He’s gonna kick my ass.” was the first thing through his mind, almost before he even hit the wall, his entire body clenched involuntarily in a flinch. It took an entire second for him to realize Miles wasn’t punching him, and anyway this didn’t hurt enough for him to really be angry, because he was pretty sure Miles was strong enough that if he wanted Phoenix in pain, there WOULD be pain. Hesitantly, he looked up.
Edgeworth was surprisingly composed, eyes closed. “I wasn’t jealous.” his voice was calm now. Phoenix nodded in quiet agreement, shifting an arm pinned between them to a place where blood could flow again. “I wasn’t jealous…” moving so the other man was still pinned, but looking him in the face. “because I know you don’t have a chance with a girl like that.”
“Hey…” his voice was slightly irate, trying to decide if the situation was arousing or just annoying. He had been in the process of tripping when Edgeworth’s mass had trapped him, and he was now pinned in a position that made him come only a little past Edgeworth’s chin, with his own chin tucked into the prosecutor’s collarbone. The smell of Miles was all around him.
“I know women like that.” he continued. “You’ve known women like that. They’re only interested in one thing…” one hand was reaching around his waist now, body easing up to allow his lower half to move away from the wall. “…and I know for a fact you’re hardly endowed enough to satisfy them.”
“Hey!” okay, that one was definitely below the belt. He opened his mouth to add more, perhaps about how he knew for a fact that Miles was no better, or perhaps how he seemed to recall Miles being quite satisfied with his endowment, or anything particularly rude he could get through his indignation. Miles silenced him, simultaneously grabbing his ass and forcing his mouth further into his shoulder so he couldn’t reply.
“I’ve seen what’s in your wallet, Phoenix.” he continued. “It’s hardly impressive.” Phoenix realized the prosecutor’s hand was actually fondling the billfold in his back pocket. And his ass as well, but that was apparently his secondary goal. “She takes off her clothing for magazines in exchange for money.” softening his grip so Phoenix could move. “She wouldn’t be interested in the impressive size of your…” he let the words hang far longer than necessary, like he knew who he was dealing with and he wanted to make sure the obvious next line had come to even him before continuing. “engaging personality.”
“You never know.” Phoenix teased back, sure by now that the situation had passed into the arousing. Now he was buried in Miles’s neck, frills and warmth and spicy cologne mingling together. “I have quite a massive… personality. I’m told it’s quite overwhelming.”
“Yes, well, that’s not quite the word I’d use for it.” Miles murmured back, amused. “I find it rather infuriating at times, myself. But you know…” tipping his head up with one crocked finger. “I find that you’re incredibly difficult to quit.”
And then they were kissing, warm lips and soft, damp tongue urging his mouth open. Strong fingers were cupping his neck, pulling him closer. He felt a soft noise rise in his throat, coming out as a moan against the thin lips. Miles’s mouth curled into an almost impish grin as he pulled away, teasing laugh on his lips. “It’s not so bad, you know. I may not have breasts, but I have certain ways of compensating.” Phoenix nodded and allowed himself to be pulled into the nearest stall.
“You know, I don’t miss boobs.” he offered as he pulled into another kiss. “I mean, I like them, but I like what you do too.” he wasn’t quite sure where he was going with that thought, but Miles smiled.
“You’re too gracious.” hooking a finger into his belt and tugging it off in a graceful arch. As the pale hands began to slip his pants open, his own hands slid down to work on the other man’s clothing.
He had his hands brushed away. “Not this time.” Miles scolded, silencing him with another small kiss before sinking to his knees. “We’re on a tight schedule here.” Leading him back to lean against the rail on the wall.
“Oh, god.” Phoenix whimpered as Miles slid the pants out of the way, kissing the bulge in his underwear softly, letting a trail of warm air blow across the head. One leg buckled slightly as his hot tongue gently rubbed the underside off his cock through the thin fabric, leaving a trail of cool dampness.
“Would the toilet be better?” Miles asked, voice flat and distant, already absorbed in his work.
Phoenix took one quick glance at the toilet, dirty and wet, a tuft of toilet paper clinging to the back of the seat, an unidentifiable ring of dampness where the seals were (hopefully, given the other options) leaking. His mind drifted to the disturbing image of Miles’s mouth inches from the foul porcelain. “I’ll be fine.” he muttered.
Miles chuckled in answer, dipping one hand into his open pants, cupping very sensitive parts of the other attorney’s body while his lips tugged the fabric, rubbing the flesh underneath in soft movements. Phoenix grasped the bar with one hand, the other reaching for the silver hair. “You like?” peeling the briefs down slightly, letting his tongue flick lightly against the throbbing head. “Want more?” as his tongue ran a teasing circle around the responsive flesh.
“Hell yeah.” through clenched his teeth. His hips bucked instinctively as the warm flesh surrounded the tip of his cock, fingers beginning to pump the length through the material. Miles made an amused, knowing noise in his throat at Phoenix’s neediness, and he prayed that Miles wouldn’t leave him halfway to get him back for the magazine. “Please…”
“Such manners.” Miles chuckled breathily, letting his warm breath send a shudder through the defense attorney. “How can I refuse?” Moving his mouth over the head, running his tongue along the slit at the bottom, already leaking. Rocking his head in a rhythmic fashion, taking a little more with each advance, moving his entire body to the tempo.
Phoenix didn’t want to know where Miles learned to give great head any more than he wanted to know how much effort the other man had put into learning his technique. Somewhere in his mind he realized it was an extension of his obsession with perfection, and that Miles was hellbent at being perfect at everything, even blowjobs. For all he knew, the prosecutor had gone online the day before he had planned to unleash his new skill and learned everything he needed with a banana and a google search on “deep throat”.
He didn’t really care anymore, just so long as he willing to perform said services on him. He was already leaning into it, arching away from the wall with every thrust, trying his best not to give in and fuck that perfect mouth. Miles knew what he was doing, and he knew it. But it was so difficult when he got that look.
The look had probably been perfected in the same manner as the actual technique. Eyes partially closed, brows furrowed in intense concentration, mouth a perfect ‘o’ around him. A perfect look, a mixture of lust and desire to please and serenity that said, “I was put on this world for your cock.”. It was the sexiest thing Phoenix had ever seen in his life. Now Miles was alternating between his ‘fuck me’ eyes and eyes closed, focused entirely on his task. His hands eased the rest of his throbbing erection free of his briefs. His mouth worked down the sensitive flesh, taking an impossible amount into his mouth, bobbing all the way off, placing a series of tiny kisses and licks as he worked his way to the bottom, a searing look at the end that nearly made Phoenix’s heart stop, and then he was back on, working it with everything he had.
Shit.
Amazing.
Sometimes he wondered if Miles ever actually relaxed and enjoyed himself. For a man with money, power, and looks, he was surprisingly insecure. The silvery hair moved in graceful arches as it’s owner impaled himself to the hilt, suppressing a gag. The small lick at his balls almost sent him over. “Miles…” he whimpered, totally lost.
There was another knowing chuckle against his skin, and Miles was moving faster, holding Phoenix’s hips with both hands, leading him into the thrusts. “Oh, god, Miles…” gripping the handrail for dear life as that hot mouth enveloped him.
“…Shit…”
Miles was prepared for the orgasm, as with the rest of the encounter. With his eyes closed and his mouth half open, he accepted it with the refinement he was so well known for.
“Damn… Miles…” He let go of the bar and slumped into the prosecutor’s lap, beyond spent. “You’ve gotta teach me how to do that.”
“Hrrn.” a slightly amused sound in his throat, but he could still feel the tension in the other man’s posture, the traces of uneasiness in his seemingly smug face.
“He wasn’t jealous.” Phoenix realized dully. “He was worried.” like Miles Edgeworth had to worry about loosing him to some girl in a magazine. After a few seconds in the tense embrace, he spoke up. “Get over yourself, Miles. You know you’re the best lay I’ve ever had in my life.” wrapping him in a bear hug. “If I could get you to stop taking cases, I’d never leave the bedroom.” a sigh. “Your hair smells really nice.”
There was a genuine chuckle now. “Poetry, Wright.”
“It’s all true.” into his shoulder. “You’re stuck with me.”
“What a horrifying thought.” Edgeworth teased back, resting his head on the woolen suit, finally settling into the hug. “Now, I’ll do all that…” whisper close to his ear. “…and still pay for dinner.” there was a short pause, and then, “You are free for dinner, aren’t you?” presumptuous, and just snarky enough to know Miles was feeling better.
“Are you free for lunch?” Phoenix countered lovingly.
“You’re impossible.”
“I try.”
“Get off me.” urging him back. “I have work to do.”
“Yeah…” Phoenix replied, a little downcast at the thought of having to get back to the world. He adjusted himself as Miles checked his reflection for any signs of the scrimmage. Satisfied, he turned to leave. “I’m sorry about the boobs.” Phoenix offered, just before he got to the door.
There was a long pause. “I’m sorry I was going to sic Paine on you as punishment.” he finally answered without turning. His voice was light though.
“You’re horrible!”
“I try.” He laughed back. “I’ll see you around, Wright.”
“Jerk.” Phoenix pouted.
I've been working on some old prompts, including the famously overrated slave prompt of Part 2. Since I wrote the first two parts in the comment box, I didn't have them on my computer, and with my poor internet, I didn't have the ability to check them.
Reading it again, I still can't understand why people like the fool thing.
I'm also trying to get my skank glasses recalibrated so I can finish the also famously overrated Snark!sex fic.
Title: It's Jealous Head
Pairing: Miles/Phoenix
Rating: NC-17
There was a wonderful air of distaste in the solemn prosecutor’s glare as he entered the waiting room of the small business and first noticed the young defense attorney. “What are you doing here?”
Phoenix shrugged. “Reading.”
His eyes narrowed. “Maxim? How quaint.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault they won’t let me in yet.”
Edgeworth sighed. “How did you even hear…” he let it trail off wearily. “Please don’t tell me the man we just arrested is your client.”
“’Fraid so.” with a vague shrug.
“And so, I suppose I am to take myself off the case?”
“Unless you want to face off in court.”
Miles adjusted himself uneasily. “I believe I’ve mentioned I’m uncomfortable sharing cases with you, given our specific… situation.”
“Couldn’t agree more.” Phoenix mumbled, turning a page.
“I wish you’d give me more of a notice.”
“Hey, I’m sorry, but these things just sort of come to me. I take them as I get them.” he replied testily, not taking his eyes off the magazine. “Hey, look at these.”
Miles was hardly surprised when he was presented with a pair of breasts, barely contained in a tight red tube top. “And?”
“She’s pretty hot, isn’t she?” Phoenix pressed, eyes still on the picture. “I mean, I know you like dudes, but… I mean, look at those! You’d have to be dead to not appreciate…”
“I seem to recall that you prefer the company of men as well.” Miles cut him off dryly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…”
Phoenix didn’t even seem to notice him leave.
It was around 20 minutes later when Edgeworth was finally done checking out the scene in the tiny office. The company’s boss had been murdered, and the only person with access was the janitor who was currently Wright’s new client. Of course, he was probably innocent after all, they usually were once Phoenix got involved. He sighed heavily and began looking for replacement prosecutors for the case. “Wright, it’s secured now if you really need to check it out.” he muttered over the sound of the annoying hold music for Paine’s office. “Wright?” he was nowhere to be found.
Miles sighed again, snapping his phone shut without leaving a message. It wasn’t like Phoenix to just give up so easily, he was still around. His eyes fell on the restroom at the far end of the lobby. Striding across the room, he pushed the door open. “Wright?”
“What do you want?” an upset voice came from one of the stalls.
“I’m sorry.” Miles scoffed back. “Did I interrupt you while you were fornicating with your precious breasts? I’ll come back later.”
“I’m going to the bathroom.” Phoenix growled back, and a few seconds later there was a flush to prove his point. “It’s what people usually do in bathrooms.” he stormed out of the stall to wash his hands. “So, what crawled up your butt today?” An angry flick of his hands. “It seems to be fighting with the regulars.”
“Of course.” Edgeworth countered with only slight annoyance showing in his voice. “I got you your crime scene while you were busy ogling, I’ve done nothing but be unhelpful all day.”
“What is with you and that magazine?” Phoenix grumbled back. “I thought you might like them, I was wrong, let it go.”
“It has nothing to do with breasts.” Miles countered, voice rising slightly. “I disapprove of you trying to use such a low tactic to try to…”
“Wait a minute.” Phoenix interrupted. “You didn’t think I was trying to make you jealous, did you?”
Edgeworth didn’t reply.
“You did!” Phoenix’s eyes widened in genuine surprise. “I swear, I wasn’t…”
“Could have fooled me.”
There was a slightly sinister pause. “You WERE jealous.” Phoenix added cautiously.
“Nothing of the sort.” there was just enough of a hint of embarrassment in his voice…
“You were JEALOUS!” Phoenix practically squealed.
“ I was not.” warning rumbled through his throat, and Phoenix ignored it.
“You were jealous because I was staring at a set of boobs that weren’t yours, and it made you…”
And then he was crushed into the corner of the room, cold tile at the back of his neck, Edgeworth’s entire weight against him, large frame between him and the door. “He’s gonna kick my ass.” was the first thing through his mind, almost before he even hit the wall, his entire body clenched involuntarily in a flinch. It took an entire second for him to realize Miles wasn’t punching him, and anyway this didn’t hurt enough for him to really be angry, because he was pretty sure Miles was strong enough that if he wanted Phoenix in pain, there WOULD be pain. Hesitantly, he looked up.
Edgeworth was surprisingly composed, eyes closed. “I wasn’t jealous.” his voice was calm now. Phoenix nodded in quiet agreement, shifting an arm pinned between them to a place where blood could flow again. “I wasn’t jealous…” moving so the other man was still pinned, but looking him in the face. “because I know you don’t have a chance with a girl like that.”
“Hey…” his voice was slightly irate, trying to decide if the situation was arousing or just annoying. He had been in the process of tripping when Edgeworth’s mass had trapped him, and he was now pinned in a position that made him come only a little past Edgeworth’s chin, with his own chin tucked into the prosecutor’s collarbone. The smell of Miles was all around him.
“I know women like that.” he continued. “You’ve known women like that. They’re only interested in one thing…” one hand was reaching around his waist now, body easing up to allow his lower half to move away from the wall. “…and I know for a fact you’re hardly endowed enough to satisfy them.”
“Hey!” okay, that one was definitely below the belt. He opened his mouth to add more, perhaps about how he knew for a fact that Miles was no better, or perhaps how he seemed to recall Miles being quite satisfied with his endowment, or anything particularly rude he could get through his indignation. Miles silenced him, simultaneously grabbing his ass and forcing his mouth further into his shoulder so he couldn’t reply.
“I’ve seen what’s in your wallet, Phoenix.” he continued. “It’s hardly impressive.” Phoenix realized the prosecutor’s hand was actually fondling the billfold in his back pocket. And his ass as well, but that was apparently his secondary goal. “She takes off her clothing for magazines in exchange for money.” softening his grip so Phoenix could move. “She wouldn’t be interested in the impressive size of your…” he let the words hang far longer than necessary, like he knew who he was dealing with and he wanted to make sure the obvious next line had come to even him before continuing. “engaging personality.”
“You never know.” Phoenix teased back, sure by now that the situation had passed into the arousing. Now he was buried in Miles’s neck, frills and warmth and spicy cologne mingling together. “I have quite a massive… personality. I’m told it’s quite overwhelming.”
“Yes, well, that’s not quite the word I’d use for it.” Miles murmured back, amused. “I find it rather infuriating at times, myself. But you know…” tipping his head up with one crocked finger. “I find that you’re incredibly difficult to quit.”
And then they were kissing, warm lips and soft, damp tongue urging his mouth open. Strong fingers were cupping his neck, pulling him closer. He felt a soft noise rise in his throat, coming out as a moan against the thin lips. Miles’s mouth curled into an almost impish grin as he pulled away, teasing laugh on his lips. “It’s not so bad, you know. I may not have breasts, but I have certain ways of compensating.” Phoenix nodded and allowed himself to be pulled into the nearest stall.
“You know, I don’t miss boobs.” he offered as he pulled into another kiss. “I mean, I like them, but I like what you do too.” he wasn’t quite sure where he was going with that thought, but Miles smiled.
“You’re too gracious.” hooking a finger into his belt and tugging it off in a graceful arch. As the pale hands began to slip his pants open, his own hands slid down to work on the other man’s clothing.
He had his hands brushed away. “Not this time.” Miles scolded, silencing him with another small kiss before sinking to his knees. “We’re on a tight schedule here.” Leading him back to lean against the rail on the wall.
“Oh, god.” Phoenix whimpered as Miles slid the pants out of the way, kissing the bulge in his underwear softly, letting a trail of warm air blow across the head. One leg buckled slightly as his hot tongue gently rubbed the underside off his cock through the thin fabric, leaving a trail of cool dampness.
“Would the toilet be better?” Miles asked, voice flat and distant, already absorbed in his work.
Phoenix took one quick glance at the toilet, dirty and wet, a tuft of toilet paper clinging to the back of the seat, an unidentifiable ring of dampness where the seals were (hopefully, given the other options) leaking. His mind drifted to the disturbing image of Miles’s mouth inches from the foul porcelain. “I’ll be fine.” he muttered.
Miles chuckled in answer, dipping one hand into his open pants, cupping very sensitive parts of the other attorney’s body while his lips tugged the fabric, rubbing the flesh underneath in soft movements. Phoenix grasped the bar with one hand, the other reaching for the silver hair. “You like?” peeling the briefs down slightly, letting his tongue flick lightly against the throbbing head. “Want more?” as his tongue ran a teasing circle around the responsive flesh.
“Hell yeah.” through clenched his teeth. His hips bucked instinctively as the warm flesh surrounded the tip of his cock, fingers beginning to pump the length through the material. Miles made an amused, knowing noise in his throat at Phoenix’s neediness, and he prayed that Miles wouldn’t leave him halfway to get him back for the magazine. “Please…”
“Such manners.” Miles chuckled breathily, letting his warm breath send a shudder through the defense attorney. “How can I refuse?” Moving his mouth over the head, running his tongue along the slit at the bottom, already leaking. Rocking his head in a rhythmic fashion, taking a little more with each advance, moving his entire body to the tempo.
Phoenix didn’t want to know where Miles learned to give great head any more than he wanted to know how much effort the other man had put into learning his technique. Somewhere in his mind he realized it was an extension of his obsession with perfection, and that Miles was hellbent at being perfect at everything, even blowjobs. For all he knew, the prosecutor had gone online the day before he had planned to unleash his new skill and learned everything he needed with a banana and a google search on “deep throat”.
He didn’t really care anymore, just so long as he willing to perform said services on him. He was already leaning into it, arching away from the wall with every thrust, trying his best not to give in and fuck that perfect mouth. Miles knew what he was doing, and he knew it. But it was so difficult when he got that look.
The look had probably been perfected in the same manner as the actual technique. Eyes partially closed, brows furrowed in intense concentration, mouth a perfect ‘o’ around him. A perfect look, a mixture of lust and desire to please and serenity that said, “I was put on this world for your cock.”. It was the sexiest thing Phoenix had ever seen in his life. Now Miles was alternating between his ‘fuck me’ eyes and eyes closed, focused entirely on his task. His hands eased the rest of his throbbing erection free of his briefs. His mouth worked down the sensitive flesh, taking an impossible amount into his mouth, bobbing all the way off, placing a series of tiny kisses and licks as he worked his way to the bottom, a searing look at the end that nearly made Phoenix’s heart stop, and then he was back on, working it with everything he had.
Shit.
Amazing.
Sometimes he wondered if Miles ever actually relaxed and enjoyed himself. For a man with money, power, and looks, he was surprisingly insecure. The silvery hair moved in graceful arches as it’s owner impaled himself to the hilt, suppressing a gag. The small lick at his balls almost sent him over. “Miles…” he whimpered, totally lost.
There was another knowing chuckle against his skin, and Miles was moving faster, holding Phoenix’s hips with both hands, leading him into the thrusts. “Oh, god, Miles…” gripping the handrail for dear life as that hot mouth enveloped him.
“…Shit…”
Miles was prepared for the orgasm, as with the rest of the encounter. With his eyes closed and his mouth half open, he accepted it with the refinement he was so well known for.
“Damn… Miles…” He let go of the bar and slumped into the prosecutor’s lap, beyond spent. “You’ve gotta teach me how to do that.”
“Hrrn.” a slightly amused sound in his throat, but he could still feel the tension in the other man’s posture, the traces of uneasiness in his seemingly smug face.
“He wasn’t jealous.” Phoenix realized dully. “He was worried.” like Miles Edgeworth had to worry about loosing him to some girl in a magazine. After a few seconds in the tense embrace, he spoke up. “Get over yourself, Miles. You know you’re the best lay I’ve ever had in my life.” wrapping him in a bear hug. “If I could get you to stop taking cases, I’d never leave the bedroom.” a sigh. “Your hair smells really nice.”
There was a genuine chuckle now. “Poetry, Wright.”
“It’s all true.” into his shoulder. “You’re stuck with me.”
“What a horrifying thought.” Edgeworth teased back, resting his head on the woolen suit, finally settling into the hug. “Now, I’ll do all that…” whisper close to his ear. “…and still pay for dinner.” there was a short pause, and then, “You are free for dinner, aren’t you?” presumptuous, and just snarky enough to know Miles was feeling better.
“Are you free for lunch?” Phoenix countered lovingly.
“You’re impossible.”
“I try.”
“Get off me.” urging him back. “I have work to do.”
“Yeah…” Phoenix replied, a little downcast at the thought of having to get back to the world. He adjusted himself as Miles checked his reflection for any signs of the scrimmage. Satisfied, he turned to leave. “I’m sorry about the boobs.” Phoenix offered, just before he got to the door.
There was a long pause. “I’m sorry I was going to sic Paine on you as punishment.” he finally answered without turning. His voice was light though.
“You’re horrible!”
“I try.” He laughed back. “I’ll see you around, Wright.”
“Jerk.” Phoenix pouted.
I've been working on some old prompts, including the famously overrated slave prompt of Part 2. Since I wrote the first two parts in the comment box, I didn't have them on my computer, and with my poor internet, I didn't have the ability to check them.
Reading it again, I still can't understand why people like the fool thing.
I'm also trying to get my skank glasses recalibrated so I can finish the also famously overrated Snark!sex fic.