Maya Got Back
Maya might not be as bountiful as her sister, but she's got it where it counts.
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Maya Got Back
The office was quiet. Phoenix leaned back in his chair, rubbing at his back and giving the pile of paperwork on the desk a baleful glare. The last case had been a doozy, and all the files associated with wrapping it up was turning into a nightmare. At least he had no other clients at the moment, so he could finish this case up. And at least Maya had decided to leave him alone to get the work done.
He jerked forward with a start as he realized just how quiet the office was. Silence like this usually meant his assistant was up to something.
"Maya?" he called out, mentally preparing himself to find her covered in coffee grounds from trying to fill up the pot, or drenched with water from the kitchenette, or locked in the bathroom trying to bandage some gaping wound...
"In here, Nick," he heard her call from the back room. He pushed the door open and found her staring glumly into a full-length mirror. She was wearing her old orange waitress uniform from Très Bien.
"What's going on?" When she didn't answer, he tried again. "What's wrong?"
"Just..." She ran her hands over the outfit, smoothing out the wrinkles. "You ever feel like sometimes you just can't grow up, Nick?"
"Huh?"
"I mean, I thought it'd be fun to wear this outfit again, so I put it on. But then I remembered Mia, and how much better she could pull off this uniform." Phoenix felt his face rapidly turning red as Maya pushed her breasts together.
After a few moments of her groping, fondling... adjusting! adjusting! her chest, Maya turned toward Phoenix. "I don't think I'll ever fill out like Mia. I think I'll always look like a child." Her pout looked rather cute, but Phoenix didn't think this was the best time to tell her so.
She looked so despondent. Phoenix inwardly sighed and put his hands on her shoulders. "Maya." She looked up at him, and he could see the start of tears forming in her eyes.
Geez, she really is getting upset over this. He steeled himself for what was likely to be one of the most awkward and embarrassing pep talks of his life.
"First of all, you are very cute. Very beautiful," he amended when she started to frown. "And while it's true that you may not be as... bountiful as the Chief," he mumbled, "you certainly don't look like a child. If you feel insecure about... about that area, maybe you should focus on, um, other parts."
"Other parts?" Maya blinked, tears receding as she tried to puzzle out his meaning. "What do you mean, Nick? What other parts?"
He looked away and let his hands drop, making a vague gesture towards her. "You know... other parts." He flushed as he tried to explain. "Your, uh, chest isn't the only part of you that attracts attention."
She looked back at the mirror, eyes roaming over her features. "My hair?" she asked.
"No- I mean, yes, your hair is great, but- but I meant... further down." She kept staring at herself, trying to figure out what he meant.
She's really gonna make me say it, isn't she?
"Just turn around, Maya."
She twirled around, peering over her shoulder at her back reflection. After a moment her frown changed to a look of slowly dawning understanding, and she ran her hands over her hips and bent over slightly.
Phoenix was certain his face was as red as Edgeworth's suit.
"Oh!" She straightened and shifted around, trying to look at her backside from different angles. "You mean... You mean I-"
"He means you've got a fantastic booty, Maya!"
She let out a startled gasp, and Phoenix nearly jumped out of his skin as Larry clapped a hand on his shoulder. His mind supplied many questions to ask, such as When did he get here? and How was he able to be so quiet? and How much did he just hear? but all that came out was "Bwah?"
Larry just laughed. "You've got just the right amount of junk in the trunk. Nick should know! His anaconda don't want none unless you-"
"Larry!" Phoenix quickly cut him off before he could spout any more lyrics of that embarrassing old song. Larry grinned.
Maya, laughing at Phoenix's awkwardness, walked over and grabbed his hand. She stood on her tip-toes and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks, Nick. You really know how to make a girl feel better."
"Hey, what about me?" Larry flashed a mischievous smile at Maya.
Maya giggled. "You too, Larry."
"Aw, no kiss for me?"
"Out!" Phoenix pulled them out of the back room and towards the front. "Both of you, out now! Let me finish my paperwork in peace. Go buy some burgers or something."
"Sure thing, Nick!" Maya pushed Larry out the door and looked over at Phoenix. When she caught his eye, she gave him a cheeky grin, wiggled her hips and slapped her behind. Phoenix groaned as she closed the door.
Just what have I unleashed?
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Author's Notes: Just a quick one shot for the meme that resulted in the first fanart I've ever received. Thank you, artistnon!
Fantastic fanart of Maya, done by a kind anon: Maya
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Maya Got Back
The office was quiet. Phoenix leaned back in his chair, rubbing at his back and giving the pile of paperwork on the desk a baleful glare. The last case had been a doozy, and all the files associated with wrapping it up was turning into a nightmare. At least he had no other clients at the moment, so he could finish this case up. And at least Maya had decided to leave him alone to get the work done.
He jerked forward with a start as he realized just how quiet the office was. Silence like this usually meant his assistant was up to something.
"Maya?" he called out, mentally preparing himself to find her covered in coffee grounds from trying to fill up the pot, or drenched with water from the kitchenette, or locked in the bathroom trying to bandage some gaping wound...
"In here, Nick," he heard her call from the back room. He pushed the door open and found her staring glumly into a full-length mirror. She was wearing her old orange waitress uniform from Très Bien.
"What's going on?" When she didn't answer, he tried again. "What's wrong?"
"Just..." She ran her hands over the outfit, smoothing out the wrinkles. "You ever feel like sometimes you just can't grow up, Nick?"
"Huh?"
"I mean, I thought it'd be fun to wear this outfit again, so I put it on. But then I remembered Mia, and how much better she could pull off this uniform." Phoenix felt his face rapidly turning red as Maya pushed her breasts together.
After a few moments of her groping, fondling... adjusting! adjusting! her chest, Maya turned toward Phoenix. "I don't think I'll ever fill out like Mia. I think I'll always look like a child." Her pout looked rather cute, but Phoenix didn't think this was the best time to tell her so.
She looked so despondent. Phoenix inwardly sighed and put his hands on her shoulders. "Maya." She looked up at him, and he could see the start of tears forming in her eyes.
Geez, she really is getting upset over this. He steeled himself for what was likely to be one of the most awkward and embarrassing pep talks of his life.
"First of all, you are very cute. Very beautiful," he amended when she started to frown. "And while it's true that you may not be as... bountiful as the Chief," he mumbled, "you certainly don't look like a child. If you feel insecure about... about that area, maybe you should focus on, um, other parts."
"Other parts?" Maya blinked, tears receding as she tried to puzzle out his meaning. "What do you mean, Nick? What other parts?"
He looked away and let his hands drop, making a vague gesture towards her. "You know... other parts." He flushed as he tried to explain. "Your, uh, chest isn't the only part of you that attracts attention."
She looked back at the mirror, eyes roaming over her features. "My hair?" she asked.
"No- I mean, yes, your hair is great, but- but I meant... further down." She kept staring at herself, trying to figure out what he meant.
She's really gonna make me say it, isn't she?
"Just turn around, Maya."
She twirled around, peering over her shoulder at her back reflection. After a moment her frown changed to a look of slowly dawning understanding, and she ran her hands over her hips and bent over slightly.
Phoenix was certain his face was as red as Edgeworth's suit.
"Oh!" She straightened and shifted around, trying to look at her backside from different angles. "You mean... You mean I-"
"He means you've got a fantastic booty, Maya!"
She let out a startled gasp, and Phoenix nearly jumped out of his skin as Larry clapped a hand on his shoulder. His mind supplied many questions to ask, such as When did he get here? and How was he able to be so quiet? and How much did he just hear? but all that came out was "Bwah?"
Larry just laughed. "You've got just the right amount of junk in the trunk. Nick should know! His anaconda don't want none unless you-"
"Larry!" Phoenix quickly cut him off before he could spout any more lyrics of that embarrassing old song. Larry grinned.
Maya, laughing at Phoenix's awkwardness, walked over and grabbed his hand. She stood on her tip-toes and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks, Nick. You really know how to make a girl feel better."
"Hey, what about me?" Larry flashed a mischievous smile at Maya.
Maya giggled. "You too, Larry."
"Aw, no kiss for me?"
"Out!" Phoenix pulled them out of the back room and towards the front. "Both of you, out now! Let me finish my paperwork in peace. Go buy some burgers or something."
"Sure thing, Nick!" Maya pushed Larry out the door and looked over at Phoenix. When she caught his eye, she gave him a cheeky grin, wiggled her hips and slapped her behind. Phoenix groaned as she closed the door.
Just what have I unleashed?
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Author's Notes: Just a quick one shot for the meme that resulted in the first fanart I've ever received. Thank you, artistnon!
Fantastic fanart of Maya, done by a kind anon: Maya
