another lawyer fic/drabble thing
I kind of suck lately. Oh, well. Anyway, I hope everyone has a fantastic Christmas, Hannukah, Solstice, Kwanzaa, etc. etc! :D♥
Title: Good Communication
Pairings: Phoenix/Edgeworth
Rating: PG
Words: 507
Warnings: Uh... Slash?
Summary: Suprisingly, Phoenix knows exactly which buttons to press.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Duh.
A/N: Theme 24, written for 30_kisses.
“This is weird,” Phoenix says speaking both their thoughts aloud for the first time.
Edgeworth looks up lazily from his newspaper and Phoenix thinks if there was an award for nonchalance, Edgeworth would win, hands down. “You can leave,” he says perfectly matter-of-fact. “If I recall correctly, it was you who suggested this.”
Phoenix pouts a little, the epitome of maturity. “Well, it’s a pain to have to go home in the morning and change.”
“Then don’t complain.”
“Okay, okay, it’s just-Can I get you anything to drink?”
Edgeworth gives him that look that exists somewhere between confusion and annoyance. “I don’t need you to offer,” he replies slowly, as if explaining a simple concept to a relatively dim-witted child. “They’re my drinks.”
“Then maybe you should be the one asking me,” Phoenix suggests, shrugging innocently.
“Wright, it isn’t as if this is your first time here,” Edgeworth says annoyed. “You know where the drinks are, and you’re welcome to one if you’d like it.”
“I can’t just take something of yours whenever I feel like it!” Phoenix cries, morally outraged.
“You invite yourself over whenever you feel like it,” Edgeworth mutters to himself. Aloud he says, “It’s fine. I’m offering them to you.”
“Thanks, but I’m not all that thirsty anyway.”
Edgeworth gives him the If you don’t stop talking, I will make your existence exceedingly painful look and Phoenix knows enough to take the hint.
Inwardly, Phoenix is both surprised and pleased that Edgeworth agreed to allow him to leave a few spare clothes and other necessities at his posh apartment. Usually, his time in Edgeworth’s apartment consists of them both stumbling (drunkenly) through the doorway and then making their way (hindered by all the frantic kissing and groping) to the bedroom. After they both pass out from sheer exhaustion, Phoenix wakes early, gathers his clothes from the bedroom floor, and tiptoes out the door. It isn’t a particularly romantic scenario to say the least.
Pushing away his thoughts, Phoenix stands abruptly and says, “I’m kind of tired. Maybe I’ll go to bed.”
Edgeworth looks up surprised. “It’s only nine-thirty.”
“Yeah, but I have to get up early.”
“…Alright. Good night,” Edgeworth replies, but theres something reserved about his tone that Phoenix picks up on immediately.
He grins to himself and asks, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“I thought we agreed you were going to be more open.”
Edgeworth gives him a measured look. “I thought we agreed you were going to be less irritating.”
“Edgeworth, I can’t know if you don’t tell me.”
Phoenix sees him playing out the situation in his head and slowly relenting. Checkmate, he thinks triumphantly.
“Fine,” Edgeworth mutters after a moment.
“Fine,” Phoenix echoes cheerfully.
“To be honest, I thought we were going to have sex,” Edgeworth says flatly, but the pink flush spreading across his features betrays his embarrassment.
“Seriously?” Phoenix asks.
Edgeworth remains silent, but his You’re pushing your luck glare is enough of an affirmation.
“Oh, good,” Phoenix says kissing him quickly on the cheek. “You know, I was hoping you’d say that.”
Title: Good Communication
Pairings: Phoenix/Edgeworth
Rating: PG
Words: 507
Warnings: Uh... Slash?
Summary: Suprisingly, Phoenix knows exactly which buttons to press.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Duh.
A/N: Theme 24, written for 30_kisses.
“This is weird,” Phoenix says speaking both their thoughts aloud for the first time.
Edgeworth looks up lazily from his newspaper and Phoenix thinks if there was an award for nonchalance, Edgeworth would win, hands down. “You can leave,” he says perfectly matter-of-fact. “If I recall correctly, it was you who suggested this.”
Phoenix pouts a little, the epitome of maturity. “Well, it’s a pain to have to go home in the morning and change.”
“Then don’t complain.”
“Okay, okay, it’s just-Can I get you anything to drink?”
Edgeworth gives him that look that exists somewhere between confusion and annoyance. “I don’t need you to offer,” he replies slowly, as if explaining a simple concept to a relatively dim-witted child. “They’re my drinks.”
“Then maybe you should be the one asking me,” Phoenix suggests, shrugging innocently.
“Wright, it isn’t as if this is your first time here,” Edgeworth says annoyed. “You know where the drinks are, and you’re welcome to one if you’d like it.”
“I can’t just take something of yours whenever I feel like it!” Phoenix cries, morally outraged.
“You invite yourself over whenever you feel like it,” Edgeworth mutters to himself. Aloud he says, “It’s fine. I’m offering them to you.”
“Thanks, but I’m not all that thirsty anyway.”
Edgeworth gives him the If you don’t stop talking, I will make your existence exceedingly painful look and Phoenix knows enough to take the hint.
Inwardly, Phoenix is both surprised and pleased that Edgeworth agreed to allow him to leave a few spare clothes and other necessities at his posh apartment. Usually, his time in Edgeworth’s apartment consists of them both stumbling (drunkenly) through the doorway and then making their way (hindered by all the frantic kissing and groping) to the bedroom. After they both pass out from sheer exhaustion, Phoenix wakes early, gathers his clothes from the bedroom floor, and tiptoes out the door. It isn’t a particularly romantic scenario to say the least.
Pushing away his thoughts, Phoenix stands abruptly and says, “I’m kind of tired. Maybe I’ll go to bed.”
Edgeworth looks up surprised. “It’s only nine-thirty.”
“Yeah, but I have to get up early.”
“…Alright. Good night,” Edgeworth replies, but theres something reserved about his tone that Phoenix picks up on immediately.
He grins to himself and asks, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“I thought we agreed you were going to be more open.”
Edgeworth gives him a measured look. “I thought we agreed you were going to be less irritating.”
“Edgeworth, I can’t know if you don’t tell me.”
Phoenix sees him playing out the situation in his head and slowly relenting. Checkmate, he thinks triumphantly.
“Fine,” Edgeworth mutters after a moment.
“Fine,” Phoenix echoes cheerfully.
“To be honest, I thought we were going to have sex,” Edgeworth says flatly, but the pink flush spreading across his features betrays his embarrassment.
“Seriously?” Phoenix asks.
Edgeworth remains silent, but his You’re pushing your luck glare is enough of an affirmation.
“Oh, good,” Phoenix says kissing him quickly on the cheek. “You know, I was hoping you’d say that.”