Simple
Title: Simple
Summary: Most things in their lives are complicated. This isn't.
Prompt: Far too often I see Edgewright fics where they're both like "Demo he'd never love a baka like me, desu," or "It's just a crush and he's not gay, and neither am I!" But what if they both felt comfortable with their homosexuality/bisexuality and could both read facial cues well (like in canon) and thus figured out their mutual attraction naturally. No need for alcohol to loosen their inhibitions or anything, just a mutual and 100% consensual shindig.
It began with the glances. They lasted a little too long, just enough that Phoenix found himself noticing and wondering. Sometimes their eyes met, and while he always tried to play it off as nothing, he got the feeling that Edgeworth was doing the same.
Next were the smiles. Little grins, nothing too noticeable for most, but Phoenix had sharp eyes and he saw. More than saw, he recognized those smiles, because they were just the same sort of little grins he got himself, and for the same reasons. He hoped for the same reasons. He thought probably. His own smiles were growing more frequent, and he saw Edgeworth notice them too, and they grew a little wider though he tried to bite them back, just in case he was wrong.
He knew he was right when the touching began. Once again, it was only little things; brushing past each other, fingers bumping as they paid for the check, that sort of incidental little touching that happens to everyone, just not nearly this often. Phoenix was responsible for at least half of it - but only half, and finally, the touches began to linger longer and longer, glances colliding, small smiles unfolding identically at each other.
The whole thing was very quiet, and gradual - a welcome change of pace from the drama in the rest of their lives. A calm, secret, unspoken little pleasure that persisted for much longer than it should have because Phoenix felt unaccountably nervous about ruining this with words.
They never really did talk about it. At first it was just work, then friendship, and then their meetings grew more frequent and finally slid into dates, and Phoenix kissed Edgeworth long and slow outside his front door one night, and the next Edgeworth parked his sports car at Gourd Lake and they necked a little more before going back to discussing their latest case.
Even revealing their relationship to the public seemed to happen simply; it just slipped out, the next time Oldbag was having a good rant at Edgeworth: "Sorry, he's taken."
Phoenix didn't even especially mind Oldbag flirting with Edgeworth (he thought it was hilarious) but the words seemed to leave his mouth of their own volition and no one was surprised. Maya nodded wisely along, Gumshoe was beaming proudly as though he'd had something to do with it, and Larry just took it as an opportunity to make a pass at Maya. Even Oldbag just huffed in irritation and turned her attentions to the Judge.
Phoenix glanced over at Edgeworth, who was glancing back, and they smiled identical small smiles, and it really was that simple, it really was, and after the trial was over they left the courtroom together and held hands in the parking lot where they could pretend no one would see even though they knew everyone probably would.
And it was just that, just enough.
Summary: Most things in their lives are complicated. This isn't.
Prompt: Far too often I see Edgewright fics where they're both like "Demo he'd never love a baka like me, desu," or "It's just a crush and he's not gay, and neither am I!" But what if they both felt comfortable with their homosexuality/bisexuality and could both read facial cues well (like in canon) and thus figured out their mutual attraction naturally. No need for alcohol to loosen their inhibitions or anything, just a mutual and 100% consensual shindig.
It began with the glances. They lasted a little too long, just enough that Phoenix found himself noticing and wondering. Sometimes their eyes met, and while he always tried to play it off as nothing, he got the feeling that Edgeworth was doing the same.
Next were the smiles. Little grins, nothing too noticeable for most, but Phoenix had sharp eyes and he saw. More than saw, he recognized those smiles, because they were just the same sort of little grins he got himself, and for the same reasons. He hoped for the same reasons. He thought probably. His own smiles were growing more frequent, and he saw Edgeworth notice them too, and they grew a little wider though he tried to bite them back, just in case he was wrong.
He knew he was right when the touching began. Once again, it was only little things; brushing past each other, fingers bumping as they paid for the check, that sort of incidental little touching that happens to everyone, just not nearly this often. Phoenix was responsible for at least half of it - but only half, and finally, the touches began to linger longer and longer, glances colliding, small smiles unfolding identically at each other.
The whole thing was very quiet, and gradual - a welcome change of pace from the drama in the rest of their lives. A calm, secret, unspoken little pleasure that persisted for much longer than it should have because Phoenix felt unaccountably nervous about ruining this with words.
They never really did talk about it. At first it was just work, then friendship, and then their meetings grew more frequent and finally slid into dates, and Phoenix kissed Edgeworth long and slow outside his front door one night, and the next Edgeworth parked his sports car at Gourd Lake and they necked a little more before going back to discussing their latest case.
Even revealing their relationship to the public seemed to happen simply; it just slipped out, the next time Oldbag was having a good rant at Edgeworth: "Sorry, he's taken."
Phoenix didn't even especially mind Oldbag flirting with Edgeworth (he thought it was hilarious) but the words seemed to leave his mouth of their own volition and no one was surprised. Maya nodded wisely along, Gumshoe was beaming proudly as though he'd had something to do with it, and Larry just took it as an opportunity to make a pass at Maya. Even Oldbag just huffed in irritation and turned her attentions to the Judge.
Phoenix glanced over at Edgeworth, who was glancing back, and they smiled identical small smiles, and it really was that simple, it really was, and after the trial was over they left the courtroom together and held hands in the parking lot where they could pretend no one would see even though they knew everyone probably would.
And it was just that, just enough.