[RL 24: We've never done this before; Phoenix, Edgeworth]

((Taking place about a week after Edgeworth's birthday party and the events that followed. Er, and this entry contains implications of sex. Nothing to really garner a rating, but uh... just so you know. :D))

When it was over he collapsed onto his back and stared at the ceiling. The memory foam mattress sank under him, absorbing the heat rolling off his bare skin and easing pressure on his strained muscles. The soft cotton sheets clung to him, damp and soon to be sticky; Edgeworth wrinkled his nose, but couldn't yet bring himself to care about anything beyond the slowing of his heartbeat, and the sounds of his own deep, heavy breathing mingling with the panting from the other side of the bed.

He let his head loll to the side, just far enough to catch slightly tanned, sweat-slick skin out of the corner of his eye. His partner's mouth hung open, and his half-lidded gaze was directed at the ceiling. Edgeworth watched his chest rise and fall for a while, then let his eyes travel back to Wright's reddened lips.

His tone was insufferably smug as he finally broke the silence. "You seem a bit breathless."

54: [Not posted] Love

My father loved my mother. His every action spoke to it, though as I was a child the truth of the connection was veiled behind the roles of 'father' and 'mother.' That they were in love was clear, of course--they were parents, they were meant to love each other. It was the reality of that love that escaped me; what was truly signified by the looks exchanged across the dinner table, or the parting kiss, which was given every morning without fail. Only as an adult can I think back on the evidence and reach the correct conclusion (a conclusion that will always be incomplete, as there were aspects of their love that were intended for them alone).

My mother left, as people inevitably do...but their love didn't die with her. Life is rarely so merciful. My father continued to love her...he was never able to stop.

Love isn't what Larry persists in chasing. It's not what society endeavors to force on us, what it tells us is necessary for fulfillment and happiness. Few find love. Fewer recognize it for what it is. Most won't attain it, and few of those that do will truly deserve it.

...The question of my own masochistic tendencies seems to have been answered.



((OOC: Taking place shortly after this RL. He began this as a private entry, then it morphed into something else. It ended up far too obvious for him to post, so for fear of the entry being hacked he simply saved it on his computer instead.

Also, in preparation for Secrets [OMG SECRETS TOMORROW] I posted all of Edgeworth's prior secrets to his LJ scrapbook here, along with explanations for all of them.))