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

[samuraiprosecutor]

((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."

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[attorneyatlol]

Edgeworth’s voice was dripping with such self-satisfaction, Phoenix couldn’t help but roll his eyes, forcing his breath to even out (or trying to, at least; it wasn’t particularly effective). “Well, yeah,” he panted. “It’s kind of hard to- hard to breathe when your lungs are being crushed by your legs, you know.”

[samuraiprosecutor]

The mental replay the words invoked was enough to quicken Edgeworth's heartbeat again. He struggled to bring his breathing under control, and only replied when he could be certain it would remain steady. "I don't recall you voicing any complaints at the time."

[attorneyatlol]

“I don’t think I would have been able to if I tried.” The remark was delivered with an affectionately teasing tone and punctuated by a short, breathless chuckle.

[samuraiprosecutor]

"I wasn't aware it was so taxing for you." His smirk belied the mock concern that layered his tone. "You'd prefer less enthusiasm?"

Images of just what had inspired such enthusiasm continued to play through his mind; he allowed his eyes to roam distractedly down his partner's body, and a dull heat began to suffuse his own body in response.

[attorneyatlol]

Phoenix sported a sly smirk of his own and slowly turned his head toward his companion, one eyebrow cocked. “Would you be able to manage that?”

[samuraiprosecutor]

He contemplated responding with a dismissive wave of his hand, then decided the movement would require far too much effort. "As you're well aware, I have a great deal of willpower."

[attorneyatlol]

“Too bad it’s canceled out by a lack of self-control,” he teased. Breath finally caught, Phoenix lifted his head and managed to roll ungracefully onto his stomach, gently throwing an arm across Edgeworth’s chest in the process. He grinned against the other man’s shoulder and traced circles over his skin. “Unless all of that was for my benefit.”

[samuraiprosecutor]

Edgeworth only tensed a moment at the contact, reflexively, before hesitantly running his fingers along his partner's skin and settling his palm across his upper arm. The weight on his chest was oddly comforting, but the light caress of Wright's fingertip and the press of firm, heated skin against his side were increasingly distracting.

"You flatter yourself." The words were spoken casually; Edgeworth hoped the darkness hid the full-body flush that accompanied them.

[attorneyatlol]

Phoenix chuckled and pressed a kiss against Edgeworth’s sweat-slicked skin. “Like you’re one to talk. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone with a bigger ego.”

[samuraiprosecutor]

The kiss prompted a memory; the taste of salt, his own teeth gently worrying delicate skin, one of those pleading moans he was always so eager to hear repeated, to draw out from Wright's throat. Edgeworth determinedly ignored the shiver that tickled his spine.

"At least I'm more entitled to my egotism than most."

[attorneyatlol]

“Oh yeah?” A kiss against Edgeworth’s neck followed. “Do you have evidence to back up that claim?”

[samuraiprosecutor]

"I wouldn't have made the claim if I didn't." Several very specific muscles twitched in response to the challenge in Wright's voice. Edgeworth turned his head to smirk down at him, his grip on his partner's arm tightening slightly. "After all, evidence is everything."

[attorneyatlol]

“True.” Phoenix took the opportunity to capture Edgeworth’s lips with his own, lingering for a moment before he smiled against them. “Then I guess you won’t mind presenting it again for further inspection.”

[samuraiprosecutor]

Edgeworth barely managed to choke back on an embarrassing groan, but manage he did; despite his body's insistence he had no intention of giving in just yet. He rolled over (ignoring the minor pang that came with the loss of Wright's arm against his chest) and propped himself on his elbow, leaning over his partner. His smirk spoke volumes.

"As often as is necessary to prove my point."

[attorneyatlol]

Phoenix smirked in kind. With a groan, he slowly turned on his side and wound his arm around Edgeworth again, drawing the other man closer and entwining their legs. “Maybe after a short recess,” he said apologetically. “The defense needs time to, er… gather its own evidence.”

[samuraiprosecutor]

"Do try to keep up, Wright." His tone was mocking, but despite his words he was relieved by the respite...and suddenly uncomfortably aware of how undeniably ludicrous the exchange had become. ''Evidence?' Dear god...' Cursing the both of them for fools, he averted his eyes, squirming slightly under Wright's arm.

[attorneyatlol]

The response prompted an amused, noncommittal ‘hmm’ as Phoenix scooted closer, nestling his head against Edgeworth’s chest. He pressed his lips to the other man’s collarbone, but the kiss was cut short by a stifled yawn, which—in turn—dissolved into a lazy chuckle.

[samuraiprosecutor]

Edgeworth rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help the disappointment his partner's yawn stirred. His skin still prickled with warmth, but a sweet ache was building in his chest, overshadowing the slight frustration of potentially thwarted gratification. Brows furrowing, he let himself relax into the bed again, hesitated, then ran his hand slowly, tentatively down Wright's side, stopping on his hip.

[attorneyatlol]

Phoenix smiled and let his own hand trail down Edgeworth’s back, stopping at the base of the other man’s spine where he gently kneaded circles at a contentedly slow pace. Eyes sliding shut, his lips found Edgeworth’s collarbone again, lightly lingering against his flesh this time. His breath was rapidly evening out; he probably wouldn’t be for this world much longer.

[samuraiprosecutor]

All thoughts of further activity faded with the gentle touch of his lips. Edgeworth found he didn't mind; there was no disappointment with Wright's reassuring weight curled against him, with his fingers softly working his flesh. Even the quiet susurrus of his breathing was...comforting. It felt as though...

Hesitantly he craned his neck forward to rest his chin on the top of his partner's head. The sharp scent of sweat hit him, its impact blunted by the sweet, clean smell of Wright's shampoo, and as his eyes slid shut he squeezed Wright's hip.

[attorneyatlol]

Even as sleep threatened to claim him, Phoenix bent his head back and took the opportunity to kiss the underside of Edgeworth’s jaw. “We’ve never done this before,” he mumbled against his companion’s skin, still smiling.

[samuraiprosecutor]

A shiver crept up Edgeworth's spine. For a moment he groped for some comfortable piece of banter: something familiar, something guarded.

"This would be the...first time." The possibility of a second, a third, was carried by his tone as much as by his words.

[attorneyatlol]

His smile turned into a slight grin. “No objections,” he murmured, an obvious hint of amusement lacing his tone. His hand stopped its ministrations and traveled up to Edgeworth’s shoulder, pulling him even closer as Phoenix buried his face in the crook of the other man’s neck. The scent of sweat and sex still lingered on their bodies and in the air, but there was something else, a feeling not as easily named.

In the midst of dozing, he wondered… “Are you happy, Miles?”

[samuraiprosecutor]

The force with which the question hit him was shocking; it caused him to flinch and shift uncomfortably in his partner's arms. Phoenix's hot breath caressed his neck and his arms encircled him, the hardness of muscle hidden beneath smooth flesh. The question hung between them.

Miles finally buried himself in the chaos of Phoenix's ebony hair. Slowly his lips parted, his grip on his partner's shoulder tightening as he--

[samuraiprosecutor]

He awoke with a violent start, a word dying on his lips before it could be said. The scream of the alarm was ignored as he stared, wide-eyed, at the empty sheets beside him.

Eventually a shudder racked his body, as the chill of the apartment began to seep into his bare skin. He climbed out of bed, his movements stiff and his face expressionless, and turned off the alarm before disappearing into the bathroom.