[RL with Rachel and Edgeworth] [Backdated to Saturday morning]

[immortal_vino]

Claire was an assassin. At any moment, in his life, someone could come along that might have a grudge against him. He moved in dangerous circles generally, and the fact that no person in their right mind would be dumb enough to actually attack Vino didn't mean that he didn't encounter pretty dumb people on a semi-regular basis

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[ridingfree]

Although a light sleeper herself, Rachel, too, could be lulled into a sense of security by a soft mattress and comforting warmth on either side of her. She gave only a soft murmur at the sound of her name and then snuggled closer to one of those sources of warmth.

Which, of course, just so happened to be Miles Edgeworth's back.

[samriprosecutor]

Miles Edgeworth, on the other hand, was a heavy sleeper (at least when his own mind would let him be) and generally slow to wake. He was also currently recovering from a rather stressful night of being robbed of any chances for restful sleep by a particularly worrying nightmare. As such, he barely registered either of the subtle disturbances to the peace of his bedroom. Aside from shifting back against that comforting warmth, he blissfully slept on, while a pair of piercing brown eyes peered warily at him from the darkness at the side of the bed.

[immortal_vino]

Claire looked around the darkened bedroom. Though he'd spoken Rachel's name, she hadn't really responded much, and both of the other two slept on. He slipped out of the bed cautiously, and prowled around the room curiously, uncaring of the fact that he was naked. There were more important things than worrying about his modesty.

Finally he peeked out a window and stared, his jaw dropping in fascination at the cityscape below.

Okay, it was definitely time that they wake up.

"Wow, Mr. Edgeworth," he said in a carrying voice. "You have a really nice apartment. Do you think you have a robe I could borrow?"

[ridingfree]

His voice caused Rachel to stir, her brow furrowing deeply as she began to wake. "Mm...?" What Claire said hadn't exactly registered; all she knew was that it was loud, and that fact irritated her. She'd obviously been sleeping peacefully. Didn't he have any manners?

She pushed herself up on her elbow, ready to snap at him, when it suddenly occurred to her that she wasn't on the couch anymore. She was on a bed, and she was certain it wasn't hers.

It was then that she also realized that the warmth beside her was, in fact, a body. A man's body.

She shot up from the bed, staring at the figure in horror. How on Earth had she gotten here...? Did Claire really have the audacity to have carried her? The thought made her blood boil, and she was on the verge of storming out, virus be damned, but another figure in her peripheral vision caught her attention. She looked up, only to see Claire's naked body silhouetted by moonlight.

With an audible gasp, she quickly looked away.

"What are you doing?" she demanded. And, more importantly, who