Heat of Summer
Words: 1153
Characters: Miles Edgeworth/Phoenix Wright
Rating: PG
Warnings: Warning for fluff and KISSING. OH NO.
Summary: Edgeworth stays over, and Phoenix wants to make a day of it.
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It was nearly nine AM when he rolled over and peered at the clock, cursing his mind for letting him sleep too late, and cursing his host for not waking him. Of course, it was the weekend, but that was absolutely no reason to be sleeping in. He couldn't remember when he had dozed off- sometime between five and six AM, when the sun was just threatening to rise and the neon sign was still blinking through Phoenix's blinded window. Phoenix was snoring softly, his breathing deep and even, interrupted only by a half-mumbling of something that may have been "no, Maya, no more burgers". The blue striped comforter had been kicked off at some point, leaving them with only the sheet to cover over what had been sweat-sticky skin.
Three hours of sleep. He was surprised he even made it that long without waking up. True, the worst of his nightmares were behind him, but he still had them, and something inside of him would have hated to show that weakness to anyone- least of all Phoenix Wright. Lord only knew what the man might do if he did know. He sighed, running a hand through what he knew was his horridly untidy bed hair and found himself climbing out of bed to slip on his boxers. He paused outside of the door, and he could hear that voice on the other side of it. There was a moment of hesitation that he shook his head about. Phoenix was, no doubt, carrying on a conversation over the phone.
He opened the door.
"Yeah, Maya, I know, alright? Christ." Phoenix peeked his head out from the kitchen, and his ridiculous hair was messy, falling down over his eyes. He was holding a pan, and grinning as he braced the phone against his shoulder and took a spatula to the pan. "Oh, alright, yeah, I know. No, I didn't forget about the season premiere today. Yeah, I can record it for you. Listen, Maya, I gotta go. No, he's not- Yeah, alright you got me. Later, okay?" He chuckled nervously and slipped the phone down into his right hand and it beeped off as he set the pan back on the stove. He was only marginally more dressed than Edgeworth was- a white undershirt accompanied his boxers, and he smiled.
"Morning." He grinned that same stupid smile, and Miles had to shake his head at it.
"Good morning. I hope it is not customary to let your guests sleep late."
"Oh, come on, Edgeworth. It's only nine." Edgeworth made a small sound in reply, and he cracked open the fridge, fishing out the half-empty jug of milk and grabbed himself a glass. Something told him that he was the only one that bothered with this- no doubt Phoenix could be caught drinking straight from the jug. He poured himself a glass and sat down at the small table.
"Anyway, I thought you might not mind if I got a head start. You know, doing breakfast. How do you like your eggs?"
Edgeworth blinked a few times, setting down the glass. Had he been ordering in a restaurant, he would have had a quick reply, but here...this was something he had never prepared for, something he had no idea how to react to. True, they had only been together for a handful of months, but it was out of his area of expertise. "...over hard."
"Okay." And Phoenix turned back to him with a boyish grin. "Do you want oatmeal? I have bacon, too..." There was a plate of it set in front of him on the table.
"I am perfectly capable of seeing that for myself, Wright. I will have coffee."
Phoenix, back turned to him, rolled his eyes and mouthed something to himself- 'Oooookay'. "Maya wanted to know how you were doing."
Miles paused. "Did she know that I was here?"
"Well, yeah, I mean..."
"You told her." He looked over at Phoenix, who remained steadfastly concentrated on the eggs he was scrambling.
"It might have slipped out, yeah."
"Wright, I..." He shook his head. There wasn't any reason to keep their relations a secret, was there? He rose from his seat, turning his attention to a mug and the coffee maker. He was out of his area of expertise here. The purely physical he was accustomed to, and he could deal with that well enough- it was the concept of an actual relationship that gave him pause, and he wasn't about to explain that to Phoenix Wright.
"You what, Miles?" Phoenix looked over, smiling hopefully.
"Nothing."
"Oh, come on."
Edgeworth didn't even give him the benefit of a shake of the head, instead returning to the table and pouring some of his milk into the coffee. The rest was downed quickly, and Phoenix shoveled the eggs onto a plate and grabbed a fork to sit opposite of Miles and poke at them. He was the one who finally broke the silence, grinning sheepishly.
"I had fun last night."
"I should hope so."
"No, really." He shrugged a bit. "I like spending time with you."
Miles raised his eyebrow a bit, and nodded. He did like spending time with him, right? That was the only reason he would be here with this man, half naked in his kitchen and drinking coffee.
"Anyway, I'll bet you have stuff to get to, r-right?"
"I have nothing on my agenda for today."
Phoenix's face lit up, and he chuckled a bit. "Great! I mean, that's good, Edgeworth. Maybe..." He took a bite of his eggs. "...Maya's going to come into town. You wanna watch some TV with us?" The prospect seemed less than thrilling, and so Phoenix figured he'd play his trump card. "The Steel Samurai season premiere is later."
Damn the man. Phoenix would always know his weaknesses. Miles took a drink of his coffee. "That sounds reasonable."
"Good! Alright, well..." He took another bite, before standing and scraping the rest of the eggs into the trash and tossing the plate into the sink. "I have a little work to do. Wanna come along?"
Miles raised an eyebrow. "I assume that this is an invitation to show you how a real attorney handles an investigation."
"Sure, you can call it that, Edgeworth." Phoenix smirked, folding his arms across his chest.
"Well, then. I suppose I'll have to get dressed."
"Yeah, me too." And Phoenix stepped closer then, resting his hands on Miles's broad shoulders and resting his lips on his. "But no rush, alright?"
Miles's hands had alright closed the distance between their bodies, slipping under the shirt and resting on Phoenix's waist. He smirked when he spoke. "Of course not."
He was still smirking when the bedroom door closed behind them.
Characters: Miles Edgeworth/Phoenix Wright
Rating: PG
Warnings: Warning for fluff and KISSING. OH NO.
Summary: Edgeworth stays over, and Phoenix wants to make a day of it.
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It was nearly nine AM when he rolled over and peered at the clock, cursing his mind for letting him sleep too late, and cursing his host for not waking him. Of course, it was the weekend, but that was absolutely no reason to be sleeping in. He couldn't remember when he had dozed off- sometime between five and six AM, when the sun was just threatening to rise and the neon sign was still blinking through Phoenix's blinded window. Phoenix was snoring softly, his breathing deep and even, interrupted only by a half-mumbling of something that may have been "no, Maya, no more burgers". The blue striped comforter had been kicked off at some point, leaving them with only the sheet to cover over what had been sweat-sticky skin.
Three hours of sleep. He was surprised he even made it that long without waking up. True, the worst of his nightmares were behind him, but he still had them, and something inside of him would have hated to show that weakness to anyone- least of all Phoenix Wright. Lord only knew what the man might do if he did know. He sighed, running a hand through what he knew was his horridly untidy bed hair and found himself climbing out of bed to slip on his boxers. He paused outside of the door, and he could hear that voice on the other side of it. There was a moment of hesitation that he shook his head about. Phoenix was, no doubt, carrying on a conversation over the phone.
He opened the door.
"Yeah, Maya, I know, alright? Christ." Phoenix peeked his head out from the kitchen, and his ridiculous hair was messy, falling down over his eyes. He was holding a pan, and grinning as he braced the phone against his shoulder and took a spatula to the pan. "Oh, alright, yeah, I know. No, I didn't forget about the season premiere today. Yeah, I can record it for you. Listen, Maya, I gotta go. No, he's not- Yeah, alright you got me. Later, okay?" He chuckled nervously and slipped the phone down into his right hand and it beeped off as he set the pan back on the stove. He was only marginally more dressed than Edgeworth was- a white undershirt accompanied his boxers, and he smiled.
"Morning." He grinned that same stupid smile, and Miles had to shake his head at it.
"Good morning. I hope it is not customary to let your guests sleep late."
"Oh, come on, Edgeworth. It's only nine." Edgeworth made a small sound in reply, and he cracked open the fridge, fishing out the half-empty jug of milk and grabbed himself a glass. Something told him that he was the only one that bothered with this- no doubt Phoenix could be caught drinking straight from the jug. He poured himself a glass and sat down at the small table.
"Anyway, I thought you might not mind if I got a head start. You know, doing breakfast. How do you like your eggs?"
Edgeworth blinked a few times, setting down the glass. Had he been ordering in a restaurant, he would have had a quick reply, but here...this was something he had never prepared for, something he had no idea how to react to. True, they had only been together for a handful of months, but it was out of his area of expertise. "...over hard."
"Okay." And Phoenix turned back to him with a boyish grin. "Do you want oatmeal? I have bacon, too..." There was a plate of it set in front of him on the table.
"I am perfectly capable of seeing that for myself, Wright. I will have coffee."
Phoenix, back turned to him, rolled his eyes and mouthed something to himself- 'Oooookay'. "Maya wanted to know how you were doing."
Miles paused. "Did she know that I was here?"
"Well, yeah, I mean..."
"You told her." He looked over at Phoenix, who remained steadfastly concentrated on the eggs he was scrambling.
"It might have slipped out, yeah."
"Wright, I..." He shook his head. There wasn't any reason to keep their relations a secret, was there? He rose from his seat, turning his attention to a mug and the coffee maker. He was out of his area of expertise here. The purely physical he was accustomed to, and he could deal with that well enough- it was the concept of an actual relationship that gave him pause, and he wasn't about to explain that to Phoenix Wright.
"You what, Miles?" Phoenix looked over, smiling hopefully.
"Nothing."
"Oh, come on."
Edgeworth didn't even give him the benefit of a shake of the head, instead returning to the table and pouring some of his milk into the coffee. The rest was downed quickly, and Phoenix shoveled the eggs onto a plate and grabbed a fork to sit opposite of Miles and poke at them. He was the one who finally broke the silence, grinning sheepishly.
"I had fun last night."
"I should hope so."
"No, really." He shrugged a bit. "I like spending time with you."
Miles raised his eyebrow a bit, and nodded. He did like spending time with him, right? That was the only reason he would be here with this man, half naked in his kitchen and drinking coffee.
"Anyway, I'll bet you have stuff to get to, r-right?"
"I have nothing on my agenda for today."
Phoenix's face lit up, and he chuckled a bit. "Great! I mean, that's good, Edgeworth. Maybe..." He took a bite of his eggs. "...Maya's going to come into town. You wanna watch some TV with us?" The prospect seemed less than thrilling, and so Phoenix figured he'd play his trump card. "The Steel Samurai season premiere is later."
Damn the man. Phoenix would always know his weaknesses. Miles took a drink of his coffee. "That sounds reasonable."
"Good! Alright, well..." He took another bite, before standing and scraping the rest of the eggs into the trash and tossing the plate into the sink. "I have a little work to do. Wanna come along?"
Miles raised an eyebrow. "I assume that this is an invitation to show you how a real attorney handles an investigation."
"Sure, you can call it that, Edgeworth." Phoenix smirked, folding his arms across his chest.
"Well, then. I suppose I'll have to get dressed."
"Yeah, me too." And Phoenix stepped closer then, resting his hands on Miles's broad shoulders and resting his lips on his. "But no rush, alright?"
Miles's hands had alright closed the distance between their bodies, slipping under the shirt and resting on Phoenix's waist. He smirked when he spoke. "Of course not."
He was still smirking when the bedroom door closed behind them.