Phoenix Wright - Phoenix/Edgeworth - PGish - Untitled Title: Untitled Author: Emily lightningrapier Fandom: Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Pairing: Phoenix/Miles Rating: PGish Warnings: Spoilers for the second game. Summary: Phoenix finds a way to stop feeling so nervous. Miles uses his investigating powers to let himself into Phoenix's house. Disclaimer: Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth are property of each other Capcom and their creators, who have, in interviews, stated that there is most definitely "an attraction" between the two. As if we needed confirmation. Notes: Written for temps_mort on LJ, prompt "music".
Originally posted at LJ on March 05, 2007. Moved over here because SixApart are douchebags. :D
Phoenix Wright was nervous -- and this time it had nothing to do with being in court.
He'd invited Edgeworth over to his apartment ("For a drink or something, maybe"), for the very first time, and was beginning to seriously regret it.
Miles Edgeworth was excellent at passing judgment on people -- and just what kind of judgment would he pass on Phoenix upon seeing the state of his apartment? Phoenix had never been a very clean man, and though he had little proof (beyond Miles' office, that was), Phoenix was almost certain Edgeworth was the rigidly tidy type. The kind that flipped out over a speck of dust. It was something that was just... a von Karma thing, he supposed.
He'd come home early, not having much to do but look over a few files, and had tried to clean up a little. Every time he felt like he'd gotten a lot done, he'd try to look at it from Miles' point of view and realize that he still had a long way to go.
Eventually, he gave up, slumped against the couch, and stared out the window. The living room was dim -- only lit by a small lamp -- shining light against the coffee table, the window, the piano. It was almost lonely without Maya or Pearls here, he thought. Quiet. Maybe Edgeworth would appreciate that.
Then again... it was almost too quiet. Phoenix chanced a glance towards the files he needed to look over, but the deafening silence was overwhelming, ringing in his ears, making him feel even more nervous about Edgeworth's pending arrival. He needed to relax -- that was for sure. If he showed weakness like this in front of Edgeworth, just because the man was going to show up... well... Phoenix wasn't sure he wanted Miles to see that side of him. He couldn't be vulnerable like that... even outside of court.
His eyes fell on the piano again. Before he knew it, he was sitting on the bench, playing carefully; sweet melodies that drifted through the dim room and floated out around the house. It took his mind off everything -- his nervousness, the files he needed to look over, his newest client's misadventures, Edgeworth. As long as he was playing, Phoenix didn't need to think about anything else.
He didn't even hear the knock on the door, or, after minutes had passed, the knob turning and the front door opening, either. Phoenix was so caught up that he didn't stop until the door had shut and Edgeworth had taken two steps into the living room, a curious and half-amused look on his face. Phoenix glanced up, then stopped, suddenly, hitting a very sour note and watching Edgeworth in slight surprise. He hadn't expected the man to just walk in...
"How long were you--?" he asked, trailing off. Edgeworth paused, looked around, and half-smiled.
"You're not so bad, Wright," he said, and Phoenix sat there, watching him, suddenly not caring so much about his messy living room and how completely uncertain he was about this whole thing at all. He had been betting with himself all day whether Edgeworth would show up or not, and now that he was actually here...
He looked really out-of-place.
Standing from the piano bench, Phoenix returned the smile, a little wider than was completely natural.
"Thanks, Edgeworth." He paused. "I'm glad you came."
They hadn't seen a lot of each other since rescuing Maya and getting Engarde the guilty sentence, and Phoenix was still reveling in having Edgeworth back. He wasn't exactly the same, but maybe that was a good thing...
He'd been so spaced out that he didn't even realize Edgeworth was coming closer until the same sour notes on the piano sounded, a flurry of keys pushed down as the man pushed him back, their bodies tangling as they kissed.