Phoenix

Phoenix," Edgeworth started languidly, "Tell me, what is the matter with you?"

Phoenix's eyes seemed to darken at this question. "What's wrong with me?" He ran his fingers through the obsidian mane spiked upon his head, willing himself to stay calm. He did not wish to say anything he would later regret. "I don't know what you're talking about."

A frown came to Edgeworth's face. It had been a few weeks since he had confessed his feelings for the attorney; a thing he had not wanted to do, but would say that something in his mind tricked him into it. Much to his surprise, Phoenix had agreed to go out with him. However, while they had gone on dates, Phoenix's lips would evade him whenever he attempted to seize them with his own. This was more discouraging than he would have admitted. He had already asked if everything was a mistake, having let his doubt get to him too much, but Phoenix assured him over and over again that it was not the case. "Is the thought of any sort of intimacy with your partner so upsetting?"

Phoenix's eyes hardened, head whipped around to meet Edgeworth's gaze. "Is that all you think about? Can't we just enjoy eachother's company?"

The prosecutor could not figure out why Phoenix appeared so stressed at times. "You know I did not mean it like that. I am not promiscuous. I'm merely curious as to why you will hardly let me hold your hand."

"I think..." Phoenix licked his parched lips, gathering up the words cautiously within the depths of his mind. "I think maybe I got into this too fast."

Edgeworth stood with an indignation about him. It was all he could do not to become overly emotional. His worst dreams were being realized. "Just what do you mean by that?"

"What do you think I mean?" Enraged...

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...you want this?" he asked, ashen grey eyes searching for answers within dark brown. He had to stop himself before there became a real possibility of him taking advantage of Phoenix who he realized he had forced into the kiss.

Phoenix's eyes glazed over with emotion as he reminded himself just what a fool he had been. "I love you," he said with complete sureness. This was something his voice rarely contained. "I don't want this." Edgeworth, too, displayed his foolishness, gazing at Phoenix as if he had been crushed. "I want you." Edgeworth had been true to his feelings for so long, it gaze an amazing thrill to at last do the same. He pulled Edgeworth down; closer; hotter. Their bodies spoke a language they never could, melding a symphony of sheer bliss.

Phoenix knew--and likely always had--that this was something he could never give up. After all, he was no idiot.