Disclaimer: The word pairings and gut-feelings are mine, the characters belong to Capcom. :D
Mature warning due to brief sensuality and sexual dialog.
Miego, all the way!
Song for this chapter: The Commodores – Brick House
He was sitting naked in the sunlight, just as he always did after a night of ferocious lovemaking. A hot cup of coffee in his favorite white mug adorned his right hand like a ridiculous ceramic bird. This was a seemingly constant accessory. She had insisted on washing it the night before to his dismay, but she'd made it worth his while; and he hadn't been disappointed.
The fragrance of his favorite dark roast blend wafted over her like a dense cloud, chocolate and hazelnut with a hint of citrus. The aroma was a tantalizing reminder of her lover's presence, one that drifted in his wake almost everywhere. At the office she tended to track him this way, though, his sharp laugh almost always preceded him. His energy and passion seemed amplified by the coffee he constantly drank. She chuckled inwardly as this thought, imagining him "taking a day off" from his beverage of choice.
Her name was Mia Fey, best known for her work as a defense attorney for the Grossberg Law Offices. Her secondary calling was beyond law and purely supernatural—she was a renowned spirit medium descending from an ancestral line of spiritualists. However, if this fact were ever to be made public, she knew she'd be made a laughing stock by prosecutors and co-attorneys alike.
Thus, this was a secret she kept closely hidden, except for her magatama, an object not only of personal significance but also spiritual in nature. The magatama—a violet nine-shaped amethyst—when imbued with spiritual energy, could be used as a valuable channeling tool. To most it was seen as a family symbol, a trinket passed down to the daughters of the Fey line. But to those who knew, her pendant was a symbol of great power and prestige; it was the symbol of the Kurain Channeling Technique, only known by her ancestors and self.
However, Mia had left that all behind when her mother had vanished after the DL-6 Incident. She'd become a lawyer solely for this purpose, driven to find the answers to her mother's enigmatic disappearance. Besides, channeling wasn't the life for her—her sister Maya Fey's spiritual potential was much greater.
Mia was glad she'd left the small Kurain Village for the city anyway—it had led her to the Grossberg Law Office, where Mr. Grossberg himself had hired her. She had the pleasure and opportunity to work alongside Diego Armando for the first time, the best attorney in the country as well as her current lover. He had charmed her from the moment she'd first encountered him, despite his arrogance. His saucy sense of humor and lopsided grin never failed to bring a smile to her face. And through working together, they'd become more than close friends. Mia couldn't imagine life without Diego—he was her constant, her comfort, her friend, and her lover.
When she'd first met him, she was skeptical of his brash behavior, mistaking it for competition. Their first year together had been spent in a bitter rivalry, both vying for Mr. Grossberg's ultimate approval. This had ended unexpectedly as, in an act of desperation, Mr. Grossberg had assigned Diego as Mia's legal council on the day of her first trial. As her defendant, Mr. Terry Fawles, took the stand for unprecedented murder, Mia had unexpectedly turned the case on its head with Diego's help, naming one Ms. Dahlia Hawthorne—the defendant's ex-girlfriend—as the mastermind behind the incident. As the trial drew to a close and the verdict was to be announced, Mr. Fawles poisoned himself to protect Dahlia, ultimately stifling the case and declaring the young woman's innocence. This had left an impressionable wound on Mia's heart and she had refused to defend another case again.
During the next three months, Diego became Mia's confidant, a loving guardian who coaxed her out of her suffocating depression. He spent every night by her side, holding her hand as she shed her few tears, eventually banishing them completely with his silent understanding. He'd cradle her until she fell asleep and hold her when she suffered from nightmares, talking soothingly and stroking her hair until she dozed off again.
Mia came to love him then, relying on him for support at first, but eventually respecting him as her equal in all things. She saw him as a Godsend and it was he who had delivered her from her past when she couldn't shake her feelings of regret and self-loathing. Mia then understood that his confidence had been a façade to impress her; that he had admired her quick wit and sharp mind all along.
She allowed the thoughts of her past to fade as her eyes wandered over Diego.
The sun bathed his body in a soft golden light, accentuating his muscular legs and buttocks. Mia couldn't help but allow herself a private smile—he had the best ass she'd ever seen.
Diego leaned back in his chair, his dark brown hair smoothed back untidily—how it always looked so perfect even after a night of sex she never knew. His face glowed in the wash of light, dark eyes shaded by his heavy brow.
"'Morning, my little 'Sex Kitten'. Got some extra beauty sleep today, I see."
He eyed her up and down as he smirked into his steaming cup of coffee. He turned back to their terrace and resumed watching over the hustle and bustle below their city apartment. Her cheeks reddened slightly, feeling quite naked even though she was clothed in her regular work outfit.
"You know," he grinned, "you always look sexy in your business suit. You're so hot you'd burn a cup of my coffee."
He took a sip, relaxing with a quiet sigh.
"It makes me want you even more."
His voice was laden with the same tireless desire she was all too familiar with. He'd read her mind. She could feel the heated tension between them as she bridged the short distance across the kitchen, straddling his disrobed figure.
"I know you'd have me for hours if I let you," she smirked, slipping her tongue between his lips. He always tasted like honey, despite the bitter coffee he regularly consumed. She brushed the tips of her fingers along his dark stubble, taking in the richness and longing of his beautiful brown eyes. His phallus was stiff between her thighs, tight against his stomach like a dark pillar as she pressed against him.
"However," she paused dramatically, the sexual tension making her wish she would stop what she was about to say, "Since we both have work to do, it's not the time. You'll just have to wait until we're home for the night. Maybe it'll stop you from working so late."
He groaned loudly, slumping against the back of the chair.
"You get off on torturing me. I should have known you were a sadist the first day I let eyes on you."
His eyes followed her as she stood, shimmying her dress back down to where it belonged.
"You know me well I see," she smiled innocently, stealing a sip from his outstretched mug. "Now get dressed. You have to be to work on time, just like the rest of us."
"Ha…! You underestimate me again, Kitten. We shall see who is first to arrive at the law office today!"
Mia waved absently over her shoulder as she turned, slipping into her white loafers.
"Well, I'm not waiting for you to get ready. I'll take the train. See you at work, Diego. And try to keep the snake in its cage this time."
As the door clicked shut behind her Diego stood, stretching lazily as he sauntered towards the bedroom. Leaving without a kiss? Maybe she really was a sadist.
Today was the day. Diego nervously thumbed the ring in his pocket. This damn thing's gonna burn its way all the way through by the time I'm off work!
He'd been planning his proposal to Mia for some time—she was his ideal woman in every way he could think of. He grinned and kicked a small rock with the tip of his gloss black shoe. It skittered away into the nearby bushes as he entered the complex's small parking lot.
Cars whistled by along the busy street. Traffic was already bad. The salty pungent tang of pollution created a smoky haze over the rooftops, limiting the light from the sun to a dim orange glow. He breathed in deeply. Ahhh…nothing like the smell of exhaust to make your day complete.
He knew he was one of the few who could aptly appreciate city life. He loved the abundance in culture, people, and foods. Most of all, he loved how every nook seemingly teemed with people. The tiny cafes, the crowded farmer's market, the eclectic variant of nationalities—all of it connected to the city like a functioning limb. Even though not all human intentions were pure, it made each day an exciting new experience.
Diego saw himself as a protector, a keeper of the peace; to defend the innocent and to subject the guilty to their just fate. It wasn't about the verdict—it was about the true intent of the person involved. That's what Mia always told him: "You have a talent at seeing into people's hearts. You choose to see the good in everyone first before the evil."
He supposed this was true, but this trait had never been obvious to him. He loved how Mia showed him his strengths when all he could see were his weaknesses. She truly completed him in every sense of the word.
Unlocking the door to his '89 Honda, he slid his briefcase onto the passenger's seat, perching his fourth cup of coffee in the oversized cup holder beside him; he'd had it made especially for his favorite mug. He realized he'd have to buy a twin to his mug soon if Mia were to be his bride. He couldn't always share!
As he backed out of the near-empty parking lot, Diego mulled over the newest case he'd been assigned. Another murder. He shook his head, sick of dealing with the colorful array of new evidence and details. It all ended the same way, however. The victim died. An innocent was usually indicted and the murderer tried to cover up his mistake. This truly was a backwards system. But that's where he came in. It was his job to weed out truth from lies, unlike prosecutors who simply wanted the guilty verdict.
He fiddled with the steering wheel as he tried to remember whom he'd be investigating today. What was her name…? Ah, Dahlia Hawthorne. He didn't have to meet with her for several more hours though, so he had time to swing by the office. His breathed in contentedly as he imagined Mia there, already poised behind her desk working on gathering evidence into congruent files. She was so cute when she worked. He often snuck up to watch.
"You better not have beaten me there, Kitten," he muttered aloud, his thoughts returning to his plans for the night. Mia and himself were to dine at the top of the space needle. This restaurant was rather exclusive anymore, however, so he'd had to book two months out. He was flying Mia to Seattle tonight just for this special occasion. He'd already 'okayed' the next day off with Grossberg and had their stay scheduled at the Hotel Andra. His mind spun as he imagined her reaction. She would say "yes", of course. And the sex—ah! The sex. After their rendezvous that morning, he was sure they would use their bed for anything but sleeping.
He couldn't keep his mind from wandering. Suddenly, his slacks seemed very tight in the crotch.
"Ah, the affect you have on me; and you know it too," he smirked.
Tonight was their night. Tonight would be a night to remember.