This is what happens when I let my mind wander by itself. It needs some adult supervision. Anyway, Wright/Edgeworth fluff alert. Its so fluffy my bunny slippers are jealous. Mild spoilers for JFA. It's not beta read so proceed with caution!

Phoenix Wright laughed out loud at the little TV in Miles's kitchen. He was watching the food channel eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Highly ironic, he thought as he drank his milk. Miles had taken Pess for a walk and called Phoenix telling him he had somethings he needed to take care of at the courthouse, since it was Saturday and practically no one would be there. Oh and he would be stopping at the store, what did he want for dinner?

Phoenix always took advantage of the time he spent alone in Miles large expansive house, sliding on his sock -feet over the kitchen linoleum, or listening to his music loud on the expensive surround sound stereo. After the Engarde trial, Phoenix began having nightmares and turned to Miles for support. His silver-haired enemy of the court reluctantly let him stay on the couch, but Phoenix ended up in Miles bed after almost getting pummeled one evening. Miles had a long day at court, and all he wanted to do was draw a bath and go to bed. He did just that, forgetting that Phoenix was sleeping quietly on his couch. Miles woke in the middle of the night to a loud moan emanating from his living room. His head still foggy from sleep, Miles ran into the living room ready to fight, and found Phoenix sitting straight up on his couch. The moonlight streaming through the picture windows emphasized the horrified look on the dark haired mans face and Miles came to his senses. Thats when he decided that Phoenix should sleep in his bed so he wouldn't end up with a bloody nose. Now, three weeks later, Phoenix was moved in and living with Miles.

Phoenix turned to the sink and washed his glass and was just about to turn the TV off, when his favorite show came on. He ran into the living room and hopped into the couch and turned on the big screen. There she was all bright eyed and bubbly; with her dark hair and pretty smile, she reminded Phoenix of his mother. He was always amazed at the way she could come up with a family sized meal in less than thirty minutes.

"I'm going to do something different today," She announced in her merry yet scratchy voice. "I've gotten a lot of emails lately asking me to whip up meals for two people. I thought what a good idea! So I have a couple of really easy recipes that my mom passed to me for those romantic evenings or just to say thank you to someone." Phoenix rubbed his chin thoughtfully and hit the record button on the DVR. Just to say thank you ...

"Phoenix Wright!" Miles's voice startled the dark-haired man off the couch. Miles suppressed the urge to laugh. Pess came running to Phoenix and proceeded to cover him in his fur and saliva. "Why do you insist on watching that irritating woman? She's not professionally trained and shes too happy for her own good." Phoenix hopped up to help Miles with the bags he had in his hands. Phoenix was amazed that as well off as Miles was, he was environmentally sound. 'Recycle everything we possibly can,' he would say. 'I don't want to be buried in plastic bottles and cell phones when I die.' They plopped the bags with a local good food store logo on them on the island separating the kitchen and dining rooms. "You haven't answered my question, Phoenix," Miles said as he put the contents of the bags away. Phoenix also wondered why he didn't have a maid or a butler.

"Well, she reminds me of my mom. I miss my mom." Miles glanced at Phoenix. He never talked about his parents before.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No not really." Miles eyed him again. "Hey what are we having for dinner?"

"Do you mean what am I making for dinner?" Miles voice had a sarcastic edge to it as he put away the last item. Phoenix rolled his eyes.

"Alright, I get the hint." He chuckled. "But you never let me order take-out for us, so its either you cook or we go out."

Miles's nose wrinkled at the thought of any take-out food, if it could be called food.

"Well, maybe one of these days I will have the patience to teach you to cook something, even if its ... ugh ... macaroni and cheese. " Miles sighed. "I still cannot believe you don't know how to make the simple things."

Phoenix shifted and rubbed his neck. "I, uh, my mom was very busy. Oh look, Pess needs food." He ducked into the cabinet to grab Pess's food and Miles just shook his head.

Two days later, Phoenix came home with his own hands full of grocery bags. Pess jumped on him as he set the bags down. He greeted her with a scratch behind the ear and put her outside to play and do her duties. He brought his cell phone out of his pocket and called Maya to ask her to do a favor for him. She said yes and excitedly asked if Pearls could help as well. He chuckled as he said yes and said goodbye.

"Now to get to work." He shrugged out of his signature blue jacket and rolled up his sleeves.

Three hours later, Phoenix was lighting the last candle as he heard the front door open and Miles call out that he was home. Maya and Pearls grinned excitedly and ran into the kitchen to hide and watch. Miles walked into the dining room, a shocked look on his face.

"Wha-... who ...what is going on?" Phoenix pleased with himself, and feeling brave, walked over and bussed Miles on the cheek. He loved to catch him off guard.

"Take off your jacket and that silly thing around your neck and have a seat." Phoenix walked into the kitchen and when he returned with two plates of hot food in his hands, Miles was in the same spot, mouth agape. Phoenix chuckled as he set the plates on the table and walked over to Miles.

"Is everything okay?" He asked as he stood behind Miles to help take off his coat.

"I, uh, you cooked?" Miles looked at him over his shoulder.

"Yes, I did!" Phoenix then put a hand on his shoulder and whispered into his ear. "I guess that irritating woman is good for something after all!" Miles shivered. Not only was Phoenix's voice intoxicating, the food smelled divine.

After sitting and getting over his initial shock, Miles lifted his fork and hesitantly took a bite. It was a simple meal, but he could tell that Phoenix put a lot of effort and love into it.

"Phoenix, I do believe you have out done yourself." He paused and raised his glass of water, but before he could speak again, Phoenix interrupted.

"Wait, I almost forgot!" He got up from the table and disappeared into the kitchen, then returned with a clear bottle with a light golden liquid, and a towel, presenting the wine in a "waiterly" fashion. Miles smirked at his friend, but realized the bottle that Phoenix presented him was no ordinary wine. He grabbed it and took a closer look.

"Phoenix, do you realize what this is?"

"A bottle of your most favorite expensive wine?" The dark haired man tilted his head and sat down.

"But how.."

Phoenix's grin reached from ear to ear as he took the bottle back and carefully opened it.

"I have my ways," Miles looked at Phoenix in a whole new light as he poured the wine.

"I did this today to thank you, Miles, for helping me through this difficult time in my life and for letting me move in." They touched glasses and Miles closed his eyes to savor the delicate flavors of the wine. Phoenix watched him as he sat his glass down. It wasn't the worst thing he had ever drank, but he never developed a taste for wine.

Conversation was light, and when they were done Miles started to clear the table. Phoenix put a hand on his arm to stop him.

"Leave these; they'll get done, I promise. I have more surprises." Miles's brow furrowed at the prospect of leaving dirty dishes, but Phoenix was on his feet tugging at his shirt sleeve and motioning for him to follow to the kitchen. Miles sighed and let himself be directed. Meanwhile, Maya and Pearls ran out the other exit from the kitchen and to the dining room to quickly and quietly clean up.

"Okay stand here and close your eyes." Phoenix opened the refrigerator.

"I am not closing my eyes, thats childish." Miles crossed his arms and gave Phoenix's back a smug look.

Phoenix shrugged one shoulder and when he turned away from the fridge he had a nondescript package in his hands. "Alright, we'll play your way." He put the package down on the counter and proceeded to take off his tie. Miles frowned at him. "Turn around." Phoenix made a circling motion with his index finger. "I'm not going to get you messy, or shove anything you don't want into your mouth..." Phoenix stopped and smirked at himself. A dirty mind was an awful thing to waste. "Unless you want me too!" He wriggled his eyebrows. Miles rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed sigh.

"Phoenix, you are awful, thinking like that." Miles gave in however and turned around, his curiosity getting the best of him. Phoenix carefully put his tie over his eyes and tied it behind his head. He was amazed at how soft the silver hair was and refrained from running his hands through it. Instead he leaned into Miles and whispered, "I promise, you will not regret this." Miles drew in a sharp breath. Whether it was the wine or the ... situation, something in Miles awakened and his skin buzzed with anticipation. Phoenix turned him around and Miles could hear a tin clatter on the counter, then a drawer open and close. "Open." Something cool and sweet hit Miles's tongue and he about died in dessert heaven. Caramel cheesecake with a hint of almond and something else he couldn't place. An involuntary moan escaped his lips as he was being fed another bite. Phoenix took a bite himself and mentally patted himself on the back. He watched as Miles licked his lips and what happened next, Phoenix couldn't control. He kissed Miles, but Miles tore off the tie and stepped back, a look of shock on his pale face. Phoenix ducked his head, and started to turn, ashamed of his actions. Something took over Miles and suddenly the tie was around Phoenix's neck and they were entangled in another kiss, this one deeper than before. Miles's tongue explored the sweetness of their mouths as he let go of the tie and felt Phoenix stumble. He put his hands on the other mans hips and pushed him to the counter. Phoenix let out a puff of air through his nose.

"Oh god, did I hurt you?" Miles asked as he stepped back. He was breathing hard and a slight flush came over his cheeks. Phoenix's eyes were wide and he could feel a flush spread over his own cheeks.

"No, no I'm fine." He shook his head a little. "Wow, that was some cheesecake."

"Oh, yes, it was ... very delicious." Miles was stuttering and shifting uneasily. Phoenix spied a little hand reaching in the swing door and started cutting slices of cheesecake. Miles followed his line of sight and pushed the door open a little but saw nothing. He shook his head when he thought he heard giggling.

"Um, here, I'll be in the dining room in a second." He handed Miles a plate with a thin slice of cheesecake, and turned to put the rest back in the fridge. Miles left the room hesitantly.

Pearls suddenly burst into the kitchen, with Maya hot on her heals.

"Mr Nick!" She scowled. "That was rude and uncalled for. You and Maya should be doing that kissing stuff, not you and Mr. Edge-" Maya put a hand over her mouth before she could continue. They stood perfectly still as they waited for Edgeworth to barge in. When he didn't show, Phoenix burst into a silent fit of laughter, as Maya struggled to hold Pearls at bay.

"Go, before he gets suspicious." Maya whispered between her own fits of laughter.

"Thanks guys! I appreciate this."