AN: Hello! Welcome to a companion piece to The Fated Turnabout.
TURN BACK IF YOU'RE NOT A FAN OF OC/CANNON ROMANCES! For the best reading experience for the first 2 chapters of this story, you should have read up to at least chapter 46 of FT for the full story. Note that the rating may move to M.
This is mainly for my peeps who like the idea of the Milyn ship and simply because FT isn't meant to be a romance story at the end of the day. And well, you guys know me...expect a comedy of errors here! And some attempts at bringing some more characters in that we haven't seen yet or haven't seen in a while.
It's a bit of a deviation from how I usually write, considering FT is written in 1st person point of view. Because I wanted to give a fuller look into what characters are thinking and feeling it's been switched to a 3rd person viewpoint. I like to think of these as filling the blanks to the main story, that aren't really important, but happen to add more depth.
In any case, I hope you guys enjoy it!
"Can I stay with you tonight?" Lyn asked Miles.
Her heart was pounding.
She didn't want to dance around the topic- it was getting late. And besides, not like he could say no, could he? Not after the other night, she mused. But somehow, her body was acting on its own accord as she held her breath. Damn nerves. It couldn't be a no. They both wanted the same thing from her understanding.
Yet, the suddenness of her question caught Miles off guard. He froze in his place as though he were zapped by a freeze ray. Her words seemed to reverberate in his head.
"I'm scared. I don't want to be alone tonight," she spoke again with a softness to her voice, as she tried to smooth over the somewhat blunt move on her part. "When I wake up tomorrow, everything will be different for better or worse and I don't want to face it alone."
Her demeanor was far gentler in this moment than it had ever been in recent memory. She wasn't lying when she said was scared. With all the dangers she had experienced, there was no way she was fearless. However... she was a sneaky little thing.
There was an obvious ulterior motive.
Lyn usually did this. She would often ask for one thing, while wanting another, just never saying it aloud. But she didn't have to, especially not this time.
The prosecutor could feel himself melting.
It was difficult for him to put a finger on why exactly. At most, Miles determined Lyn was a beguiling mixture of audacious and mousy.
On one hand, she knew what she wanted, knew what buttons to press when it came to getting his attention. On the other hand, this approach was indirect and shy even for someone going after what they wanted.
Sometimes, he'd feel like killing her if she didn't end up doing it herself with all the messes she got in. Other times, he felt it necessary to be her protector and to save her from harm.
She was a definite contradiction. One he'd sort out soon enough...
"Very well," Miles said simply without pressing the matter. He already knew what she wanted him to do. And what he wanted to do.
"Thank you," Lyn said squeezing his hand with a slight smiling appearing on the corner of her mouth.
She felt relieved. It would work out, at least for this evening. In the long run, who knew what would happen? She would go home once the Kristoph situation was resolved. But until that day came...she would take Miles for herself.
They walked the rest of the way to Miles' car in silence and the car ride to his home was more or less the same.
He was rather surprised as Lyn was usually chatty, but then again the air between them had changed. It was not the usual light hearted camaraderie they usually shared, but instead replaced by this stifling hunger, a need that would be best satisfied privately in the comfort of his home. For a moment, and only a moment, he had the thought of the car...but he determined he must remain classy for her sake.
How much longer must this facade last? The false image of calm killed him on the inside as his impatient fingers drummed on the steering wheel.
The girl would look at him for a moment when she believed him not to be looking, but would then quickly withdraw, turning her focus to look at the passing scenery through the window.
What does a person say in a situation like this, Lyn wondered. Had she ever really been a situation like this? She couldn't recall, so probably not. To be honest, she hadn't felt this type of intensity between her and man before. Not like she didn't have any experience, but all of what Lyn had experienced in her past life had been for the most part the awkward, immature bumblings between people who weren't totally sure of themselves and who were just learning how to walk in the minefield of man/woman interactions. If anything they were passing infatuations that led nowhere. Nothing, not even her one serious relationship, had this energy that was so powerful that it rendered her silent and fidgety. The tension between her and Miles right now could probably suffocate a crowded room. Because of that, she figured for the time being it was just better to wait things out quietly than to make things more intense.
Perhaps it wouldn't be for long, she thought. Lyn had noticed the car was accelerating far quicker than it had been before. Miles had looked normal on her last glances at him, but she could feel an underlying current of a feral nature...the type of energy a wild animal has before it pounces on its prey. The blink and you'll miss it type of deal.
She had gotten a glimpse of it before, that night at the Gatewater. The usually level headed and composed prosecutor had been ready to take her, if not for the presence of a third party. She wondered if the real Miles was some type of beast... And then she wondered if she would really be tempting it.
Once more, she looked over her shoulder at an attempt to spot the animal within. Because they had stopped at a red light, he returned the glance.
"Is there something I can help you with?" he asked lightly with a smirk.
Lyn felt the blood rush to her face. She hastily shook her head. "N-no, nothing."
"Are you sure? You've been looking at me quite a few times," Miles pointed out, his words seeming to dance around the matter yet to be resolved.
God. She hated when he started teasing her like this. She found herself at a loss for words, only able to respond with shaking her head once more. If there was anything she had learned over the course of the last year being around him, it was that he could be a bit of a sadist. But she supposed she must be a masochist to go along with torment by his hand. To Lyn, a true companionship involved teasing, taunting, and ripping each other regularly. Anything less than playfulness and she'd grow disinterested rather fast.
Miles loved it. Shutting her up was always satisfying, especially when she was acting like a brat. For all the times the girl had messed with him, it was only fair the favor was returned in kind...and maybe by two fold depending on his mood. Lyn was the type of girl who could push one around if one allowed it, so he never did. When she started to provoke him he'd never let anything go until he waged his revenge. Sometimes, Miles would be guilty of starting trouble in his own right curious to the girl's reaction to particular actions since there were moments he couldn't entirely read her. To increase the pressure Miles figured he could torture her some more before the ride was over.
Gently, he placed his right hand on her thigh. It caught her off guard, as Lyn twitched slightly at the action. If he could, he would have left it there the whole time.
"If you won't tell me, I'll just assume you were thinking about how amazing I am," he said slowly stroking her thigh up and down.
"N-no w-way," she stammered out, unable to focus on much besides the warm hand caressing her thigh on top of the rayon material of her pants. It felt nice and made her wonder what the sensation would feel like on exposed skin. "You're j-just a dork…"
He chuckled as he lifted his hand off to return to the wheel, paying attention to the roads. "You couldn't make yourself think that if you tried. You're glancing at me, thinking how incredibly handsome I am, aren't you? And you're also thinking how much you'd want to…"
Lyn was burning up with embarrassment and annoyance. "How I'd want to do what?"
"Oh, it's nothing. Forget it."
He continued driving as if what he said hadn't held any significance whatsoever.
"Don't be like that. Tell me," she pleaded.
"Why don't you tell me?" he teased.
"Miles...come on."
As part of his torture scheme he didn't respond. It was clever of him. He knew how much she hated losing to him and how much she hated saying things like that, even if they both knew it was true.
Lyn chewed the inside of her cheek. She could ignore it, but it would eat her up on the inside. But if she submitted and told him, she'd feel stupid and more silly than before. How much she'd want to...do what exactly? There were a few things. She wanted to hug, to kiss, to…
Why was he being so mean about it? She folded her arms. When he poised it certainly like that, she'd refuse to say it outright. Her pride wouldn't allow her to fall to her enemy so easily.
In stubbornness, she said no more. Miles chuckled to himself. If she was irritated now, just wait until later, he thought. The words, the exact words that he wanted to hear would flow from her mouth like a waterfall by the time he was done with her.
In the next ten minutes, they had arrived. Miles had parked in the driveway on the right side of his home.
Miles had already stepped out of the car. He didn't want to wait on her for much longer, thus marking his appearance on the passenger side, opening the door for her.
"Here you are, madam. As your personal chauffeur, I must insist you exit the vehicle before you catch cold sitting here any longer than necessary," he remarked sarcastically.
Lyn rolled her eyes at him as she hopped out. "Thank you, sir for your care, but I must insist that take a moment to collect my bearings before entering what could very well be my final hour."
He shut the door behind her, locking it with the key. "Final hour? You don't think me a madman, do you?"
"Oh, heavens no. Perhaps, you're worse than a madman," she said, playing along. "You're a wild animal who's escaped the zoo, I'd say."
Miles stepped closer, causing her to back into the car. His gray eyes she'd once mistaken for wholly dispassionate, were staring her down in a way that made her feel totally defenseless.
It was admittedly strange to her to be in this position. The man whom she'd come to rely upon in times of trouble, the one who was her calm in the storm, the one who she normally felt was her hero, though she'd never outright say it to his face, was ready to attack her…
...In the best way possible, of course.
Yet, it didn't remove with dissonance, or rather the duality of the whole thing. Miles Edgeworth was normally an uptight British gentleman, one who preferred a cool headed rational approach as a means of sophistication. This Miles Edgeworth, the one standing before her right now, felt akin to an aggressive brute, acting almost thoughtlessly on sheer instinct alone.
They were only inches apart.
She took in his masculine scent, mixed with what she assumed was his perfumed soap or body wash. She wondered how it would smell, mixed with her own scent...
Like the fool she was, she wanted- longed to get closer. But at the same time, she wished to flee, away from the heavy scrutinizing stare. The tension between those two options led to the ultimate paralysis, just standing in place...waiting.
"And what would you know about that?" his voice lost the playful tone it had only a mere moments ago, replaced with a deeper and gruffer attitude, as the prosecutor reached behind her, quickly sliding his hand up her back until he found what he wanted in her ponytail, giving it a teasing yank.
Lyn's head jerked backwards slightly as she gasped. To answer his question, next to nothing, she thought. But she certainly felt it. That primal feeling. She was drowning in it feeling like she was cornered. The situation was totally in his control now.
Not like she wanted it any other way.
He was so close. But as he promised to himself, he wouldn't do anything outside in respect to Lyn. He released her ponytail and took a step away to reign control of himself.
He acknowledged that she hadn't been totally wrong. Miles liked to think of himself as a... trained animal. When it came to these affairs, he liked to let loose. He never held back. Much like his work, he pursued it ardently, until the very end.
"Well, don't stand there all day, follow me," he said shrugging off that moment of intensity as though it didn't happen. Miles motioned for the woman to follow him as he walked up the steps to the porch and inside. Lyn took a second to breathe before following him. She used to always think of Miles as a stick in the mud, but the more she saw, the more convinced he was far more passionate than he let on.
The inside of the two story home wasn't what Lyn would call inviting necessarily, but it was simple and had this calming effect on her mind. Unlike many homes she'd visited, Miles didn't like to clutter up his space with junk. It made sense, for he was the type of guy to cut straight to heart of the matter.
As she was briefly surveying her new surroundings, she'd barely noticed when she'd been led into the kitchen for a seat. The prosecutor told her, he'd be back briefly as he had to check on his dog since it'd been some time since he'd been home. In about 5 minutes he reentered the kitchen. And like any respectable host should, he offered her some tea (as he started to prepare himself a cup) or anything else she'd like.
"I'm good with a glass of water...unless you have hot chocolate," she grinned.
He shook his head with that dumb smug expression he held when he was about to make fun of her. "You're such a child."
"Oh come on. You can't tell me you don't like sweet things? I'm not all fancy to have tea 24/7 like you, you snob."
"I'm afraid I don't have such a voracious appetite for sugary sweet things like you do, so unfortunately I can only fetch you water."
"Go figure," she started waving a hand dismissively. "Can't expect much from a stick in the mud like you."
"Mhm," he said as he grabbed a shiny glass from one of the cabinets. In a few seconds he had filled it with bottled water from the fridge, and passed it to her.
"Thanks," she said taking a sip.
Once he'd finished making tea and sat down next to her with it.
After a few moments, Lyn started a conversation, asking him what he'd thought of all that had just transpired in the past few days. He'd admitted it was quite bizarre, but for him at this point the crazy aspect had been jaded for all the strange situations he caught himself in. For a while he entertained conversation for a variety of related topics, as he should, for he figured he needed to calm down. He needed to be in complete control of himself first before he could reign over her after all.
"So you're saying I have my own game?" the man queried, wondering just what exactly it would look like. He finished off the last of his tea, setting gently on its saucer.
Lyn nodded as she fiddled with the empty glass in front of her on the table. "Two, actually. It's called Ace Attorney Investigations. Yours was unique in the series in general because it was the first time we weren't limited to a first person point of view. The games were in third person and it was interesting because you could move and walk around to investigate...it also introduced 'Logic'."
Miles raised a brow, looking one part confused and one part amused.
The girl giggled. She already understood his point of contention. "So, Mr. Wright has the magatama and his protege Apollo, which you haven't met and probably won't for some time, has a bracelet. The magatama as you already know basically detects secrets. Apollo's bracelet enhances his ability to spot tells people have when they're hiding secrets. And...well they just gave you logic as your magical lawyer super power."
"...So in other words, common sense," the man said wryly.
"Ya, pretty much," Lyn smiled, partially showing her teeth. "Believe me, us players thought it was hysterical. First we get magical truth detecting objects and then our next super power is...logic. Something you'd think everyone would have. But some people speculated that because the Ace Attorney universe is so bizarre and has its own sense of crazy logic, that perhaps being rational here is a superpower in itself. Best part is how everyone is amazed at how you use 'logic' in Investigations."
It was rare he fully laughed, but on this occasion he did. It sounded absurd, but at the same time made total sense for all the asinine people and experiences he had encounter during his career thus far. "I do have plenty of moments when I feel I'm the only sane man in the room, perhaps that explanation isn't too far off."
"Haha, that's why I liked you best. I always felt like I was surrounded by idiots who were missing the point when I was in high school. I could sympathize with the frustration of not having anyone else around me make sense."
"Then which is worse? Being here or at home?"
Lyn thoughtfully pursed her lips and looked up at the ceiling for a moment. "...I think here, simply because the people here are just flat out more bizarre, which is saying a lot. But then again lots of things are weird here."
"I'm not surprised in the slightest," Miles said dryly. "Actually, what exactly did these two games cover in my life?"
"The Investigation games originally happen after the Hazakura Temple case. So in the first one, you deal with the murder on the plane being initially accused of the murder by Rhoda, the murder in your office by that weirdo Portsman, the kidnapping deal with the Armanos, a flashback case with how you met Gumshoe and Kay with the double murder in the courthouse, andddd well the other was the really annoying and drawn out battle between you guys and treeman, Quercus Alba. God, I hated him and that case..."
He snorted at her nickname for Alba, remembering the withered husk of the man as they were finally able to bring him to justice. Being there, he felt like he'd been trying to kill a cockroach for hours as the man refused to give up.
But Miles took pause for a moment, his mind noticing something amiss.
"Odd," he said tapping a finger on his arm. "These events all happened, though it happened after I left the courts for a year."
"Maybe things are different across universes. I dunno." The girl shrugged. "In any case, I have to admit you were pretty badass, at least when the gunman was in your office. I would have freaked if I were you...but I guess Miles Edgeworth is a total alpha."
Miles smirked, tapping a finger on his temple. "I'm true to my word. No one gets away with murdering in my office...as well as other mischief."
"Though, what was not cool was you during the kidnapping situation. But not like I'll tell you to not get involved in dangerous stuff, since the hero in you does it regardless...Just the badger coming to strike you from behind was creepy as fuck and still haunts me to this day."
She received a noncommittal grunt in response. It was Gumshoe's fault for losing sight him he concluded.
"In any case, the other game happens a little bit after the first. My memory on this is a bit hazy, but in this one, pretty much everyone is against you. You investigate the assassination attempt on the president of Zheng Fa, the culprit of that case dies in jail so you investigate that...uhh then the PIC starts making your life annoying. Then Ray starts making your life annoying...the case with the baking competition happens, well the current case, tied to your Dad's case, Kay ends up with amnesia and you have to defend her at the cost of your badge, a crapton of people are kidnapped, and the last case reveals the conspiracy that Simon Keyes plotted everything and that Blaise Debeste is the biggest asshole I've ever seen."
While it was missing some details, overall it did sum up what happened shortly after Quercus Alba's arrest. He silently nodded at the retelling.
He did understand, but he asked again in order to wrap his head around everything better. "And this is how you knew all about Kristoph was planning? Through these games?"
She nodded solemnly. "Yeah. The first 3 games in the main series cover Phoenix's first and well last 3 years as a lawyer before the events of Apollo Justice, game 4. As I've said already, Phoenix gets his badge taken away from him due to the incident with the forged evidence in the Gramarye trial, thanks to Kristoph wanting revenge on Zak and Phoenix. Since in his eyes, it looks like he was fired as the normal attorney for Zak because he lost a poker game. And then to be dropped in favor of Phoenix Wright, a guy who he thought was inferior to him...he couldn't stand it. So he made it look like Phoenix ordered the forgery that he was going to use. He was already planning to kill the Mishams in advance...So you could imagine my anxiety for the past few days."
That was madness. She'd said it was him along, but for such a petty reason...it was remarkable to go to such lengths. And with the attacks and tampering of Lyn's car and apartment Miles felt he was irredeemable scum.
"What originally happens if Wright loses his badge?"
"...Well simply put he becomes a bum working at a restaurant playing piano as a front to being a poker master that people come to play. But he was researching and creating a new method for courts, the jurist system so he could get his revenge on Kristoph as he figured out it was him who framed him. Kristoph was arrogant enough to stick around Phoenix posing as a friend for 7 years so he could spy on him as he was connected to the Gramarye case... Zak returns to pass over the rights of magic to Trucy and to challenge Phoenix to a game of poker...which he throws a hissy fit about since he loses. Oh and mind you, he wanted to get Phoenix fired. The guy taking care of his daughter which he abandoned...Kristoph murdering him, well can't blame him on that one, honestly."
"He kills Gramarye?"
"Ya. Zak was pretending to be a traveller, but Kristoph must have seen through the disguise and killed him. It looked like Phoenix was guilty of it and he hired Kristoph...rather his protege Apollo to take the case. They uncover it was Kristoph who murdered Zak in court and he was sent to jail... and well 7 years prior he had sent poisoned nail polish and a poisoned stamp to the Mishams. It didn't kill them immediately...it took 7 years for Misham because he unknowingly licked the poison stamp, which Vera had been keeping. She gets accused of murder, but finally they nab Kristoph with use of the jurist system. I mean, Phoenix had to create a new system in court to stop him. What does that say?"
Miles furrowed his brow. Kristoph had already proven himself difficult to pin down based on the TL-5 case alone. That timeline sounded rather bleak. For Lyn to have the opportunity to alter it was a miracle. However, the setback now was that because nothing was happening as planned, there wasn't an easy to predict what would transpire next. Before he had felt she was harboring a grudge as the regular Lyn with that trial that had gone wrong. But this had far reaching consequences.
The girl sighed. "I wished I could have told you sooner, and maybe I should have. But I figured seeing it almost play out would be better so there'd be more proof that I wasn't going after his head on a stick for vengeance...that and I didn't want to lose you."
Lyn hadn't known what to do for so long, but she was glad that she could say everything she'd been keeping to herself. It was a huge weight off of her shoulders even if they hadn't accepted her being from another universe.
"But enough about that," Lyn sat up, looking directly at him. "I nearly forgot to ask."
"What is it?"
"So, about Rhoda..." she started with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "...How did you guys get together? Did you actually do it on iFly?"
Miles without hesitation swatted Lyn over the head with his hand lightly in response.
"H-hey," she snorted out between laughs. "It was just an innocent question..."
"Actually, I have a better method," he mused to himself as rose from the kitchen table and out of the room. Lyn looked curiously as she was still amused by her own foolish and perverted question. Miles returned quickly with a newspaper which was now rolled up in his hand.
"Now, what was that question again, Lyn?" he asked almost menacingly.
Lyn froze for a moment, but she refused to be a coward. She boldly asked once more, this time going as far to stand up from her seat and mimic a thrusting movement with a grin. "I'm asking you if you got it on!"
Miles didn't take his time with hitting her over the head with paper, until she was forced to sit back down in her seat eyes filled with tears of laughter as she tried to cover her head from the hits.
The man sighed. "Bad dog."
"Hey," she snorted. "I'm no dog."
"Well, you can certainly act like one...you crass scoundrel."
She grinned proudly at the term. "You didn't answer the question."
He didn't understand why she wanted to know, but he obliged. "We met a few more times while I travelled on occasion. At one point, she bluntly confessed that she had been interested in me for some time. I'm certain she wanted a relationship, but I wasn't in favor of one. I've never had a problem with being single; it's just been easier that way. So long as I have decent company of friends and Pess, I'm fine. And realistically, with the nature of both of our jobs, it wouldn't work out time wise and I simply can't compromise on my career goals."
"So...?"
Miles tapped a finger on one of his folded arms closing his eyes. "...So there was an arrangement of sorts made. I believe it is called 'friends with benefits' if I'm not mistaken. We tried this for a bit, until Rhoda met someone who could commit."
"Were you jealous?" Lyn asked leaning forward.
The man snorted. "Why would I be? As I've said, I'm fine with being single. And as much as I liked Rhoda as a kind and beautiful person, I didn't have any strong feelings for her. It was a pleasure while it lasted, but ultimately I'm glad she found someone who could give her what I could not."
"And?"
"What? I believe I covered everything, Ms. Investigator."
"No, you didn't," she shook her head plainly. "Did you guys ever bang on the plane, or what?"
At the phrasing of her words, so coarse, Miles turned a shade of pink. He took the moment to hit her once more with the rolled up newspaper. For as much as he enjoyed having sexual relations, he did not care much for the crassness in her vocabulary. "For your information, NO, you pervert. That never happened, even if your dirty imagination likes the idea."
Lyn frowned slightly. It totally killed her fantasy, but she supposed it would make for a good story later...
"So what was it like?" she quickly rebounded.
Miles looked at her, seeing a peculiar of mixture of eagerness and bashfulness wrapped in one. She continued to press for details in sheer curiosity, yet unable to fully meet his gaze.
"Was what like?"
"...You know. The sex."
Just why did she want to know so much? He was fairly certain this was a thing most people would get jealous about. "Why are you so curious?"
"Sorry. Just wondering...since I've never done it myself to be honest with you."
Lyn shifted in her seat uncomfortably. She figured it would be best to mention that important detail now rather than later. She hoped that the prosecutor would be okay with her inexperience.
"Not once?" Miles asked eyes wide.
The girl shook her head.
He admitted he was a bit shocked. For all of her pervertedness he thought she'd done it at least once. She was a bright bulb with a fantastic sense of humor. While she might not have been sweet or anything, he could tell she had a kind heart. Why else would she even be here if that wasn't the case? Additionally, she wasn't a bad looking woman, perhaps on the more slender side, but still.
"May I ask why?"
She took a moment to pause. She licked her lips. "I think...I'm just not very relaxed. Most men I've met just rush into things and it makes me feel skittish. And if I don't feel calm, I freeze up. The best partner I had was one I wasn't even dating. It was, I guess a hookup, but he treated me the best compared to anyone I was seeing officially. The others just think they know best what I need...when they don't. I know what I need, which is not based on some...idealized fantasy based off of movies and pornos. But it's not like I haven't had some fun in my life, if ya catch my drift."
"...Mm. What happened to that hookup? You said he treated you well. You didn't go through with it?"
It was at that question, the girl's brown skin showed hints of a deep red. Lyn wasn't a stranger to awkward moments, but decided she needed to be drunk to recount those tales to Miles. It was ironic that she had been proud of those times back then, but in hindsight now felt mortified of the mere idea of recalling those moments before Miles.
"Haha...Give me a drink and I'll tell you what happened if you really want to know."
He assumed it had to be quite the story. Knowing the trouble Lyn got into here, it would be nothing short of amazing, bizarre, horrific, or humiliating. He determined he'd ask again at a later date just to hear about how ridiculous it was.
"So... is that alright with you?" Lyn asked averting his gaze as she tapped her fingers on the table softly.
Miles understood without needing to ask. "It will be my pleasure."
Surprised, she looked up to be greeted with a small, but genuine smile that helped to assuage her nerves.
The girl seemed to relax at his response, shoulders dropping from their tense upright position. There it was again...that vulnerability he hadn't been used to seeing because of her usual upbeat attitude. How could she be so blunt to ask for this and still remain so shy about it? It tickled and fascinated him all at once. Regardless, her fear was a silly one in his eyes. If the other men failed in their duty to satisfy her, he'd gladly pick up the slack. While he'd normally bed women with a little more experience, he had no issue teaching her what she needed to know...He just needed to exercise a good control over himself tonight. Looking at her now, he knew he'd have to get her to relax. A strange notion, since it was usually her of all people telling him to loosen up. He chuckled at the irony of the situation. At this thought, he was glad he'd taken the time to converse before taking any lustful action.
"Oh, jeez. Sorry, I talked a lot," Lyn said checking the time on her phone. It was about 1:30 in the morning at this point.
Miles shrugged. "I don't mind. If I hated it, I would have told you to stop speaking some time ago."
"You're sooo encouraging," Lyn laughed.
"Just honest," he spoke with a wry smile.
A silence passed.
She felt it coming. The tide was reaching out and the current was gonna suck her in maybe in a few minutes? Within the next hour? As Lyn waited she never once took her eyes off the man's handsome face. In her mind, she determined she liked his eyes best out of all his facial features. To her, eyes were the windows into a person's soul. If there was something special about person, it would be reflected in their eyes...coming from experience.
Miles was no exception.
She remembered the first time she saw him and how his eyes made her nervous. He had held a cold inscrutable look that made it impossible to determine exactly what he was thinking let alone feeling. Yes, for some time the hawk like glance that threatened to nestle a hold into her buried secrets, made her more than anxious. But over time, the gray didn't seem all that gray. With the ice melting she could make out more and more of what he was saying to her nonverbally. Beyond that, she did admit that physically his eyes were beautiful. Not in the same way Phoenix's were- eyes as blue as the sea, the shimmered with the hopefulness of surviving a shipwreck, for maybe they were lost at sea, but there was a chance as small as it was for help to arrive. Full of hopeful determination. No, Miles' eyes were full of a cold determinism...logical pragmatism at its finest. Far harsher and more assured than the other, looking like a strong fog, where anyone looking outside would have trouble seeing the inner workings easily. She thought maybe that's part of why she came to rely upon his support and guidance, as Miles appeared to her to be a seemingly impenetrable force of nature in his own way.
After a while, the man decided it was time. As much as Miles liked to observe and analyze her, he was certain it'd be more fulfilling to do so in bed. He'd collected his bearings and figured they'd have plenty of more time to speak later. Miles wouldn't say it aloud, but he was excited. It had been some time since he'd engaged in any type or relations of that manner. And Lyn was someone he felt safe to show this side of himself to. After all, Miles Edgeworth was no concubine. He was quite selective when it came to partners for a number of reasons, though the ultimate reason was trust.
"...Well, it's late. I suppose we should be going to bed."
The girl nodded and slowly rose from her chair. Miles removed her glass and his tea cup and placed them in the sink. Once he was done, he flicked the light switch out and led the way out of the kitchen to the upstairs hallway.