The flush was just fading from Miles' skin, a faint sheen of sweat still visible if you knew how to look just carefully enough. His breathing had faded from raw pants to a soft pace, steady but still with a hint of raggedness. He sat on the edge of the bed, still wholly nude, looking out at the horizon of the city through the window. The sun was slowly setting, coloring the sky a deep tangerine. It was an impressive sight: there was a reason this apartment was prime real estate.
Phoenix crept up behind him, draping his arms over the prosecutor's shoulders and over his chest, planting a soft kiss on the warm, seductive halfway point between Miles' neck and his shoulder. He could feel a low chuckle run through Miles' body and he laid a hand on Phoenix's forearm, looking out at the city.
"Damn, this place is swanky," Phoenix remarked, opting to rest his head on Miles' shoulder. "You got a place with a nice view."
"Well," Miles commented, "Perhaps you should have considered being a prosecutor, Wright." Phoenix couldn't help but smile at this incongruity of this situation: the men were tangled in a nude, post-coital embrace, and he was being called by his surname. "You might actually make money, for once."
"Let me enjoy this for a few minutes before you start criticizing me again," Phoenix mumbled, nestling his head against Miles' shoulder. Miles seemed to concede to this request, and they sat in a few moments of quiet, contented silence.
"I think it's about time that I drive you home, at any rate," He finally replied, making a motion to pull away from him, but the arms wrapped about him thwarted his plans, tightening and pulling him back. Phoenix planted another soft kiss on the man, this time on his neck, and spoke impulsively:
"I don't have to go home, you know. We could go out to dinner or something. Um. Watch a movie?" At this, Miles laughed and pulled away fully, standing and moving to a dresser, where he rummaged about for fresh clothing. Phoenix swiveled his torso about, watching the man pull on a pair of silk boxers and dark blue jeans. He couldn't help but admire the other man's built physique, the perfect expression of an indomitable von Karma body. "Miles?" He tentatively tried again, his eyes hunting out his lover's face.
"It's sex, Wright," replied Edgeworth, scooping Phoenix's clothes of the ground and tossing them on the bed beside him. "And it's working well for us. There's no need to ruin this relationship with some aspiration of dating or romance." At this, he slipped his arms inside a collared shirt, buttoning it with quiet precision.
"Miles-" Phoenix started and then hesitated, the words seeming to stick in his throat. "I've spent my whole life loving you. I wrote you letters every day when you left. I became a lawyer so I could help you - "
"You'll need to get dressed," Miles interrupts coldly. "It would hardly be becoming of a district attorney to be carting his rival around nude."
Phoenix dug his teeth into his lower lip, his eyes falling downwards as he nodded quietly and tried not to cry for all the things that they could have but never would.