Turnabout Teatime
by the Legendary Armor
The Prosecutor's Office was mostly empty now, but that was no surprise to Phoenix: it was Thanksgiving evening, and most who worked here had left early to go home and eat dinner with their families. But if he knew one man, he would still be here, pouring over papers and agonizing about something that probably didn't need to be agonized about.
He knocked sharply on Edgeworth's door, and opened it carefully when he heard the smooth voice bade him, "Come in."
The brunette wore a smile, but the prosecutor just frowned. "Wright? What are you doing here? It's Thanksgiving evening, and you have better things to do than annoy me."
The defense lawyer's response was a disarming grin. "Come on, Edgeworth. Like you said, it's Thanksgiving. Neither one of us needs to be stressing out over matters that can wait until tomorrow."
"You mean I don't need to stress over matters; you just don't want to be lonely, Wright."
"That too." He pulled a chair from next to the wall and walked it right over beside Edgeworth's, behind the elegant desk, and sat down beside the irritated prosecutor. "So who better to keep me from that?"
"Why are you so persistent?" He looked away, unwilling to meet those piercing blue eyes. "What did you plan to do with me, anyway? Surely we're not just supposed to sit here and chat all night."
"I brought some tea!" He laughed a little nervously. "I know you like it, so…"
Edgeworth sighed. "I have plenty of tea of my own, Wright." But when he looked back at the defense attorney, he saw a different expression. That determination of his that always got him what he wanted…
"Stop running from me," he said quietly. "You know I've wanted to be around you, even when you vanished from class all those years ago. In fact, I object to you being so evasive. I have evidence that you want to stay around me, as well."
Miles Edgeworth smirked, just a little, but the warmth of hope and excitement flared within him. "And what might that be?"
Phoenix's reply to that was to reach into his pocket and place a small heart-shaped chocolate box on the desk. "There was a short strand of pale lavender hair on top of it, and a fingerprint in sugar dust on the top. In fact, if I ran a test on it… I bet it would be yours." Edgeworth was beginning to flush just a little. "This was left on my desk earlier today while I went to get lunch." He laughed. "It's the wrong holiday, but it's the spirit all the same."
Edgeworth looked away, unwilling to let Phoenix see how off-guard he was, but the defense attorney grasped him gently by the chin and turned his face around, their eyes meeting in a tense moment. Phoenix moved closer to his face, and paused. It was in that pause that the prosecutor realized what the other man intended to do, but he raised no objection whatsoever.
Their lips met in what started as a slow, soft kiss, but grew to something a little more personal, a little more desperate, a little more longing. It was Phoenix that broke it after a moment, smiling at the sight of Edgeworth and his blushing cheeks.
"Just like I thought… you taste like tea."
"Shut up, Wright." He hit a bell on his desk, and the bellboy came rushing in. He took the teabags from Phoenix and ran back out of the room, whistling some childish tune all the while.
It didn't take long for him to return with two cups of tea; after that, Edgeworth dismissed him for the night. He sat there with Phoenix over tea, talking and occasionally… doing something else.
It was the best Thanksgiving either of them had ever had.
(end)