Edgeworth had felt melancholy as of late. He had never been a particularly cheery person but his dedication to perfection in his logic and his perpetual state of competition with his "sister", Franziska, was wearing him down.

He got up from his bed feeling like if this had not been Saturday that he might have collapsed. He really ought not to work so hard, but what else was there to do? Here in Germany he had few friends only acquaintances and other than the servants and Franziska he had no one he particularly cared for.

But he forced himself to rise and pulling a silken robe on over his pajamas headed to the kitchen to have some breakfast. He hadn't been eating right. There had been too many days of no breakfast or lunch followed by authentic German rich dinners for his delicate system to handle. Miles made a mental note to ask the cook, Helga, if she might be so kind as to prepare him sac lunches a couple times a week.

This thought reminded him that Helga had the day off and Miles grumbled a little that the one day he should have been able to relax he would be having to make himself breakfast. He entered the kitchen and rummaged in cupboards for something to make. He found him himself actually missing America with its preservative ridden quick to make foods. Finally, out of desperation he sliced some bread and spread it with butter. It was simple and it was fast. Standing at the counter fiddling with the coffee press he was just about to take his first bite of his bread and butter when Franziska came in.

"Good morning."

Edgeworth acknowledged her with a subtle nod of the head.

"Good morning, Franziska." He said. His greeting was not unwarm but gave no indication that he felt the morning was anything to celebrate. He was simply too tired to care about much of anything.

Franziska sighed. She had spotted the plate of bread and butter in her brother's hand and seeing the pathetic food upon it had reminded her that it was the cook's day off.

Edgeworth handed her the plate on which he had prepared his breakfast.

"Here you are."

Franziska looked at it. She was no fool. It was obvious he had prepared it for himself, but it did not escape her attention that he was chivalrous enough to offer it to her.

"I am more than capable of making myself breakfast, little brother. And it will be a perfect breakfast for I carry on the legacy of the von Karma magnificence."

Edgeworth said nothing, but continued to prepare his coffee. When it was done he seated himself at the kitchen island and sipped at it as he watched Franziska march about the kitchen creating the ultimate breakfast. Apparently, her perfect breakfast entrée was to be a ham and cheese omelet. He kind of wished he had thought of that as he chewed on his dry bread and butter.

Franziska threw open cupboards and refrigerator drawers and chopped the meat and onion furiously. Then she grated the cheese.

Miles knew she was always a very determined woman and she had said it would be the perfect breakfast so he knew she would use all of her strength and talent to ensure that it was even if it drained her energy. He admired that about her. She gave everything her all, all the time.

In fact, there were a number of qualities Miles found not entirely unpleasant about her. And somehow despite her often bossy nature, her endless rude remarks, and general I'm-better-than-you attitude he cared for her a great deal. That was part of the reason he had come to live here in Germany when he needed a change of pace.

As her omelet simmered in the pan, Miles could hear her stomach growling and he could sense her irritation at her own body that was in need of food so badly that it was unwilling to patiently wait until her perfection was complete. She muttered things to herself and rampaged around to find just the right spatula with which to flip her creation.

But when she was done with it she beamed with accomplishment and cutting the omelet in half slid one half onto a plate for Miles.

"Here. You may partake, so that you can taste my perfection."

The corners of his mouth twitched ever so slightly.

"Why thank you, Franziska. That is kind of you."

She seated herself by him at the counter to eat her omelet.

They ate in silence other than Edgeworth politely commenting that the omelet was indeed very good. The compliment merely made Franziska more self-satisfied and she raised her head into the air and said, "Of course."

Miles felt like asking what she had planned for the day. Maybe they could do something together, but he felt shy about it. She had so many more friends here than he did he would probably get drug along on some excursion that made him feel uncomfortable.

Instead, he found himself being asked the same thing he was thinking. "Miles Edgeworth, what are you doing today?"

He shrugged. He had no plans and no real energy to leave the mansion and it's grounds. He would be doing well if he got dressed and took a walk in the garden later.

"I am so exhausted. I think I'll just probably go back to bed. I'll sleep well now that I've experienced the perfect breakfast."

Franziska sighed and brushed a few crumbs from the long flowing silk nightgown she was wearing. "I know what you mean. Work has been SO overwhelming lately."

He nodded. They were both severely overworked. It was one of the reasons they kept so many servants on staff. They had no time to clean, prepare food, shop or do any of the things "normal" people did, but they had not been raised to lead normal lives they were prosecutors trained by Manfred von Karma himself so their only goal was to see that all criminals were found guilty.

"I think I'll go back to bed, too."

Returning to their bedrooms the pair traversed a windowless hallway used primarily by the help. It was the fastest way for them to walk together toward their separate wings. It was narrow with hardwood floors and a Persian carpet runner running its length until where it intersected another hall forming a "T". To the left was her wing of the house and to the right his.

Miles followed behind Franziska down the narrow passageway and then with the end of the hall in sight but still far ahead she stopped so that he was very close behind her. She turned bringing her face mere millimeters from his.

She blinked. She knew what she was going to suggest was reckless but Miles seemed so lonely and she had desired him for so very long. She placed her hand on the wall creating a barrier to his progression.

"Miles, have you ever been with a woman?" Franziska knew that part of the reason Edgeworth had returned to Europe was that he had been unlucky in love. She hadn't been privy to the details but she could recognize the look of someone with a broken heart. She worked hard to make sure that she never had to wear that face herself and so good was she at protecting herself from hurt that it had been a very long time since anyone had even attempted to be romantic with her.

Edgeworth swallowed. He crossed his arms and closed his eyes tapping his finger while considering if he trusted her enough to admit the truth.

"Franziska, I've never been with anyone."

Franziska gasped, unable to hide her surprise.

"What? Did you really think that I had luck with Wright?" he said grouchily. Everyone knew he had feelings for his childhood friend, except, of course, for Mr. Phoenix Wright himself.

"That fool! I knew he was without a clue about your affection for him… but Miles Edgeworth, how could you…NEVER…you're so beautiful?" Franziska flushed and found herself wishing she had her whip to comfort her through this awkward conversation. She felt so naked without it. Why hadn't she grabbed it this morning? Did she always go to breakfast without it? Did she always walk around in her nightie? She was so tired she wasn't even sure.

Miles was embarrassed. He shrugged. No one had ever called him beautiful before, well other than some crazies like Wendy Oldbag and there was no way he would even dignify that woman's advances by counting them.

"Well, my brother, do you think you could try?"

And before he knew it Franziska's lips were on his. She was sliding her tongue down his throat. He stood frozen. He hadn't realized what she had been hinting at and she had been forbidden to him for so long he had never thought about her beauty as a treasure he could capture, her body as something he could claim. Yet here she was, obviously desiring him, not even worried that he admitted he had no idea what he was doing. Not concerned that he had never even imagined himself with a woman.

"I'm not sure I can…" He stammered, turning from her, but then he felt such an overwhelming need that he spun around and grabbed her hips. "But perhaps I could try."

Franziska smiled. Her smile was radiant and Miles thought it was like a rare bird you had to work to be granted the blessing of viewing. He would work to see that smile again. Franziska was proud and for her to say she wanted him was enough flattery for him to ignore the fact she was a woman. He would figure out what to do. He wanted to be wanted so badly. He had suffered so many doubts, so much rejection.

Edgeworth was now determined; Franziska was willing to try; therefore, he would as well. It was time for him to accept the truth that Phoenix was with Iris now and that they were destined to be friends only and while Franziska was nothing like Wright she was a wonderful creature and certainly desiring of relief of her urges. Miles didn't know exactly how long it had been since Franziska had someone, but he knew however long it had been had been far too long.

It was wrong for this amazingly beautiful woman with all her strength and talents to have to ask one such as him for sex. How could men be so stupid? She should have men begging her for it, offering themselves up to her whip just for the honor of being in her presence. Miles would do this for her if he could because he loved her and he could see past her tough exterior to know that she needed love and companionship every bit as much as he did.

He kissed the back of her neck and nibbled at her ear and their bodies pressed closer against one another and he could feel the curves of her backside gently rubbing against his groin and to his surprise he was finding it very erotic. The thought that he could be with her excited him so much that he practically launched himself at her his hands sliding up and down her silken nightgown, finally finding their way underneath. He touched her feminine legs and found himself not repulsed but oddly intrigued by their smoothness.

She got down on her knees in front of him and he proceeded to kneel in front of her. She untied his robe and unbuttoned his sleep shirt revealing his milky skin. She reached her shaking hand out and gently touched his chest. She could feel it heaving with every breath. He was nervous. Very nervous, but he didn't seem sickened by her femininity and she had to hope that he didn't become so because she so badly wanted to have his lips on her everywhere. She had been tortured by visions of them together since she had been a teen and now with him living with her once again it had become virtually unbearable.

Every time she scolded him. Every time she stretched her whip she just wanted to dominate him, make him create within her a sense of relief. She felt like he was the only person who could do it. There was no one else worthy of her. Who better to satisfy her than the man who shared her values? But he had always wanted other men. The fool! Phoenix had obviously desired no one other than that childlike assistant of his.

Edgeworth placed his hand on top of hers. He had often thought her fingers to be elegant. He had a habit of watching them, as she would fiddle with her whip. It had started as a defense mechanism. He used to try to guess if he would be the next recipient of her wrath, but then it had perhaps become something else. He thought of her as a kind of artist, her whipping merely the artistic outlet for her frustration and fears. She needed a way to express herself and connect with someone else.

They sat there in the carpeted hall her hand on his chest for what seemed like an eternity. It was as if the moment was frozen in time and only he could start the clock again. Still holding Franziska's hand to his beating heart, he leaned forward placing his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent for a moment before kissing her neck.

Franziska found every touch more magnificent than anything she had ever felt. Even the sensation of his silvery bangs brushing her neck made shivers descend down her body. She leaned back and Miles leaned forward until he was on top of her kneeling body. Her hand slipped from his and went to support her body's folded position. Miles took his arm and swept it under her, gently pulling her legs and feet forward under him so that she could be more comfortable.

He couldn't believe that Franziska was lying beneath his aroused body. He wondered if she was upset that she was without her whip. Maybe he was taking too long. Maybe he should just give up. But he was a person who enjoyed challenges and his sister's was intriguing. Could he be with her? Was there something he had been missing all along?

She leaned forward to kiss his chest and he could see her pert nipples through her nightie. He reached up and pulled the strap of her nightgown down and buried his face in her neck once again only this time it was lower. Her hands grouped his back and began to slide down the back of his pajama pants. He felt a chilly hand on his buttocks and he smiled ever so slightly.

She was so quiet, so intent he had to laugh.

"What, did I do something funny?" She said angrily starting to withdraw her hand. But he shook his head.

"No, I've just never seen you so quiet."

"Well, at the moment you aren't doing anything anymore foolish than I am so I can't scold you."

"My dear sister, when has that ever stopped you before?"

She swatted his behind then with her open palm and Miles found himself once again excited by her touch.

"Franziska, thank you for-" He was going to say for being patient, but she had slid her hands to the front of his underpants and grabbed his fleshy arousal making his eyes go so wide he feared they might pop from their sockets. He opened his mouth to continue his statement, but found that with her hands clasped tightly around him he totally forgot what it was he had been saying. His brain seemed instead to be overloaded by the pleasurable tingles her fingertips were causing.

She slid her hand gently up and down him and his hands wandered up under her nightgown again creeping ever so cautiously toward the inside of her thigh. She sensed his hesitation and spread her legs to signal that he was welcome to explore her if he chose. A part of him felt like he ought to run away, but it wasn't out of repulsion just fear. She wanted nothing short of perfection. She deserved nothing short of perfection. She deserved to be completely satisfied, fulfilled not to have some virgin bumbling over her.

But he had to admit she didn't seem to mind. She had a firm hold of him and was pulling him closer to her making him stiffer with every rub. Her fingers seemed to dance over his most sensitive areas gently playing with the flesh making him close his eyes and have waves of colored spots wash over his vision. She didn't seem especially nervous, in fact, she looked quite satisfied already as if merely touching him and being able to acknowledge her attraction to him was enough to please her.

He closed his eyes and just enjoyed her touch until it excited him to the point he pulled aside her panties and touched her. She was wet. Very wet and though he barely brushed over her opening she moaned arcing her pelvis towards him. He swallowed nervously because he could tell she wanted to be entered. Her hands felt so good and his desire to please her so great that he slid his fingers into her. She let out a quick gasp of wordless thanks as he found his fingers falling into her chasm. He was intimidated knowing that her body was hoping he would fill this huge open space, but he found it oddly fascinating and his fingers began to massage her.

This caused her to buck up higher with her hips and he inadvertently brushed against an especially pleasurable area making her let out a little yelping sound. He was relieved to know that he could make her feel good. She worked so hard at everything. How could she possibly have the energy? Here she was stroking him with the same determination with which she would go after a criminal in the courtroom. She truly was an amazing person.

He went after that seemingly magic spot wiggling his fingers and her head fell back as she yowled with pleasure. He couldn't believe this. Her hands started roaming more cupping and fondling his balls and more wildly jerking at his private areas and he found the intensity pleasant.

He leaned back and moaned and let his robe and nightshirt slide off his body. Franziska watched him her nostrils flaring. She knew she had him. He was giving in to her. She reached down to remove her lacy underwear his fingers only leaving her for the briefest of moments as she slid them off and then flung them.

He leaned into her more, his massaging of her growing in intensity. She leaned forward and gripped his neck with her lips sucking till she knew she would leave a mark but not caring so crazed was she by his touch.

She removed her hands from inside his pants and started to pull them down. She had to delicately pull the front forward, as he was so aroused the clothes were caught on his tip. She found herself staring at his organ. She had fantasized about being like this with him, but her dreams were no comparison to the perfection that knelt before her. His pale skin and grey eyes gazing at her with a sad longing she wanted so badly to alleviate. And his manhood so large and pert making her long to impale herself upon it. She wanted every inch of him inside her and every part of her inside him. She wanted them to become one. Oh, how she wanted him. She had always wanted him and now she would have him.

"Miles Edgeworth, fuck me. Now!"

He shook a little. But he grabbed her and hugged her to him and pulled her into his lap and hoped he could find a way to satisfy her desires. She spread her legs and wrapped them around his torso and with one hand he slipped himself inside her just a little but as soon as he did she plunged herself down his length. It all happened so fast that he was fully in her before he ever would have thought possible. She leaned back and moaned a look of fulfillment upon her face. He felt almost too nervous to be sure whether he was enjoying it, but then she put her hands on his shoulders and rhythmically slid herself up and down him and there was no doubt left in his mind. It felt nothing short of amazing and he moaned with ecstasy as he closed his eyes.

Her body was bending and arching and she looked gorgeous. Miles placed his hands on her back and lowered her down to the floor with her legs still wrapped around him and he started thrusting into her. He leaned over and licked her neck and then pulled back almost coming out of her and then slammed himself into her.

She screamed, "Miles!!"

He smiled much to his surprise this was actually fun. Franziska yelled his name everyday but never before had it been like this. Her arms entwined themselves around his neck and she leaned forward kissing him on the lips, but she was unwilling to stop. He struggled to get air as he thrusted at her he leaned his head back gasping as her lips tugged at his bottom lip. She grinded herself down on him and he whispered in her ear, "You're so beautiful."

A smile danced across her lips, but she said nothing with them merely clamped herself down on him harder and he felt like he could no longer stand it and he started to thrust into her at a wild rate. Beads of sweat were forming all over his body he couldn't even see her anymore he could just feel how his skin felt too tight, how he felt like he needed to be opened, how he needed so badly to explode.

He moaned as his thrusting came to a climax and Franziska panted as she felt him cum in her. She couldn't believe he had finally given in. She worried that at any moment he might run away from her and accuse her of misusing their friendship, but it wasn't just that she had physical needs. She loved him. She was simply too proud to tell him.

Edgeworth pulled out of her kissing her shoulder and rolling to lie by her side.

"Franziska, I-"

But she silenced him with her lips. Now was not a time for talking. It was a time for letting their bodies recover before she pounced on him again and she would. She couldn't help it. He had brought her so close to feeling what she wanted but had never been able to experience. She hadn't quite gotten there…but surely she could get him to participate one more time before he came to his senses.

Miles blinked. He couldn't believe this was the same hallway they had walked together as children. Now it seemed so much less mundane. There was an aura of romance and passion and the smell of sex lingered in the air. Franziska's body was sprawled out over him glistening with sweat, her legs positively soaking with their juices. He found the idea of their intermingled bodily fluids strangely attractive. She gazed lovingly into his eyes and playfully nipped and licked at his nipples. Miles felt himself becoming aroused again and he wondered how this woman was doing it when no other female had ever interested him in the slightest.

Franziska could feel him getting big under her again and she smiled broadly still kissing his chest.

"Miles Edgeworth, are you actually thinking you would like more?" She asked teasing him as she placed her hands on the back of his neck pulling him in so she could claim his lips once again.

Edgeworth was nervous about admitting that he did feel like he wanted her again. This wild attraction he felt for her was so new, in yet in some way it felt familiar like it an echo of his admiration for her.

She pulled her nightgown all the way off and slung her left leg over his thigh. Bringing herself into position and she pulled him into her and began to ride up and down rubbing herself in a circular motion as she'd come down. Her mouth was hanging open and she was smiling a little, her eyes were staring into his.

Edgeworth had the briefest thought cross his mind that this might not just be sex…that maybe why he could do it with her and with no other woman was because she was different, but he told himself that he shouldn't exercise his logic in the bedroom, or in this case the hallway. This was not a time for intellectual thought. This was a time to enjoy that he was able to give his sister something she wanted and to be happy that they were both able to receive mutual pleasure from it.

He bounced her with his pelvis and watched as her hair and breasts waved. They were like one being now if she moved he moved and if he moved she did. It was beautiful and it was right. He leaned forward almost folding her in half as he pounded into her. She screamed and moaned to the point he knew she liked it, really liked it. He could sense that she was close to climaxing, but he couldn't tell what to do to push her over the edge. Then he was overwhelmed with an urge, an urge to dominate her.

He pulled out and rolled her over and sliding his hands between her legs he spread all those sweet juices back toward her rear. She took a deep shocked breath. She had never been had there before, but she was determined to do whatever it took to have perfect satisfaction fro them both and so she got on her hands and knees and raised her butt to him and he said her name lovingly as he slid into her ass. It felt oddly pleasurable to Franziska but then as he thrust in it felt so tight like it shouldn't fit- like they were trying to get pleasure from an impossible act. She moaned, biting her lip and then pushing her pelvis back against him.

He screamed out as he pushed into her and then she felt his balls resting on her. She was panting and wishing she had something to grab a hold of to steady herself as he pushed into her. As if in answer to her need, Miles pulled her up, his arms around her hugging her under her breasts her back pressed into his chest as he gently pulled in and out. She moaned and let out high-pitched squeals and it excited him incredibly. She found herself writhing with every thrust, her arms and torso and hips all seemingly trying to go a different direction some toward the pleasure, some away form the pain, but his strong arms remained around her holding her lovingly yet never letting her run. She felt like his cock was locked into her and he wouldn't release her until she had truly lost herself. And it was starting to happen a little at first and then more and more Franziska felt the world slipping away till all she felt was a mix of pain and pleasure she found exhilarating. She found herself screaming out his name so loudly that in a normal sized house surely the neighbors would have heard.

"Oh, Franziska!" He said gritting his teeth and pounding in and out harder. It was then it started: first tingling at her fingertips and toes that radiated up her. Then her vision because a closing tunnel. She gasped and then started panting and panting and panting. She was finally orgasming. She had tried toys, different positions, and special "stimulating" lotions. She had even tried using a few men as toys, but nothing had brought her pleasure like this.

Her panting became wild. Her arms lurched forward and her fingers curled.

"MILES!!! OOOOOOOHHHHHAAAAWWWW!"

She felt a flood come between her legs as Edgeworth pushed into her building up to his climax as she felt the after shocks of hers. He thrust into her wildly a few more times until he released a massive load into her. It was like no orgasm he had ever had before.

"Oh, Franziska." He said easing her limp form down to the floor ever so gently. He continued to lay on top of her with his arms wrapped around her kissing the back of her neck as he pulled out rolling off of her.

Franziska was still panting seemingly uncontrollably. Her mouth felt dry. She wasn't sure she was capable of speech and she couldn't see right because she was sure there shouldn't be spots of sparkly light dancing on the ceiling. She didn't even have the strength to sit up or roll over to look at him.

"You'll… be feeling…. my whip… for that." she panted out to him.

"I…expected…that." He said placing a hand on her thigh, not having the strength to do more either.

Lying there completely naked in the hallway they found themselves in a state somewhere between total exhaustion and complete relaxation. Neither one had ever experienced anything like this before and it was a long time before the reality of their actions sunk in to either of them.

Franziska could not believe that Miles had just been intimate with her. There were a million reasons why she had convinced herself long ago that this could never happen. Yet here they were and though she knew it would probably only be a matter of moments before he told her they could never do this again she decided not to fret or give in to disappointment but to merely savor this post-orgasmic bliss with her brother.

Edgeworth on the other hand felt shocked for entirely different reasons. He had just had sex with a woman which for someone like himself was an odd situation in and of itself, but somehow his dear Franziska made his heart melt. How had she worked this magic? How had she made his miserable day so wonderful?

He rolled over and pulled her to him. "I'm sure I'm not very good at any of this." He snuggled her close to him hoping that she would forgive him for his inexperience.

She gazed into his eyes. "Miles Edgeworth, I've never had an orgasm before."

He looked at her. How could he, a gay man or so he believed, have brought her more pleasure than anyone or anything else?

"So, thank you, Miles."

They both lay there in the hallway. Each wondering what this meant for them as friends and what did it mean for Miles? Had he been wrong all along? Was his infatuation with Phoenix not love?

Franziska got up and tucked her nightgown under her arm. She saw no point in dressing here. At a lose for what to say she merely smiled at him and said, "Have a very good day, Miles." The sadness was starting to set in. They had had their fun and now they were done. It had been better than she had ever imagined it could be, but now she would have to tone down the unbridled urges she had for him as he would surely be ready for their life to return to normal any minute now.

"Wait!" Miles leapt up. "Where are you going?"

"To my room, why?" She was confused.

"Come with me to mine." It was a sort of invitation. She could recognize it as that, but the meaning behind it was clouded to her.

"Why?"

"Well, I don't want you to get rug burn." He looked down at his feet shyly. Normally he was so confident. It was unbecoming for an apprentice of Manfred von Karma to be so unsure of himself, but wait…had he just insinuated he would be mounting her again? She didn't know whether to slap him across the face for his insolence or spread her thighs and beg for him to not wait a second longer before pleasuring her again.

Miles looked up and regained his usual composure, quite a feat when naked in a hallway. "Manfred von Karma told us that we were to allow ourselves to perform nothing short of perfection. I think I need to practice more."

The hints of his desire were there. Not so much in the words but in the intensity of his eyes. He wanted her perhaps even more than she desired him.

"But, Miles that was amaz-" Franziska caught herself. "Not good enough. I know you are capable of better." Her automatic combative tone was back, but it subsided as she leaned toward him, "Are you saying you would want this again?"

Miles nodded. It was an answer that the day before he would have never thought possible, but even a few hours ago he would have never dreamed of having such a question posed to him.

She chuckled, "Well, I have been told I have bigger balls than most men."

Miles laughed. He couldn't explain the attraction he felt for her. It seemed to defy everything, but it was undeniable that he wanted to continue to be her lover as long as she would have him.

"Come with me, darling." The pet name slipped out accidentally. He cringed expecting the snap of her whip, but, of course, she was without it right now. Instead, she seemed strangely pleased so he continued. "We can use that ostentatious six-headed shower we never use."

Franziska pictured herself standing over his dripping wet kneeling body as the hot water rained upon their naked bodies. It was an image she liked very much. Surely she had one whip she could sacrifice to the moisture.

"I'll go get my clothes and meet you there."

"Going to get your most prized possession are you?" Edgeworth was teasing her. Despite the fact the paradigm seemed to have changed he knew that some things about Franziska were surely constant. He was sure she was missing the security of her constant companion. Her whip made her feel in charge and gave her a way to lash out her pent up emotions.

Franziska turned to him and she smiled, "Miles Edgeworth, YOU are now my most prized possession." And her lips met his with such a passion he was nearly knocked backward. He wrapped his arms around her and refused to let her away until his tongue had slid past hers and he had gently nibbled at her lips. They held one another looking into each other's eyes. He wanted to tell her that she didn't just have his body but his heart as well, but he knew that she would need a reason to whip him later and so he decided to save his sappy admission of love for a little later in the day. In his head he could already hear her voice admonishing him for confusing sexual pleasure with lovemaking.

But holding her there in his arms he couldn't help but wonder if she had perhaps lost her heart to him, too. Somewhere within that dominating exterior there was a person of great fragility and only he was allowed to view that precious creature. Only he could support her in the way she needed. She trusted him above all others and it was a great honor one he would cherish for all the days of his life and so he decided that he would provide her pleasure whenever she desired it and be there for her in any and every way he could.

Franziska sensed that her life would never be the same as it had been, that she had revealed herself to be human and not the legal robot that she was raised to be. Her father had always focused on her flaws and all the things that made her inferior yet Miles did not seem to find her inferior. He wasn't looking to take advantage of the weaknesses she displayed to him. Instead, he seemed to want to partner with her. A joy swelled within her as she remembered all those times she burned with jealousy of Phoenix and now it was she who held her brother's admiration.

He leaned her against the wall.

"Franziska. You are quiet. Have I displeased you?"

"No. Not at all."

"Let me be your lover. No one needs to know if you don't want. I'll never betray you. Trust me. Let yourself be happy, Franziska." His words could not have been more to her liking, but she cared about him far too much to simply say "yes". She wanted him. She wanted to use him over and over, but she cared about him. Was this fair to him?

"What about you?" she asked. Could he really, truly be happy with her she wondered?

"Franziska, I have never been happier than I am at this moment. And I already have to endure your whip everyday so I may as well get other pleasures out of the deal." She found even his smirk handsome.

"What about Phoenix?"

"Franziska, have you been jealous of him this whole time? Is that why you despise him so much?"

"I despise him because he is a fool." She snarled.

Edgeworth laughed. "He is. Guess who he's decided he's in love with?"

Franziska shrugged. "That crazy UFO photographer?"

Miles laughed. "No, Iris!"

"Iris?" Franziska sighed. How could he hurt Maya like that? Phoenix Wright had to be the biggest idiot. He had two people who worshipped him and he somehow found a third option.

"Poor, Maya." She said and to her surprise Miles nodded.

"I know, but maybe they'll figure it out. I mean we-" Miles realized he was comparing their new found relationship to their friends who had seemed destined since they met. He was sure the insinuation would not escape the sharp mind of his sister.

"I'm sorry I just meant…"

Franziska felt like her emotions were as exposed as her body and it was a new and scary experience for her. She was used to burying her emotions deep within her and having them only come to the surface in the form of rants she sprouted off when whipping those around her, not unlike a volcano that contained its hot lava under the surface save for a few destructive eruptions now and again, but Miles made her feel differently. Ever the gentleman, he had never given her any reason not to trust him.

"Miles, I…love-"

He spared her the embarrassment by kissing her again, but his lips did not stay on her face for long. Soon they started meandering their way down her breasts…

"You don't think you can have me whenever you want now do you?" Franziska barked.

Miles smirked. That was his Franziska.

"And why not? You obviously have been harboring quite the crush."

She slapped his face and he grabbed her wrists pinning her against the wall. The constant power struggle they engaged in over domination of the von Karma legacy had now metamorphosised into an entirely different kind of competition. One they both felt like winners of, because they had finally found someone else who wanted to play the game and play it rough, but more than that both Franziska and Miles felt like they had renewed purpose and hope for the future. For deep within their hearts, they had fallen desperately in love with each other. While they sensed the evolution of their affection their passion was so new that they both felt expressing it in words was inappropriate. So, for now, they left unsaid the feelings that their devotion to one another was limitless.

Miles pressed himself against Franziska as she whispered in his ear all the things her and her whip would be doing to him later. Licking at her neck as he listened, he found himself already craving her once again and he knew that he truly was her's now in everyway possible.

"My dear sister, that all sounds…wonderful," he murmured in a kind of love-intoxicated moan, "but you do know that this means we'll have to give the servants more time off now."

"Dearest brother," Franziska's eyes sparkled as she whispered to him, "You will serve me far better than they ever have." He nodded in response and she thought that she had never met someone more compassionate or more wonderful. Seeing his grey eyes gleam at her with newfound purpose made her love him even more than she already did. She sighed happily before bringing his lips to hers, closing hers eyes and realizing that her dream had finally come true.

Author's notes from Risenfromash: The song I listened to the most while writing this that, for me has become the Franny/Edgey theme song is "Come What May" from the Moulin Rouge movie soundtrack. If my writing is crap and you can't feel the love listen to the song…

Reading graphic sexual stuff tends to make me really embarrassed, but for some reason I've gone and written some. This is the most explicit story I've written and is actually the start of a series of one-shots that show the progression of Miles and Franziska's relationship in the years between the third and fourth game after AAI (assuming AAI is around the time of the third game). The series focuses on the themes of problems with monogamy and being in love that may or may not contradict one's underlying sexual preferences/desires.

I usually write in first person, but I can't see anyone sharing details like this about their sex life- so I've found my x-rated couple Franny/Edgey in 3rd person. Let me know what you think.