Okay, this fic? Intense. Like, really intense. Intensely smutty! Yup! This is the closest thing I've ever gotten to a lemon, so this makes it a lime. Jeez, my heart was beating and I was blushing the whole time I was writing it. Nonetheless, I hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it.

Franziska von Karma leaned back on her couch and sighed.

"He said he would come, but apparently not."

She sat up a bit and sighed again, but she leaned back again.

"No matter. Not like I wanted him to."

It was nearly 8 PM, and Franziska was sitting in her apartment alone. After that little incident at the airport with Miles Edgeworth just a year ago, he had coaxed her to stay in America a little longer.

She had not expected to go out anymore, so she had changed into one of her nightdresses. It was quite simple for her standards. A sleek, satin black dress that had a low neckline and the length well above her knees, it was certainly wasn't something that an average 19-year-old girl would wear.

After sighing for the third time, she finally just closed her eyes and wished for peace. Unfortunately, not everyone gets what they want...

*knock * *knock*

Franziska opened one eye and sighed exasperated at the door. Who would come at this time of night, anyway? She gracefully swung the door open and blinked once. Miles was standing at her door with a suspicious box in his hand.

He smiled warmly and said, "Hello, Franziska. May I come in?"

Without waiting for an answer, he had stepped in and closed the door for her. He made a beeline for the kitchen, and Franziska could not object or say a word. She just sighed yet again and automatically fixed up a cup of tea for her sudden guest.

Franziska put the cup down in front of Miles, who was sitting at a chair reading a pocketbook, and set down a cup for herself. She sat down and stared at Miles for a while.

"What are you doing here, Miles Edgeworth? You said you wouldn't come today. Shouldn't you be out on a date or observing the moon or something? It is a full moon today, and I know how much you love your astronomy."

He smiled mysteriously. "Well, I guess you could say that I had better things in mind."

Both of Franziska's eyebrows went all the way up. How could she guess what was on this guy's mind? She gave up trying and just took a sip of her tea.

Miles wolfed down his tea gracefully and set the empty cup in the sink. He casually strolled to the small piano in one corner of Franziska's apartment. He opened it and pressed a key. A lovely F sharp rang out.

"Franziska, have you played the piano at all lately? Your piano is out of tune." He turned to Franziska, who just finished her cup of tea and was starting to walk towards him.

She said, "No, not really. I haven't had time to. Work is much more important, you know."

He smiled mysteriously yet again. "Franziska, you must take a break, or that lovely brain of yours will stop working because of mental fatigue."

She blinked a couple of times with a huge question mark clearly written on her face. What the hell was that? Did he just... flirt with me?

Miles sat down and started to play a song. "C'mon, Franziska. Sit down next to me. You know the words to this one."

Franziska furrowed her eyebrows, but sat down next to him anyway. She closed her eyes and recalled the lyrics to the song as he started to play the intro.

I don't know what I'm supposed to say
When now suddenly you feel so far away
And you're not prepared to talk
And if you're now afraid to listen
Then I don't want to do this anymore

Oh I don't know which way I should turn
Seems the more we love
The more we have to learn
And I keep staring into space
Like it somehow has the answer
So don't let the music end
Oh my darling

Her singing voice was sweet, unlike her personality. In fact, her voice was so sweet like candy that it would give people a wrong impression of her persona. She paused, and started to sing the chorus. Miles joined her by singing the harmony.

Symphony
It's gone quiet around us now

His singing voice, though unpracticed, was rich and deep. It rumbled just enough to give it a manly sound. Before, people would describe his voice rich like caramel, and deep like the ocean. Basically, it was rich and deep like a caramel ocean.

The continued to sing and harmonize, all the way until the very end of the song. Franziska sang the last line, and Miles ended the song with a strong rush of chords. He turned to Franziska.

"You know, Franziska, your voice is as melodious as ever."

She looked down and turned a carnation pink. No. Was she blushing? In no way hell am I blushing!

He suddenly grabbed her hand and held it tight. She whipped around and found his face extremely close to hers; their noses were touching. Just a few more millimeters and they would have made complete lip contact.

Miles glanced down at Franziska's lips, and he knew that he wanted her. He wanted her badly. For so long, he wanted—no, needed her. Finally, he closed the gap and kissed her gently on the lips. He could feel her gasp; he wanted to pull forward and kiss her deeper, but he restrained himself, pulled back, and waited for a reaction from her.

She turned an incredibly dark shade of red and looked down. She looked up and gave him a quick peck on the lips. He smiled and nodded his head. She had given him the go sign, the sign of acceptance. He looked her over; he had nearly forgotten that she was in her nightdress – an incredibly sexy one, too.

Miles took a big gulp and stood up, still with Franziska's hand in his. He led her to her bedroom as if this were his residence and not hers. She followed obediently like a little child. They stepped into the room and Miles closed the door behind them. In the peacefulness and darkness of the room, he could feel and hear their hearts beating harmoniously together, as one. He knew it was time; he could no longer stand just being her "little brother." Franziska knew it was time, too. What was at first just a schoolgirl crush grew stronger and stronger until it was true love.

Miles led Franziska to the bed and laid her down. They kissed each other; lightly at first, then more and more passionate. Miles' lips slowly went down to her neck. As he was lightly sucking on her neck, Franziska uttered a slight moan.

"M-Miles..."

Miles stopped at the sound of his name and touched noses with her.

"Yes, Franziska?"

"..."

He felt her taking off his jacket and cravat, and eventually his shirt. She turned red as she saw what it looked like under the magenta-red suit: a well-defined and rippling torso. She timidly reached out and started to feel Miles' chest. As he felt how soft and tender her hands were, he smiled. She wanted him too, and he knew it.

"Are you ready, Franziska?"

"I... I am."

Miles smiled again, lustfully this time. Franziska was all his tonight.

"*moan* Miles Edgeworth, you have no intention of going slowly, do you?

No, not really."

The song that was sang above is called "Symphony" by Sarah Brightman. This woman is a genius, so I really suggest you listen to more of her songs.