Sunshower
They were relaxing on the back porch, enjoying the warm May afternoon. Edgeworth sat at the wooden patio table, sipping on tart lemonade and reading the latest Steel Samurai volume. He looked comfortable in loose-fitting khaki shorts and a button-down shirt that he'd left open.
Phoenix was even more casual, dressed simply in an old pair of blue swim trunks and leaving his torso completely bare to the bronzing sun. He had carted over a rickety plastic folding lounge to stretch out on while he skimmed through an old Grisham thriller. He teased Edgeworth that for once he was reading classier literature than his lover.
Neither noticed the dark line on the horizon, the scent of fresh earth seeping through the air that promised rain. The first sporadic droplets of water to plunk down went unheeded.
Edgeworth drained the last of his glass. On his way inside for a refill Phoenix leaned over and grabbed his forearm.
"Get one for me too?" he asked, smiling up. Edgeworth nodded, and Phoenix realized the sun had added a little color to those usually pale cheeks, had made the silver hair shine. He flushed as he followed the line of bare flesh under the open shirt, seeing the slightly sun-kissed chest.
As Edgeworth was about to make a snide remark about Phoenix's ogling, he found himself yanked down into the attorney's lap with an undignified yelp.
"Sorry," Phoenix said, nuzzling into his neck, "but you just look irresistible." He trailed a line of kisses up to the prosecutor's ear and traced meaningless patterns across his back.
Edgeworth set his glass down on the deck, lemonade forgotten in the face of the sudden attention, and moved his knees on either side of Phoenix. He turned his head and met Phoenix's lips with his own, tasting warmth. As the kiss grew more intense, the wind picked up and scattered water drops across them.
Phoenix suddenly shivered and pulled back when he felt a line of water slide across his back. He blinked up at the sky and finally realized they were caught in a light drizzle. "It's raining," he said.
"How observant of you," Edgeworth said drily. "Perhaps you should have gone into meteorology instead of law."
"Yeah, but the sun's still shining here," Phoenix retorted. "It's a sunshower."
"A what?"
"You know, when you get both at the same time? It's really special. Sun and rain, opposites, coming together when they're usually apart…"
Edgeworth fixed him with an amused look. "If you're about to make some sappy allusion to the two of us, well…"
"Well, what?" Phoenix was grinning. The light rain had softened his spikes, the sun gleamed off the water drops clinging to his chest, and he looked entirely too happy. Edgeworth reached past him and pulled the lever on the lounge, dropping Phoenix flat on his back with the prosecutor smirking on top.
"Well, I'd just call you a sentimental idiot," he said, and leaned down and caught his lips once more.
And as the sun and the rain joined together, the sunshower gently ebbed away, forgotten.
