Slightly NSFW things ahoy. What the heck, it's might as well be. Oral sex, everybody.

Fun fact: I do more research for this fic than my lab reports and essays.

Thank you TheMysteriousGeek2345, Zanoushe, and Glaciealis for reviewing. Two out of the three of you are returning participants, I see.

To T.M.G2345 (I dearly hope you don't mind me shortening your name.) Thank you again! Truth to be told I am having a tiny bit of writer's block. But hopefully my scenario does not negate you from continuing to read it!

Thank you Zanoushe for reviewing. And thank you for the suggestion, it is duly noted. Are there any particularly sore passages that stuck out regarding grammar?

Glaciealis; hello my most reviewing reader. I felt that the party was a little rushed, but sometimes everyone deserves a little luck. Besides, I wouldn't want Phoenix's supposed happiest day be ruined by a foul college party the continuing night. Receding hairline is one side effect along many that can happen that one doesn't necessarily want when taking T. Let's just say Phoenix must have gotten the trait from his father, or whichever side that has male baldness in their family history. The hormone is awakening latent male biological genes: the one that no one wants.

Chapter 4: Iris

Iris was not sure what she thought of Phoenix the first time she met him. Here she was, down from the mountains out of the blue, on the request of her sister. This current situation, the situation she was in right now, was probably illegal in some states or something. It wasn't identity theft per say, but...oh, who is she kidding, it might as well be! Identity theft with permission from the person you're pretending to be..to be in their place. Iris knows what she is doing is wrong, may the spirits ever forgive her. But this was a request from her sister, and sisters should help sisters, right?

Dahlia even gave her a cell phone, a device that she had never used in her life. It was a simple model, identical to hers, with the same numbers to boot. It did have her old SIM card after all. Dahlia went through the trouble of getting a new one just so that Phoenix wouldn't be able to contact her old number. Wouldn't it have saved her a ton of trouble by just giving him a fake number? No, she had to keep him in her sights. And in her sights would now mean in Iris's sights.

Iris's job basically, was to get the necklace that was now practically glued onto Phoenix's person. He cherished it like it was a gift from the Queen of England.

"I just feel so nauseated being around him," Dahlia said to Iris. "You'll do this for me, won't you sister dear?" Her words were drenched with sugar. Iris nervously swallowed, slowly nodding her head.

So it wasn't much of a surprise to Iris when the first words that came out of her mouth when she met the spiky haired raven was, "Please give me back the bottle."

Phoenix however, beamed at that. "You're so funny, Dollie." A joke. That's what Phoenix thought of her request. Something funny she had said to break the ice of their first date. Other than being somewhat naive and lacking in getting the hint sixth sense, Phoenix Wright was very kind. He was very open, and he was very loveable. No matter how many times Phoenix frustrated Iris by not giving her the bottle, her request being shot down at every turn, he always managed to make her feel loved and actually a person by just being genuinely sweet towards her.

Yes, Sister Bikini treated Iris like she was her own daughter, but she never had the type of attention Phoenix provided for her. He loved her in the romantic sense, something she was never able to experience. It was to her bitter horror when she realized that she was actually forming feelings for Phoenix Wright. What it was, Iris could not tell just yet. But it couldn't have been anything good, she had initially thought. As whenever she thought about their times together, Iris would feel happiness deep within her, followed by extreme guilt.

When Iris met Larry, she could tell that perhaps Phoenix was the mature level headed one of the two. Larry Butz was really spontaneous.

"Wow, she sure is a beaut, Nick. I'm really jealous. Guess you're over Edgey now, huh?"

Phoenix started sputtering, "Obviously! That was a long time ago, and don't make it sound like we were together! It was just puppy love."

"Love, you say?" Larry waggled his eyebrows, leading Phoenix to pinch him on the cheeks to silence him, the former's cheeks were beet red. Iris giggled at this. So this is what Phoenix was like around his friends.

"But I guess you're really not, are you? I mean you were just at the courthouse a few days ago to look up things about him weren't you-"

"I'm telling you that's not it!" Phoenix insisted, now basically muzzling his lanky friend to prevent him from talking. "Oh, on topics that are relevant, Dollie and I actually met in the basement library." Phoenix said triumphantly, positioning his hands to frame the blue necklace. Iris's heart started to pound. Wait, don't show that thing around!

"Yo, Nick that's a pretty weird piece of work you got there. Did someone swindle you on a good luck charm again?"

"No, that was you who bought charms on his salary. But I got this necklace from Dollie. She gave it to me along with a poem she wrote herself specifically for me. It's a symbol of our love."

"Stop it, Feenie. That's..that's embarrassing," Iris said. She even went as far as to hide her face between her hands to add to the effect.

"There's nothing to be shy or embarrassed about, Dollie. Everyone should know how much of a talented and thoughtful of a person you are. And what better way to prove it to everyone than this necklace? This way, they'll all know how wonderful of a woman you are!"

"Aw, I'm so jealous!" Larry screamed, clenching his hands into fists.

"Wait, what happened to Ginny, or Penny, or whoever it was you were dating."

"Noelle. She left me!" Larry sobbed. "My beautiful Noelle. I'm swearing it now, Phoenix. I'm over women! I'm never dating another woman ever again! My poor heart won't be able to take it anymore! I am off the dating scene, I'll start my own business and then we'll see who is 'reckless, indecisive and uncaring about the future'!" he continued to rant. All Phoenix could do was let out a deep sigh. Iris couldn't help but giggle. It was really nice and calming to be around Phoenix. And that is probably what is currently scaring her the most.

"Hey Dollie, sorry I'm late!" Phoenix Wright apologized as he ran up to Iris. There was a pang in her heart, a result of two main reasons. One, he had called her by a name that was not meant for her. Two, she was deceiving and lying to him.

"Oh, don't worry Feenie, the trailers haven't even started yet," Iris said sweetly. Phoenix sighed in relief.

"Anyways, hope you didn't buy anything yet, because everything is on me!"

"Oh Feenie, you don't have to-"

"But I want to."

"Feenie," Iris smiled. Maybe, just this once, Iris could enjoy a date without her conscience be constantly pestering her how wrong this was. She honestly felt like she was developing feelings for the bumbling idiot, and she wanted nothing more than to hold him as Iris. To be loved as Iris. To be with him as Iris. Not as Dahlia Hawthorne.

"Fine, we'll split it 50/50, no way am I letting my Dollie go Dutch," Phoenix smiled his adorable smile. But if we're going to buy the same things, wouldn't it technically be Dutch anyway? The necklace that Dahlia had given him a few months earlier was proudly displayed around his neck. Iris bit her lower lip, it was right there. She just needed to get it back and escape, and then she'll never have to face Phoenix Wright ever again. But she shook the thought away. Just once, just this once, she wanted to enjoy a date with her Feenie without worrying about that stupid, stupid necklace. "So Dollie, have you ever read the book for this musical?"

"Of course I have, Feenie, have you forgotten what I am majoring in?"

"N-not at all, Dollie! You're the Dahlia Hawthorne, lit major extraordinaire! There's not one classic novel you have yet to read, be it in English, French, or German!" Phoenix declared, puffing out his chest proudly. Iris couldn't help but smile at that. Phoenix's lack of negativity simply was a sight to behold, a beautiful sight that was not meant for her. It was meant for her sister. But Iris knew that Dahlia would rather jump off a bridge than go on a date with Phoenix Wright.

The movie, as predicted, was tragic. Both Iris and Phoenix teared up at the end while the credits rolled. Phoenix was actually bawling his eyes out. She patted his hair gently while he cried into her shoulder, sobbing out the names of the various characters that had died throughout the film.

"Even Gavroche, Dollie...the little boy, he was just a little boy," Phoenix whimpered. Iris rocked him back and forth, like one would do to quell a child to sleep. "I love you, Dollie."

Iris's heart skipped a beat.

"I love you, I love you," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her closer to him. Because it was dark, and because she was sure no one was looking, Iris began to cry again. This time, however, it wasn't because of the movie.

"I love you, Feenie. I love you, too," she whispered into his hair. And just like that, Iris had sealed both of their fates.

This date was different. She knew it, and Phoenix knew it. This time, it was a private date, with no one to bother them. It had started off like normal, the two asking the other how their day was. They had a dinner that was made by them both. Well, Phoenix helped prepare the vegetables. With the dinner finished and the dishes washes, the two lovers settled down on the sofa in each other's arms. After a half an hour or so of idle chatter and cuddling, things began to get...intimate. Soon, they were on a bed, becoming the only two humans that existed at that very moment.

Iris was aroused. She couldn't help it. Phoenix was just too good. She was grasping at his neck and his hair, while he slightly tugged her roots and groped her right breast. His kisses trailed down to her neck and Iris let out a small gasp. Phoenix gently lowered both their bodies onto the bed, with his body pressed against hers. He kissed her collarbone, slipping his hand under her bra. Cupping them lightly, Phoenix continued to shower Iris with kisses.

Phoenix then slid off the bed. There was a rustling of some sorts, as if Phoenix was taking something out of a box. Curious, Iris tried to see what he was doing by lifting her head a bit. However, with one fluid motion, Phoenix when under her skirt and began to plant kisses against her knees and inner thigh. Slightly embarrassed, Iris reflexively closed her legs.

"Do you...want me to stop?" Phoenix asked,removing his head from her crotch and halted his actions immediately.

"No..no..please...more," Iris breathed. Phoenix obliged right away. Soon, Iris's panties were removed, and Phoenix spread for what felt like a thin sheet of latex over her opening. Phoenix then kissed her there in that spot. Iris let out a large moan, instinctively grasping his hair and tugged on it slightly. Phoenix moaned against his partner's pelvis. Both their bodies shook with ecstasy as Phoenix continued to pleasure his Dollie. The layer of contraception didn't hinder or take away from the sexual experience at all, in fact it seemed to add even more. The feeling of his tongue and the dental dam, caressing and massaging an area even she didn't dare touch was heavenly.

Eventually, Iris's body shook as she experienced her first orgasm. Phoenix crawled back onto the bed, embracing her in a tight hug as she caught her breath. Iris began to tug on his jeans, wanting desperately to return the favor.

"F-feenie," she breathed. But Phoenix stopped her by holding her wrist, preventing her from pulling down his pants.

"No, Iris. I-it's okay." He kissed her forehead and the two of them soon drifted off to sleep.

It's been several weeks since they had started to become physical. But it was all really one sided. Iris was always on the receiving end, and Phoenix constantly refused her attempts to reciprocate. One day, Iris decided to confront him about it.

"Feenie..." Iris cooed, brushing the locks glued on his face from sweat away from his eyes. With one arm, he enveloped Iris against his own body, mummering into her hair. "Feenie, I want to give you some too."

With this, Phoenix removed his arm and sat up. With his other hand, he tousled his hair, sighing.

"Dollie, you know how I feel..about..you know."

"But Feenie, I want you to feel good too," she genuinely meant it, guiding his arm to cup her breast. Phoenix kindly groped them, blushing slightly that such a petite beauty was his girlfriend.

"Remember when we met at the courthouse?"

"Yes..." Iris lied. That was her sister, Dahlia. Not her.

"Well, I was so happy. So happy that you'd date me despite me being transgender..." Oh. Oh. Dahlia must have either not paid attention as she didn't tell Iris this information - her main objective that day was of course, to hide the poison. Or she did hear and didn't bother telling her sister a particularly crucial fact about their new boyfriend. Iris tried to hide her surprise. Phoenix had already told "her" this, after all.

"And in all honesty, seeing you pleasured makes me feel good, too."

"Don't you want me to eat you out too?" Iris asked, more determined than ever before. Her expression must have been somewhat frightful, as Phoenix stiffened up. With a giant blush, Phoenix coughed, removing the hand on her breast to awkwardly massage the back of his neck.

"I do. I do but-"

"But then why won't you let me..."

"I'm afraid," Phoenix confessed, tears were already forming in his eyes.

"Afraid of what?"

"Because of my injections...even down there is not normal. The clitoris is abnormally larger, and I'm afraid that it'll...It'll disgust you."

Iris replied by kissing him on the lips, determined to suck the breath out of him. She soon felt the salty tears that rolled down her lover's cheeks, and he began to relax. The fake redhead eventually accomplished her objective, and successfully gave Phoenix one of the most pleasurable moments of his life that night. They both moaned and writhed on the bed so wildly and so passionately, Iris was glad that Phoenix had no roommates that could potentially interrupt their current moment of bliss. When they were done, the both of them rested in the each other's arms, listening to their lover's breath even out.

She had fallen in love with this man. And this man loved her. No. he loved her sister. But for now it was just her and him. Only she had ever been with him like this. She was his first, as he was hers. For now she can pretend that she was not lying to him. Pretend that she really is the "Dollie" that he thought she was.

She waited for Phoenix to sleep before she started crying, because she had done nothing but lie to him since the day she met him. She was a monster. The necklace that held the poison was also right there, on the bedside table. And she cried to herself because she couldn't even bring herself to steal it. She was useless. A useless monster.

After she dried her eyes, she used the moonlight to get a clearer view of Phoenix, the quiet moment served as a time when no lies were coming from her lips. The moment where Phoenix was not bent by her words of falsehood. In the silence, all was at peace with no lingering malice in the air. Tonight Phoenix was sleeping without a shirt on, leaving Iris the opportunity to see the rise and fall of his sleeping chest. He was beautiful, and she was tainting his beauty. She didn't deserve him, not Phoenix.

A few months later, Phoenix caught a cold. One night, when Iris was not sleeping by his side, the young college student simply tossed and turned too much, eventually throwing the blanket off of his person, and allowed the winter air from the opened window seep through his skin. Iris visited him after her classes, bringing him soup and her knitting tools. She was making him a sweater, something to keep him warm during his unfortunate cold. It was finished just in time for Valentine's Day. Phoenix was recovering from his cold, but he was still sick.

"Achoo! Denks, Dallie," Phoenix said through his stuffy nose. He took off his face mask to take in the smell of the soupy broth before him. "You know...I can actually almost smell it!" he cheered.

"That's good, Feenie. Now, eat up so you'll get better," she smiled serenely. Phoenix did as he was told. He didn't want to disappoint his Dollie, after all. After Phoenix had finished his share of dinner, the two were preparing to spend some quality couple time with each other.

"Hey..Feenie...where's the necklace?" Iris questioned her lover.

"Oh, it's where my heart is," Phoenix said, pointing to the center of his chest. So it was under his current sweater. Typical. "Don't worry, Dollie. I'll never take it off."

"Hey, Feenie. Would you mind taking your sweater off?"

"But Dollie...it's kind of chilly..."

"Oh, guess you don't want your present then," she fake moped, pouting her lower lip out.

"No, wait! I do, I do!" Phoenix stammered, practically tearing his sweater off. There it was, the bottle necklace in all it's glory. Resting perfectly square in the middle of Phoenix's chest. So close and yet..Iris couldn't help but reach out to it. Her fingers clasped around the trinket, tracing its features. She was so close. If only there was an excuse for him to take it off-

Her thinking was cut off when Phoenix sneezed. His head was off to the side, mind you. He also had put on his face mask to boot, so there was no awkward...spraying of the germs. Iris though, winced at the sudden noise and retracted her hand. This is silly, she thought. There's no way I'm going to be able to make him remove it tonight. Which was true. It was the day of love after all, and why would you take off something that symbolizes your relationship with your significant other? (If you're a dick, that's what.)

After Iris returned to reality, she returned to the couch and shifted through her back of knitting utensils to the prize. She took out the giant pink sweater in one fell swoop and-

"Dallie, oh my gash, dank you." Phoenix said as he felt the fabric between his fingers. Iris had knitted in secret, and despite Phoenix's constant pestering to know just what she had been making, she was able to surprise him in the end. Phoenix took the sweater in his hands and wore it right away. A part of the giant heart was jutting out because of the necklace, leading Iris to bit her lower lip. Phoenix however, thought this was a sign of nervousness that he did not like her present. "It's beautiful, Dallie. Oh, oh, and here's your present."

"Feenie, you're sick, you didn't have to-" but before Iris could finish her reasoning, a giant box was pushed into her face. She managed to take the box before her shock got the hold of her. Resting the box on her knees, Iris opened the lid from her present. Inside were another box of chocolates. Imported. Way too expensive for a college student. There was an even smaller box resting next to it. Small, a dark royal blue in color. A jewellery box. Iris could feel the tears brimming as she opened the smaller box, revealing the treasure that was inside.

It was a two strand bracelet. The strands were like vines, weaving around the other in a complete circle. Flowers also sparsely decorated the vines, a deep orangey pink flower. Dahlias.

"They're not black Dahlias," she commented to herself. Phoenix however, caught wind of that.

"But Dallie, black doesn't suit you at all. You're gentle, you're sweet. You remind people about the pretty dings in life and you-" Phoenix stopped mid sentence to have a sneezing fit. Iris's heart sunk. She bit her tongue from spilling him the truth right then and there. If only he knew, if only she had the courage to tell him. She wants him to be angry at her. She wants him to berate her, to yell at her. She wants him to see disdain in his eyes as he learns the whole truth. Anything. She would be able to settle for anything. Anything but the love he has in his eyes right now. Anything but that.

"Thank you...Feenie...thank you," she said as she clutched the bracelet close to her chest. Tears were rolling down her eyes. Eventually the gift box fell over as the chocolates nearly spilled onto the floor. She bent down to pick it up, with Phoenix shooting to the ground to help her.

They continued the night in each other's arms watching silly romantic comedies. Laughing at the silly antics and crying at the bittersweet moments. It wasn't long for Phoenix to doze off in the middle of their third movie. She shook him awake and guided him to bed in the darkened hallways, no longer illuminated by the television. Their clothes were removed as soon as they were fitted onto the bed cuddling against one another.

"Dallie, you're guna get sick."

"No, silly. I never get sick. Besides, I want to feel your warmth. We're not gonna do anything if you don't want to."

But Phoenix was already asleep once more, breathing slowly into her hair - well, as best as he could through his stuffy nose, resting his chin near her head. Arms wrapped around her protectively as Iris was able to snuggle close against his chest. Hearing his heartbeat as she slowly too began to lose consciousness.

Their relationship stayed like that for only a few more precious weeks. Phoenix recovered from his code, only to have it come back again as a result of an all nighter around the first week of April. What would he ever do without her? Certainly, he would be able to experience a love life without all the lies and deceit. Every time that it seems like Iris would find a time to be content and happy, the necklace would jolt her out of the trance, and a call from Dahlia would shatter the illusion. Late one night, as if some kind of premonition, a pang of guilt jolted Iris awake as she was sleeping besides a peaceful Phoenix.

He trusted her so much, and yet she was using his kindness. Something pulled at her heart as her phone rang. Phoenix did not stir as Iris climbed out of bed to pick up her mobile. She felt herself stop breathing as she saw an unknown caller ID. Dahlia. Feeling the tears in her eyes well up again, Iris picked up her clothes and exited out of the room. This was the last she'd see of Phoenix for a very, very long time.