Risenfromash: I don't know why but for some dang reason this particular chapter made me blush more than any of the others have. I can't believe I'm posting stuff like this…
Edgeworth was in his room in his majestic eighteenth century four-poster bed with the red and gold bedding in a deep slumber when he felt the covers move and someone join him in bed. Without opening his eyes he reached out to welcome his visitor with a loving touch.
"Hello, Franziska." He said in a barely awake murmur. "You could have called me. I would have come to you. You know that." Franziska and he still had separate rooms in different wings of the von Karma mansion, but whenever she requested him he obliged her by coming to her room and staying for as long as she wanted his company and pleasuring. It was all on her schedule. He never called her but instead waited to be beaconed. Some men would not have enjoyed this arrangement, but Miles didn't mind. He didn't like guessing what she might want when and Franziska had proven that logical thought couldn't be applied to matters of the heart or of attraction.
"Your bed is more comfortable. I like the sheets."
Miles laughed. "Well, as I recall I told you that you should buy some too, but you said that it was "foolish foolishness" to spend that kind of energy and money on something as trivial as picking out linens."
"I admit it. I was wrong." She stretched out her limbs running them over the bed sheets with the ludicrously high thread count.
Miles smiled ever so slightly and leaned in to lick at her neck.
"Is there something I can do for you?"
He could read the desire in her eyes and he happily wrapped his arms around her as one who really adored their chore. His lips sucked on hers gently and he held her to him, but she didn't dig at his back. She didn't kiss back. She didn't drive her hips into his.
He pulled back, "Is something bothering you, dear sister?"
Franziska considered whether to tell him or not. She hated to admit a weakness. She hated herself for having them.
"Please tell me, what's bothering you, darling." Miles said and even in this dim light the intensity of his grey eyes made her succumb.
She sat up in the bed and looked at him intently.
"You know that new paralegal?" She asked. Miles had not expected this to be about work. For one thing, even without the assistance of her whip Franziska was quite proficient at handling her subordinates and for another they generally didn't talk about work in bed. Usually they were too busy working to release one another's tension for much talk.
"You mean the French one, Monique? With the red hair?"
So, he had noticed her. Franziska shuddered to think of his grey eyes scanning another woman.
"She intends to ask you out on a date." Franziska sounded disgusted.
Miles laughed. There were so many funny things about this situation, but Franziska's concern was the foremost. He leaned toward her again ready to start making love to her and ignore this idiotic bit of news. The fact someone else might desire him was irrelevant to him. He was here for Franziska's pleasure only and he tried desperatly to entice her to have some fun with him but she still sat there unwilling to participate.
"Are you scared that I will leave you for-"
"What will you tell her when she asks you?" Franziska was pained to think of anyone else even contemplating being with her Miles. It had driven her mad with jealousy before they were even together, but now…the thought was unthinkable.
Miles continued to kiss and lick her neck and ears and bosom. "Whatever you wish me to, my love. I could say that I'm seeing someone. I could say that I'm gay. I could say that there is only one woman for me."
She trembled a little. His devotion to her and her needs was perfect.
"A woman who is strong-willed and incredibly beautiful and-"
She made a face. She was sure he was simply attempting to flatter her now and a von Karma was too smart to fall for such common tricks.
"Franziska, you needn't be jealous. If I were to cheat on you with someone it would not be someone we work with and if it were it would definitely not be Monique. It would be that handsome young file clerk, Hans, who always wears his pants just a tad too tight." He was teasing her and she knew it.
All he wanted was for her to instruct him what he could do to be of service to her.
"That isn't funny!" Franziska raised her head in defiance of his amusement.
"Well, I'm sorry my lady, but I think you acting jealous is very silly." His hand extended across her body resting on her thigh while his nose gently rubbed at her neck like a loving cat.
"And you got this in the mail from Kay Faraday." She tossed a postcard at him. Apparently she had hidden it under her when she arrived. Miles reached over and turned on the bedside lamp. The postcard featured a photo of the skyline of a major city with towering skyscrapers that undoubtedly housed the headquarters of many prominent corporations and banks. Her note was brief, just a thinking-of-you from an old friend. He smiled.
"That was sweet of her." He said propping it against the lamp on the nightstand.
"HMPH!"
"And what Franziska is wrong with a friend dropping me a line?"
"You fool! She signed it "love"!!" Franziska crossed her arms, but it didn't stop Miles from wrapping his arms around her. Could she really be this insecure?
"But, Franziska, you like Kay!"
"I know I do, but I can't stand all these women fawning all over you."
"Kay is just a friend and I'm not going to date Monique or anyone else."
"Good. Because…I…I won't allow it!" And with that she dove under the covers and pulled down his pants plunging her mouth over his erection.
"Franziska!" She had never so much as kissed him there and now she was ramming his hardness as deep into her throat as it would go. He reached down and ran his fingers through her hair, but it did nothing to distract her. Her determination to pleasure him was extreme. Her lips were sliding up and down him her hands fondling him. Her lips tugged on his loose skin careful never to bite but there was a ferocity to her that made Miles wonder if he would survive this romantic encounter with her. She looked up at him his foreskin pinched between her lips and he felt himself starting to leak. Her tongue swept across him tasting his natural lubricant and she moaned.
She wanted nothing more than to claim every inch of him. No person was going to take him away from her. She would do anything to make sure he continued to serve her and her only.
She plunged him deep into her mouth as far she could manage and held him there as he groaned with pleasure at the sensation. Then she slowly backed him out of her letting her moist lips slide down his length. He was now wet with her saliva and it just made it easier for her tongue and lips to glide all around him. He moaned and made murmuring sounds and then he started to thrust ever so slightly into her mouth as her tongue played with him.
She could sense that he would be cumming soon, very soon and it excited her and she lapped at him even harder. He felt himself getting very near to loosing control and he reached down to push her off of him, but she wouldn't move. Instead, she gripped the bed sheets on either side of his body defiantly refusing to remove her mouth from him and so he sprayed into her. She had him so deeply in her throat that she could barely taste his seed but she found herself wanting to drink him and so she pulled him part of the way out so she could savor the flavor of his love.
She continued to suck on him as she surveyed her lover. He looked sweaty and unsettled with his eyes rolling around in his head. She crawled up his body and slung a leg on either side of his hips and proceeded to kiss him. He was too out-of-it to kiss her back. He was too desperately in desire of air, but then he hugged her and their lips met. He found she tasted like him as his tongue explored her.
"You didn't need to do that, you know."
"I wanted you to have been everywhere. My dear brother, every part of me is yours."
"My dear sister, seeing you so insecure is troubling. What can I do to assure you that I won't leave you? That my life has only two purposes," he brought his lips to her ear so his warm breath tickled her as he continued. "To bring criminals to justice and to pleasure you in everyway I can as often as you will have me."
Franziska gasped. As if she weren't already aroused enough just hearing him say that was enough to throw her over the edge. He was practically worshipping her, her with all her eccentricies and pushiness. It was surely some kind of miracle.
He reached under her skirt and pulled her soaked panties off. She rolled onto her back and he removed his night garments. She expected him to mount her, but instead his head dove between her legs and his tongue searched around for any of those areas that made her yelp. He found one and his tongue twirled on it making her thrash till he lost it for a moment and then found it again.
She murmured his name and told him how good it felt as his hand grouped around for hers and when he found it they interlaced their fingers as he kissed and licked at her folds. She madly grabbed at his leg and spun him around till she was able to reach his cock and she began lapping at it like a lollipop as he slide his tongue in and out of her.
They continued like this until he felt an overwhelming need to once again see her eyes and he turned himself around to be able to give her a passionate kiss as he plunged himself into her.
She let out a yell and her breasts pointed toward the sky. He held his hand behind her chest her now rag doll-like body elegantly raising and lowering with every probe of his penis. He took his time enjoying her until he felt the need to be more aggressive and then he plunged into her with all his energy exploding into her as she moaned.
Laying her down in the sea of pillows and comforters he thought there was nothing more beautiful than her devotion to him. Her possession of his soul was so perfect he couldn't even imagine being with anyone else.
He was panting too much to be able to speak, but when he regained the ability he rolled over and kissed her cheek.
"I believe that you are lacking confidence because I don't show the signs of my affection for you publicly, but I had thought that was what you wanted. If you would rather I invade your office to do this with you there so all the other prosecutors and lawyers know who has my… admiration I will. Franziska, just tell me what you want."
"I want you to only be with me."
"Then it is so."
"You don't know how agitating it is that I don't have to worry about only women stealing you away. I have to worry about both. It's enough to drive me insane."
"My dear sister, I'm not leaving you and I only look at men. Women hold no interest for me."
She raised her eyebrows.
"You don't count." He said. And they both laughed.
"If Monique asks me I will tell her that I am involved."
Franziska threw herself at him wildly kissing his neck and chin with little love pecks.
"Oh, Miles, what would I do if you left me?"
"Perhaps find a more normal relationship?"
She slapped him hard across the face. "It is not your place to criticize my choice of a lover."
"Yes, darling. Whatever you say."
"And whatever I wish?"
"Of course." He said smiling.
"Then make love to me again. Now!"
He chuckled at her demanding tone. As if he would have denied her. He never denied her. He meant what he had said about serving her. She gave his life meaning and pleasure, lots of pleasure and he wanted it to be that way for all eternity.