Risenfromash: continuing with my silly episodic lemony stories about Miles and Franziska. This story features the servants introduced in earlier chapters, but if you haven't read those don't worry…you'll figure it out. I also have a bunch of angsty chapters written, too, but there is one that has presented a challenge to me and I want to post it before the others to have some kind of order to the events. I've specifically avoided creating a timeline with these stories though all of them take place in the seven years between the third PW game and Apollo Justice. I'll be doing crossovers between my Phoenix/Maya, Polly/Vera arc and this one…

Miles muscles ached with exhaustion. He tromped into his bedroom as in a trance. He didn't turn the light on, but proceeded to undress in total darkness. Yanking his shoes and socks off he tossed his magenta suit and cravat on the floor. Normally he would never have treated his clothing with such carelessness, but all he wanted now was sleep, the blessed respite he had been denying himself all week.

Crawling into bed in nothing but his underwear he felt his leg brush against someone asleep in his bed.

He smiled.

Franziska…

He pulled himself over next to her and wrapped his arm around her lower abdomen.

"What a nice surprise," he commented dreamily as he spooned up next to her. But he found himself pulling away. Franziska's hair was in his face. When had it gotten so long, he wondered. He tried again but this time it seemed like her body didn't fit against him. He wasn't able to curl himself around it the way he usually did, like a cat wrapping itself around its master. And why did she smell like sandalwood instead of that subtle flowery scent that aroused him with a single inhalation? He crawled over to turn on the bedside lamp.

"CATRIONA?!"

"Yes, Mr. Edgeworth. It's me," the maid flipped the covers back so he could view her body clad only in pink lacy lingerie. Her breasts bulged from the pink bra like fleshy desserts waiting to be savored. Her legs so long and touchable were shaped just perfectly for holding on to as a man plowed into her. Her red hair hung down around her shoulders with just the right amount of haphazardness and her eyes looked at Miles seductively. She was everything men find impossible to resist. "Miles, don't continue to pretend that your sister is the only woman you want." Her words were breathy and sensual she was putting all her erotic desire into every syllable so that he would know just how hard she would work to bring him pleasure in exchange for the kind of mind-blowing fucking she knew he and his sister shared.

Miles reflexes were slowed from exhaustion and so he merely stood there in shock with a blank expression on his face. The hopeful servant misinterpreted this stare as entrancement and smiled mischievously dragging one of her fingertips across her lip in the path she wanted his tongue and later his cock to take.

"I thought so," she said as she proceeded to crawl across the bed on all fours, her butt in the air like a cat in heat.

Miles began to back up. What had he done wrong? Why was this woman coming on to him? All he wanted was to sleep.

"Catriona, I…I…" He was at a loss for words. She was attractive like a work of art was attractive, but he didn't want to hump the Mona Lisa. He didn't know what to say. He was so bad at things like this.

"I'm going to leave now," he stated and he turned to leave, but Catriona jumped off the bed and wrapped her arms around him. She pressed her virtually naked body against him. Her bosom pressed up against his back and her hands slid down his torso making his way to his groin.

"You can do whatever you want to me," she whispered in his ear.

Oh, good lord!

"Catriona, I have already stated that I am leaving. I want no part in this. The only person I want is Franziska and right now all I want is some sleep. Go bother Shelby."

Catriona's nostrils flared at his suggestion she go diddle the gardener. Like she was some common floozy. She knew he wanted her. How could he refuse her body? Her hands madly grabbed at him and found him to not be especially aroused.

"What the hell?" She thought to herself. Everyone thought the master of the house was gay, but she had seen him making love to Franziska pounding away at her with a drive that would put most straight men to shame. How could he do that if he wasn't attracted to women? Yet how could he resist her perfect body and her willingness to give herself completely to him if he was straight?

Miles grabbed her arms and pulled them off him and stormed out of his room in a huff and headed to the other wing of the mansion.

Damned women. Why was it women were always coming on to him? He didn't like them. They were mischievous little minxes who were used to getting what they wanted with a bat of their eyes. How dare this woman touch him!! How forward and rude to sneak into his bedroom and expect him to just screw her! Good God!

Miles knocked at his sister's bedroom door and heard Franziska's half asleep response. "What is it?!" She did not sound happy to have her slumber interrupted.

"It's me. Please, may I come in, darling?"

"No. Go away. I'm too tired for company." Her response wasn't harsh. It was simply factual. She was tired and wanted to sleep.

"Me, too, but I'd like to come sleep with you if-"

"Miles, every time we sleep together we never actually sleep and…I have to be in court in…" there was a pause as she consulted her timepiece. "Five hours."

"I know, darling, so do I, but PLEASE could you-"

"No, Miles."

"I promise, sister, I'll behave myself. I just don't want to be alone tonight."

"HMPH…….oh, fine. I suppose you can come in."

Miles stepped into Franziska's room. The moonlight was shining in through the big window on the south side of the room making the whole place look as though it had been dipped in a vat of pale blue paint. He climbed into bed beside her and spooned up next to her his hand crossing her body.

"I swear to God you try anything and I will-"

"Hush, sister. We both need our sleep."

He ran his hand over her belly that was covered in the smooth satin of her nightgown. He inhaled her delicately fragrant flower aroma that reminded him of lying on his back in the gardens in the spring. He felt happy and excited to be with her.

"Miles, do you have a cold?" Franziska asked sounding genuinely concerned.

"No." She had caught him.

"Then why are you sniffling so much?"

"I'm sorry. You always smell so lovely. I love breathing you in."

"Hmph."

Miles chuckled a little at his sister's disregard of his compliment. He rubbed his face into the back of her neck. Even as tired as he was he felt himself becoming aroused. She was so perfect. She smelt perfect and they fit perfectly together.

"Miles, what did I tell you?" Franziska scolded him as she rolled over. She peered up at his face bathed in moonbeams and seeing how beautiful he looked with that loving glitter to his eyes she brought her lips to his and kissed him.

"Now, sister, I thought you said-"

"A good night kiss is all you're getting. Now- GOOD NIGHT, brother."

"Good night," Miles said happily as he nuzzled his face into her back and drifted off to sleep envisioning their bodies perfectly spooned against one another.

"Brother, wake up."

Miles rolled over and saw his sister getting dressed.

"Miles, I thought that perhaps you might want to ride with me to work today."

This was an offer Franziska had never made before and he immediately sat up and nodded.

"That would be nice."

"Good. I'd like that, too, but if you wish for us to ride together you better get out of bed and get dressed." She pointed to the clock on the bedside table and Miles was alarmed to find that it was nearly seven-thirty already.

"Oh, Lord! Why didn't you wake me earlier?"

She shrugged. "You looked like you could use the sleep besides I don't usually get to wake to you in my bed. I was rather enjoying watching you sleep. Is that terribly foolish?"

Miles nodded, but smiled and stood up. The events of the night before were a jumble in his brain along with fragments of blissful dreams he had while cradling his sister as he slept. Surely the whole seduction by Catriona was merely some kind of exhaustion-induced hallucination. The girl was much too innocent to do anything of that sort.

"Little brother, where is your robe?" Franziska said surveying the room. Miles looked about too and felt a hint of illness in the pit of his stomach upon the realization that his robe was nowhere to be seen. Maybe some of what he thought happened had happened.

"I must not have been wearing one," he muttered.

Franziska raised her eyebrows. "Well, this is new. Are you going to start watching American football, too? Maybe stock car races? Sitting on the couch with one hand on the remote control and your other hand tucked into your pants?"

Miles laughed. His sister was terrible.

"Franziska, just because I once walked around my own home in nothing but my underwear does not mean that I am about to make a habit of it…or any other bizarre clichéd male habits, especially uncultured American ones."

She laughed and he thought her laugh had an especially musical quality to it. "Have you forgotten that you are an American?"

"Have you forgotten I have duel citizenship making me doubly cultured?"

She walked up beside him and whispered in his ear, "All the American culture cancels out the more refined European culture. Therefore, little brother, you have no culture at all. You're merely putty in my hands." And with this she grabbed his behind and squeezed it sending naughty chills running through his entire body.

She turned to the closet again and said louder, "I'd offer you one of my robes, but I think you'd look silly in them… none of them are your shade of pink."

"Dearest sister, please shut up," Miles said sticking his head into the hallway to see if the coast was clear.

"You should be fine. Catriona should be in the kitchen helping make breakfast."

Miles eyes grew wide. Did Franziska know? No, surely if she did Catriona would not be in the kitchen preparing breakfast she would be running from Franziska's wrath. He shook his head. And people claimed men were possessive.

"Helga, what do you mean she just left? How dare she walk out on a von Karma!"

Miles walked into the formal dining area and found the staff surrounding Franziska. He sighed. What could be the problem now? The servants knew they could call a plumber or electrician without it being preauthorized. Franziska and he did not have time for any of their problems today. They needed to hurry through breakfast and head to the courthouse…unless of course Miles could convince Franziska to let him drive…

"He did something to her. I know it!" Raynha shouted pointing an accusatory finger in his direction.

Miles drew his chin back in surprise.

"What is it that I am being accused of? And do I get a defense?" He said trying to make light of the chaos.

Franziska turned around whip in hand.

"Catriona has abruptly ended her employment with us!"

Miles deeply inhaled. He had been desperately trying to convince himself that the events of the night before hadn't been real, but logically this development could not be coincidence.

Miles shrugged. "Helga, make sure you give her an excellent recommendation. It's probably for the best she has ceased her employment here. I think she was unhappy because we didn't appreciate her services enough."

Franziska's eyes met Miles. The meaning of his words might be lost on the under educated servants, but she knew the truth his words revealed.

Raynha ran up to Miles and hissed at him. "You bewitched her didn't you?"

Franziska stepped between Miles and the Portuguese maid. "My brother may be known as the "Demon Prosecutor", but I assure you he has done nothing improper and I find this behavior most foolish. So either you desist or I will be forced to fire you right here and now."

"I never! He has you under his spell with all that pleasuring he gives you at all hours of the day and night, worshipping you like some kind of god. It's sinful!"

Franziska cracked her whip. "What my brother and I do together is none of your business!"

Miles sighed and sat down at the table in front of his eggs benedict. It seemed pointless to him to attempt to defend himself against this hysterical woman who seemed to think he was headed for the hell fires. Perhaps she was right, but he really didn't consider it her business. But he smirked knowing that Franziska would deal with this pest for him so that he could proceed with his morning.

"Yes, his pretty boy looks and impeccably manners have you all entranced…I…I quit."

Raynha stormed out and Shelby clapped, "Ms. von Karma! Congratulations! You may have lost one good maid, but you eliminated one that needed to go. So you think you could manage to hire a woman not obsessed with demons or your brother next time?"

Franziska snapped her whip at him and he left the room in a hurry continuing to chuckle to Helga about how wonderful it would be to no longer have the prudish maid around "cramping" his style.

Franziska glared at the other servants. "You may commence the interviews fro two new maids immediately and I want them better screened this time! No one who idolizes the inquisition is welcome in this house. You hear me! We value our privacy!!"

"Yes, Ms. von Karma," Helga nodded and shooed everyone but the lady and master of the house out of the room.

"Franziska, are you going to ask me what you want to ask me or are you going to keep it bottled inside until you wish to kill me?"

Franziska bowed her head. Did she do that?

"I trust you." She said it like she meant it. Miles smiled.

"That's very sweet of you."

"I'm not a sweet person, brother. You know that. I'm using my logic skills. There is no way you could have had sex with Catriona and be this calm. And I'm sure if she had gotten what she wanted she would have stuck around for more not gone running off like that stupid Portuguese woman."

"Just because you trust me doesn't mean you aren't allowed to ask what happened."

"I don't wish to know."

Miles pulled the car over to the side of the country highway.

"Miles, what in the hell are you doing?! We don't have time for this. I'm not mad at you. I don't think anything happened."

"I know," Miles closed his eyes and inhaled her aroma. "And that's so unlike you. I'm honored and I want to thank you." He began slinking across the car towards her.

"Miles Edgeworth! You get back on your side of the car. Just because I don't think you cheated on me and I let you spend the night in my bed doesn't mean I'm getting soft…or…our relationship is at some new level."

"Are you sure about that?" He said rubbing his face against her neck in that cat-like way she was so fond of. "To me it seems like perhaps you're falling more in love with me."

"Not at all. I just know Catriona isn't your type. She's a woman and a feminine one, not like me."

Miles nodded. "Yes, there's nothing at all feminine about you and the curves of your body or your flowery perfume or…" He nibbled at her neck as he spoke making each word into an excuse for physical contact.

"Miles, we don't have time for this. Miles!"

He kissed her neck and she braced herself against the sides of the car.

"Thank you, darling. And thank you for letting me sleep with you last night."

Franziska smiled briefly as she thought about waking up with his arm around her. But then she returned to her businesslike nature and in a staccato voice ordered, "It was very pleasant. Let's do it again sometime. Now, get this car back on the road Prosecutor Edgeworth or I will never again allow you to give me a lift to work."

He smiled. That was his Franziska.

"I guess you'll just have to whip me extra hard tonight." He said climbing on top of her and pinning her down in her seat. He felt wildly aroused by her and Franziska could feel just how much as he pressed his body into hers.

She wanted to not be late for work. She knew that they both needed to get there quickly, but she felt herself losing her willpower as his lips and hands started working their magic on her body. Had he been programmed for nothing but pleasuring her?

"Miles…" she was trying to protest, but…

"Don't worry, sister. This is Germany. There's a reason I'm the one behind the wheel. I can get us to the courthouse in time I promise. You trust me don't you?"

Franziska breathlessly nodded her head, "But perhaps it's just your… pretty boy charms and…impeccable manners bewitching me."

"Yes, I'm sure it's my impeccable manners," he said squeezing her wrist tightly to remind her who was in charge as he proceeded to tear open her blouse.

"Do you really think I like you because you're somehow not feminine?" He kissed her cleavage as it heaved with her exaggerated breathing. "Darling, you are so attractive, so beautiful it transcends my stupid notions of gender. You are perfect, Franziska."

His words in combination with the feeling of his warm breath upon her ear sent shudders visibly down her body as she felt herself virtually orgasming from his speech alone. She felt his fingers begin playing with her nipples, now hard from her arousal. Her legs stretched, her toes pointed like a ballerina as his lips kissed her chest. Her head tipped back and he kissed her neck as his hands crept between her legs; her body obediently opening up for him like a blossoming flower. His fingers slid past the layers of her clothing and into her crevice and swirled around as she gasped.

He gently explored her till he found the spot that made her voice cry out in just the way he desired and having satisfied his auditory longings he played with her more until she pushed him back and with a crazed look in her eye came forward and unzipped his pants yanked them down and began licking at his most private areas. Then she kissed at him gently from base to tip and pulled him into her mouth and sucked as he groaned out her name. Her lips and tongue tantalized him while the inside of her closed eyes showed her a montage of images of her brother. He was so amazing at so many things. He was as near to perfect as any human could be. His skin was perfect so soft and smooth and perfectly even in tone. His muscles so strong, yet capable of being so gentle. She was so lost in thought as she pleasured him that she found herself unaware as he hardened still more and his groaning intensified. She was deep within her reverie to his majesty when he became unable to contain his excitement any longer and she swallowed his juice never stopping her mad lapping at him.

He flopped back limply panting and attempting to support himself against the sides of the car.

"Franz…iska… Franz…iska…" His perfect voice calling her name pulled her from her personal tribute to him and she looked up at him while continuing to lap at his cock. He was shaking and panting looking completely spent.

"That…was…amazing…" He panted.

"Good. You just remember that tonight when I'm punishing you for making me do that to you in a car by the side of the road while a rancher is watching us."

"WHAT?!"

Miles peaked out the bottom of the window. There was a man there herding his sheep.

"Oh, my God. I'm sorry, sister, I…" Miles was truly embarrassed. He would never have done such a thing if he had thought someone might be around.

"Don't you worry," Franziska planted her lips on his. "Just be glad I'm a woman otherwise he might be grabbing his shotgun. Some of these country farmers are very uptight about sex. It must be all the sheep jokes."

Miles pulled up his clothes and they both got themselves readjusted and took deep breaths.

"Now step on it. We've got trials to win perfectly."

"Of course, darling."

Miles sped through the country toward the city and Franziska watched him as he expertly maneuvered the car. He drove like he fucked…perfectly…and she found herself not regretting she had let him drive, though she would never admit it to him.