Risenfromash: So, three months ago I would NEVER have said Miles/Franziska were my fav pairing, but I sure do seem to enjoy writing about them! This is chapter ten and I have at least five other chapters in the works. They are just super funny to write about…it is also funny that I sometimes typo whip and it reads, "ship" instead…I hope I never miss one of those typos. Spell check doesn't catch them. Soon the US Supreme Court will be hearing a case about how private our text messages and electronic messages really are…I found that not only have our laws not kept up with technology, but our writing rules haven't either. So I've written all text messages in italics and thoughts are not in italics this time. I just didn't know how to designate a text message! Have a happy day and happy fantasies!

~xxxx~

Ha-chew. Ha-chew! Ha-chew!! Franziska always sneezed in threes or multiple of threes. Miles wasn't sure he had known this before but after the last twenty-four hours he did. She had been sneezing virtually nonstop all night.

Miles had slept in his room, but had come to join her early in the morning. He wanted to check on her and had discovered that, if anything she was doing worse today than she had been yesterday. Her bedside table looked like it was home to a field of miniature white heads of lettuce, but they were all wadded up tissues she had set there sometime during the night. He sighed. She'd been fighting this cold for a week sniffling and trying to suppress a cough while interviewing and prepping eyewitnesses and reading autopsy reports. Miles suspected if she would have taken it easy for a day when she started to feel it coming on that she wouldn't have gotten this bad, but he understood her drive to prosecute. For the two of them it was like the need for air or water and knowing the extent of her commitment to her job had driven him to his devilish idea.

Sitting in a chair across the room from her he was there when her alarm clock sounded indicating that it was time for the hard-working woman to rise and start her daily toilet before heading into the courthouse. Hearing the sound of her alarm her head sagged with displeasure, but she obediently sat up and blew her nose.

"How are you feeling, darling?"

"Fine." Her voice sounded strange. It wasn't in its usual pitch. She was stuffed up and red lids rimmed her eyes. She looked like hell.

"You're up early," Franziska commented as she steeled herself for having to stand up.

Miles had gotten up early. He was already dressed and ready for work. He was going to have a very busy day because he had decided he wasn't going to allow his sister to go to work in her condition. It was just a cold, but it was a very bad one. Miles knew that she needed to rest and he was going to make her rest because he knew the only way a von Karma would take a sick day was by force.

"Well, I'm going in a little early to review your cases." He stated matter-of-factly.

"Why would you need to do that, fool?" Her brain was working a little slower than usual. He could tell on the average day she would already know what he was plotting.

"Because you're going to stay here in bed and drink lots of fluids and sleep."

"Like hell I'm going to do that. What kind of fool idea is that? You damn fool I do not need to stay home. I have a trial today, little brother."

Miles sat down on the bed next to her. "I know you do dear and it's an open and shut case. Even I should be able to wrap it up in less than two hours in front of the judge. You have done a perfect job of preparing your evidence and witnesses. It will be fine for you to let me do this for you. You need your rest." He was laying on the charm, but she wasn't taking the bait. As a prosecutor, she knew how to slice through bullshit and even as charismatic as her brother could be at times, she still recognized when he was trying to play her as the fool.

"No, I don't."

"Yes, darling, you do." Miles gently took his hand in hers and gazed into her eyes. "I love you."

And then suddenly he hopped up still holding her wrist.

"Which is why I'm doing this, love." He said as Franziska felt the cold metal of the handcuff on her wrist. She tried to kick him off and she flailed her arm, but the virus had temporarily weakened her and so it was mere moments before Miles was standing over her with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. He had locked her to the head board in what he was confident would not be an uncomfortable position for the day.

"Miles Edgeworth! You unlock these handcuffs right now!"

He smiled. She was cute when she was upset.

"Here, darling, this will make you feel better." He set her whip next to her in bed. She glared at him as she picked it up stretching and snapping the leather menacingly as she struggled to grip it in the way she desired due to the limited use of one of her hands. "And don't worry I know I'll be getting lashes for this, but you are simply too sick to go to work."

Miles grabbed Franziska's keys and pocketed them.

"I've informed the servants that you are to stay home and inside. They aren't to take you anywhere. They'll be bringing you some broth to drink in a little while. I'm sure Helga will take good care of you. You can call me if you need anything. I'll see you tonight, sister." And with that he blew her a kiss and headed for the door.

"Brother, what you're doing is illegal. I could have you arrested. You know that!"

Miles merely chuckled. She could try but he thought those mountains of snotty tissues were more than enough evidence that he was performing a public service by making her stay home. Really, they didn't need this illness spreading through the entire courthouse.

~xxxx~

Once at work Miles rearranged his day so he could take Franziska's trial, which as he had told her was an open-and-shut case. His sister's extremely detailed notes on the case definitely qualified as overkill in his mind as the evidence and witnesses she had collected would be more than sufficient to ensure a victory for the prosecution.

Standing in her office grabbing her notes his phone vibrated and he looked at it. It was a text message from his sister.

How dare you!

He smiled. Oh, Franziska give it a rest.

Did you hear me?

It was apparent she wanted to fight. His lips twitched into a hint of a smirk.

No I didn't. You can't hear text messages darling.

Fool! Came the reply.

Look, if you're going to insist on messaging me rather than sleeping you should make them more interesting.

Fool!

Miles stuffed the phone back in his pocket and headed to his office. He would have to ignore its vibrations or turn it off. She seemed determined to pester him all day. She had obviously forgotten the famous story of the child who cried wolf.

~xxxx~

"What is that noise?" Detective Carlos looked around Edgeworth's office his face wrinkled with consternation.

"It's my infernal sister texting me. She's angry because I made her stay home sick today."

Detective Carlos laughed, his teeth beautifully white in contrast with his tan skin. "Don't take this the wrong way Edgeworth, but it is difficult for me to imagine you being able to make that woman do anything."

"Oh, I have my ways." Miles said without any insinuatory tone. He was at work. His mind was on work. "We understand one another."

Miles was examining a case file carefully examining a photo of a murder victim.

His phone vibrated again.

"Oh, good God!" He flopped the folder closed and tossed it on his desk.

"Maybe you better call her," Detective Carlos suggested.

"No. Then she'll keep me on the phone all day."

"Is she really that needy?" He asked.

No, she just has needs. Lots of them. All the time, thought Miles. Many between those long supple legs of hers…damn, he was allowing himself to get distracted.

He held out his hand and Carlos filled it with another folder. This time it was the autopsy report. Miles skimmed it. It had no information he did not already know. He looked up.

"Alright Carlos, I'll be calling you to the stand first as usual. Try to keep the information you share brief. I see no reason to drag this thing out."

His phone vibrated yet again and Miles nostrils flared. She didn't speak to him this much when they were at work together. Why should she need to bother him now? He glanced down at his phone and saw the latest text.

MILES EDGEWORTH, call me or I swear I will bite it off!

Miles smirked and slid the keypad of his phone out.

Well that IS more interesting, but we both know you wouldn't do that. You like it WAY too much. Now darling be good. I have to go present your perfect case.

~xxxx~

I won. No thanks to you and the constant noise you're creating. The judge almost had me thrown out! Now go to sleep. Miles texted her as he left the courtroom.

~xxxx~

Miles sat in his office reviewing information on his next case when curiosity got the better of him and he found his hands picking his cell phone off the desk rather than another green folder. He scrolled back to when he had started ignoring her messages. There were at least twenty detailing the finer points of her case, as though the detailed notes she kept would not have filled him in completely. Then there were a number where she threatened to do rather violent things to him if he ever tried handcuffing her to the bed again.

He hadn't thought about doing it again. It had merely been a practical strategy to make her stay where she needed to be, but now that she put it that way…

Her most recent message was Are you OK? Why aren't you calling me?

Miles sighed and found himself succumbing. He hated text messaging. It seemed like such a teenybopper thing to do, but he leaned back and typed.

I'm here. Just trying to work is all.

I miss you. He was surprised.

You do?

Of course I do fool. It's so boring here without you. I'm having to watch tv.

Franziska never watched television and certainly not daytime television. He wasn't sure what to say.

I'm sorry.

Soap operas are horrible. Did you know? These people make our lives look positively normal.

He laughed out loud, literally. He and Franziska rarely discussed their unusual lifestyle and history. They were too focused on prosecuting and enjoying the time they had together in the now. He sighed. He missed her too.

There are some Steel Samurai DVDs in my closet. Helga could bring them to you.

No thank you. You know I don't go for those foolish costumed freaks. I think I'll stick with Rodrigo's coma and Carolyn's desire for his doctor who is Rodrigo's identical twin. Looks like they're about to give in to their desires on top of Rodrigo's hospital bed…

Miles shook her head. She was hard up for entertainment.

I wish I could kiss you right now. A millisecond after he sent the message he found himself flushing. What was he doing? He had work to do. He glanced at the files. Why did people insist on killing one another? It didn't solve anything. All it did was create a hell of a lot of work for him and his sister. He'd rather they got to spend their time doing other things…

I wish you were doing more than kissing me right now. Miles saw the message and was relieved he was alone in the office. He stared at it for a moment and checked his watch. It was noon now. It was reasonable to take a lunch break, just because he never did didn't mean he couldn't start.

Like what? He wrote feeling embarrassed for asking.

Like bending me over the front of that huge desk of yours and fucking my brains out.

Miles almost dropped the phone. He didn't find the image of ramming her into his desk unpleasant he just tried very hard to not have those kinds of thoughts about her while at work…but who was he kidding? He had them all the time. That's why it wasn't unusual for them to greet one another at the door of the mansion and not even make it to a bed before they were striping one another's clothes off.

That might get us in a tad of trouble.

We're the best prosecutors they've got. We're not about to get fired.

You're the best prosecutor they have, darling.

You really think so?

I know. And the sexiest by far.

Oh, I don't know Prosecutor Hugo is pretty handsome.

No. He isn't. He's a swine.

Oh? Such strong feelings. Did he reject you?

No. Why are we talking about this? Tell me more about you bent over my desk.

You'd kiss the back of my neck.

Miles found himself being drawn into the fantasy. And the small of your back.

Nice. My hands would be clutching the edge of your desk as I screamed your name.

Sitting at his desk Miles could close his eyes and see the image vividly in his mind. He could imagine the short pants she would take as he pleasured her and how after they had both climaxed he would hug her to him with their heads pressing against one another. He envisioned her blue eyes taking him in, as her lips would give him a kiss.

I miss you. I'm sorry about this. I just worry about you. You don't take proper care of yourself.

I'm not some fragile butterfly! You work just as hard.

That's just it. I do and I'm starting to feel it. I'm weary. How have you been doing this for so long?

Sounds like you need a vacation.

I thought von Karmas didn't take vacations.

You're not a von Karma, fool. Maybe you should go visit friends or take a special assignment.

No, I don't want to go anywhere without you. Miles thought he sounded pathetic. Maybe without her he really was the little lost puppy dog she accused him of being.

Take some time off, fool. I can cover for you.

Miles considered this. Time off? What would he do with time off? Where would he go and what excuse would he use to get it? He would never admit to anyone other than her that he was burning out.

What would I say?

Tell them you're having a sex change. It's the most believable excuse.

Oh, she was going to get it! What a horrible joke. Why if it weren't her…What to say, what to say. He typed back something he would never say aloud.

Ha, ha. If you were here I'd spank you for that.

You would not.

No, I wouldn't.

But it would be hot.

!!!

But brother, I'm tired. I'm going to sleep. Take care of yourself.

And then she was gone. Miles sighed and returned to his files.

~xxxx~

"How has my sister been, Helga?"

The senior staff person of the von Karma household was busily preparing a pastry dish rolling out the dough with a large marble rolling pin.

Helga rolled her eyes, "I'd take the whip over this any day. She's so whiney!"

Miles nodded. "Can I take her anything for you?"

Helga grinned. "No. The only thing she needs is you."

Miles froze. So she knew. Of course she did. They weren't exactly a secret.

Helga stopped her work and looked up into his grey eyes, "Mr. Edgeworth, you two are serious aren't you?"

Miles was quiet. The answer was obvious, but how to put it into words, less so. The feelings he had for Franziska seemed too large, too great for a few words to describe and he had never spoken of their feelings for one another to anyone but Franziska herself. Finding his words failing him he simply nodded slowly.

Helga placed a hand on his shoulder. "I am glad, but please be cautious." Helga knew that it was not her place to say what she was about to, but they were like family and Miles didn't have a whip.

"Her entire life is prosecuting…and you. You better never leave her or all she'll have is her career and she'll become as cruel as her father."

"Franziska is not like her father." Miles said it softly but with confidence. She may have tendencies like Mile's evil adoptive father, but her heart, her core, her innermost self was sweet and kind and compassionate. It was simply hidden as a matter of survival. All signs of her fragility were shielded from the view of others who might exploit it and Miles was beginning to understand why. He hadn't realized until recently all the trauma she had been through while he was gone, busy trying to make gains in his battle to outdo her.

"Miles, I know you don't want to believe it, but she's only as kind as she is because of you."

"I have nothing to do with it. It's her strength of character. Why else would I love her the way I do, Helga? Please believe me when I say Franziska is very sweet."

Helga suppressed a laugh making a strange sound as though she were being strangled. Miles glared at her. He knew what people thought of his sister.

"I guess you do have it bad for her, but all I'm saying, Edgeworth, is you better never leave her or God help us all."

Miles contemplated this, but Helga needn't fear. "Franziska and I are not about to break up and I would never leave her…she'll always be my sister." He could not imagine a future without his obsessive love for her, but regardless of what might happen he would never leave her. He knew that. Love could be fickle for some he supposed, but Franziska was his world every bit as much as he was hers.

"Helga, you've been here with her more than me…I have to ask you. Did Manfred ever-?"

"Beat her? No. Touch her 'inappropriately'? No. I wouldn't have stood for any of that, but was he cruel? Yes. He was very, very mean to the girl. In some ways perhaps it would have been better if he had done something like that because then I could have had her taken away to somewhere safe, but he fed her, he clothed her, and gave her a roof over her head. There was little any of us could do to stop him from tormenting her."

Miles drew in a deep breath.

"If he had hit her or done anything deemed unlawful she might have seen him for the monster he was, but instead? Instead, she continues to make excuses for her Papa's behavior even today. The only thing she admits her father did wrong was all the crap he did to you."

Miles grimaced. He knew this was true. "Edgeworth, I'm warning you. That woman loves you more than she loves herself and that isn't a good thing. She believes she deserves all the misery she has had."

Miles opened his mouth in protest, but he had little evidence that Franziska did value herself. Sure, she seemed to have an enormous ego, but he knew that was just a front.

"Edgeworth, I swear I tried to do what I could, but you can't get someone's child removed from them because they're simply a rotten human being and the von Karmas have a certain reputation for cruelty. People tend to believe it's just their personality. So I stayed on here and tried to keep an eye on her."

Miles nodded. "Thank you for that. I blame myself for having been away so much. I had no idea things were so bad."

"Don't feel bad. The man had you both so brainwashed I'm surprised you could even brush your teeth in the morning without him ordering you to do it."

"Helga, why did he do those things? Why did he sell her horse and not let her make friends and…"

"Punish her anytime she tried to be your friend? I don't know. Why does anyone who commits his life to justice turn bad? I think he was working too hard. I think he was angry because his wife was gone. I think he wanted a boy. He wanted attention. He wanted to be the best. He wanted-"

"To be perfect."

"Sound like anyone we know? Edgeworth, don't misunderstand me. I love your sister and I love you and I think you are good together, but you have got to be careful with her. She has been through more than you know. Now go. She's been pining for you all day."

~xxxx~

Miles opened his sister's door slowly trying not to wake her if she was asleep. He crept into the room silently and took a seat in the winged chair by her bed, but she stirred.

"Miles?"

"Yes, it's me love. How are you feeling?"

"Tired. You must be exhausted."

Miles shook his head. All he wanted to do was take care of her. He knew that concept would make her scoff and claim that he was a sexist, but he couldn't seem to help it.

"Scoot over." He said as he pulled off his shoes.

Franziska blinked at him. Was he really going to get in bed with her when she was like this?

He lay next to her facing her and started running his fingers through her hair.

"Franziska, you know I love you, right?"

"If I say yes will you uncuff me?"

He smiled. "Perhaps or perhaps not. Depends on whether you're still determined to remove my most personal appendage."

"People always say things they don't mean when they're sexting."

"Well, I wouldn't know. That's not even a term I'm familiar with."

"No wonder everyone thinks you're asexual."

Miles gazed deeply into her eyes with a look of seduction. "I assure you I may once have been, but that time in my life is very much over." Whatever lust it was Franziska had awoken in him was such a powerful desire he felt its magnetism sucking him in as soon as he was alone with her. He started to lean towards her but she opened her mouth preparing to sneeze and it awoke him from the spell he was under. He withdrew a few inches. She was ill. He would have to cool down the fire within his body and satisfy himself with snuggling only…and that other thing.

"I suppose it's time I get what's coming to me."

He stood up and grabbed her whip from the nightstand and handed it to her. Both of her hands went to work on the leather strap her fingers meeting together in the middle and then sliding away from one another along the tanned hide. Franziska narrowed her eyes and looked at him devilishly ready to spring on him. He pulled the key he had gotten back from Helga and unlocked her from the bed.

He felt tired but he knelt before Franziska on the floor unbuttoning his shirt. He didn't really feel in the mood for this, but he did deserve it. Keeping her cooped up against her will like a criminal had been for her own good, but they both knew the law and his actions were clearly in violation of at least one statute.

Franziska examined his alabaster skin. It had faint hints of crisscrossing scars from former encounters with her and her accessory. He was beautiful. It got her excited. She always found it difficult to decide what was more alluring to her; when he was so submissive she could have done anything to him even inflict grueling pain upon him or those times when he was so wild with desire he would grip her wrists tightly and pin her against something and plunge into her as if his very life depended on fucking her. She enjoyed both and everything in between like those times that they'd kiss one another's hands and he'd suck on her fingers while they lay naked in bed or how good his touch felt anywhere. It was so comforting she felt she was able to set aside her whip. She felt herself getting wet thinking about his hands and his tongue. He was such a talented lover and a smile danced upon her lips.

He heard Franziska step out of the bed snapping and stretching the whip in her hands in preparation.

"Are you ready, Miles Edgeworth?" She said as she approached him.

"Yes, darling." He closed his eyes and leaned his head forward in submission.

And then he felt her whip upon his back, but not the familiar sting of it's tentacle, no it was pressed into him simply because it was in his sister's hands as she caressed and kissed his back wildly.

"What the?!"

Franziska licked at the flesh on the back of his neck and then slid her tongue down his ear canal. He writhed.

"What are you doing?"

She laughed, "Fool, did you really think I would punish you for giving me a day off?"

"Yes. Of course, I did. I-"

She slumped. "Am I really that horrible a person?" She looked as though she was about to cry and Miles eyes got wide. He had not wanted to upset her. He had merely thought his actions, while in his opinion justifiable, clearly warranted a dose of her favorite kind of punishment.

"No, no! Franziska, I just thought you would be mad because I stole your case and-"

Her lips were on his. He gave in to his need to kiss her knowing that he was surely infecting himself with whatever vile bug she had.

She pointed her finger skyward. "That brother is the only punishment you will receive form me today. One virus."

Miles groaned. He knew it was true. There was no way he would avoid getting her cold now, not when her tongue had burrowed half way down his throat.

She leaned in to him and whispered, "But it's ok. I'll cover for you and you can stay at home in bed and watch the Steel Samurai."

"Actually, that doesn't sound bad. I've been so tired."

"Yes, fool. They'll be no more depressing talk of your exhaustion. You're just sick. Don't you remember day before yesterday…" she raised an eyebrow to indicate he better remember. Then Miles remembered them in the library. She had climbed up on the ladder to get a book about peonies and he had been waiting for her when she came back down. Their lovemaking had been passionate and Miles tongue and lips had been all over her body. His lips twitched a little in embarrassment. Yes, they had as the youth in America called it "swapped spit" big time. She was right. He must be fighting the bug off already.

She took him by the hand and led him to the bed and pulled off her nightgown as she ran her tongue over his neck. "Miles, make love to me," she said as her hands reached down to undo his pants. He sensed the rhythm of her needs, slow and steady and loving and he joined the pace of her tongue with his own on her breasts gently lapping at them as he peeled her underwear off. He shook his pants off his legs and she knelt down and removed his socks and before long they were naked together in the bed.

He kissed her neck, sucking on it in a way he feared might leave a mark and she pulled away suddenly, turned her head and sneezed three times. He smiled.

"Is my medicine not making you better, darling?" He teased.

"Oh, no. It's very helpful. You're quite an attentive nurse, though I think you've missed some spots."

He shook his head and winked. "I assure you darling I'm headed there." Franziska suddenly looked embarrassed and he laughed at her. After all the times they had made love she still occasionally seemed shocked by the things they shared with one another.

"Franziska, just lay back and relax, ok?"

She nodded and tried to concentrate on breathing through her stuffy nose as his tongue ran down her sides and across her belly. Whenever it approached her hips she found herself arching her pelvis towards his face longingly wishing his mouth would come to rest between her thighs, but he took his time kissing her torso and her thighs and murmuring his adoration of her. She was moaning and sniffling when his tongue slid down the crease where her leg met her pelvis and danced over to her pussy. He could taste her arousal and he marveled how even as compromised as she was physically right now her body still desired him.

He slid his tongue into her and she squealed. This was what she had wanted and what she had needed. He twirled his tongue and dragged it out of her across her clit and she sighed happily as he dove it back inward. He played with her like this until he felt her hand in his pulling him up indicating without words that as much as she enjoyed it she was tiring. He slid himself back up her his cock entering her now glistening pussy as he did so. She let out a little gasp at how easily he entered her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and hugged her to his body as he gently thrusted into her.

Their eyes never left one another and with each thrust he told he with his eyes that he cherished her. She smiled at him and leaned her head back to squeal, but she seemed weak and he knew he had better climax soon. He didn't want to exhaust her. So he took her legs and brought them together at his shoulder and pounded into her and she closed her eyes and moaned. He thrusted in sync with her pants and soon they both came, the evidence of her orgasm being little shudders and wild, jerky movements of her hands and feet. He rolled off of her and she kissed his cheek.

"Thank you."

And they both fell asleep. When Franziska awoke it was to the sound of knocking at the door. She heard sounds from her bathroom. Miles must have been taking a shower.

"Who is it?"

"It's me. I've brought you some food," Helga said.

"You may enter."

Helga came in with a tray in her hand. "I thought I should check on you before I went to bed. I made you some sandwiches and there's chicken broth in this thermos. Is there anything you need? Are you feeling better?"

Franziska nodded. "Miles has been taking care of me."

Helga nodded. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air and Franziska's obviously naked body under the blankets were all signs of the way Miles had been caring for his sister. She looked so happily relaxed that it made Helga reminisce about the wild sex she had when she was Franziska's age.

"Well, you be good to him. Don't wear him out, Franziska. He's too proud a man to admit when he needs a rest."

"He isn't that way with me. We share everything with one another."

"Oh, is that so? I could think of a few things you haven't thought to mention."

"Things that are in the past don't matter all that much to us, Helga."

Helga nodded. "Just be kind to the boy. He won't be happy to know you're looking at taking special assignments with Interpol again."

"The fool will not prevent me from performing my calling."

"No, he won't, but you need to take good care of him. He's not your slave, Franziska."

Miles stepped out of the bathroom doorway awkwardly. It was unclear whether he had heard some of what was said or was simply embarrassed to be seen by Helga in his sister's room dressed only in a towel.

"Ah! Miles get over here, fool and quit moping about how you need time off. You're sick so come drink some chicken broth with me and we'll see if there is anything halfway decent on the television at this hour, because I am not watching the Steel Samurai. You can watch that on your sick day."

Miles joined Franziska in the bed as Helga opened the bureau that hid Franziska's television from view, but she lingered watching the two of them. Miles had his arm around her and Franziska's head rested on his shoulder. They looked like any other couple in love and she prayed they would stay that way.

"Well, I'm going to bed. You ring me in the morning for breakfast and I'll bring it to you."

Miles shook his head. "No, I'll take mine in the kitchen. I've got to go to work tomorrow."

"Me too."

Miles lifted his eyebrow. "We'll talk about that."

Helga smiled. "Sure, you just let me know what I can do for you. Goodnight." And she left.

Miles still felt odd about having been seen in bed with his sister, but it didn't seem to bother Franziska. She never seemed to feel any shame or embarrassment in her attraction for him. It made Miles question why he did.

Franziska leaned over and kissed his bare chest and commented on how nice he smelt. "But there is one thing I require you to tell me about today, little brother."

"Oh?"

"Why do you have handcuffs at home?"

Miles glanced at her. "I can assure you that they are strictly for work related purposes. It wouldn't be strange for one of us to have to make a citizens arrest."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. You don't honestly believe I have some sort of…bondage fantasy, do you?"

"No, fool. Of course not."

"Well, good because I couldn't have you thinking I would take something from work for-"

Franziska's eyes seem to grow larger as the intensity of her gaze increased.

"Franziska?!"

She was fast. Very fast. She had one of his hands in the cuffs and was pulling the handcuffs through the headboard before he could do anything to stop her. He tried to grab her, but she nimbly leapt away and soon both his wrists were chained above his head with a piece of the antique metal bed frame between them.

She stood back and surveyed her work with a look of self-satisfaction upon her face. Edgeworth was restrained quite effectively and completely naked other than the towel wrapped around his thighs.

"Well, I have fantasies…and brother you look so cute. You are a positively yummy fool."

Miles grumbled. Damn her. This wasn't comfortable at all. He'd given her a free hand.

"Don't worry when you're too sick to go to work I'll let you be more comfortable, but this…this is for my personal amusement."

And she crawled on top of him and started licking and nipping at his chest.

He made little protests and moans and tried to pull away, but that only made the towel covering him come loose and she happily pulled it off of him as she kissed around the base of his cock.

"I thought we were going to…" he gasped. "Watch television."

"You know I abhor it. I just said that so Helga would quit accusing me of using you as my slave. I mean what kind of fool would think that?"

Miles wrists were chaffing from the metal around them.

"Yes, only…a … fool…would think…" he squealed. "That...I'm some kind…of slave for you."

Franziska's fingers were teasing him, touching him just enough to create a sensation, but not enough to give any relief. Her lips were just barely caressing his nether regions like something surreal.

"I mean just because I have your strong arms and hands restrained above you and I could do anything to you it's obvious you're not my slave. Not with the way I let you take control."

Miles was literally shaking from head to toe. "I mean just because I'm very much in charge at this moment and I'm going to make you beg for relief doesn't mean I abuse you does it."

"Ce-cer-certainly n-n-n-ot. UnnnHHh!" He moaned. Between her touch and her lecherous speech it was amazing he hadn't already lost control. He'd never been so hard in his life, but every time he leaned towards her she simply pulled away.

"Franziska, you are evil, my darling."

"And you love every moment with me."

"I do."

Franziska smiled. She was sick and she had missed presenting her case, but her brother made up for it.

Her hands went to work on him sliding his ultra-sensitive flesh around with her fingertips and palms and when she sensed he was starting to slip dangerously close to releasing she said, "I love you, Miles" and let him spray all over her body as she kissed him.