Risenfromash: So if you like to leave Miles/Franny's lovemaking to the imagination you can stop reading this story at ending one- it'll be pretty obvious… or you can plunge forward…ha,ha and read the rest. Either way the story works, I think. I realize I don't really need the lemony stuff, but I wrote it and I decided to keep it in.

Funny thing- my spellcheck doen't recognize the word "thrusted" and wants to change it to "trusted". IT CRACKS ME UP every time.

~xxxx~

"Miles, for God's sake. Not now." Miles smirk was enormous. So, his lady was turning him down. What a strange state of affairs. Not that he had any intention of doing anything risqué right now. They were at work after all, but it was always fun to tease her.

"You needn't get yourself so worked up. I just came to chat."

"Well, I can't imagine why I would be getting the wrong impression considering where your foot was all during the Prosecutors' meeting this morning."

Miles laughed. "Oh, come now, sister. I was merely saving you from the embarrassment of falling asleep in front of the boss. It's ridiculous that they feel the need to gather us all together bimonthly to tell us to go after criminals to the fullest extent of the law. Isn't that precisely what we're doing? It's a waste of everyone's time, but especially ours. I don't remember when we last lost, do you, darling?"

Franziska would not allow herself to be distracted by his flattery. She knew well her record. She hadn't lost since that…that spiky-haired fool had stolen away her perfect record.

"Rationalize all you want, Miles Edgeworth, but everyone could see you making eyes at me the entire time. It was very embarrassing." She reached over for her whip sitting on the corner of the desk. The movement did not go unnoticed by her brother.

"I was not making eyes at you. I never do that when people are around and you know it. I was merely studying you."

"HMPH!" She was still staring down at files rather than stopping to acknowledge him.

"Well, I'm sure you can think of some way for me to make it up to you." He glided around the desk and invaded her space bubble by standing right behind her, chuckling.

"Really, I have work to do, little brother. You must have some, too. You're my rival so act like it. I don't want you to go soft on me."

Miles suppressed a chortle.

"Shut it fool! That isn't what I meant. Get your mind out of the foolishly fooling fool gutter."

"Actually, I just set a record for the fastest guilty verdict. I wasn't going to tell you as I know how it bothers you when I crush one of your records, but since you insist on continuing to battle my superior talents I thought I'd go ahead and share. It's the brotherly thing to do after all."

She stopped shuffling the papers on her desk and he saw signs of irritation sweep through her.

"Don't worry, darling. I'm sure you can get the record back very soon. You're incredibly good in the courtroom…and elsewhere." He dove in to kiss her neck and she pushed him away, but he noticed as she did so that she was wearing the ring he had given her on their "first date" and he beamed with pride to see her adorned with it. He knew something was different. She must have decided not to wear her gloves today. Perhaps, she too remembered the significance of the coming weekend.

"Miles, why are you here if not to gloat?"

"I wanted to know if you realize what today is."

"Thursday. Today is Thursday, which means it is a work night and I have a trial tomorrow."

"No, you don't. The defendant just told his attorney he's decided to change his plea and his defense attorney has agreed it is for the best," Miles paused for a brief moment to change his tone from professional to sensual and then continued. "Because Prosecutor von Karma had prepared such an amazingly well put together airtight case there would be no way he could possibly win against such a perfect case." Having such a great Prosecutor as a lover was such a turn on. "Defense Attorney Les is on his way over here right now to let you know."

"How do you know?"

Edgeworth shrugged. "I hear things…but I'm disappointed you still haven't remembered what today is, sister."

"Why don't you just tell me? Is it National Brother and Sister Love Day or something?"

Miles leaned his head back and laughed. "That was good. You have such a wonderful sense of humor under all that anger."

CRACK! Her whip slapped him.

"Miles Edgeworth, get out of my office, before I have you thrown out!" She slashed him with her whip again and he hurt, but he just laughed. "Even if I don't have a trial tomorrow I still have a great deal to get done."

"Darling, you have tomorrow off. It's our anniversary."

"What?" Several things about this statement rang untrue to Franziska. For one, their relationship was less defined than most, so having something as formal as a traditional anniversary was an odd concept to her. She had not authorized it. Secondly, today was Thursday making tomorrow Friday and she had not requested the day off. The courts were in session, therefore, she didn't have the day off. And finally, if one were to consider their impassioned hallway tryst as their first day together…their anniversary would be Sunday because it was a Saturday morning when she had…

"Miles Edgeworth, you lie. If you are referring to the one year anniversary of our first…" Franziska trembled a little making her whip wobble in her hands. They had started this…this additional aspect to their relationship that day. They had sex that day. Wild, passionate love making. It was a hell of a way to take a relationship to the next level. Franziska was angry because she knew if people knew how it all started she would be seen as an aggressor seducing and using her brother when she preferred to think that she had merely awoken something within her brother that was already there.

"It was a Saturday morning. There is no way tomorrow could be our anniversary. If we even had such a thing. So quit being a fool and let me get back to work."

Miles scrunched his face. Franziska level of attention to detail was so great. She was so much like him it was scary. Only she was much more suspicious of everyone and everything. It made it very difficult to surprise her.

"Besides, I haven't requested tomorrow off."

Miles smiled. "I know. I did it for you. We're going on vacation for the weekend. You pick the place. We leave as soon as possible."

Franziska sputtered. "You did what?!" Her lips were curled back and she was snarling but Miles was practically whistling with contentment as a knock was heard on the door.

"I'll get it on the way out. Good day, dear sister. I'll see you at home tonight!"

He then turned his attention to the door.

"Aw! Mr. Les. You must be here to negotiate a change of plea. I was just leaving. Good luck with the negotiation. I think you'll find my sister drives a very hard bargain."

And then he was gone leaving Franziska to wonder how much of this he had arranged and how many lashes she wanted to give him for the whole ridiculous business.

Despite, Miles assertion that Franziska had little work to do she found plenty to keep herself busy with and wasn't home from work until nearly ten at night. He was seated in the hallway waiting for her when she finally returned home.

"Franziska, was it really necessary for you to stay so late?" He knew she had done it just to annoy him.

"Hmph! Unlike you I take my job seriously."

"I do, too. Most seriously, but no one can work well without relaxation every once in a while."

"You're getting soft like Wright."

Edgeworth laughed. There was no way he could ever develop Phoenix's haphazard work style. The way that man won any cases was by sheer luck. Miles was convinced Wright was some kind of miracle worker.

"So, have you decided where you would like to go? We don't have to be back till Wednesday."

Franziska's eyes bulged. He had put in for a whole vacation for her without so much as consulting her.

Miles stood up and tried to pry her briefcase from her hand.

"You deserve it. Besides we've never been away together. It'll be…fun." It wasn't a word he often used. It caught a little in his throat but that didn't mean he didn't want it to become a word he and his sister got to speak more often.

Franziska stood frozen. She couldn't remember her last vacation. Her mind grouped for the memory of it, but it wasn't there. Every excursion she could think of was somehow work related: a conference, a case overseas, or a trip out of town for the purposes of investigation.

"Darling, I am confident the world will not become overwrought by super villains simply because we choose to take a week off."

Franziska's shoulders slumped. He was probably correct, though she wasn't one hundred percent sure and she never liked to admit when he was right and she was wrong. It detracted from her perfection.

Miles jiggled her briefcase once again, comically attempting to work it out of her strong hand and when he found that not to be working he attempted to pry each individual finger of the workaholic's hand off of her attaché case, but after he got the third finger up she flipped them all down and one quick glance at her face old him she was picking on her lover. Then she playfully flipped her middle finger up to indicate her displeasure with his behavior and so he dropped to his knee and ran his tongue across all her fingers.

"EEEEEWWW! FOOL!!! That's gross!" And she dropped the briefcase, which fell onto Miles knee.

"Sister! That's going to bruise. What do you have in there lead?"

"No, just papers. Lots and lots of papers." She said removing her coat and hanging it in the hall closet under the stairs while Miles placed her briefcase in the other room.

She went and took a seat in the drawing room.

When Miles returned he had a glass of red wine in each hand.

"So have you decided where we shall go?" He handed her one of the glasses and she didn't protest but took it and swirled it. She was a wine connoisseur and even in this light she could see and smell that this was the good stuff. Her brother wasn't messing around. He was intending to treat her right all weekend. There were worse things than that.

They seated themselves in the drawing room to sip their wine and enjoy the warmth and crackle of the massive fireplace.

"The French Riviera?"

"Bah!"

"Switzerland?"

Franziska merely lifted her lip with distaste.

"Tanzania?"

She lifted her eyebrows.

"Vegas?"

"Too garish!"

"I agree. Paris?"

"You're scared of elevators."

"There is more to Paris than the tower. How about Greece or Italy?"

She tipped her head a little. She was always drawn to Mediterranean architecture.

"Ireland? India?"

"Are you just going in alphabetical order now?"

"Yes."

"You're such an anal retentive fool, you know that. But you do have excellent taste in wine. What is this? Did you find this in the cellar?"

"No. I bought it. It's from Northern Italy, 1789 vintage."

Franziska gripped the arm of the chair.

"This is like a five hundred dollar bottle of wine!"

Miles nodded without any sign of awkwardness. "Happy anniversary, my darling."

He set his glass of wine on one of the end tables and went to kneel by Franziska's chair.

"So shall I get a map and a dart or are you going to give me an idea? It's late and we'll want to leave first thing tomorrow."

Franziska said nothing, in fact, it seemed like she ceased breathing. Miles sighed and she felt like a dart had gone through her heart. She was disappointing him. He got up and turned from her.

"Portugal. I'd really like to go to somewhere on the coast of Portugal. The northern part or maybe near Lisbon, but it's such short notice…I can't imagine we can find anything nice."

Miles turned and she saw the curl of contentment upon his lips. "Don't worry about any of it. I'll take care of everything. I'll see you in the morning," and he grabbed his wine and started dashing towards his study, cell phone in hand.

"But, Miles. Miles can I?" Franziska was going to ask if she could sleep in his room.

"Whatever you want, sister!!"

What a foolish fool he really was. Ruining a perfectly good evening by having to plan some extravagantly romantic getaway. He could have done that earlier in the day, but then he wouldn't have known the perfect place to take her. She hadn't exactly been receptive to him at her office earlier and she was the one who insisted on working hours past normal quitting time.

She grabbed her glass of wine and headed to her bedroom.

~xxxx~

"You've reached the voicemail of Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth. Kindly leave a message after the tone."

"MILES EDGEWORTH!! Why is all my stuff packed up! If you had those servants touch my personal things and you think I'll let you come near me I swear you are the biggest foolish fool doing the most foolhardy foolery of all the foolish fools fooling arou-"

Miles found the message on his voicemail after he got done calling to buy train tickets and make reservations for a villa rental in Portugal. He shook a little at Franziska's tone on the message. He was in trouble. He walked across the mansion to her room. Though her thick antique carved door he could hear her pacing and muttering to herself. He couldn't make out all the words but he got the gist of it. He believed the common term for his predicament was being "in the doghouse". He knocked on the door.

"Miles Edgeworth, go away!"

"Franziska, please let me come in."

"NO!"

"Let me explain. Franziska, I'm coming in."

Franziska had not changed out of her work clothes and was pacing back and forth at the end of her bed clutching her whip. He hadn't even fully entered the room before her lash hit him.

"Franziska I packed your things. Not the servants and I only did it because it was after seven o'clock and you still weren't home. I didn't mean to invade your privacy, but I wanted you to be able to get some sleep and not have to worry about anything."

The lashings came more quickly and tore at his shirt.

"Please, Franziska. I didn't mean to upset you."

This was none of her habitual grouchiness. She was practically foaming at the mouth she was so infuriated. Why did people always try to invade her space and she trusted him and now he had been in her drawers. "In more than one way," she found herself internally grumbling.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have done it. I should have respected your space. I'm sorry." It was difficult for him to be committed to this woman who still protected herself with a seemingly enormous space bubble and a barb wired fence. She was so inconsistent. Sometimes it seemed like her heart softened and she was almost…normal and then the next minute she was like a caged feral cat ready to rip and scar whoever tried to care for her or hold her.

He was disappointed. Would this always be the way it was? Was this who she was or was it some kind of residual effect of her father's upbringing? He felt like loving her was such a delicate balance between helping her to soften and convincing her that she was worthy of love just as she was. It was enough to drive anyone insane and he felt like giving up. His visions of a romantic weekend filled with lovemaking and lounging and sunbathing and taking in the local sites was fast melting away. He put his head in his hands.

Why must she be like this? Why did everything he ever do have to be ridiculed by her? Why? And why did he put up with her when he would have done anything, literally ANYTHING to bring her happiness, but the sad truth was that no one could MAKE another person happy and he needed to quit trying. He loved her, but that simply wasn't enough. A single tear ran from his eye.

"I'll cancel our reservations. The rest of the wine is chilling in the kitchen if you want it. Good night." He turned to leave, submitting to a cancellation of all his hopes, but the painful aching in his heart and his gut told him that his disappointment wasn't about one weekend getaway. It was much bigger than that.

"Franziska, is this really what you want? To push away the only person you trust? I realize now that it was a mistake for me to surprise you. I should always include you in making plans. I just wanted so badly to do something special for you; to try in some small way to show you even a fraction of the happiness you brought into my life in the last year… but… I can't continue to be with you if you act like this. I made a mistake. You have to be willing to forgive me. I don't care that you can't tell me you love me. I don't feel used like you sometimes worry I do, but I do feel sad. I love you so much, but… I can't do this, not anymore."

Franziska stood there with her entire body trembling. She was holding her whip in both of her hands as though it was a tiny steering wheel and she was on a very scary amusement park ride. Edgeworth felt pity for her for the first time and for himself, too. They were each other's best chance at happiness.

He stepped toward the door and Franziska followed him still clutching her whip for comfort.

"What do you want from me?" Her eyes were filled with terror. Miles gazed into them. Whatever she was feeling now was overtaking her entire being and he had never seen her like this before.

"Franziska?" He wasn't sure what was wrong with her. He held up his arm so she could snuggle into his chest and she did. Her head was buried in his chest and she cried like a child only instead of clutching a blanket or teddy bear she had in her grasp a leather whip. Miles took a deep breath. He could never leave her. She needed him and he wanted her. It was just such a struggle sometimes. He had thought about talking to her about going to counseling, but he had worried she'd kick him all the way across the Atlantic for suggesting it.

"Please, brother. Please, don't leave me!!!"

"Franziska are you…scared?"

Franziska sobbed and smeared her teary eyes and snooty nose across his chest.

"Isn't it obvious, fool? I can't be without you. Don't threaten to leave me. It isn't nice. You're supposed to be nice. You're supposed to love me. You say you love me."

He pulled her chin up to look at him. "I do love you. You just don't make it easy sometimes."

"I'm sorry." Miles tipped his head.

"What?"

"I said I'm sorry. And if you make me say it again I'll…I'll do something…something…you won't like."

He held his sister nearer to him and thought that perhaps he just needed to take a deep breath.

"Miles, I love you," Franziska looked up at him and she looked more beautiful than ever. "What do I need to do to make you understand that?"

"Come away with me. Let me make love to you all weekend and spoil you rotten."

She seemed to contemplate this. "All right, anything for you," and her lips met his in a tender kiss.

"Will you please stay with me tonight?" He nodded. "Will you please never leave me? Please?"

"If you continue to forgive me…and you pack all your most provocative lingerie." He winked at her and her lips twitched. It definitely didn't qualify as a smile, but it was a start and Miles decided he needed to chase after the elusive butterfly that was her smile.

He picked her up and laid her on the bed and she looked up at him with big, sad eyes. For once she looked nervous. He wiped the tears from her eyes as he climbed over her. He held himself over her with his strong arms and looked down at her.

"I'm sorry I made you cry."

"Oh, never mind. Just don't leave me. Don't even talk about leaving me. I can't be without you." She reached up to clutch the front of his shirt and the whip dropped from her hands and slid off of her chest as she pulled him closer to her.

His hands ran up her thighs lovingly as she gently kissed his bottom lip. She was being so tender.

"Thank you for this, Franziska."

She nodded as her tongue slid into his mouth and tangled with his.

He pressed his pelvis against her and she gasped a little. It never ceased to amaze her how huge he got as soon as they kissed. She pushed him onto his back making sure to never loose the grip on him she had with her lips and arms. She wanted him to know she wasn't pushing him away merely repositioning him for she felt very strongly the need to make things up to him.

As she leaned over him she started unbuttoning his shirt and he started to assist her, but she reached for his hands and brought them to her ass instead. He smiled as he gripped her curves and she suggestively rocked up and down above him in time to the unbuttoning. Her lips were following her fingers' path down his chest. She was taking her time making sure each kiss, each lick conveyed some of the deep feelings she had for him. Her pupils rolled up to look at him as she kissed him and she saw on his face a kind of wonder.

Still watching him she drug her mouth over to his nipples and she took one gently in between her teeth while her tongue encircled it. He squirmed in response and she smiled. Franziska enjoyed making him wiggle. He was so handsome and to see him writhe like some little schoolgirl making out for the first time amused her to no end. She continued nibbling and licking at his nipple and then her tongue led her lower lip across his chest to his other nipple and she did the same thing to it.

It was almost more than Miles could stand and he started wildly tugging on her blouse. His eyes were closed and his efforts would in no way actually lead to unfastening it, but he wished he could cause it to spontaneously combust with friction like he felt he was about to do. She sensed his pent up frustration and she sped up her undressing of him ever so slightly until she was at his belt and she ran her tongue back and forth at the edge of his pants teasing him. He raised his groin up to her with a pained pitiful look on his face.

"Oh, please, Franziska."

Swatting his belly she reassured him, "I'm getting there. You're such an impatient fool."

"Sorry, darling." He said and he swallowed nervously. He was so aroused he felt he might spill over into his pants before he got relief from her. She was enjoying torturing him, not that he didn't do the same to her quite often. Franziska rubbed her pelvis into his. She could feel every bulge of his engorgement through his pants and as she rubbed she remembered the first time he had come into her. How just feeling his cock in her had excited her. That level of closeness with this man she desired so much had made her feel like she had discovered a whole new plane of existence for just the two of them to live in. She wanted that feeling again. She stuck her tongue out and starting at the midline of his chest and ran it up him as she grinded into his pelvis. On the way back down with her tongue she saw his organ peeking out from the top of his pants and underwear. He must have been very excited.

She yanked his belt off of him with amazing ferocity and undid all the fasteners on his pants as fast as she possibly could. He might think he was the only one feeling a crazy need to cum, but she was too. She didn't even pull his garments off him just pulled his organ free of the encumbrance of them before running her tongue up and down its length taking care to run over all the bulging veins and the crease at his tip. He moaned with tremendous pleasure and groaned out her name.

She pulled him into her mouth and allowed her lips to rest all around it in a gentle kiss before plunging it deep down her throat. She moved him back and forth in and out of her mouth as she felt her other cavity moistening. Her hands gently massaged the base of his balls as she lovingly kissed every inch of his arousal. She gently blew on him making him squirm again and sucked and licked strings of saliva forming between the two of them.

As she did this, his hands couldn't seem to decide what they wanted to do. One moment they would play with her hair another they'd lay limply at his sides until they suddenly formed themselves into fists. He felt the overwhelming need to pound into her, but he resisted the urge because the sensations she was producing were otherworldly.

She took her hands at the base and held him strongly and went to work swirling her tongue around as she slid her mouth up and down and Miles moaned and then started pushing himself in and out along with her and together they made him collapse as his tension was released.

Edgeworth fell back panting. He pulled Franziska close to him in a hug and their embrace was that of lover's perfectly suited to one another. He kissed her forehead and for a moment or two it seemed they might drift off to sleep, but Miles would never let Franziska go to sleep so unfulfilled.

Starting at her forehead he kissed her face all over until he reached her lips.

"Smile for me, love," he said and looking into his grey eyes she found herself coiling her arm around his neck, her upper arm against the back of his head and her hand on the side of his face. Their lower bodies tangled, their legs swimming to find one another.

"Franziska, I've never seen anything more lovely than you and your smile. Let me make love to you."

She released her grip upon his neck and his lips attacked her neck and collarbone and she gasped as she felt herself entered.

"Miles…I…" he hushed her his tongue licking her lips sloppily making her laugh so hard he almost popped out of her which made her laugh even harder and then he really did.

"Hmph!" He grunted as she rolled on the bed laughing and he chased her down spooning up against her and entering her with one gentle thrust. He kissed the back of her neck and shoulders as he gently rocked her.

"Darling, I'll never leave you I promise. Please, have patience with me. I'm not perfect."

"You're much closer than I will ever be," Franziska said sadly.

"But Franziska don't you see? We're perfect for each other?"

Franziska pulled away from him and propped herself up on her hands and knees.

"Do you really believe that?"

"Yes, and don't you DARE call me a fool."

She leapt upon him pulling him into her and they rolled from one end of the bed to the other in a constant state of coitus. He finally grabbed her wrists and pinned her down and thrusted into her until she was screaming and with a final wail she came. He fell down upon her and rolled off. He was exhausted. It was a happy exhaustion, but exhaustion, nonetheless.

"Happy anniversary, Miles."

A/N: I actually researched villas in Portugal when writing this. That means I used Google and looked at places to stay in Portugal. For all those times I suddenly inherit a crap load of money from some EVIL attorney.