Risenfromash: For some reason this was a difficult episode to write…there are a lot of themes at work here, but I really wanted to post it and let all of you know that The Nature of Devotion is far from over. The next chapter will probably be an extremely short little fluff piece and then we will go into an episode that is so long it will span multiple chapters. If you've read some of my post Apollo Justice stories you will know that Miles and Franziska will eventually be returning to the states and I even have plans for them after they settle in their new home back in the US so no worries…there will be more pseudo-incestual ridiculously over the top pretentious love stories coming your way. Honestly, Miles and Franny have an odd relationship, but I do love writing about them.

Franziska recognized Miles' red sports car easily maneuvering it's way through the chaos of the German airport. Even if it had been a common make and model of car she would have been able to tell who was behind the wheel. No one else drove the way Miles did. The way he took charge of the road slipping the motorcar in and out of lanes of traffic as smoothly as a panther on the prowl made Franziska smile. Only Miles could turn her on by driving a car.

She smiled, good ole little brother.

He pulled over and started to get out to help with her luggage, but she barked at him, "Fool, don't bother I've only got the one bag. Just pop the trunk."

She tossed her suitcase in the trunk and got into the passenger seat of the car giving Miles a quick friendly peck on the cheek. In her lap she set her whip and a fashionable blue leather handbag he hadn't seen before.

"New purse?"

She nodded. He was the perfect man. She knew that most guys wouldn't have noticed her new accessory even though the thing was bright blue, but Miles' eye for detail never missed the subtle things she did differently with her hair or outfits such as a new pair of stilettos or a different shade of eyeliner. He was interested in the anesthetically pleasing as much as she was and she found that meant he looked at her often and with great intensity. It made her feel sexy and she enjoyed monopolizing his attention knowing many other women would love to have him admire them.

"Yes, we had a layover at the French airport and they have an amazing boutique there with all these designer handbags."

"You sure it's not a counterfeit?" He eyed the handbag suspiciously as though it might be contraband. The police force had recently been working on busting a ring of criminals who dealt in counterfeit haute couter garments and accessories. The concept of a counterfeit handbag amused Edgeworth greatly, but he knew the situation was serious and tied into much more dirty illegal dealings. If Franziska walked into the Prosecutor's office with one of the very purses they were investigating his sister could find herself under quite a bit of scrutiny and Miles wanted to save her having to explain her fashion sense to their idiotic boss.

"No, I'm sure. I checked the tag. It's authentic and gorgeous." She fondled the leather handbag affectionately. "Do you like it?"

Miles nodded. "But I'm not about to carry it, if that's what you mean."

Franziska smiled. She had missed his dry humor. It had been their first extended separation since they had become lovers and she hadn't realized how long three weeks could feel like.

"Thanks for picking me up."

"No problem. Sorry to keep you waiting I didn't expect you to make it home tonight after the delays you told me about."

Franziska had called Miles from the Borginian airport spouting her irritation with a massive number of "foolishs" saying that some "fool" mechanical part of the plane had failed causing her flight to be cancelled. This had lead Miles to suppose that a great many airport attendants had felt the bite of his sister's leather strap and even though he was not in the mood for that kind of debauchery he had found himself jealous of them simply for having her company.

"Well, if I'd waited for foolish iFly to get their fool act together I wouldn't have gotten home but I got a flight through another airlines."

"Oh?"

"It was fine, but I had to ride coach."

Miles turned incredulous eyes towards his sister. He was sure she had never ridden coach in her life.

"Quit being a foolish fool and get your eyes back on the road. I can make a small sacrifice to get back here to you without you acting like a fool doing some foolery."

"Of course, you can darling. I'm just pleasantly surprised. You must have really missed me." His lips wiggled in that involuntarily way they did when he wished to grin broadly, but restrained them so as to continue to appear collected.

Franziska continued, "Did you know that in coach class the person in front of you can lean their seat back and completely steal your space and they don't have to compensate you for it?"

Miles had a sudden vision of a very angry Franziska cracking her whip at some poor soul who was simply trying to mind their own business and catch a few zzzs on the flight.

"Yes, I did know that darling. That's how the majority of travel is done, if not by car."

"Yet another reason to pity those without money. Why do they allow themselves to be herded like cattle to the slaughter? I knew I should have taken the train. I much prefer it."

Miles had been dying to ask his sister a question for a very long time and now he found himself unable to resist. "Franziska, I have wondered do you get to take your whip on board?"

"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I? It's not a blade or a potentially explosive fluid or a shoe bomb."

"I've been curious. It seems like it would fall into the weapons category. It does inflict bodily harm," he sensed her glare and he continued hurriedly. "Or pleasure for a lucky few."

"Well, I have special clearance. I don't know what the fools would say if I weren't with Interpol, but I'd just let my whip do the talking."

Yes, darling whipping security personnel is an excellent way to get them to allow you to take your whip onto the plane.

As they exited the city and entered the countryside the siblings chatted about work and things going on at the mansion, until the traffic came to an abrupt halt.

"Damn!" Miles cursed. Helga had made them a special dinner and he knew if they weren't home in twenty minutes it would start getting cold.

Miles rolled down the window and craned his neck out to look around the truck in front of him. "Looks like an accident, but emergency crews are already here."

They sat in the car for several minutes with no signs of movement from the traffic going in either direction.

"Hmph!" Miles leaned back and crossed his arms while Franziska tapped her feet incessantly and slid her hands on her whip. Miles could sense her agitation, but there was nothing he could do. If they turned around and took the other route to the mansion the detour would probably loose them more time.

"I'm going to help," she said stepping out of the car. Miles arched his brow, but said nothing. He knew better than to argue with her and he figured this would be entertaining if nothing else. So, he shut the engine off and stood outside the driver's side of the car to watch as Franziska went to assist at the scene of the accident.

Franziska marched past the line of traffic in front of their vehicle and up to where three chunks of twisted scrap metal that had formerly been motor vehicles were sitting. Standing by the wreckage was a uniformed policeman fumbling with an electronic device of some kind.

"Hello. Are you the officer in charge of the scene?" Franziska asked as she marched up to a policeman.

"Yeah, I am and who the hell are you?" The officer looked Franziska up and down either in an attempt to size up the degree of a threat she represented or merely to get an eyeful of her body. Miles wasn't sure. He stood stone-faced, but found himself laughing on the inside. This man had no idea who he was going up against.

Franziska ignored the officer's question and surveyed the area. "Have all injured parties been removed so they may receive appropriate medical treatment?"

"Yeah, lady they have. Now if you would kindly get back into your car."

Miles smirked. This man was in for it and he was finding this exchange highly amusing.

"Well, Officer you had better quit texting your girlfriend or whatever the hell it is you are doing and get over here and direct traffic. This is an important thoroughfare used as a main commuting route! Your negligence is ensuring that children are not picked up on time from their educational institutions and that people are late to their prospective places of employment."

"Well excuse me, Missy, but I think I've got the situation handled and if you don't get back in your car I'll have you arrested."

Franziska stamped the heel of her stiletto into the pavement. "Like hell you will you fool." And producing a leather wallet-like item from her stylish handbag flashed her badges at the Officer. "I'm Interpol Agent von Karma which means that I outrank you here, sir. So, you will get your foolish little butt over there and let all these people get on with their busy lives. Do you understand me? Or am I going to have to file an official complaint with your department?"

Miles knew that anyone else would have already gotten themself tossed in jail for this behavior, but he didn't fear for Franziska at all. She knew how to handle idiots. It was something he greatly admired about her.

"No, Miss-"

"'Agent' or 'Prosecutor' is the proper way to address me, fool. Now I know in that car of yours you have some things that look like dynamite; they're flares. You can place them here." She tapped with her foot and then marched three more feet. "And here." And stepping another few feet, "And here. Then you can use your arm to motion that the people going west get to go through like this."

Franziska began directing traffic to the hoots and hollers of delighted and probably rather aroused commuters. The officer appeared angry, but got to work doing just as she had ordered him.

"Thank you Officer…" She leaned forward to look at his nametag. "Vlocenberg for your service to our community." And with that she marched to Miles' car, which had now successfully traversed through the site of the accident.

He slowed the car and she opened the door and climbed in putting on her seatbelt and said not a word as Miles sat there smirking.

"Don't you think you were a tad hard on the man? 'Children not being picked up from educational institutions?'"

Franziska smiled, "Well I wasn't about to admit he was delaying me from having a candlelight dinner and the first hot sex I've had in almost a month because I've been separated from my beloved brother for the last three weeks."

Miles chuckled. "Yes, I believe saying that would get you many interesting looks." But not many more than she had already had. Miles was confident every male within a quarter kilometer had appraised her as she ordered around Officer Vlocenberg. He had certainly found it difficult to hide his hunger for her as he watched.

"That officer checked out my ass as I walked away didn't he?"

"Of course. He didn't even try to be subtle about it."

"Bastard. As though a fool like him who is incapable of directing traffic would have a chance with someone like me. You should have punched him."

"Franziska if I punched every man that found your little lesson in directing traffic erotic I'd have been there all night."

"Ugh! Men! As if any of them would have a chance."

"Why do I have a chance?"

"Foolish fool. You have more than a chance. You have my damn heart. Drive fast, brother. I'm horny." Miles laughed. For such a refined woman she could be so raunchy sometimes. The strange mix was alluring to him and only drove him wilder with desire as she stretched one of her long legs out placing her stilettoed foot up on the dashboard.

"This is so much better than air travel." She said enjoying her ability to stretch out. "I love getting rides from you."

Miles was fairly sure Franziska had not intended any innuendo in her comment, but he found it amusing anyways and hoped that he could make it through dinner before he was all over her.

~xxxx~

The dinner Helga had prepared was exquisite and both Miles and Franziska enjoyed the sophisticated medley of tastes she had created with several exotic lesser-known spices.

Then it was time fro desert. Miles had made sure they had Franziska's favorite, tiramisu, but when it was placed in front of her she merely looked at it.

"Not hungry anymore?"

She shook her head. "I'm hungry, just not for desert."

"Is that an invitation?"

She nodded. It had been difficult for her to concentrate ever since she got home. The privacy of the von Karma mansion was a great aphrodisiac to her. Not to mention that all of Miles' gentlemanly habits such as pulling the chair out for her and holding the door open for her made her feel like royalty after three weeks of dealing with the wolf pack and all of Agent Lang's dreadful Lang Ze quotes.

"Leave us." Miles said to the assembled servants. "We have need of privacy."

Miles walked over to her and pulled her chair out.

"Fool! You didn't need to send them away we could just go to your room."

Miles shook his head. "I didn't think I would make it."

He embraced her but before his lips even reached hers she felt his rock hard arousal pressing into her.

"Brother?"

"What?" He murmured as he ran his hands up her back, his tongue caressing her earlobe. He was in the moment, wild with desire, but she was distracted by concerns. How could he be so huge? How could he sit? Surely, this was some kind of practical joke.

But Franziska knew Miles was not a practical joker and the ferocity with which he yanked on her blouse to reveal her heaving bosom told her he might just be more aroused than he had ever been before.

"Miles-" He lifted her up and set her on the enormous table. Then climbed on top of her. She only saw his face for the briefest of moments before he buried his head in her neck but what she saw appeared to be a look of pain. What the hell was wrong with him? Maybe he needed to go to a doctor. Her hand traveled down to his groin and felt him. He was so tense, even his balls were like rock.

"Are you ok?"

He breathed deeply and swallowed. "I've missed you." He pulled off her shoes and gently dropped them to the floor and then happily sighed as his hands reached up under her mini skirt to pull down her silken stockings. His tongue lapped at the flesh of her hands and face as though she were sustenance for a starving person. Once her stockings were removed his long fingers crept under her lacy panties sliding into her moist heat. He trembled as he felt her push herself downward so that she engulfed his fingers. A little gasp escaped from her lips and he removed his fingers with a twirl so he could whisk the panties off of her.

He took one moment to look down at her in order to take a mental image of her beauty, her magnificent sexiness as he unbuttoned his pants and she spread her legs wide enough to wrap around his torso.

She pulled him towards her helping to ease him into her and as he entered he let out a massive moan of relief. She kissed his neck and stared into his eyes.

"Have you been like this the entire time I've been gone?"

"No, of course not…only when I thought about you and it got worse seeing you order around that poor incompetent police officer."

"Good thing I didn't whip him. You might have embarrassed yourself," she whispered in his ear. It was true.

Their bodies rocked together on the ancient mahogany dining table. Franziska's feet rested behind his head as he folded her body in half to reach one of her most pleasurable areas. Every once in a while he would lean forward nuzzling her neck with his face just to inhale her scent…the smell he had longed for every moment while she was away.

"You're so amazingly beautiful, Franziska."

"And you're a complete fool."

"No," he whispered in her ear. "No, I'm not. I'm madly in love with you. There is a difference. I'm sure of it."

He had feared he might cum as soon as his flesh touched hers because he knew how desperately lonely he had been during her absence and just how much he had craved her companionship, her touch, and her intoxicating aroma. He worked to resist the urge to release until he was sure Franziska also appeared more relaxed and then he let loose of all of his restraint pulling her up off the table and holding her in his arms making a guttural groan as he came into her. He held her to him for a few moments pleased to feel her so close to him, before he slid a hand under her bare rear and set her on the edge of the table. Looking at Franziska sitting on the edge of the heirloom von Karma dining table with her garments all askew Miles became embarrassed that he had been unable to wait to get her in bed. Franziska, on the other hand, felt no guilt only concern for her lover who had seemed so desperate to once again be physically intimate with her.

"Miles, did you not find any relief while I was gone?" She said as he pulled up his pants.

"No."

"Not once?" His eyes avoided hers. "No, not once."

She gasped. This was a problem she definitely needed to remedy.

"Come let's take our desert to your room, little brother" and collecting her dish of tiramisu in one hand and her stockings and panties in the other she led her brother to his bedroom determined to do something that would not only help him now but in the future, as well.

~xxxx~

Seated on the bed Franziska happily ate her tiramisu while staring at her brother like he was the next course. His eyes continued to avoid hers. He was embarrassed by his body and his inability to hide his degree of arousal. Somehow he had survived quite well without sex for several decades and now he couldn't seem to go a few days without it and in her presence apparently a few minutes was too long as he found himself incredibly impatient for her to be done with dessert so he could once again enjoy her body, this time in bed. Which was exactly where he intended to keep her for the rest of the evening.

Franziska could read his desire. It seemed to be oozing from his every pore.

"Miles how come you didn't…?"

"What?" It took Miles a full moment to digest what she was asking, but when she raised her eyebrows and looked at his groin he caught on.

"Oh! Uh, because I don't do that." He muttered offhandedly as though it should be no surprise to her or anyone else.

"Excuse me?" Franziska looked at him quizzically. "What kind of fool do you think I am? Men are programmed to spread it all around."

"Well, I was not lucky enough to be born the average male."

Franziska blinked at him. Was he really telling her that he didn't? She did all the time, well when he wasn't around anyways.

"You've never?"

"No, Franziska I've never masturbated! Ok!" He said irritably. "I had no need to until you turned me into some kind of sex-crazed lunatic and now I can't seem to get enough of you."

Franziska surveyed her brother and shrugged. "I guess you're just a late bloomer."

Miles glared at her through half lidded eyes and she laughed at him, but not unkindly.

"Oh, come on. I'm the one who should be embarrassed. I told you I used to do it and think of you. That's a rather shameful admission, I think. So, really I'm the fool for having such a damn big mouth."

Miles didn't think anything was wrong with Franziska's mouth other than the fact it was still happily masticating her dessert rather than eating him up. Miles shuddered a little at the x-rated visions flooding into his mind. He found it challenging to consider himself a gentleman when he found himself wanting to grab her and throw her down and violate every opening she had. His fingers twitched with impatience. How long does it take one woman to eat one helping of dessert? He had finished his in three not ungentlemanly bites.

"Ok, fool I'll show you how to do it."

"Do what?" Miles mind was already filled with images of them together their bodies entwined in all kinds of interesting ways. He could almost hear their moaning and panting. He was no longer thinking about the misery he had suffered while she was away.

"Lay down and pull your pants down." Miles frowned. This was not the romantic moment he was desiring or even the lust-crazed one he thought he was about to create out of impatience.

"What on earth?"

"Do it."

Miles shrugged and did as she asked.

"I'm going to teach you how to get yourself off."

Miles sat up and glared at her with appall. "Franziska since when did you become an expert on how men masturbate?"

"I didn't claim to be an expert on the topic, but I am sure that I am talented enough to-"

"I can't do this."

"What? You don't think I'm weird for trying to get myself off so why should you feel bad about it?"

Miles growled, "I don't feel bad about it, I just…"

Franziska snapped her whip. "Lay back, fool."

Miles sighed and lay back. "Brother, it's perfectly natural. Most men do this like ten times a day or something."

Miles hoped that was an exaggeration and he muttered his belief that it was.

"Well, I'm sure Phoenix does."

"Oh, Franziska that's disgusting! I don't want to imagine-"

"Well, if you don't that's a new development, fool."

That shut him up.

"Close your eyes, little brother." He did, but he couldn't shake the feeling he was about to be probed by aliens.

"Miles, you need to relax. You're stiff as a board."

"I thought that was the whole problem."

"No, I mean your arms and legs, fool. You weren't this nervous the first time we did it. Just relax."

"I don't relax."

"Well, you better start." He felt her warm delicate hand touch his manhood. She ran her hand down his length and cupped his balls. He closed his eyes. Her touch felt wonderfully soothing and it sent little ripples of pleasure throughout his body.

Franziska found that his balls were once again as hard as his cock. It simply couldn't be natural. She wasn't that alluring. Even if she had been perfect, which she sadly knew she wasn't, she shouldn't elicit such an arousal.

"Ok, Miles, now I'm going to start rubbing you like this."

Miles was embarrassed and he grimaced, but he couldn't stop the groan building in him and he moaned as she stroked him. Her hand glided up and down him gently.

"Now give me your hand." Franziska guided his hand to hers so that his hand rested upon hers as she teased his senses. He didn't mind it. He felt her touching him and then she slid her hand out from under his and proceeded to place it on top of his and together they touched his organ. Her hand set the rhythm and his followed her lead.

He moaned a little and she thought he was finally starting to loosen up so she removed her hand completely, leaving him stroking himself in the rhythm she had set for him. He continued for a few moments than stopped abruptly.

"It doesn't feel right." Miles complained.

Franziska groaned. Surely, he was just being difficult.

"What doesn't feel right?"

"I know it's my hand."

"For someone who likes men you sure are freaking out about it being a man's hand."

"Sister, it isn't because it's a man's hand it's because it's my hand."

Franziska slumped. "Fool, you're not supposed to be thinking about it like that. Don't picture yourself. You're supposed to be imagining what you wish you were doing with someone else. You know fantasies, dreams, images, sensations."

"I can't. I have no imagination and I can feel that it's my hand."

"Miles Edgeworth, you are refusing to do this because I am here and you think why should you do this when I could just-"

That was exactly what Miles was thinking and he grabbed her shoulders and rolled her onto her back ready to happily mount her and bring himself relief, but she would have none of it.

"No. I will leave if you won't at least try."

"Franziska, it's not that I haven't tried. I just can't."

"Can't is not a word in your vocabulary, brother. You are simply being uncooperative and I refuse to assist you in any way if you behave like this." She got up and started to head for the door, but he grabbed her arm desperately calling her name slowly and sensually knowing that she must also feel too aroused to leave unsatisfied.

"Fine, sister. I'll keep trying. I'll do anything you want. Really." He pulled her to him their bodies spooning one another while standing. He reached around her and hugged her to him and kissed her neck.

Franziska leaned her head back so he could have access to the nape of her neck. She let out a little moan and Miles thought that perhaps he had won as he took her hand and led her back over to his bed, but when they got close and he leaned on top of her she began instructing him again.

"You're going to keep practicing because I will not always be around and I won't have you being a walking hard-on while I'm gone. Who knows what kind of trouble you'd get into." Miles groaned not only because he had mistakenly thought she was about to give in to him, but also because she seemed to forget that he was very well trained at restraining himself.

"Franziska, I know some men are merely led around by the whims of their penis, but I assure you I am perfectly capable of controlling myself."

"Then you should be perfectly capable of jerking it when you need to. I mean, honestly, how can you NEVER have done this?"

Miles shrugged.

"Ok, let's try again. This time don't think about what you're DOING think about what you WANT to be doing. Desires, fantasies. Think about me or some man you find attractive- no one you really know." She said fiercely.

"I can't think of anything other than you."

"Ok, think of me."

"But you're right here."

"Oh, come on! There must be some celebrity you like: a movie star, an opera singer, someone. For me it's that scruffy Australian actor who stared in that movie with the horserace."

Miles made a face. "If that's what you like why on earth are you with me? I'm nothing like that man. I think he's an ass."

Franziska sighed. "It's a fantasy, Miles. It isn't meant to be real. I just think he would be fun to roll in the hay with once, you know?"

Miles lifted his eyebrow. "Lovely. We're never going to Australia on vacation."

Franziska laughed. "So you do get jealous. I sometimes wonder."

Miles snorted. "Of course I get jealous. I would have done anything to trade places with Agent Lang these last few weeks."

"No you wouldn't. He's STILL pining after Shih-na."

"Oh, God that is sad."

"Speaking of sad. We still have work to do."

"Franziska, can't we just…"

"No FOOL! You need to learn to jerk off. I might not always be around and it's not good for you to be like this." She touched him. Delicately placing a finger in his hardened flesh. "It's unhealthy. I mean you do want to have children some day don't you?"

As soon as she said it she found herself biting her tongue. What had she done? Her and Miles didn't talk about the future. They lived in the now. They didn't make plans like that. They have never talked about children or marriage. And now she had committed a faux pas making it sound as though she might have expectations. But what if he did? Franziska did not want to be having this conversation, in yet she had charged right into the topic. On the inside, she cursed herself for being the greatest foolish fool of all.

If anyone else had made a comment like that Miles would have thought nothing of it, but it was the first time either of them had spoken of children despite the fact they were breeding like wild animals. He knew the look on his face would betray his fear and discomfort at having this conversation.

"I- I didn't mean anything by that. I was simply being foolish. I-" Franziska stammered.

"Franziska, do you want kids?" He asked it gently knowing that whatever her response she would probably fear he didn't feel the same way.

"No! I don't have any desire for children. I have too much to do. I wouldn't know what to do with them. I've no maternal instinct. I-I-You?"

"No."

"Perhaps, I shouldn't have said how I felt first. Was I leading you?"

"No, I'm kind of relieved. I don't think I would make a good father."

Franziska didn't argue but held him. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright."

She lay there beside him.

"Miles, if you ever do change your mind. It's ok." She looked deeply into his eyes. "I'll give you a baby if you want." She looked scared, yet determined. He did so much for her. She would do this for him if he ever desired it. For him, she was willing to make changes to her vision of the future.

He wrapped his arms more tightly around her. "Franziska, you are too kind." His eyes were tearing. He knew that she was not one for compromise. He also knew she was a woman who said what she meant. How could this creature be so fragile and sweet under that hard exterior? Why had she granted him the gift to see the true woman behind the mask? He clasped her hand and brought it to his heart so she could feel it beating, happily pounding away with no other purpose than her satisfaction…and, of course, criminal justice, but prosecution was so far from his mind at the moment he felt more human than he had perhaps ever felt. The highly esteemed prosecutors von Karma and Edgeworth were gone. All that existed were the lovers Miles and Franziska who wanted nothing more than to be together and try to make one another happy for all eternity.

But Miles recognized that Franziska had a point. It would probably be best if he learned some self-pleasuring as they were bound to be apart at times and he was obviously finding it difficult to be away from her. He moved his shaking hand towards himself.

"Close your eyes. I can't have you watching me."

Franziska darted across the room and turned off the light and Miles closed his eyes and imagined everything that turned him on about his sister. The way her stiletto heels reminded him of her commanding pointer finger in court. How she was so amazingly bendable and would mold herself to his body every time they made love. She wasn't like other women she was self-assured and strong and he admired her. He thought about it all and how overwhelmed with lust he was for her and he felt his desire reaching a peak, the threshold no man can hold back against for every long and he released all over himself. He gasped and then fell back upon the bed too relieved to feel the humiliation he thought he might.

Franziska crept back into bed with him.

"Now, little brother was that really so terrible that you had to wait all these years to do it?"

He felt her hands on his chest and her bare leg crossing his body. She had undressed while the room had been dark and was now climbed on him licking his seed off of him.

"If you were here at the end every time I'd have no problem at all." He said as he ran his fingers through her silvery hair. She smiled.

She pulled his torso towards her ramming her pelvis into him and he let out a wail as she finally let herself give into all of her wild desires.

"Brother, I missed you, too you know," she said as she slid herself up and down him. Then she leaned down and kissed his lips. "I love you, Miles."