Risenfromash: This is some fluffy silliness before some heavier episodes.
"Oh, don't stop!" Franziska was shouting, as if Miles would. He felt incredible. He swore her body couldn't be more tightly entwined with his. They were like two lumps of clay being molded together by the talent of a sculptor. He was feeling things with an intensity he swore he'd never felt before. Nothing would stop him. Nothing-
*cellphone ring tone*
"Infernal detectives!" Miles grumbled as he reached over to the bedside table grabbing his phone.
"Prosecutor Edgeworth speaking." His voice did not betray his annoyance or the presence of pent up lust, but his eyes looking down at Franziska under him did. Franziska was gritting her teeth in annoyance. This was the first night the two of them had been together in a week and, of course, work would interfere. Such was life.
"We have a situation. We believe that the murderer we were looking for in the incident in the Juniper Forest is actually the same as the one Ms. von Karma is prosecuting for the murder at the Italian restaurant." The detective was breathless from the excitement of the connection she had made. Edgeworth hoped she would think that was why he was out of breath, too.
"Excellent work! So we already have the culprit in custody, hence our inability to locate him. Good use of logic, detective."
"Thank you, sir. I'll be calling Ms. von Karma to let her know. I have some questions for her."
"Alright. Thank you for the update. I expect the complete autopsy report as well as the ballistics report on my desk when I arrive in the morning."
"Yes, of course. I'll see you tomorrow."
"I'm relieved to hear the killer is behind bars."
Miles hung up and placed his phone on the bed stand and picked up Franziska's phone. He handed it to his sister.
"The fools have to talk to me, too?" She grumbled.
Miles nodded. "I would have just handed the phone over, but it is…" He paused to glance at the time on the phone. "Two in the morning and you know that Detective Vladamere can be very observant when she wishes to be."
Franziska nodded as she took her cell from her lover's hand. They weren't keeping their relationship a secret necessarily, but it wasn't something they wished to advertise either and being in one another's company at two a.m. on a work night might rouse suspicions.
Franziska's phone rang and she answered it with her usual level of professionalism despite being still conjoined with her brother in the most intimate of ways.
Detective Vladamere once again relayed the situation this time to Prosecutor von Karma who nodded her head with each point.
"That is very good news. I'll begin formulating the timeline of the crimes tomorrow. I'll need to reinterview the eyewitnesses in my case. Get them into the office tomorrow afternoon. Mil-Prosecutor Edgeworth and I will meet you in the morning."
Franziska hung up the phone and laid it on the bed beside her. Her attention immediately back to her interrupted pursuit of lovemaking.
She kissed Miles' lips gently and slowly allowing time for the impulses the contact created to travel throughout their bodies and return them to the excited state they had been in mere moments before.
"Now let's get back to what we were doing…" she whispered sensually causing Miles to practically purr with delight. He placed a hand on her hip and rolled onto his back allowing her to take control. His arms settled on her hips as he nuzzled into her neck. Franziska sighed happily enjoying the nearness of her most favorite person, the only person she could be herself with. Her wild was seemingly absorbed by thoughts of her brother and his loving devotion to her, his willingness to do anything to please her, his hard-working manner, and… "Wait a moment!" she shouted.
Miles pulled away from her neck wondering what he had done to upset his sister and fearing very much what the consequence might be for his transgression. But Franziska's complex hard-working genius of a brain had not been entirely occupied with thoughts of her lover and the physiological responses to his body. No, a portion of her…the prosecutor in her had been working out the details of what Detective Vladamere had told her.
"What the detective just said doesn't make sense unless the murderer had an accomplice to help dispose of the body. There is no way the defendant in my case could have carried the victim three miles in the Juniper Forest by himself."
"Well, it is possible he had a cart of some sort, such as a wheelbarrow." Miles said simply. It was not unreasonable to think that if the crime were premeditated that the murderer would have had a plan for transportation of the corpse.
"But the terrain is so uneven it would be very challenging to get one through."
"…And I saw no tire marks at the crime scene. Only footprints." Miles said contradicting his own theory.
"How many sets of footprints?" Franziska's mind was whirling. An idea was formulating. "Brother, I fear you have made an error. I don't believe that was the site of the murder."
"But, Franziska, the blood splatter is consistent with a point blank gun shot wound-"
"We need to examine the crime scene again. It is possible someone is framing the defendant in my case."
Miles smiled at her. "My darling, Franziska, are you telling me you are concerned for the wellbeing of an accused murderer?" Edgeworth had come to realize that the true job of a prosecutor was not to get a guilty verdict at any cost, but to work to uncover the truth regardless of the consequences. His sister had not fully embraced this concept, but often skirted around discussing the issue with him.
Franziska straightened her back not wanting to appear soft. "I am merely concerned that we don't overlook the real killer who may still be at large."
"And perhaps your philosophies are starting to resemble mine?"
"I have no idea to which philosophies you refer and I assure you that no portion of me is beginning to resemble you, Miles Edgeworth."
Miles laughed. She could deny it all she wanted, but he knew she had changed. A change that made her a more perfect prosecutor and a more perfect human being than she could ever have been before. A change that made him love her all the more She was starting to allow herself to care. Her father had forbidden her to show empathy for others, in yet the human emotions were still there somewhere beginning to seep out at the most unlikely of times.
"Besides," she continued in an attempt to justify herself. "I seem to recall that I have also been accused of murder on occasion and a certain man I care a great deal about has as well. Were prosecutors to simply jump to conclusions we might both be in jail right now."
Miles leaned over and kissed her neck. "Yes, but as I recall dear sister you were eager to lock me up for murdering Agent Hicks on only flimsy circumstantial evidence."
"Fool! You know perfectly well I was only doing my job working through the investigation…and besides you would have been allowed conjugal visits." She winked at him.
"Really? Was that your plan? Get me locked up for a crime I didn't commit so you could use me as your own personal little toy?"
"Of course not. Besides that damned smuggling ring got us both in tight spots so don't act as though I was in some way being cruel to you, little brother. You didn't seem that upset at the time."
"I hid it well. Hiding feelings is one thing I learned from your family."
"Hmph!"
"I'm merely saying that I admire the broadening of your approach to consider the possibility that some of the accused may, in fact, be innocent."
"And I appreciate your admission that almost all of them are not and are merely sneaky, lying, cheating, no-good criminals."
Miles nodded and stepped out of bed slipping his underwear on. It was obvious the mood had been entirely lost.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Well, we're discussing the case. I figure we could get a lot of good work in tonight and check out the crime scene at first light. After all, it sounds like my reputation is on the line, as either I missed some clues that indicate the crime scene was staged or I missed wheelbarrow tread marks and either way I am not satisfied with you questioning the quality of my investigation."
Miles agitation was genuine. He investigated every nook and cranny. He shrewdly applied logic to what he saw and he had drawn the conclusion that the crime scene was the location of the victim's death. He would stand by this unless evidence to the contrary surfaced and if it did it was sure to be an infuriatingly interesting case.
Franziska appraised him and grabbed her phone. "Detective Vladmere, Prosecutor Edgeworth and I will meet you at my office in one hour. I expect you to be there or I'll see to it your pay is docked."
Miles opened the door to go to his room to get dressed for work, but Franziska fooled him wrapping her arms around him. She placed her palms on his bare chest possessively. "Little brother, you don't really think you and I need an entire hour to get dressed and get to work when you drive the way you do, do you?"
He smirked. "Prosecutor von Karma there is work to be done."
"Yes there is, Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth, but even the Demon Prosecutor doesn't need to take all night about it." And taking both of his hands in hers she led him back to the bed. "You have five minutes." She said laying herself back on the bed while pulling her towards him.
"Franziska, we don't have time for-"
He saw her starting to reach for her whip.
"Whatever you say, sister."
"Much better, Prosecutor Edgeworth and you better get used to saying that because when you discover that all my theories about your crime scene are correct I'll make you chant it to me all the time."
"You will not." He said arguing with her whilst kissing her breast and plunging himself into her. "Because I'll find all the logical explanations for the contradictions you believe you will discover."
"Ha!" She said wrapping her arms around the back of his neck.
"I…don't…think…so!" He said thrusting into her.
"You've obviously…overlooked something….in…your…investigation…"
"I…have…not…" He was pounding into her wildly sending her naked body sliding back and forth on the smooth sheets. She started yelping and her hands and arms tried to more tightly cling to him, until she let out a final shout and collapsed upon the bed.
"Happy now?" He asked looking down at her with self-satisfied amusement. She nodded seemingly unable to speak. Her eyes were clouded by post-orgasmic drowsiness and she rolled onto her side and started to curl up into the position she often slept in.
"No, Franziska. I told you we didn't have time for this. Come on. You need to get dressed."
She yawned and nodded pulling herself reluctantly from the bed.
"Oh, well. I still win." She said walking towards her closet.
"And how is that? Because I gave you satisfaction in less than four minutes?"
"No." She said smiling at him over her shoulder. "Because I'll be able to sleep on the ride to work because you'll be driving."
"Hmph!" Miles Edgeworth grumbled as he stomped off to his room to get dressed.