EPISODE 17- A Perfect Plan

Miles burst through the front door of the von Karma estate his eyes set with a fiery determination. His day's work done there was only one thing he wanted, his sister.

"I thought I was never going to get home! Oh, Sister!" His purred his words as he approached her.

Franziska was standing in the main entryway and he walked right over to her happily dumping his silver briefcase on the floor not wondering why she might be convienttly waiting at the door for him. "Miles-"

He grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him.

"That stupid defense attorney kept slapping the desk and objecting for no damn reason. It was like being back in court with Wright! Only this time there was no Maya to keep him from acting like a total ass."

Miles touched her brooch and released its special latch. The tiny little clicking sound it made sending shivers down him. He loved that sound. It was the first step to making love to his sister and he busily started untying the bow at her neck.

"Miles-"

Prosecutor Edgeworth put his hands to her lips to shush her as he happily yanked at his cravat, pulling it off and throwing it to the floor.

"Darling, you were amazing in court today. The methods you used…perfect. Your presence in the courtroom was so commanding. You dominated everyone there as you presented the knife just as Defense Attorney Jonson believed he'd won the case. Fantastic!"

Franziska temporarily forgot that she was trying to interrupt her brother. Hearing his description of her actions through his love-drunk eyes was very pleasant, but she knew that she couldn't let this progress into the hallway lovemaking session he obviously intended it to become.

Miles delicately dug down to her skin through the layers of fabric that hid his lover's neck. "It was such torture watching you and not being able to touch you like this. Not being able to tell you how wild you were making me. The entire courtroom was hanging on your every word, your every movement and all I could think was how I wanted to lick you-"

"Miles!"

But her brother was thoroughly absorbed after having freed her cleavage he had dove his head down to kiss it.

"Miles!"

Again Miles Edgeworth put a hand to her face. She would need to behave herself. He had waited all day for this moment when they were alone in order for him to release his pent up desires after having witnessed her perfect presentation. It had been so difficult for him to go through the day at work pretending that he wasn't overwhelmed by his desire for her. He was but a slave to her every whim and desire, her magnificence compelling him to worship her like the goddess she was and it made him very, very happy.

As Miles lips caressed the divot between Franziska's collarbone and neck he heard a sound to his right. It was an unusual sound, but something about it teased at a part of his brain were he filed annoyances and things he would rather not deal with. It sounded sort-of like someone trying to clear a bit of food that was stuck between their teeth, but not quite. It sounded like…Miles had a sinking feeling. He remembered what it reminded him of and irritation seeped into his titillated brain. With his lips still gently pressed into Franziska's sternum, Miles rolled his eyes toward the source of the sound and saw a large blotch of orange in the doorway of the drawing room. As Miles eyes focused he saw that the annoying sound and the eye assaulting color were both emanating from Larry Butz. Larry was smiling and giving Miles a thumbs up.

"Wow! Edgey, now I see why you haven't come home for a visit! Whoohoo! I wouldn't leave that action either, man!" He said nodding his head in approval of the debauchery.

Miles jumped back from his sister and straightened himself from the stooped position he had assumed to have better access to his lover's bosom, the ribbon of Franziska's bow still within his grasp.

"Butz? What the hell are you doing here? In my house? In Germany?"

Larry was in no way offended.

"My girlfriend lives here, man."

Miles frowned. He was quite confident that Larry's current main-squeeze did not live in the von Karma estate.

"Here, where?"

"Germany!"

Miles felt the all too familiar irritation that went along with any communication with his childhood friend. "And where exactly in Germany?"

"Vlochenburg."

"What? That's on the entirely opposite side of the country! Larry, you do understand that Germany is larger than it appears on the map! Don't you?"

Larry was too preoccupied ogling Franziska's exposed cleavage to answer his old friend. Miles noticed Larry's gaze and groaned, yanking his sister by the hand into the study.

"You let that man in our house?"

Franziska laughed. "Miles, he is your friend and the foolish fool was already here on our doorstep with his fool luggage. I wasn't going to pretend I didn't know him."

"And why exactly not? Couldn't you find some crime to have him arrested for?"

Franziska gave Miles a mischievous glance. She knew why he was so irritated. He wanted her and he wanted her now. The role reversal amused her. Usually it was she that was the impatient one. "Why, brother, I believe you must have had plans for this evening…"

Yes, Miles had plans. He had created in his mind an elaborate design for the evening. It was to begin with scooping her into his arms immediately upon his return home in order to shower her with kisses. He intended to pay tribute to her greatness by doing each and everything she wanted until every cell of her body was vibrating with pleasure in celebrate of her victory. They would then take their dinner in his bedroom by candlelight. Franziska would change into her blue silk nightgown the one that clung to her body in all the right spots and floated gracefully to the floor when he removed it revealing her gorgeous body. She was nothing less than a Venus of the courtroom, perfection in her performance, her knowledge, her beauty undeniable. Miles was justified in needing to pay tribute to her, but now the Butz was in his house fouling it all up.

"But-" Miles Edgeworth knew Franziska had done the right thing, but it was spoiling his fun. "Sister!"

"Don't whine, fool. It's unbecoming. You'll just have to survive a few more hours without me. I'll see to it that Helga sets him up in the guest bedroom that's farthest from wherever you wish us to be tonight."

Miles shoulders sagged. He wasn't entirely disappointed to see his old friend, but he had been ready for romance. Candlelight, wine, maybe even a little of Franziska's bossing around…

"Miles, we have more guest rooms than we have friends. I figure the fool can stay here for a night and we can get him on a train to the other side of the country in the morning. I think we can survive one night with our uninvited guest."

Miles wasn't sure. This was Larry Butz, after all.

"I'll make it worth the wait," she whispered in his ear seductively and Miles pinned her against the wall and kissed her neck wondering what evil he had done to deserve a visit from the Butz today of all days.

"Fine. One night and Franziska try not to look so devastatingly attractive you know he can't handle it…and frankly neither can I."

"You fool. Nothing special happened today in court."

"Yes, Franziska it did."

His sister laughed. "Try to behave yourself, Little Brother. We have a guest to entertain."

Miles groaned again as they turned toward where they had left Larry in the foyer.

Abruptly, Miles stopped and crossed his arms. "Franziska, did you lock the gallery?" The von Karmas owned a large number of valuable works of art and fine antiques that lived in their own room.

"You don't think the fool would actually steal something do you? He is a complete fool, but I can't imagine him-"

"No, of course not, but the man brings trouble wherever he goes. I don't want him breaking anything. I don't think our insurance covers acts of Butz." Both siblings' eyes widened with fear.

"Oh, God! There isn't any way to lock chimneys is there?" Franziska asked as she marched in the direction of the gallery determined to ensure that their collections were adequately protected from harm.

~xxxx~

"Miles here never struck me as a ladies' man. So, I'm guessing Franny must have made the first move," Larry speculated whist waggling his eyebrows. "And let me tell you the image is hot. I can just see it all-"

"LARRY!" Miles shouted. "Please refrain from fantasizing about my sister while at the dinner table. I am, in fact, rather eager to keep her all to myself, thank you."

Franziska snickered into her cloth napkin. She would have seemed the proper lady had her foot not been stroking Miles' leg under the table. She found it cute when her brother worried other men would steal her away especially since she knew very well she only had eyes for him. She gazed longingly at him and saw that Miles was grouchily munching on his meal with distinctly less of his immaculate table manners than usual.

If he had told me he wished for an evening of romance I would have had Shelby drive Larry to town and paid for him to stay at a hotel, but it is kind of cute to see Little Brother so flustered. He's so used to getting his way, as am I.

Larry shrugged and turned his attention to Minwee one of the maids.

Incredible. Absolutely incredible! Thought Miles. How could Larry so quickly change focuses?

"So when do I get the tour?" Larry asked with the eagerness of a child.

Miles wanted to say never, but he mumbled that he'd show Larry around after dinner.

"Larry, do you hear much from Phoenix Wright?" Franziska asked.

Larry shook his head sadly. "Naw. He kind of dropped off the end of the earth when they took his badge. I guess he must be pretty busy with that daughter of his and I'm guessing he never forgave Edgey here for punching him.*"

Miles set his fork down. He no longer felt like eating. He wished he could go back to that last time he saw Phoenix and do things differently, but he couldn't so he had to live with the knowledge that his best friend probably still hated him.

I should have told him about Franziska and I. I should have explained that she had changed. That the person she was, that creature of her father's making, was just a mask, but I didn't.

Miles felt like an exile in his own home sometimes. Germany had many painful memories for him, but Franziska made being there tolerable. Gazing across the table at her as she delicately chewed her meat he thought about how dynamic she was. One moment snarling and feisty and the next so compassionate as to take in this moron who lacked the social grace to call before showing up on their doorstep after not having seen either of them in at least three or four years.

After dinner Miles reluctantly offered Larry a tour of the estate, which the Butz eagerly accepted. Edgeworth led the way out of the dining hall and was surprised to find Franziska coming with him as well.

She whispered in his ear, "I thought you would like the company." Larry was very interested in every aspect of the house, but seemed most interested in where the maids' quarters were at which point Franziska shouted at him, "Larry foolish fool Butz! You are in Germany pursuing one lady and are trying to hit on my servants at the same time?"

"Well…see technically speaking me and Raquel aren't together anymore. And if when I get to her she says she was serious when she said she never wanted to see me again I'd like to have a backup plan if you know what I mean." Larry grinned and formed a thumbs up and Franziska slashed her whip at him.

Miles could tell that this was getting them nowhere and so he suggested they call it a night. It was past time to retire anyways as he had gotten home from work unusually late.

~xxxx~

"Finally!" Miles said leaning his back against the door to emphasis that he was done with the world outside of it for the day. They had given Larry a thorough tour of the grounds and had seen that he was taken to the guest quarters for the evening and after getting a late night snack from the kitchen had now gone to Franziska's room. Miles was determined to pick up from where he had left off with his veneration of his sister.

"Has it really been so terrible, Little Brother?" She teased.

"Yes. Yes, it has, but it's significantly better now," he said sliding his arm around her waist his lips twitching in delight to once again be near her alone.

There would be no candlelight, no wine, no silken nightgown floating down to the floor like a bubble riding on the wind, but there was still plenty of Franziska's love and that was all he really wanted.

"Fool! I fear I've made you terribly spoiled with my constant needs."

"Who me? Spoiled? I believe you're the one called the Ice Princess, darling."

"I'm called many things." She said dragging a finger across her brother's chest to the buttons of his vest.

"Only because your magnificence and constant expectation of nothing less than perfection intimidates people."

A smile crossed Franziska's lips. "But you aren't scared of me." She cooed, her eyes smoldering with desire for him.

Miles shook his head. "No, because I really know you and I know that hostile exterior is just an act."

"Hostile?" She grabbed her whip and lashed him. He cringed though a happy smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh, Franziska, what would I do without you?"

She let out a little yip as he leaned toward her yanking the whip out of her hand.

"Miles Edgeworth, you give me that back!"

"No, sister." He said holding it behind his back.

"Little Brother, you give me my whip back right now!"

"No. Not till you do something for me."

Franziska arched an eyebrow in obvious distaste at this suggestion.

Miles leaned against her and whispered in her ear. "Say, "Your honor not a shred of evidence suggests this man's innocence.""

Franziska rolled her eyes. "Miles, it was simply another case."

"It most certainly was not. A normal case would not drive me wild with desire. A normal case would not make me wish that I were on the witness stand simply so your eyes would rest upon me if only for a moment."

Franziska was turning red with embarrassment. "Miles, have you been drinking?"

"Kiss me, sister!"

She reluctantly leaned forward to peck his lips but his body enveloped her pressing her against him and lifting her feet off the ground. She let out a gasp.

"Fool, you're acting giddy. Are you sure you're feeling all right? Perhaps, I should call the doctor."

Edgeworth laughed as he spun her around knowing that she was entirely serious about her concerns. "I love you, Franziska."

Franziska shook her head. It was now official Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth had finally suffered a nervous breakdown. All those years of pressure to function at the level of perfection that only a von Karma was capable of had led him to this goofy state.

"Say it, Franziska."

Franziska was confused, but she was very much enjoying the feeling of his hands and lips all over her. It made her laugh that even after years of making love to him it could still feel new and exciting.

"Franziska, say it!"

"I love you, Miles Edgeworth...?"

Her brother set her down and grinned from ear to ear and happily sighed. "I do love hearing that, but that's not it and you know it."

"Miles, this is a most foolish, foolish fool thing to make me do. There is no point."

"Do it!" Miles ordered. "Please, sister. Just once for me."

Franziska rolled her eyes. "Fine."

"Like you mean it." He directed.

Planting her feet in her normal wide-legged stance she extended her finger and pointed in the general direction of the door as though it were the witness stand.

"Your honor, not a shred of evidence suggests this man's innocence."

"Yeah, sorry about that!"

Miles and Franziska both jumped startled to know someone was in the room with them. "I got lost on my way to the bathroom. So I came in here to use this one. Have a good night, Franny. I know Edgey will."

Franziska barely clothed and feeling as though she had just made a complete fool of herself with her brother's insistence on reliving the courtroom drama of the day let out a growl and charged at Butz. "What were you thinking coming in my bedroom?"

Miles grabbed his half clothed sister and held her back whispering to her, "Chant to yourself the words "first train tomorrow, first train tomorrow." I swear, darling, it really helps. I assure you."

Franziska continued to growl and Miles thought that Larry was incredibly lucky that she had been disarmed under the pretense of foreplay or else Larry would surely have gotten the worst lashing of his life.

Risenfromash footnote*: This refers to Phoenix and Miles fight in "So Much Left Unsaid" and, yes, I will be finishing it. Miles perspective is complete and posted, but Nick's isn't done quite yet, but I promise it will be soon.