Sorry for taking a long time to update. I've honestly been through a writer's block for days. It was difficult to construct the appropriate turning point (gyakuten) of the story. (I just made a horrible joke, but whatever.) Now, that I've finally presented this chapter to you, I would love feedback from you, of any type, but I humbly request that you be kind! :)

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Chapter 4

A warm, soft, light surrounded Miles and Franziska the following Saturday morning in one bedroom. The air temperature was adequately maintained by a properly-functioning heater, but the room seemed hotter to them ironically despite the remnants of last winter.

"Mmm..." She left out a soft rumble as she kissed her husband intensely, stoking the nape of his neck with her palm and her fingers buried in his dark hair. He pulled away staring deeply into her blue eyes, then on her pink lips, and then entered her mouth with his tongue to kiss her even some more while he spread her legs apart under the covers using his knee. She wrapped one leg around his body to pull him closer. Sounds of their smacking lips, rustling sheets, struggling groans, and passionate moans echoed around Miles's expansive bedroom.

"So beautiful..." he kept whispering. Franziska suspected that he repeated this over and over in the hopes of conditioning her body into arousal whenever he pronounced the word beautiful. It was a foolish notion. But to her chagrin, it was working.

"Your lips taste wonderful." He showed his modest quirk of a smile as he held her against his chest. She stared at him, noticing a tiny dimple on his cheek. "My gift suits you then." His eyes twinkled in triumph.

"I expected Ms. Faraday did the selection of lip gloss flavours, not you, Miles Edgeworth."

"I make efforts with my apologies."

"I haven't quite forgiven you yet." She gave him a smug smile.

"You've always been so manipulative." He chuckled, pulling her under him.

"When you live with von Karmas, you learn." She remarked. He gravely agreed.

"No doubt about that. But remember, you're not the only one who did for a long time." He showered her with more kisses, which she happily reciprocated.

"Miles Edgeworth, tell me honestly- are you uncomfortable with me?" Franziska, wrapped in one of Miles's magenta bathroom towels, sat on one of the wooden chairs in his room, drying her hair.

"Uncomfortable? In what sense?" his lower body wrapped in his own towel, he was drying his hair as well.

"Our physical relationship." She hid her blushing face and camouflaged it with her usual challenging tone.

"No. Frankly speaking," he aimed his grey eyes at her, "I enjoy you. I enjoy your body. You are quite passionate, so there is no reason for insecurity." He slipped on his boxer briefs and a pair of dark grey jeans.

"I enjoy you too-" Franziska tried to sound as confident as he did. Damn him for always being ahead of her in some way. "-Your body." Miles watched her lips as she spoke. He found her more alluring and tempting every day they spent together, and everytime their bodies were close. This was getting too dangerous.

He finished changing quickly. Franziska was still doing her makeup, clothed in nothing but that damned towel. The towel's width was short on her body. It reached just an inch or two below the vee of her thighs, giving him a tantalizing peek at her bottom when she bent over his dresser to apply her mascara. That same towel was infolded sloppily between her compressed but large, swelling chest. If she bent over some more, that towel could get caught on one of the edges of his dresser and slide off of her luscious body. It was sweet torture, but he continued to ogle her, occasionally responding yeses and no's to her small talk questions. He watched her as she flipped her blue hair onto one shoulder and slipped on a pair of white knickers. She had a nice, rounded ass, he felt his turtleneck collar and grey jeans tighten. The discomfort worsened as she continued talking while hooking her white lacy bra and settled her breasts properly in each cup. He gave up and decided to sit on the nearest armchair and distract himself with an Alexander Dumas novel.

"So, ready to head out? We can grab our Starbucks then be on our way to Fareway Market. We'll have to hurry." She tied her hair in a loose, messy chignon, with tendrils hanging along her neck and in front of her ears. She was dressed in a rose-coloured Japanese cotton empire-waist mini-dress with small, billowing ¾ length sleeves. She wore dark plum leggings under.

"Luckily, it's still early. They have fresh produce reserved." Miles glanced at the wall clock. He agreed to accompany her in grocery shopping so he could help decide the menu and help her carry the bags. He knew Ms. Andrews was coming over, and he wanted to help make her feel at home as well.

-Fareway Market, Broadway, New York, NY-

8:00 AM

"This sirloin is better-looking. I shall take it." She instructed the butcher to provide her with the meat parts she ordered.

"Baked herb chicken, Honey-lemon grilled sirloin, and a mixed berry cheesecake, huh? It appears we will be busy the rest of the morning." Miles perused Franziska's collection of recipes on her iPad.

"We?" she grabbed some spices from the nearby shelf.

"Indeed. I may follow the stereotype and take care of the marinade and the grilling." He said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Men and the grills. I really do think all of you have an inner tendency towards pyromania." She smirked.

"As much as I like to see you try and play with fire, I think you have a better hand at anything involving the oven. I enjoyed those brownies you made when we were children." He took an armful of vegetables and placed them in their cart.

"I would expect no less. I do anything perfectly." She smiled proudly. Miles nodded consentingly. He pushed the cart forward, following her stride.

"Miles Edgeworth..." she paused.

"Hmm?"

"Will you go to Heiterkeit with me?"

"..." he knew what that house meant to her. They grew up there. Unfortunately for him, he didn't have so many good memories there.

"You know how I feel about that house, but I never knew how you felt about it." She crossed her arms.

"Don't worry about that. I'll come with you." He nodded, trying to hide his somber face.

"You have my gratitude." She smiled at him- not one of her victorious, prideful grins, but just a simple, genuine, childlike smile- that stirred him inside. It made him want to see more of it. He couldn't help but smile back. Before he knew it, he was woolgathering, and by the time he stopped, they were already at the counter paying for their items.

-Edgeworth Residence-

10:30 AM

"How is it?" Miles gave Franziska a fork of grilled honey-lemon sirloin.

"A little more salt would be fine. How about this?" She gave him a fork of the herb chicken.

"Another pinch of rosemary would do the trick." He smiled.

They were both busy at the kitchen, using at least 6 different utensils. They never really had time, nor the inclination to cook, but somehow, cooking together like this didn't make cooking seem like a chore.

"How is scruffy doing lately?" Franziska asked about any development from yesterday's incident.

"He contacted me a while ago. He said the evidence against the men were quite strong, so they gave up and decided to serve their sentence." Miles prepared more slabs of meat with marinade. "Are you... better now?"

"Justice is served." She cracked her whip onto the kitchen floor. Again, he couldn't explain where on her person she keeps her whip. "That is all that matters." She said cooly.

"You've become tougher now." He tightened his apron.

"We grow up, we move on." She commented as she wrapped her hands in oven mittens.

"Yes, we do." Miles's eyes were smiling despite the hard line of his lips.

1 hour and 30 minutes later

"I trust you are doing well, Ms. Andrews?" Miles opened the door and welcomed Adrian inside their home.

"Please call me Adrian. We are practically like family now." Adrian Andrews, Franziska's beautiful blonde museum curator friend stepped inside wearing a simple but elegant emerald satin dress, with matching champagne-coloured heels.

"Then address me as Miles as well." Miles gave her a friendly tap on the shoulder. He proceeded to get the tea.

"I'm glad you came over. I read that magazine you gave me. I don't know if I can do it." Franziska crossed her arms.

"Rubbish, Mrs. Edgeworth! You always spouted that perfection mantra until my ears hurt. You will do it all and you will do it perfectly!" Adrian had the itch to shake some sense into the woman.

"You're right. I have the blood of the von Karma. I can do this." She took in a deep breath.

"That's the spirit! Now, make sure he doesn't see that magazine, or things might turn awkward." Adrian giggled.

"Don't worry, I... Bloody hell. I left it on the kitchen counter!" Franziska briskly walked to the kitchen hoping Miles had not noticed that incriminating volume beside the condiment and spice cupboard.

"Miles Edgeworth!" She called out as he was pouring milk in the creamer. He glanced at her. "Adrian and I take tea without sugar, so let me take that tray for you. May I request you play one of your Paganini pieces? I liked the one from your last recital, and I'm sure Adrian would love to hear it too!" She took in the sight of Adrian's magazine in her peripheral vision.

"... That's a good idea. Allow me to find my sheet music." He smiled indulgingly and handed the tray to her capable hands. The moment he stepped out, she sighed in relief and hid the magazine in a more obscure cupboard.

She served tea and biscuits while they waited for the last few minutes for the herb chicken to bake while listening to intricate, strong, but sweet notes from Miles and his violin.

"Wow, Fran. He has such precise fingers." Adrian watched in awe as Miles attacked each note with a passion.

"Indeed. Such fingers." Franziska reddened at the memory of how he used them on her last time. Adrian winked at her knowingly.

"Where did you learn to play, Miles?" Adrian applauded him the moment he finished.

"Germany. Franziska and I studied music for a short while together." He answered.

"We both had to learn the piano. Aside from the piano, Miles learned the violin, and I learned the oboe." Franziska served Miles some tea.

"Geniuses. And, not just in court too. I'm interested to see what kind of kids you'll be having." Adrian teased good-naturedly. Miles and Franziska almost choked on their tea.

"K-k-kids." Franziska hiccupped.

"A progeny of geniuses- Imagine that!" She continued.

"Do you like children, Adrian?" Miles wiped his lips with a napkin.

"Before, when I had totally bad self-esteem, I didn't because I was too scared to interact with them. But after I met you, Frannie, Mr. Wright, and everyone else, my self-esteem improved and I even made friends with Pearl! Ever since then, it became easier for me to interact with children her age and younger. So yes, now I like children." Adrian smiled. "Don't you like children too, Miles?"

"That must be the chicken." Franziska stood up and proceeded to the kitchen.

"Honestly Adrian, I don't know how to interact with children. Your newfound gift is admirable." Miles pushed up his eyeglasses.

"Listen Miles, I'm worried about Franziska. How is she?" Adrian looked him in the eye.

"Some men assaulted her yesterday. Luckily, Gumshoe and I were able to make it on time. The men are behind bars now, and thankfully, no irreversible harm was done." He sighed.

"Oh goodness... Our poor Frannie..." Adrian's eyes misted. "Thank God you were there Miles! If I had known, I would never have left her until you came, or something."

"It was nobody's fault, Adrian." Miles comforted her.

"You're right. We'll be more careful from now on." Adrian nodded.

"Food's ready." Franziska peeked from the kitchen door.

"Right! And Miles, if you don't mind, can you help me unload a package from my car? It's yours and Franziska's wedding gift." Adrian followed the two into the dining room.

"Of course." Miles nodded as they took their seats.

After lunch...

"Adrian, this is huge. How did you manage to get this into your car?" Miles set down a big rectangular package wrapped in pattern paper.

"I had some help from Finn, one of my coworkers, This was also actually his idea." She replied. Franziska quirked a smile, while noticing Adrian's blushing cheeks.

"Is that so? Let's open it together then, Miles Edgeworth." Franziska eyed the gift and spoke eagerly.

"Oh, Frannie, I want you guys to open it tonight. Night time is the best time." Adrian winked.

"Okay then. We shall open it tonight, Franziska." Miles nodded.

"Fine. Now I am very curious what you have gotten us for a wedding present, Adrian Andrews." Franziska is trying to resist her compulsion to use her whip to open the package.

"Well, that was a lovely meal. Thank you both so much. I have to be at the museum soon. My boss is expecting me." Adrian glanced at her watch.

"It was nice having you over. Thank you for the present, Adrian." Miles and Adrian exchanged a friendly air cheek kiss.

Franziska leaned over to give her friend an air kiss as well. "Call me tomorrow, okay?" Adrian whispered then smiled when Franziska nodded.

"So, what time is this musical of yours?" Miles turned to Franziska.

"Three o'clock. It is now one-forty. We best get ready." She replied and climbed the stairs to her room. Miles did likewise.

Franziska decided to dress comfortably, adhering to the style for chilly spring weather. She wore a leather dark sienna button dress with an inner fleece lining, wrapped with a velvet black belt around her slim waist. She wore a layered, silk black mini-skirt with intricate lacework under and black stretchy cotton stay-ups. Miles on the other hand wore a white cotton button-shirt covered with a dark magenta and black argyle-patterned sweater. He wore a cotton gabardine maroon coloured trench coat as well.

-West 51st St., New York, NY-

2:45 PM

"Are you okay?" Miles asked as he held her hand while they were walking towards the theatre.

"Yes. I'm fine." As long as you're there. She left unsaid. Her eyes however had that wary look since her unfortunate experience walking the streets alone. He noticed her discomfort and squeezed her hand affectionately. She glanced at his face. He was looking ahead with a face so sure.

"I have come across that novel when I was in high school. A girl was reading it in the library while I was looking for references to a case I was studying. She appeared to have enjoyed it very much." He spoke as they walked the streets, dodging people and their children.

"Did you not read the novel yourself?" Franziska asked.

"No. I was more interested in reading other things. But now, I am interested to watch this show. Thank you for inviting me."

She smiled.

-Gerwin Theater, West 55th St., New York-

3:30 PM

This was honestly the 3rd time Franziska has watched this show. She had also read the novel and its sequel almost twice each. She was not one so much for the arts, but she appreciated and liked to watch those with talent. Now however, she could not pay so much attention to the show with her husband next to her. It appears the silent atmosphere, the dark room, and their distance shortened her attention span to a degree and left her eyes and imagination roaming. It was such a shame, truly, but in all honesty, she had a difficult time in maintaining her attention on anything. She saw him smile at the corner of her eye, clearly trying to hide his mocking mirth in the process. She glared at an empty space near the stage.

"Stop laughing at me." She hissed.

"I'm not laughing at you."

"Don't pretend you're not. I know you're laughing at me in the inside."

"It's not yet the funny part of the show. Don't you see the rest of the audience misty-eyed?"

"Be quiet now, I'm trying to watch."

"If you say so." He grinned.

"SEE. You are laughi-" he shushed her and squeezed her hand, inclining his head to remind her the rest of the audience wish to concentrate on the show.

"I was not being loud." She whispered.

"Yes, you were Franziska. Don't let me kiss you." He teased. She blushed and did not speak for the rest of the show.

-Victoria's Cafe, 52nd St., Manhattan, NY-

6:00 PM

"Are you having fun, Franziska?" Miles asked as he sliced a piece of his black angus steak.

"Yes. You are annoying company, Miles Edgeworth, but I am having fun." She laughed.

"I haven't heard you laugh for quite sometime. That is good." He smiled faintly and took a bite of his food.

"Are you having fun?" she anxiously asked. She was the one who wanted to go out with him. If they went out together more often, maybe their relationship will develop.

"Yes. That show was a good pick. Also, this restaurant hits the spot. I never tried Cuban cuisine. It has a distinct taste from Spanish, or Filipino for sure." He took a sip of his wine.

"I'm thinking of bringing scruffy here for dinner too as thanks." Franziska ate a spoonful of paella.

"I'm glad you suddenly have the heart to do so." She detected that mischievous glint in his eye though he kept his expression placid.

"He deserves it. I repay my debts too, Miles Edgeworth." Franziska blushed. And yet, another trait of hers he found adorable.

"I definitely do not regret this date with you." He chuckled.

"D-d-date?" she stammered, grasping her sleeve.

"Yes. A date. Funny how we got the order mixed up- Marriage, then dating..." he could not mention the last. She smiled.

"I haven't had the chance to say thank you." She took a swig of her wine.

"For what?"

"-The birthday gift, and for today."

"You're welcome. I'm glad you like it. Besides, I'm also grateful that you brought me to see a wonderful show and eat an exquisite dinner. I am tempted not to return home, as I do not wish for this day to end yet." He wiped his lips with a napkin.

"... Me neither."

"What do you say to an evening tryst then, Prosecutor Edgeworth?" he raised an eyebrow and quirked a small smile.

"Lead the way, Prosecutor Edgeworth." She responded in her own impudent but amused tone.

-43rd St., Manhattan, NY-

7:30 PM

"Where are we going, Miles Edgeworth?" Franziska wrapped her arms around herself as they walked along the cold night.

"A friend of mine is playing tonight at the Birdsong, and he's been bugging me about bringing my wife over. He made the reservations and I almost forgot about them." Miles stopped walking for Franziska to catch up.

"Where is that? Is that a club?"

"Yeah, it's just down this street. He's brilliant on the sax."

"Like brandy down your throat huh?" she smiled.

"Yeah..." he watched her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. She is quite lovely.

They arrived at one corner of the pavement. The club was cozy and warm. Beautiful jazz music played by a band on stage surrounded the atmosphere as gentle lights of different but matching colours swayed along a dance floor. A few people were dancing, and a few people were chatting in hushed tones at the bar. It was a lovely place that had its charm.

"Do you like it?" he turned to her.

"Oh yes I do." They took their seats on a tall table where they were served with complimentary brandy. Miles ordered an additional pint of cognac.

"Heavens. I do not intend to finish an entire bottle in one night." Franziska laughed.

"Neither do I. I am quite full, but some after-dinner liquor that goes well with the ambience would be quite nice." He smelled his glass of brandy.

"Oh bloody, this is awful." Franziska gasped after a single gulp.

"Did you just drink all that in one gulp?" he laughed.

"Drink is drink. Am I supposed to drink it like wine?" she fanned herself.

"In a way yes. Here, let me show you." He swirled his glass some more.

"Let's look at the colour under the light. It's almost dark amber, maybe auburn. This means our cognac is quite aged, thus a strong but smooth, and even flavour." He handed her his glass while he poured another one for her.

"It smells like... grape, or roses?" she couldn't make up her mind.

"Now take a small sip."

"This is your glass."

"It's alright." She took a sip off of his glass. He was right. The liquor was smooth. Different wonderful aromas filled her senses. It elicited complex responses on her taste buds, her nose, and every complex center in her brain that involved taste and olfaction. The drink slid on her palate with a sensual texture and slowly descended her throat in a warm manner, causing her insides to burn a little like an inner fire.

The expression on her face was so alluring, he had to take a sip off her glass to distract himself. He couldn't appreciate the drink as much, but at least it still burned inside him.

"Franziska." He looked at her.

"Hmm?"

"Let's dance." He stood up and took her hand.

"Like the old times?" she remembered her dance lessons as a child. Miles was usually her poor old dance partner who suffered some pain inflicted by her feet.

"Definitely, but this time, with a twist." He chuckled. The jazz music kicked up a notch, playing a playful tune. It was a mixture of jazz and swing.

They stepped into the dance floor. Miles held her as they danced synchronized steps at a moderate pace. It wasn't a perfect dance, but they swung and flung each other playfully as the notes of the music did wonders. Franziska spun and twirled, and couldn't help but laugh. It was like being a teenager again- feeling warm and giddy in the company of a handsome man. Holding his hand, she swung and spun herself back into his arms landing her chest on his. They were nearly out of breath as the music faded into a slower song. She leaned her forehead onto his chin. He lowered his face and leaned his nose onto hers as they tried to catch their breath. They were both smiling.

"That was one hell of a twist, Miles Edgeworth." She exhaled.

"But you liked it."

"I liked it." She smiled. Miles spotted his friend on the saxophone who gave him a small bow. His friend was clearly amused at Miles's interaction with his wife.

"This is for all you couples out there." His friend spoke curtly on the microphone before beginning their slow piece.

"That must be your friend. He is brilliant as you say. Do I detect a form of dedication through this song?" She wrapped her arms around his neck casually and whispered to his ear.

"Most likely." He whispered back and embraced her as they danced to the soft music.

He felt warm and wonderful around her. Not just this night, but it had always been like this with her. Ever since their first night, he knew he couldn't see her as his sister ever again. The more he stayed with her, the more he saw her as a woman, and the more he became wary of how he interacted with her. He was playing a dangerous game. He knew so very well that a woman like her deserves love, and he knew he didn't have that capability. But then he wanted her so, so bad. He never wanted to be married to her to just file a divorce later. Despite his failures, he still wanted forever. He held her tighter as if she might get away if he didn't hold her enough. She was so soft, fragrant, yet fragile in his arms. She sighed in content and laid her head on his shoulder. Could he love her as she deserved?

-Edgeworth Residence-

1:00 AM

"Today was great." Franziska mumbled. They both held hands and leaned onto each other as they stepped into the front door.

"We should go out more often." He replied.

"I think so too. But I don't want it to end yet, Miles." Franziska pulled him closer.

"The day will come soon. We have to rest in bed eventually." He chuckled.

"No... Our marriage, I mean." She leaned into him. He could smell the vanilla and lilies of her shampoo.

"... Are you alright Franziska?" she could be drunk.

"I'm very much fine, and sober, thank you." She flicked his nose.

"Ouch. Okay, I believe you. I'm sorry." He held her upright.

"Miles, are you happy to have married me?"

"Why wouldn't I be happy? I mean, you're manipulative, fierce, and quick to insult others, and maybe sometimes still a brat, but..."

"But?" Oh how she wished he would say the three words she wanted so much from him.

"You're a beautiful person, inside and out to me." His grey eyes were very sincere. She couldn't take the fear of losing him anymore.

"I... don't want to lose you." she was so, so scared of losing him, but she strongly felt, she needed to tell him now.

"Franziska, you won't lose me. After this marriage, I will still stand by you." They sat on the sofa. He held her hand firmly.

"What if I want more..?" she lowered her head.

He paused. He was afraid of what might come next. "What do you mean?"

"Miles... I..." She looked him in the eyes. Her baby blue eyes were misty, but they were serious and true.

"It's nothing. I'll go to my room now."

"What do you mean 'it's nothing'?"

She climbed the stairs, leaving a dumbfounded Miles and a half-filled bottle of cognac left from their date.

O-o-O-o-O

She was crying herself to sleep. Her head was aching and she was hoping to drift off into a dreamless slumber soon. It was nearly three in the morning and she intended to sleep in the Sunday morning. Her plans to sleep were foiled when she heard her door crack open. A shaft of light entered along with another body. She pretended to sleep. He closed the door and sat on the side of her bed.

"Will you tell me what's wrong?" He spoke softly, half-hoping she was awake, the other half, asleep. He ran his fingers through his damp hair. She smelled musk and aftershave. He probably just had a shower.

"I know you will never be a sister to me again. I would be damned mad if I bed my sister." He paused. "Forgive my profanity." He was still so kind. He covered his face with his hands. He turned to her and smoothed his hand over her light blue hair.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." He whispered into her hair. She knew there might be a possibility he would avoid her all over again. She oh so wanted to tell him about her feelings, but she was afraid of pushing him away with them.

He stood up to leave. She couldn't let him leave, but her voice would not come out. His back was now towards her. She gradually felt his weight off her bed. Just when he stood up, she grabbed his wrist,

"I don't want you to be sorry, Miles Edgeworth." She got up and knelt on the bed, pulling him back down. He was seated once again. She took his face in her hands.

"Look at me." She commanded.

"You married me, and I married you. I will do anything to keep you at my side. Anything." She had a serious look on her face. There was barely any trace of weakness despite the long day they just had.

"You don't have to worry about that Franzis-"

"I know. But now, this is something I want to do for you." She slowly reclined his body onto the pillows of her bed. Her heart was madly beating fast, but she craved his touch. If she could not have his heart, she might have some other part of him at least.

"Franziska, it wouldn't be fair..." he said in hushed tones, in a shaking voice.

"No, it wouldn't. But we can't have everything fair at all times, can we Miles Edgeworth?" She straddled his hips and leaned over, caging him in between with her hands on her bed's headboard.

"We can't do..."

"Shh. Yes. We can. You need me." She leaned toward him, lightly kissing his eyelids like he usually does to her, enveloping him with her soft, warm body.

She sighed and began kissing his lips softly while sensually grinding onto his crotch. He fisted his hands tightly on the bed, as desire built up within him. He couldn't believe it, but she wanted him like this. He thought he didn't deserve such ardent, passionate feelings from her, but he wanted them so much. He was a mess.

Franziska's hands continued to roam along the length of his body as she tried to unbutton his clothes. Almost too quickly she slid off his cotton bed shirt and firmly massaged his shoulders, trying to uncoil tense muscles at the same time agonizingly sliding her tongue on his, making him feel so much pleasure in such small tasks.

"Franziska... what..." he gasped when she turned him sideways and wrapped her arms around him from behind. She slid her fingers along the planes of his pectoral and serrati muscles, down to his abdominal ones, each touch gently probing, rubbing, memorizing every tough, sinewy mound, indentation, ridge and detail.

"You will be the death of me. Ugh..." his breathing became faster and heavier. She teased him further by softly tracing the line from his sternum down to the fine dark hair that trailed from his umbilicus to his pubis.

"Franziska... Where did you... Agh..." he grunted in pleasure when she slipped her hand into his pyjamas and brushed it against him there. He struggled and squirmed against her, but she had him pinned with her arms and their entangled legs. He continued to groan as her hand became more active in pleasuring him through the cotton of his boxer shorts.

When he had gotten hold of reality once more, his pyjamas were already on the floor discarded along with his shirt, and she was in the process of sliding off his underwear. He was painfully in need of relief. He took her hands in his and struggled to look her in the eyes. He shook his head while he gritted his teeth.

"No." He whispered.

"Let me." She slipped off her nightgown over her head and piled it on top of his clothes on the floor. She leaned him back on the pillows while she kissed him once more, rubbing her wet, lace-covered womanhood onto the tip of his member through his underwear.

"Agghh.." he groaned through their kiss and placed his hands on her bottom setting a better rhythm of her movements. He continued to hold her, tilting her hips, grinding and bucking against her, alternating soft and hard strokes.

"Oh... oh... Yes..." She continued grinding against him, forward and back, in circles, sensually swaying her hips, gasping and sighing as she unhooked her bra and took it off.

"I've always liked the way you do things to me." She leaned over and whispered against his ear. His hands slid upwards, tracing the curve of her hips, waist, and eventually palming both her breasts.

"Were they always this big?" he brushed his lips with one areola.

"They were always the same size since I ended puberty." She gasped when he began licking.

"You lie." He teased and squeezed the other with his fingers.

"You were looking this whole time?" she moaned as he suckled on one breast.

"A man would be a fool not to notice. Men do look, whether you like it or not."

"Other men probably looked as well." She teased then cried out when he suckled harder and slipped a finger into her. Her nipples were so tight now.

"Of course they did. I didn't like them looking." He growled possessively as he sucked on the other breast while she continued to grind into him, with his now bare member. She had slipped off all of his clothing while he was distracted with other parts of her body. He released her breast from his mouth with a pop. Before he could proceed to taking off her panties, she leaned her head against his shoulder and took the shaft of his cock.

"You are... really impressive." She whispered and turned their faces to look at themselves on the full length mirror adjacent to the side of the bed.

"I wonder how you would feel like inside me..." her silky voice shook him to the core. She knew he was tightly coiled tension as she continued to pump him up and down, up and down with her hand, intermittently brushing a finger on the glans and on the slit at the end. His jaw was tight, and he felt like the pleasure mixed with agony would never end. He shut his eyes tightly to avoid seeing their lewd reflection on the mirror, but it was a horrible, horrible idea, because closing his eyes heightened his hearing and tactile senses. Every touch, every squeeze, and every sound aroused him further, and he was increasing in size.

"Inside you? No... We c-can't." He raggedly breathed out. "Yes." She moaned while she rubbed his tip onto her panty-covered slit. He groaned as preliminary fluid came out, wetting her underwear even further.

"But children... We can't." He whispered.

"I'm safe today if that's what you're worried about." She kissed him. For a moment she felt some tension was released. "I'm soaked, thanks to you." She took off her underwear and returned to pleasuring him.

"How do you know..."

"-How to make you feel good? Or how I'm safe?" she teased as she descended on his body.

"Both." He inhaled when she traced a corner of his pelvis with her tongue.

"I keep track monthly of course, and I calculate. Let me remind you how good I am at calculating. As for your other question, it's a secret." She had a cat-like grin as she continued to caress his lower regions and massage his balls.

He endured, but felt so good. He moaned when she took the first inch of him into her mouth. She sighed as well. He suspected she still felt shy about this but he couldn't concentrate on anything when she was giving him piecing, blinding sensations with her inexpert but exceedingly erotic suction and caresses from her fingers. How he wanted to thrust further, but he reined in his urges and forced himself to be patient as she took him further into her mouth, struggling to time her breaths. She released his shaft from her mouth so she could breathe properly for a while. Miles was panting shallow breaths but calmed when his cock was being cradled between her large breasts.

"You... you don't have to do this, Franziska..."

"I want to. I want to make you feel good." She squeezed his cock between her breasts, rubbing them against all over his shaft.

"That feels really..." he began thrusting against her soft, warm breasts. "Good... So good." He groaned when she took him into her mouth again. He couldn't help it this time. He thrust in and out of her hot, wet mouth, in a moderate pace. He rammed into her again and again, and was even more turned on as he continued to thrust, as their eyes met.

"You feel so good... Ahh..." he smoothed her hair as he continued to thrust deeper, groaning every time his length reached part of her throat. Whenever her throat would tighten a little and she would gag, her walls there would tighten on his member as well, and he felt euphoria on every part of his flesh that met with hers. She moaned and gasped, getting wetter herself, bouncing her breasts against his thrusting shaft, until he met his release and shot his warm load into her mouth.

After swallowing a little, some of it clumsily leaked from her mouth and travelled down her lips, dripping onto her breasts. He watched her kneeled before him covered in his fluids, all flushed and pink. She licked her fingers palming her breasts, trying to relieve them from the aching sensation of her desire. He wasn't done yet. Watching her face and breasts covered in his cum aroused him even further.

"Do you feel better, Miles Edgeworth?" she laid herself beside his still-aroused body. She did not cover herself and she had that confident smile of hers on her face.

"You little minx." He chuckled as he pinned her on the bed and kissed her.

"Miles... I want you this time." She held his face and kissed his nose. His dark hair tickled her cheeks and made her smile.

"It will hurt, Franziska." He spoke against her forehead. She held him closer.

"I know, but it won't for long, because you are so kind and gentle."

"I might not be so kind and gentle now. In the state I'm in, I might be too rough on you."

"I trust you." Their eyes met. He was overcome with emotion. She really, really did deserve true love. If he couldn't give her his heart yet, then he would damn give her everything else.

He spread her legs. She was pink, throbbing, wet and ready. He leaned over her further and began to stoke her lips with the tip of his cock, grinding in that rhythm they agreed on earlier.

"Oh... Ah... There..." she grabbed onto his shoulders as he rubbed himself onto her clit.

"Don't... Ahh..."

He slipped into her slit gradually, inch by inch, expanding her. She accommodated him, quite tightly, hotly clenching around him like a tight glove. She moaned as he advanced further.

"Franziska... Agh..." he grunted in pleasure as he pushed further. She cried out as more of him hit her walls.

"You... I don't feel a barrier..." he gasped.

"I've never had sex with anyone."

"No, I believe you. Maybe from other strenuous activities?" He pushed further.

"Maybe... Horseback riding perhaps?... Ohhh... more..." she moaned.

"Riding indeed." He smiled faintly and bucked in further.

"You feel so good... Oh..." she felt more pleasure than pain as he began to move inside her. He thrust in and out, slowly... Agonizingly slowly, watching her arch and tilt her pelvis to a better angle, and watching her breasts bounce on every strong thrust he made.

"Miles..." she groaned. He understood. He picked up the pace. He wanted to make her reach the heights of pleasure the same time he would. He held onto her hips and rammed his cock into her faster and faster.

"Yes... Yes... Oh... So big..." she moaned as he grunted some more. Her bed bounced from their torrential coupling.

"You're beautiful, Franziska... And so sexy. You feel so good around me..." he whispered into her ear as they continued to couple, flesh slapping on flesh, brushing his finger on her clit while his balls slapped her lower lips every time he thrust in.

Not long after, Franziska moaned her release. Her body clenched on Miles's cock which induced his release as well. She felt warmth in her as her womb and vagina pulsated, milking his shaft, gradually until their climaxes subsided and they fell against each other in a hot, sweaty, yet sated embrace. The sensations they felt together were not just carnal pleasure. For the first time, they had never felt so much more connected, as if they fused not only their bodies, but their souls as well.

"I... I don't want to let you go." Franziska whispered into Miles's chest as they both tried to drift into sleep in the wee hours of the morning.

"Sleep now, Franziska." He kissed her forehead and caressed her hair. Daylight shafted in through the windows. It was dawn.

"I can't let you go..." she muttered as she leaned into him further. But I know you will leave anyway. She left unsaid. They both knew he would leave eventually. She only hoped it wasn't too soon.

"I'm not going anywhere." He reassured her.

But he did not make promises.

O-o-O-o-O

This is one of the most graphic ones I've written and I hope it did not offend you. Reviews are highly welcome! The next chapters will conclude this story hopefully. I wish you well.

P.S. In case you have not noticed yet, dear reader, chapter titles are all names of songs (which I do not own, credits go to their producers and artists). Below is the list in case you're curious about them:

1: Diet Mountain Dew –Lana del Rey

2: You're Beautiful- James Blunt

3: Locked Out of Heaven- Bruno Mars

4: Stress Reliever- Ne-Yo

Yours,

Lili