A/N: Miles Edgeworth and Phoenix Wright do not belong to me; they belong to CAPCOM. The plot and other incidental characters, both Confederate and Union, are mine. I will be using some real historical people in my fics and they will be used fictitiously.

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Phoenix and Miles meet again after not having seen each other for months. Has their love survived?

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Chapter 3! :) Hope you enjoy! :)

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Rated Teen, Historical/Drama/Romance, Phoenix x Edgeworth, male x male relationships

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We stood stock still, neither of us able to move at the sight of each other. My hands were trembling and my heart beat reverberated through my body as time stood stood still. I had to remember to breathe.

"Phoenix..?" I heard him ask, his voice sounding hopeful and hungry after some moments of silence, broken only by the sounds of nature outside.

"Yes." I barely heard myself over the sound of my heart racing; I drew in a deep breath and my vision wavered.

Before I had a chance to take two steps inside or even say another word, Miles flew toward me, his arms extending. I fled to him, meeting him int eh middle of the room. I cupped his face in my gloved hands and kissed him soundly, his own arms wrapping around me and holding me close, his mouth devouring mine.

My hat had been shaken off my head with the force of our collision and lay on the floor but neither of us noticed. We were embracing so passionately that all other considerations were pushed aside.

Time stopped as I fully attacked Miles' sweet mouth, thrilling at the feel of his touch, of his sweet body pressed against mine. I had missed him terribly and let it show in my passionate embrace, muffled moaning sounds emerging from our tightly pressed lips, my fingers gently caressing the sides of his face.

"You're... a ...damned... fool..." he said in between breathless kisses after some time had passed, his voice tight with annoyance. "You could have been shot!" I supposed that he wasn't too angry, merely worried, since he kept on pressing his mouth against mine and I could feel his hands tightening against my back. I couldn't help but chuckle against his lips as they so eagerly devoured mine.

"So...I've... heard," I replied, moaning softly and chuckling at the same time, my hands slipping from his face to curl around his sides, sliding to the middle of his back, pressing him against me. "I... I'm sorry, Miles... I...I only wanted to see you again..."

He was silent for a few moments and then, with a sigh and relief evident in his voice, "God, I'm so glad to see you. I've missed you!"

"So am I, Miles. And I've missed you!" I swallowed hard. "Oh, God... I'm so glad that you're all right! I've been worried about you ever since Shiloh... I... I was so afraid I'd... lost you!" I couldn't help the direction that my thoughts were headed; I'd been worried for months after the battle that he had been killed and the uncertainty tore my heart in two. Holding him again made all those feelings that I had buried bubble to the surface, regardless of how hard I'd tried to keep them in check. "When... the casualty lists came out, I... I ..."

Miles divined instantly what was going on. "It's all right, Phoenix. We're here now, together. Let us not think of that." His lips nibbled mine.

I shuddered. "It was horrible, Miles... All... that death... All those... men... " I fell silent.

Miles' sympathetic whisper was soft and low. "I know," was all he said and I took comfort from this. He, too, had been at Shiloh and had seen, and experienced, the very same horrors that I had. I clung to him, wanting my beloved to distract me from all the terrible scenes that were playing out in my mind and he obliged, pulling me ever closer to him, possessing my mouth with his own, his arms tightening around me.

We let the silence embrace us as we held each other, the terror and sadness of those months of uncertainty slipping away, my heart soaring with joy at being in Miles' loving arms again.

Liquid fire flowed though our veins and I was breathless with the heat rising between us as we continued our embrace; despite all that had happened and the fact that we were fighting for completely opposite sides, I was relieved that at least our love for each other hadn't changed. It would not, like so many others, be destroyed and for that, I was grateful.

It was perhaps inevitable that we would end up in bed together-we hadn't seen each other for some time, after all-and that's exactly what happened, not withstanding the fact that Miles had a real bed here and not just a cot.

It was pure bliss joining together after having been denied for so long. I had to make a concentrated effort to not cry out too loudly lest I put the entire Federal camp on alert; Miles helped by putting his hand over my mouth.

I could feel his lips travel over the back of my neck, his teeth latching onto my skin and biting down; muffled squeals poured from my lips, my eyelids fluttering madly as I came and he along with me until we both collapsed, spent, on the bed with him lying on my back. We lay for a few minutes in this fashion until we finally managed to catch our breath and he slid out of me, turning to lie beside me, his fingers gently, and lazily, caressing my sweaty and slick flesh.

It felt so good and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation, wishing that it would never end. When I opened my eyes again some time later, I could see Miles looking at me with undisguised amusement; I couldn't help but grin as I leaned in to kiss him, doing a long, and proper, job of it.

My arms wound themselves around him as we embraced and I could feel his tighten around me protectively, lovingly; my heart soared with happiness as he did so and I felt better than I had in months.

Even though I knew he loved me, and that we had sworn before God not to raise our hands against the other, there were times in the silence of the early morning where I was too wound up, or heart sore, to sleep; most often after a skirmish or battle, I couldn't help worrying that his feelings for me had changed. Mine most certainly would not, that I was very aware of, but since Miles had joined the Union army and spent a lot of time in the North, there might come a time when his feelings could reasonably, and expectedly, change.

"Phoenix?" I could hear Miles' worried voice ask and I came out of my reverie with a startled oath, to see his dark grey eyes looking at me with undisguised concern. "Are you all right?"

I guess I was more lost in thought than I had realized.

I forced a smile on my face. "I'm fine, Miles," I said, my arms tightening around him. "My thoughts were just going somewhere I didn't want them to."

He frowned. "Are you worried about something? About... us?"

I sighed and nodded. "Yes."

I was amazed at how quickly he had divined where my thoughts were headed although I really shouldn't have been surprised; I knew that he had a razor sharp mind and it wouldn't have taken him long to ferret out the cause of my unhappy thoughts.

He sighed and held me even closer, burying his face in my hair, kissing my head tenderly.

"Phoenix, please don't worry," he said quietly but firmly. "I love you and this damned War isn't going to make a bit of difference in how I feel about you." I could feel his hand caressing my slick skin, tracing soft, circular patterns. "My thoughts are always with you, my heart belongs to you and you alone." He sat back, cupping my face, looking directly into my eyes. "Nothing will change that, I swear upon my honor and as God is my witness."

Miles...

My breath caught in my throat as he said this and the serious look in his eyes more than convinced me that he spoke the truth and all doubt had had was chased away as we leaned in again for a sweet, tender embrace...

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May 27, 1864
Federal Camp
10 A.M.

Major Shaw didn't say a word when Miles and I emerged together from his quarters the next morning though he did incline his head in respect to him in regards to an officer of a higher rank than himself; Miles returned the salute, a smile quirking at the corners of his mouth.

Sergeant Wark was waiting there with our saddled horses, standing straight and proud. I couldn't help but smile when he handed over the reins to Major Shaw and myself of our respective horses and we both mounted as one. Another soldier, whom I didn't recognize, stepped forward and handed Major Shaw the Battle flag of the Army of Northern Virginia and the white flag of truce. He took both gratefully, tucking them under his arm while he held the reins, waiting in expectant silence.

Miles stood there for a moment and then walked up to where Samson and I were, taking a wrapped package out of his uniform pocket and handing it to me.

"For your Mother," he said and I nodded in acknowledgement, a smile tugging at the sides of my mouth.

Subtle Miles, I thought with admiration. Very subtle...

I leaned down and planted a soft kiss on his lips which did bring some gasps from some of the Federals that were standing there although neither of us really cared who saw. I expected that there would be plenty of questions later but, for now, it didn't matter; the only two people in the world were Miles and myself and not the excitable and murmuring crowd of Union soldiers around us.

His hand squeezed mine and he whispered, "Godspeed, Phoenix. I love you" and I managed to whisper it back to him before he stepped away and saluted. Major Shaw and I returned the salute, nodding to some of the Federals who had gathered around us, greatly astonished to see a Confederate officer in their midst and some, I suspected, equally astonished at the kiss we'd exchanged. It seemed that there was an equal split in both.

I also saw Major Coombs standing there, his flinty gaze sweeping over the men and, if there were any voice of dissent, they were quickly silenced in that hard look. I wondered what the assembled men thought of what they had just witnessed although that didn't bother me much at that moment; my heart was too full presently for any other considerations.

"Godspeed Colonel Edgeworth; Major Coombs; gentlemen." I blinked quickly to prevent the tears I could feel welling up in my eyes from falling down my face and gave all assembled a smart salute which was returned. After, in tandem, Major Shaw and I gently spurred our horses who started off at a brisk trot out of the Federal camp and, once we were clear of the picket line, spurred them into a full gallop as we made our way back to our own line.

I thought of the package that Miles had given me and resolved that I would open it later. That he had chosen to say out loud that this was a gift for my Mother, so it wouldn't rouse any suspicions that there was possibly something covert going on, was a very smart thing to do on his part.

I suspected that there might have been some trouble resulting for Miles from his close association with me, a Confederate officer, so it was a brilliant ploy to have said that in front of as many witnesses as possible. It wasn't the first time that I had admired his sharp and quick brain and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

I couldn't wait to get back home to open his gift.