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Thanks to you, I have been saddled with unnecessary...feelings.

♥ Who: Miles Edgeworth and Phoenix Wright
♥ Where: Lawyer House
♥ When: October 30th
♥ What: for the love of god can one of you spit it out
♥ Rating: G, probably

Miles has been wrestling with something. Well, a few things. Feelings, mostly. He's not used to this kind of thing. He's certainly liked getting to rekindle his friendship with Phoenix properly rather than in a mostly professional setting, but it's strange. It's been strange for a few months, but he's mostly been able to ignore it.

He's sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book, and trying not to let this occupy his mind.

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Miles isn't the only one wrestling with Feelings. Though he's come to accept that they've always been there on some level, being in such close proximity to the man in question these past several months and finally getting a proper opportunity for bonding has made him realize fully that, yep.

Yep, he's kind of sort of got it bad.

Phoenix really wishes Maya were here for him to talk to about it. Not get advice, of course, but damned if he doesn't need a soundboard for these kinds of things. Note to self, make more friends here. Either way...

He's currently lounging on a portion of the couch, munching away at a few pieces of fruit he'd picked up from the store.

"You know, Miles, the couch is a lot more comfortable than that chair," he says. Invitation to hang out a bit closer? Go!

How is Miles dealing with his Feelings? Avoidance, of course. That's how he deals with everything. He can't very well dispute what Phoenix says. that. It is an undeniable fact that the chair is less comfortable than the couch. It is also an undeniable fact that that would put him closer to Phoenix, and who knows if being closer to him will put him right in the gravity well of those Feelings?

No matter what, it would be rude to turn down such an invitation (is what he tells himself) and he goes to sit on the other end of the couch. "Enjoying your snack?"

"Would've rather it be chips or pretzels or something less healthy than this, but you take what you can get," he says casually. Phoenix turns his head to glance over at Miles, and grins.

"Hungry? Open up!" And it's all the warning before he tosses a grape at Miles' mouth.

Miles is about to gently chide Phoenix for his junk food habits when a grape is suddenly lobbed at his face. He squawks in surprise, and the grape hits him right in the nose.

"You could have just offered me one like a normal person," he gripes good-naturedly as he stoops to pick up the former projectile.

To that, he simply hums. "That would have been no fun."

Sorry, but not sorry. The grin on Phoenix's face remains in place as he watches him. "Tasty projectile?"

Normally Miles wouldn't eat a ground grape, but, well, it's not dirty.

He almost goes for it, and then has a better idea. "You tell me," he says, and lobs it right back.

Oops. Slightly unexpected. Still, Phoenix is no quitter, and half-launches himself forward in order to catch the grape in his mouth. Granted, even half-launches is a lot more launching than he needed to do in this situation. Though he's successful in his endeavor, he ends up awkwardly kind of sprawled on Miles' lap.

"Still counting this as a win," he says, slightly muffled by the grape still in his mouth before he finally chews and swallows it.

Well, that was unexpected. Granted, Miles isn't sure what he'd expected, but it wasn't this. He says "oof" more out of reflex than anything when Phoenix sprawls on him.

"You're ridiculous, Wright," he says, smiling. Then he corrects himself. "Phoenix." Sometimes it's difficult to remember that. Although in this case he thinks it's squirming fear in his stomach trying to make him distance himself emotionally. (If he's honest with himself, that's like shutting the stable door after the horse has bolted. He couldn't distance his tangled emotions from Phoenix if he tried.)

(He's not sure he wants to try.)

"And yet here you are," he says in response, waving his hand. Phoenix doesn't move, not quite yet, deciding to be selfish and just kind of. You know. Chill out here before Miles shoves him off.

"Tch." He smiles, just a little, but doesn't shove Phoenix away.

"Where else would I be?" Does he mean 'here on the couch', or 'here with me', or...?

It doesn't matter. I'm here.

He rolls about in Miles' lap to be on his back, looking up at him.

"Well, I guess you're stuck in this world like I am. Still, no one forced you to move in with me. And no one forced you to stay and put up with all of my charming habits."

Phoenix teases, but...well, it's true.

"So... You know. Thanks. For this."

"As I recall, you moved in with me. I was here first, you know."

He waves off the compliment, because he's still not good at taking them, even after all this time. "It's...nothing, really. You've done so much for me, I can't help but return the favor. Not that this is out of obligation, or anything," he hurriedly adds. "You've just helped me out quite a bit, Phoenix. More than I deserve, I think."

"Potato, pah-tah-to, same thing," he says with a little wave of his hand. His face softens at the last part, however.

"Miles," he says, trying to express in his look that he's being very genuine and serious about this. "Don't you ever think you don't deserve something. I know that you have regrets, and parts of your life you're not proud of, but even that wasn't fully your fault. The real Miles Edgeworth showed his colors once he broke free of the lies that bound him up. And that Miles Edgeworth? The guy you really are? Yeah, he deserves the world."

Phoenix would give it to him if he could. As it stands, he'll give him the best he can.

"I wouldn't be who I am today if it weren't for you. Even if the circumstances weren't exactly ideal for how a lot of it began, the fact of the matter is, I wouldn't be in this position on my own. I wouldn't be able to help people the way I do now, save lives, even. I'm proud of who I became, and it started with you. I'm able to stay the way I am because of you, whether you're at my side or across the courtroom from me. So... yeah," he finishes, voice growing a little sheepish at the end, cheeks growing a little pink.

The entire speech has Miles a little bit embarrassed, to tell the truth. He can tell that Phoenix is being serious about this, and it's...well, it's something. It makes his stomach do a flip, is what.

"And I wouldn't be who I am today without you, Phoenix. I mean that." He looks right at the lawyer in his lap, and looks away. Should he...?

"Phoenix, I..."

The words stick in his throat. He's normally so good at talking. Why can't he say this?

Because it will change everything.

"You...?"

He tilts his head, curious of where Miles is going next with this. Phoenix knows that Miles tends to be hesitant when it comes to things dealing with emotions, so he isn't surprised, but...

"I think..."

Come on, Edgeworth, spit it out.

"I've come to care for you a great deal. And though I have no real basis for comparison..."

He looked away, then looked back at Phoenix. He needed to look him in the eye when he said this.

"I think I may be in love with you."

The Rubicon is crossed. Alea iacta est.

...Oh.

Oh.

Phoenix's eyes widen, because how can he not be surprised? That Miles has come to care for him a great deal, he understands. They've grown closer over the time since Von Karma's defeat, and even closer over their time here, in such close content and time spent directly at each others' sides. It's much more than a simple reigniting of friendship.

That he himself had--has fallen for the prosecutor is no big surprise in itself to him. Not with how important Miles is to him, not with how much he admires him. Phoenix isn't one to easily fall in love, not since the disaster in college. He's not that naïve or immature anymore.

To love Miles just feels natural. To be in love with him, just so.

As comfortable as Phoenix is in his lap right now, he gets up in order to face him properly. Not that he gets any further--he sits next to him, bodies still touching. His hand moves to cup Miles' cheek.

"I know you're not the kind of guy who'd joke about something like this. I won't ask if you're being serious. But before we go any further... Swear to me that you mean that."

When Phoenix gets up, his heart sinks. Of course - he should have expected this. But then Phoenix cups his cheek and his skin, already feeling hot, seems to burn where Phoenix is touching it.

"I mean it," he said, as sincere as he'd ever been in his life and hoping to whatever higher powers here may be listening that it comes across as such. "I th--no, I am in love with you, Phoenix Wright."

"Funny that," he says with a small but bright smile on his face. "Because, well, Miles Edgeworth? I just so happen to be in love with you."

It's nothing short of a relief to finally get it out into the open. While it hadn't been painful to hold in, to express it and to have it reciprocated in turn is something he never thought he'd be able to get.

Miles sits there, barely able to keep his jaw from hanging open, before a small smile crosses his face. It's not as bright as Phoenix's, but he's generally a more subdued person, so it's just as genuine an expression of happiness.

"You do?"

"Of course I do. Honestly, I'm surprised that it wasn't obvious, considering how I've followed you around my whole life like a lost puppy," he teases as his thumb lightly strokes the skin of his cheek. "And that I haven't dated a single person since college. It's not exactly a huge step up from all of that."

This is real. Holy shit, this is real. He'd pinch himself to make sure, but he likes where his hand is right now. And that small smile on his lips...

"It's definitely okay if you say no and that I'm going too fast, but, um... Can I kiss you?"

To anyone else, it was probably obvious, yes. Miles had always had quite the knack for not noticing things like that, since they tended to only get in the way, and when they didn't they were just distractions. This one isn't 'just' a distraction, but it's one he welcomes.

"I think we can try it," says Miles, feeling a little bit dizzy. Is this really happening? He'd never have thought this would be turning out the way it is right now. "I will warn you, however, that I'm not likely to be any good at it."

"I'm sure you'll be just fine, Mr. Prosecutor," he teases as he leans in closer. It's been quite a while since Phoenix himself has kissed anyone, so he doubts he'll be very good at it himself. Thankfully, Miles' inexperience means that he wouldn't know any better anyway.

There's a short pause before Phoenix finally bridges the gap, pressing his lips gently against the other man's. It isn't much of a kiss yet, but something more akin to a promise: I want this, I want you, I love you.

Oh.

There's nothing about it that should be surprising, but it is, all of it is. Just the closeness, the kindness of it, and the feeling that he doesn't deserve it.

After a moment, Miles turns and ducks his head, beet-red and suddenly shy. "I'm sorry, I..." He fumbles for the right words, which isn't something that happens to him often. It's happened to him much more often now that he's been around Phoenix. "I don't know what I'm doing." If it sounds like he thinks of it as a personal failing, he does. To underscore that it's his own neuroses, he gently takes Phoenix's hand, and clears his throat before looking at him once more. "Let's try again."

The first thought is that he did something wrong--that somehow, in that moment, he'd managed to be a bad enough kisser that Miles wanted nothing to do with it. But then he speaks, and...ah.

"Hey. It's cool. One thing at a time," he says in response. Slowly, he leans in for another one, letting Miles close the gap this time.

This time, Miles cups Phoenix's cheek with his hand and is the one who completes the circuit. And it's a circuit, sure enough; there's a sort of electricity in him, one he's never felt before. A roiling anxiety in the pit of his stomach, too, but it's also another bold move, another fording of the Rubicon. Why wouldn't he be anxious?

"I love you," he says quietly, because if you're going to go to town, may as well go in a Lincoln.

It's not just the kiss, but the words that sent a jolt of electricity through Phoenix himself. If it didn't ruin the moment, he'd ask Miles to pinch him, because surely he must be dreaming; and yet...

"I love you too," he responds, his smile bright.

"Oh, good," Miles says with a slightly flustered grin, and kisses him again. Love accepted and returned, love that had spent almost two decades growing - how could he not be flustered? It's still something simple, lips to lips, because he has no idea what else to do. No, that's slightly inaccurate. He has no idea how to do it.

"Mm..." Right. Well, two--three now kisses and Phoenix is already addicted. He can only hope that Miles won't mind casual kisses throughout the day, because yep, he definitely wants this to be a Thing now.

After some moments, Phoenix dares to try deepening the kiss, judging Miles' reaction.

That makes Miles let out a surprised noise, but it's not one of protest. It's because it's something new. And he likes it. He parts his lips because he's not sure what else to do here, letting Phoenix lead the way. He can feel his heart pounding, and he hopes his nervousness isn't too obvious.

For the moment, he's not going to use tongue or anything--they'll work up to that. Phoenix knows that despite the years of pining and lost time, this will still likely be a slow build considering the type of man Miles is. Phoenix is more than willing to be patient.

He continues to kiss him, pulling him a bit closer. If he notices Miles' nervousness, it's only mirrored by his own.

Miles is almost scared. He's rarely scared. He knows that everything's going to be all right, though, because he's with Phoenix, and Phoenix knows him better than anyone. Phoenix wouldn't hurt him.

He doesn't resist as Phoenix pulls him closer, and tentatively puts his hand on his hip. Is he...doing this right?

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Thanks to you, I have been saddled with unnecessary...feelings.

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kfkskfjsjfbdke PHOENIX.

:D

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