Chapter 1: That Day In May
May 2, 1888
Phoenix Wright & Miles Edgeworth Residence
I was in the middle of a very pleasant dream when I felt a restless stirring beside me; I struggled to throw off the cobwebs of sleep, knowing that Miles would soon be awake. It was a chilly, rainy morning and I really didn't want to get out of bed; what I really wanted was to burrow down under the thick quilt and sleep for another few hours but, knowing Miles like I did, I knew that it wouldn't be long until he climbed out of bed to begin the day and insist that I get up.
Leave it to him to be a morning person, I groused mentally as I opened one bleary eye to see Miles slowly turning over and yawning before closing it again. Why couldn't he have been an owl instead? I grimaced as I felt him nudge me and, when I didn't respond, he nudged me again, a little more forcefully this time.
I knew that he would keep it up until he finally got satisfaction and I awoke. However, for some reason I couldn't explain, I was feeling belligerent this morning and decided to make him work to get me out of our nice warm bed. Besides, I liked being next to him and feeling his warm body against mine.
I heard an exasperated grunt, feeling him turn as he raised himself up on one elbow. "Phoenix," he said tartly, his voice announcing vexed annoyance close to my ear, "I know very well that you aren't sleeping."
I didn't move but remained as I was, humming a tune inside of my head. I knew that this would annoy him-he was already irritated with my usual tardiness-but I was bound and determined to have my satisfaction since I was feeling rather put out at having to get out of bed this early on such a miserably chilly morning.
"It's time to get up," he went on, his mouth moving even closer until I could feel every inhaled and exhaled breath tickling my skin. "We have a client coming this morning to see us and we can't very well have her catching us in bed together." He paused a moment. "It wouldn't be proper." With emphasis on the word wouldn't.
He had a point, I had to admit. I knew society looked down upon homosexuality in general and that the penalties for those caught in such relationships were harsh. Unless both men were of such high social standing that they could afford to have it covered up, ruination would invariably result to the unfortunate person's reputation and also of his lover.
Even social standing was no guarantee against prosecution for sodomy and it could be touch and go. I knew full well what would happen if either Miles or myself were ever caught in such a compromising position: not only would it ruin our good reputation that had taken us four years to build, it would also mean the end of our legal careers and imprisonment, as well.
I sighed as I slowly opened my eyes, seeing Miles' handsome face slowly coming into view. Despite my irritation with him, I couldn't help but feel a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth and my heart begin to beat faster as his face came into sharper view. I marveled anew how lucky I was to have this beautiful man both in my life and as my law partner.
I smiled as relief broke out over his face, blinking a few times to clear my vision.
"Good morning, Miles," I said, yawning a little before I leaned over and planted a tender kiss on his succulent mouth, my index finger stroking his cheek with soft and lazy intimacy. I could feel his irritation at my tardiness slowly beginning to dissipate and he kissed me back with equal tenderness, his fingers trailing soft patterns up my arm until I could feel them slide over my cheek and into my hair.
"Good morning, Phoenix," he said a little breathlessly when we parted briefly, his dark grey eyes looking deeply into my blue ones, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.
I couldn't help it; my heart skipped a beat and I held my breath. His eyes glittered with an intensity that thrilled me as he leaned in once again and pressed soft, butterfly kisses against my mouth in quick tandem, his fingers tightening on the back of my head.
"You seem to be in a much better mood," I remarked rather saucily after we'd parted, rubbing the tip of my nose against his and chuckled as he rolled his eyes, his fingers slowly sliding down my neck as he released me. I couldn't understand why but I felt the imp of perversity strike me for some reason at that moment; I had the overwhelming urge to tease him, mostly to get a rise out of him but also, I admit, to get another kind of reaction out of him. A much less... ihonorable one, so to speak.
He took life much too seriously by halves sometimes and I felt obligated to needle him every now and again just too remind him that work wasn't everything and life could be good, too, despite all the pain and sorrow we'd seen coming in and out of our door with our various clients.
He sighed with exasperation and I couldn't help chuckling at the pouty look he had on his face. I was immediately rewarded with a sour grimace as he opened his mouth to begin a remonstrance but I quickly leaned forward, kissing his lips to silence him. I fully intended to make the most of this opportunity and I wasn't about to let it go to waste.
I could feel his eyes widen in surprise as our lips met at this quite unexpected kiss but felt them gently flutter closed soon after I gently pushed him back down onto the mattress, clambering on top of him and pulling the quilt over the both of us. I lowered my head and trailed hot, lazy kisses over his neck and collarbone, grinning when I heard his sharp intake of breath.
Match, I thought happily to myself as I felt him stiffen. I kissed him again, letting my fingers slide slowly over his shoulders, my mouth following suit. It wasn't long before he was quivering with undeniable need and desire and I was more than happy to oblige him.
I reached over to the night table beside the bed where I kept a bottle of lotion handy, squeezed some out and pressed a finger slowly into him, gently moving it in and out. His breathing quickened as I scissored in and out of him, quickly adding a second and he moaned as I did so.
I grinned as I applied some to my hardness and then gently took him, biting his shoulder hard as he buried his face in the pillow, screaming his pleasure as it washed over us.
Some time after, as we lay in each others arms sated and sweaty from our exertions, our housekeeper, Mrs. Cameron, knocked discreetly on the door, her soft, muffled voice asking if we were up yet. I groaned under my breath as I closed my eyes and cursing her efficiency.
A buxom widow of some years with salt and pepper hair and a kindly, round face, she had nine grown children who lived in different parts of the country with families of their own and had been working for us for three years. She was a most most devoted, conscientious and capable employee and, while I normally I appreciated her efficiency, today, however, was not one of those days.
Damn it! I thought with irritation. What awful timing!
Miles cursed under his breath as we untangled ourselves and I rolled over away from him, covering my eyes with my hand at the rays of watery sunlight that streamed in through the closed window. "Yes?"
"Begging your pardon, Sir," she said apologetically from the other side, "but there's a young lady here that says she has an appointment to see you and Mr. Wright this morning at ten o'clock."
Miles gritted his teeth. "What time is it?"
"It's nearly nine-thirty now, Sir."
Miles gave me a dark look while I looked intently at the spackled ceiling. "Then give her some tea and some biscuits, if we have them, and we'll be down shortly," Miles responded as I scrambled out of bed, pulling on my long underwear and trousers, he following shortly after me. "And," he added as he heard her still lingering outside the door, "next time give me a little more advanced warning when you disturb me in my room." He gave me the gimlet eye when he said it while I looked at the ceiling. "I don't like surprises."
"Yes, Sir." We could hear her moving down the hallway, her square heels clicking on the marbled floor until we heard the unmistakable sound of her walking down the oak stairs that led to the main foyer which shortly died into silence.
Miles glared at me while he quickly dressed, shrugging into his shirt and cravat with liquid grace and washing himself quickly at the wash basin that Mrs. Cameron had thoughtfully provided the night before. He picked up the thick white towel that lay next to the basin and patted his face dry before tossing the towel over to me and indicating that I should hurry up and get washed up before the Amazon came back.
I rolled my eyes at him but did as I as he suggested, washing and drying my face quickly and then wrestled with my vest that Miles helped me to put on before he finished dressing himself. He gave me a look as I struggled to tie my cravat for a few moments before he pushed my hands impatiently out of the way and finished it himself.
I couldn't help but admire the way he tied the blasted thing so quickly and easily when I was lucky if I could struggle through it in ten minutes. After he was done, I ran my fingers through my black hair until I was satisfied that they were at their spiky best in the small bronze mirror that hung on the wall behind the wash basin.
I grinned at the look on his face but he made no comment as I put on my shoes and quickly laced them. I sailed past him, planting a kiss on his lips as I did so and heard him muttering under his breath as I passed by.
I thought I heard him say something rude in my direction behind my retreating back but I wasn't sure and I hadn't time to think of that now as we both walked down the hall, down the stairs and into the main foyer where we saw Mrs. Cameron and our client.