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samuraiprosecutorWho: Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth
What: Non-canon AU; Edgeworth doesn't know how to guard his drinks at a club. This is pretty much the only way we can think of to finally get them in the sack together.
Where: Some random hotel somewhere
When: Late evening, after a trip to the hotel's lounge
Warnings: NSFW-ness and gratuitous smut
By the time they'd reached their floor (which was, mercifully, only four flights up) it had become clear to him that something wasn't right. He wasn't certain just how wrong the situation was—he'd lost the capacity to judge that somewhere between the hotel bar and the service stairs—but the hot, aching instability that had finally begun to overwhelm him was setting off all the alarms he possessed.
Edgeworth picked up his pace as his room number came into view, eager to get away from his companion so he could endure in privacy whatever negative and potentially unpleasant symptoms were coming. His skin crawled with every scratch and caress of his clothing, and the other man's presence only exacerbated the sensation, leaving him feeling exposed and stifled at once. He focused his attention on the door, trying to block out everything else long enough to get inside, but Wright's presence was there behind him, like a buzz at the back of his consciousness, unavoidable. If he could only make it a few more feet...
What: Non-canon AU; Edgeworth doesn't know how to guard his drinks at a club. This is pretty much the only way we can think of to finally get them in the sack together.
Where: Some random hotel somewhere
When: Late evening, after a trip to the hotel's lounge
Warnings: NSFW-ness and gratuitous smut
By the time they'd reached their floor (which was, mercifully, only four flights up) it had become clear to him that something wasn't right. He wasn't certain just how wrong the situation was—he'd lost the capacity to judge that somewhere between the hotel bar and the service stairs—but the hot, aching instability that had finally begun to overwhelm him was setting off all the alarms he possessed.
Edgeworth picked up his pace as his room number came into view, eager to get away from his companion so he could endure in privacy whatever negative and potentially unpleasant symptoms were coming. His skin crawled with every scratch and caress of his clothing, and the other man's presence only exacerbated the sensation, leaving him feeling exposed and stifled at once. He focused his attention on the door, trying to block out everything else long enough to get inside, but Wright's presence was there behind him, like a buzz at the back of his consciousness, unavoidable. If he could only make it a few more feet...
