Chapter 1: "you said you were in love with me, okay?!"
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"Edgeworth, you, uh. You said some stuff. While you were still high.”
Miles looks up from his tea. “Did I? Oh, lord, I’m sorry you had to listen to me spout nonsense that whole time.”
Nonsense.
Phoenix’s chest tightened painfully. Oh, he’d been a fool, of course it hadn’t meant anything, Miles had been high out of his mind. Miles hadn’t meant any of it, and Phoenix had gotten his hopes up. God, he felt stupid.
“Hah, yeah, nonsense, r-right.” Phoenix gives a shaky smile. He is not going to cry. Not in front of Edgeworth. Not now.
“Wright. What’s wrong.”
“There’s nothing wrong, what do you mean?”
“You’re clearly upset. What did I say to you?”
“Nothing, it doesn’t matter.”
“You’re lying. What did I say that you’re so upset it isn’t true?”
“Really Edgeworth, it’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing, Wright! What did-"
“You said you were in love with me, okay?!”
Miles freezes, but Phoenix isn’t done. All or nothing, I guess.
“You said....you called me pretty. Multiple times. And,” Phoenix gulps. “You cried. A-about the fact that you couldn’t kiss me.”
“...”
“...”
“But then....” Miles is almost whispering. “Why are you upset? I said it was nonse-“ Miles whips around, staring at Phoenix. “....Oh.”
If Phoenix was looking at Miles, he’d have understood right then. He’d have seen the way Miles was looking at him, eyes full of wonder, and trust, and love. But Phoenix wasn’t looking at Miles. His eyes were fixed on his feet.
“Sorry,” Phoenix mumbles. “I....I’m sorry.” He looks up, and Miles isn’t at the table. He’s standing right in front of Phoenix, holding both of his hands.
“The reason that I called it nonsense,” Miles says, “is because last time I had surgery, I tried to convince Franziska that I was the steel samurai and she was the pink princess. And then I told her I was from Australia, and that my real name was Kilometers Smoothvalue. This time, however, it seems i was somewhat more coherent.”
And-
Miles is kissing him.
And Phoenix kisses back.
Chapter 2: try; try, for me
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“Yeah, but you’re all-” Phoenix waved his hands in a complicated motion that was, apparently, supposed to communicate exactly what he meant.
“I’m all what?”
“Y’know, you’re all beautiful, and amazing, and you have a big house and a dog, and, well, you have your life together. And I’m just me, mediocre, barely paying the rent, hell, I was disbarred! For seven years!"
“……….. I guess what I mean is, well, you could have anyone you wanted, why the hell would you pick me?! I…...I just find it kinda hard to believe.”
Miles gently placed his hands on Phoenix’s shoulders.
“Phoenix, I don’t do well with…..compliments, and praise. But when you say things like that, that i’m…...beautiful, and amazing…...I try to believe them, no matter how unbelievable it sounds. Because I trust you, Phoenix, and I love you, and I know that you believe those things about me. So will you try to believe me when I say that you are wonderful, and gorgeous, and are infinitely precious to me, and that you’re the only one in the world I want, and that I love you? Will you at least try; try, for me?”
Phoenix’s bottom lip trembled, and he burst into sobs.
Miles hugged his partner to his chest, rubbing comforting circles through his shirt.
Chapter 3: head over heels
Summary:
hnnnnnng no dl-6 fluff
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“Ugh, this is, like, the fourth box of law books. I know you like to study, Miles, but how many law books does one person really need?”
“Oh, hush. How many different brands of pen does one person need to own? Surely it must be less than, what are you at now, seven?”
“. . .”
“I know I said I couldn’t wait to go to college, but. I’m going to miss this. I’m going to miss you.”
“Miles, I. . .”
“. . .Phoenix?”
Phoenix surged forward, and they were kissing.
It was wonderful. Miles tasted just like he smelled, like lavender and new books and something Phoenix couldn’t identify, something that he’d labeled “just Miles”.
Miles, who wasn’t moving.
Who hadn’t reacted in any way to being kissed.
He’d fucked this one up, hadn’t he.
Phoenix leaped backward. “Fuck, Miles, I’m sorry, I messed up, we, nothing has to change, we can be frie-”
Miles was kissing him.
It really was a whole new experience when both people participated in the kissing, Phoenix discovered. Miles’ nose was bumping his cheek, and he could feel how his lips were slightly chapped, and Phoenix opened up his mouth a little more, turned his head further to the side, and oh, that was nice.
They broke apart, slightly breathless.
Miles giggled. Fuck, Phoenix loved that giggle. He’d watch every steel samurai episode just to hear it again. But that would have to wait; he had very important business to attend to.
They dove back in, teeth almost clinking together with how hard they were both grinning, but they managed to kiss around their smiles.
After several minutes of quiet gasps and soft hums, they separated for the second time. Phoenix would have made fun of the soppy, love-struck look on Miles’ face if it weren’t for the fact that his face was stuck in an equally love-drunk expression.
“So- so- just to be- so there’s no misunderstanding-”
“Ah, I’m sorry to say, that I’m quite in love with you, Phoenix. Horrible, really, I’ve gone completely, ah, ‘head over heels.’”
Phoenix grinned. “Ridiculous. You’re ridiculous. I could hear the quotation marks around that.”
Miles smiled even harder than he had before, if such a thing was even possible. “How would you say it, then, Phoenix?”
“Well, there’s no air quotes when I say I didn’t just fall head over heels in love with you , Miles , I jumped straight out of the fucking plane, forget the parachute.”
Miles beamed. “I guess we’ll just have to catch each other, then.”