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Coming Up To The Lab (Dom!Mia/Edgeworth, R), Mixed (GodotxPhoenix, PG)
Title: Coming Up To The Lab
Fandom: Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Completion date: February 12th, 2008
Rating: R
Wordcount: 187
Pairing: Dom!Mia/Edgeworth
Summary: "I thought you liked old movies."



     There was something satisfying about making him flush, and cry out, and squirm. This highlighted it -- the corset's laces showed diamonds of his chest; the heels forced his long feet into delicate pointe; stark black brought out the red spreading through Edgeworth's complexion, and there was nothing Mia liked better than seeing him ruffled.

     "It's ... ridiculous, that's all," he muttered.
     She pressed his thigh up and back -- fishnet and leg hair rough on her palms, a heavy drape over her shoulder -- and she smiled at him.
     "I thought you liked old movies."
     He panted a laugh, dry as usual. "You're showing me your favourite obsession?"

     Obsession was such an unpleasant word -- Mia preferred taste, or preference. Miles, blushing hard, scowling distantly between gasps, suited her tastes quite well.
     "No," she mused, "Just relieving some tension."

     She ran nails up the length of him: a shudder took him, head dropping back so his bangs retreated, throat full of the struggling little sounds he hated. Mia pressed closer, skin under her hands and sequins clicking on her own body like mail. She worked on causes -- not symptoms.


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For something completely different, Delcat requested a Rocky-Horror-inspired, drag-and-humiliation sort of Mia/Edgeworth. My Tempo sensibilities gleed at the chance to flagrantly use lyrics as bedroom banter, and who doesn't like dressing Edgeworth up?

...Props to Youtube for existing, 'cause I saw all of fifteen minutes of Rocky Horror the time I rented it as a teen. I was interrupted and never got around to finishing the movie. I keep meaning to get back to it for sheer pop culture purposes.



Title: Mixed
Fandom: Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Completion date: February 8th, 2008
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 542
Characters: Phoenix and Godot in a USTish sort of way.
Summary: Just because Godot replies doesn't mean he answers the question.



     "Walk with me, Trite."

     He watched Godot's retreating back for a moment -- lean angles, white mane swaying with the breeze -- before the words sank in. Maybe the command was gruff enough that Phoenix wanted to obey; maybe need to know drowned out his common sense. Phoenix looked to Maya, and she frowned, and shrugged. So he slipped away from the DeLites -- he followed.

     The space between them itched. Phoenix had swallowed a stone, one that grew heavier with each glance to Godot's grim-set mouth. Every rustle of overgrown bush snagged in his senses, courthouse grounds gravel crunched too loud under his feet, and the nothing-sounds made him want to wince -- not that silence would be any better.
     "Let's get one thing straight, boy."
     Phoenix looked sharply to Godot; he studied the depths of his mug, mouth still hard.
     "That verdict wasn't the end of anything," he said, slow and bitter, "I haven't come back to give up so easily, not to you."
     Back to the riddle -- Phoenix rubbed his neck, and and saw no more clues in that glowing mask-gaze than usual.
     "Give up ... ?"
     Godot took a slow gulp of coffee, and said nothing.
     And if Phoenix didn't ask, he may never know -- he scraped for a little more nerve.
     "Godot ... how do you know me?"
     "By looking down through the depths of time, amigo." More vitriol in that word than usual; Godot looked up, maybe considered the treetops. "And by remembering a beautiful lost treasure -- all the riches a man could ever need."

     Clues only made this riddle more confusing. Phoenix sighed, and stuffed his hands into his suit pockets.
     "Look, I don't know what I did, but ... I'd like to know if I should be sorry for it."
     "If you're not sorry," Godot growled, "You're no man at all."
     "There's something, I'd have to be blind not to--"

     Trying to make sense of Godot brought vertigo -- but it fled when Phoenix's back hit tree trunk, the instant grip crushed his shoulders and that mask loomed.
     "You are the blind one, Trite," Godot hissed, hate-jagged, "You have no idea what you were blessed with, what you lost, what you're spitting on every moment you spend in that office."
     "Because you won't tell me!"

     Potential writhed between them; Godot canted his head. It was a shadow, something familiar, or maybe Phoenix pressed too hard for memory and invented it -- the shadow was gone once he realized.

     "Chicks aren't born knowing how to use their wings."
     The odd words washed away, nothing compared to the easing grip, thumbs shifting on Phoenix's collarbone like thought.
     "It's a long, hard road, learning to fly, and learning the pain ground can bring." Godot laughed, bullet-sharp. He stepped back, hands settling in his pockets. "I'll tell you someday, Trite. When it's time for you to hear it." And, turning, stalking away, he muttered, "You can cry once it's all over."

     That had to be familiar -- it shot through Phoenix, stirred dizzy clouds of trust and mistrust and advice half-forgotten. Anyone but Godot would punch him and get it over with. Straightening, tugging the creases from his suit, Phoenix saw the forest again for the first time and watched the white mug's contents bleed away into the dirt. He promised to understand, on that someday.


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Lovediamond requested dark, warped GodotxPhoenix in a public place, as her Tempo prize drabble. Much as I like succulent dubcon smut, the secluded path plotbunny had its heart set on Godot being cryptic and plotty and USTish, and boy, am I down with that.

I really, really like making characters reference T&T backstory, and having it fly spectacularly over Phoenix's head.