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Push Back (Mia/Edgeworth, NC-17), Brewing Fate (DiegoxKlavier, R)
Title: Push Back
Fandom: Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Completion date: January 12th, 2009
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 723
Prompt: Ok, so I'd like to see some seriously sexy times between Miles and Mia. Kink is bondage, though not a must. Please?



     She got the idea in the heat of battle, flushed hot with Edgeworth's snide remarks and gathering the papers off his desk. Mia spat something snide of her own, and began to shake with the futility of it all when warm skin brushed her fingers.
     Imagine that, Edgeworth was helping her. She wouldn't have thought it of the brat but she looked up and locked eyes with him, and watched something startled creep back into its sneering hiding place.
     She accepted her files. Potential clung in the air as she left, and the hot flush didn't fade.

     She wouldn't have considered it but that strange vulnerable thing called her, made her want to chase it and drag it out and see what formed on his pretty face. His door had a lock and there were easy places to sit and his hands were warm. Mia flushed again with the thought. She called Edgeworth, and made a business-like excuse.
     Startled again, the way he paused. She could hear that soft thing on his face, twisting his mouth before he said yes, he'd indulge her in another frivolous encounter.
     That only made her sure. Mia gathered the same files as last time. It wouldn't really matter.

     She was prompt; he clearly wanted to comment on it but the dry words faltered as Mia paused at the door. She pressed the lock button. It clicked like a thunderbolt in the still air. Mia turned back to Edgeworth, smiling. There he sat at his oversized desk, swallowing against his overtightened collar, eyes the slightest fraction wide. He was smart enough to figure it out and Mia crossed the floor slow, heels clicking like armour, to put down the files and take him right there in his chair.

     He jerked, and it faded like the token it was, between their bodies with Mia's fists in his lapels and their mouths hard together. Two startled instants and then touch crept to her hips. She pulled her scarf from around her neck and then had a length to tie those warm hands with, in front of him so they weren't useless but so he was tied, humbled, so the thought stroked her pleasant. Her plan. Her say.
     He humphed. How typical, he said, a flutter of hot breath. And then he ran hobbled hands over the swell of her breasts anyway, and his tongue matched hers, slick and dancing.

     She hadn't thought much beyond gripping his frills and undoing him. She shifted to straddle Edgeworth, to let her skirt ride up and to press delicious against his hardness, all implication because this was built on implication. His gasp was rough and so were the wool slacks through her panties. Her grip twitched tighter as she rocked and rocked and started a rhythm between them; if his own rasping breath bothered him, he had nothing to say, just heaves for breath against her mouth. Hands spread against her breasts, wanting, unable to take. Edgeworth was tied and unbound and shaking under her, flexing up like a plea, and his last hard shudder sent a fission through Mia like all the flush and hunger in the world.

     He stilled, gasping slowing out of him. Here was Mia's prey, the vulnerable slack in his face as he blinked and rose back to his senses. She held back the urge to brush sweat-sticky bangs from his forehead: let him do it, let him walk to the washroom, still shaking, and remember.
     She was settling her scarf around her neck when he touched her back, ran fingers toward her spine and pulled her close. Mia hadn't thought of it as kissing before -- not with a sharp-clawed intent like that -- but Edgeworth must have learned her technique and improved on it.
     She ought to give him more credit, Ms. Fey, he said, smirking at her cleavage, considering. Fraternizing in a place of business was the height of tackiness, not that he was surprised to see that sort of behavior from her.

     She stood, leaving a hard palm against his chest just an instant too long, and she held those smarmy words close as she left. Leave it to that insufferable man. There was work still to do and hot flush living in her, and Mia began spinning excuses because each battle was just part of a war.



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"Prompting Mia/Edgeworth half an hour before Pyrasaur browses by," I commented to the roommate, "Is like saying, 'GEE, I sure could use some help with these explosions' and then the Mythbusters team just happens to wander in."



Title: Brewing Fate
Fandom: Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Completion date: January 13th, 2009
Rating: R
Wordcount: 327
Pairing: DiegoxKlavier
Prompt: where's the Diego-yaoi love?!
DiegoxBratwroth
DiegoxPheonix
DiegoxEdgeworth
DiegoxKlavier
DiegoxApollo

Anon doesn't care anon just WANNNNTTTTS



     It took Herr Armando a moment. And a drink of coffee. And another drink of coffee. Then, the truth lodged in his throat and he very spectacularly choked.
     "The future?!"
     "Fräulein Labcoat likes to play with time and space." Klavier said, toying hair between his fingers, "I only wish she would keep the black holes to her own office, ja? It gets very distracting."
     He hadn't meant anything by the distracting part. But then Herr Armando smiled, broad and glowing; maybe Klavier had meant more than he thought.
     "Black holes ... Black magic ..." Herr Armando stepped closer, his grin spreading, handsome as the devil himself. "Sometimes a man doesn't realize how deep he's gotten in, until he starts to drown."
     The words took Klavier's heart in a tight fist. His hand slipped from his hair. Ah, but this strange man had the soul of a poet, and why did two people ever come together but for a reason?

     Smiling, taking Herr Armando's mug and putting it aside, Klavier hoped that some of that dark magic would wear off.

     There were a few perfect moments -- of another man's hard body pinning Klavier to a soundproofed wall, hands roaming greedy and a Spanish purr in his ear -- before his Fräulein showed up.
     "Ugh." She threw the Snackoo in her hand, without the heart to aim at anyone. "Gavin, when I tell you not to tamper with the past, I mean don't leave hickeys on it."
     She slammed the door. The two of them looked at the lonely snack food on the floor, and then back to the deliciousness of each other, all sweat and mussed hair and shirts not open far enough.
     "She tells me that every time," Klavier breathed.
     Herr Armando grunted. And he leaned in, all hot need, and carried on doing that incredible thing with his tongue.

     Across The Vast Worm-Holey Depths To The Defense Stand That Is You became the number one song in the nation for weeks straight. Not that Klavier was surprised.



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DiegoxKlavier would be the best fanservice ever. Thus, I did it because I can.

That, and from my refuse-to-come-within-thirty-feet knowledge of AJ:AA, I bet Diego and Klavier would be BFFs. Daryan can come, too. There'd be a trail of fainted women and AWESOME everywhere they went.