Title: Teacups
Pairing: Phoenix/Edgeworth
Rating: PG
Summary: Phoenix couldn't help but notice Edgeworth's pretty teacups.
Note: Written for fairness for Christmas

“Your teacups are… pretty, Miles,” Phoenix projected, as he stared at an impeccable set of china teacups with soft pink flowers painted onto them.

From the other room, one could hear a shuffle of papers and what sounded like a grunt and then footsteps, until Edgeworth had entered the kitchen and stared at Phoenix, wearing just his gray sweatpants, in front of open cupboards.

“What are you doing?” Edgeworth asked, having a pretty good idea but was hoping that Phoenix would say something better.

Phoenix looked sheepish, which spelled trouble. “You’re busy doing important paperwork, so what am I supposed to do?”

“…you decided to look through my cupboards.”

“Your teacups really are pretty, Miles,” Phoenix said with a grin.

Edgeworth sighed exasperatedly. “I can’t keep an eye off you, can I?”

“Why would you want to?” Phoenix asked, winking suggestively. Edgeworth rolled his eyes, and Phoenix abandoned the teacups to kiss him. “Let’s have some tea, Miles.” Edgeworth nodded. The paperwork could wait.

Title: Mittens
Pairing: Phoenix/Edgeworth
Rating: PG
Summary: A cold day at the courthouse leads to unexpected kindness.
Note: Written for chyama for Christmas

Edgeworth was on his way out when he spotted Phoenix sitting alone in the lobby, rubbing his bare hands together rapidly. He battled with himself for nearly a minute before deciding to step closer to the man. He regretted it immediately, but Phoenix heard and looked up. When he clearly recognized him Phoenix grinned widely, like a fool.

“Hey Miles, what are you doing here?” Phoenix chirped.

“I had some things to take care of,” he replied stiffly. There was a long, awkward pause before Edgeworth cleared his throat and asked, “Why are you here?”

“Funny story, actually,” Phoenix said, smiling sheepishly, “On my way here for my trial this morning, my car broke down, so I had to take a bus, but the bus schedules are really weird so the next one won’t be here until,” he stopped to check his watch, “an hour from now, so I’m staying in here where it’s warmer, but my hands are really cold because I forgot my gloves.”

Edgeworth could barely contain the smirk of amusement he felt forming. After another inner battle, lengthier than the one before, he finally said, “I think I have a pair of mittens in my car. I’ll let you borrow them for the night.” Once again, he regretted it immediately, wondering what had possessed him to be so kind to his rival.

The offer lit Phoenix’s face up like the sun, and Edgeworth had to look away, lest he were to get burned. “Thank you so much, Miles!” he exclaimed, standing up and giving him a hug out of gratitude. Edgeworth froze, and Phoenix let go, sensing the tension. He coughed and began rambling about something inane that Edgeworth partially tuned out as they walked out together.

Stealing a glance at Phoenix, with the memory of the hug still burning in his mind, he realized he didn’t really regret anything, after all.

Title: Ham Sandwiches
Pairing: Edgeworth/Gumshoe
Rating: G
Original Kink Meme Request: Edgeworth eating a ham sandwich!

It wasn't everyday that Edgeworth would eat something as simple and peon as a ham sandwich. In fact, he couldn't even recall the last time he had consumed one. But with Gumshoe looming over him, staring at him with those overeager puppy eyes, he felt that he could try it once more.

He delicately picked up the sandwich - lovingly made for him by Gumshoe, which in itself was slightly disturbing, but he had some hope that Gumshoe was at least capable of making a good sandwich. He took a small bite from it and... it was just a normal ham sandwich.

"It's decent," Edgeworth said, after having completely chewed and swallowed. (He would NEVER eat and talk at the same time!)

At those words Gumshoe's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Great! Then I'll make you one everyday!"

Edgeworth balked. They were good, but not that good. "That won't be necessary."

"No, it would be an honor to make you lunch everyday, sir!"

Edgeworth sighed. "Alright then. Now go back to work, Detective." With a chipper, "Yes sir!", Gumshoe left his office.

He looked back at the sandwich. Of course, Edgeworth wouldn't actually be eating the sandwiches everyday, but he knew Pess would love them. After all, it wouldn't do to have Gumshoe's hard work go to waste.

Title: Tutoie-moi
Pairing: Phoenix/Edgeworth
Rating: PG-13
Original Kink Meme Request: Something Phoenix/Edgeworth with either one of them (or even both!) speaking la langue d'amour.
Note: This drabble's dialogue is in French, so it's best enjoyed if you have some knowledge of the language; however, I've provided translations.

Ever since Edgeworth moved back to the United States, he wanted to keep some connection to Europe (and keep polishing his language skills), so he had many different newspapers delivered to his doorstep every morning. He didn't usually have the time to do more than just skim, yet his skills were still impeccable.

His multilingual newspapers were the last thing on his mind when he had Phoenix over, especially after a night of amazing sex. But he was quickly reminded of them when he walked into the dining room to see Phoenix peering over that day's edition of Le Monde.

Slightly startled, Edgeworth asked, "Parlez-vous français?"

"Oui," Phoenix said automatically, then paused, a frown forming on his face. "Tutoie-moi."

Ignoring his demand entirely, he asked, "Quand appreniez-vous français?"

Phoenix sighed, seeming to give up... for now. "Quand j'étais lycéen, je l'ai suivi pendant 4 ans."

This seemed to surprise Edgeworth even more. "Et savez-vous toujours?"

Phoenix flashed a brilliant grin. "Je pratique, aussi."

Edgeworth took a moment to digest everything he just heard. No, he immediately understood the French, but after all this time he had no idea Phoenix had any knowledge of it. His accent was definitely rusty, almost painful to his perfect Parisian French ears. Yet...

With that grin, and the memories of the night before fresh in his mind, he couldn't help but imagine how it could be with a different language to cry out in, especially the supposed language of love.

"Venez au lit avec moi," Edgeworth commanded, his voice deeper and huskier than normal.

Phoenix appeared to put great consideration into his answer, until he grinned and said, "Seulement si tu me tutoies."

Edgeworth sighed. It had been ingrained in him for so long to always use vous - his main teacher had been von Karma after all, who looked down on any familiarity with others - but this was Phoenix. What could it hurt...? "S'il te plaît, Wright." Okay, so he had to make up for it with the last name, but judging from Phoenix's pleased face it didn't matter.

Phoenix stood up from his seat, and deliberately brushed up against him to approach the stairs, while purring, "Je vais te baiser jusqu'au lit casse."

They ran the rest of the way.

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You speak French?

Yes. Call me tu. (explanation - in French there is the formal you, vous, and the informal, tu. Phoenix is asking Edgeworth to address him informally)

When did you learn French?

When I was a high school student. I took it for 4 years.

And you still know French?

I practice, too.

Come to bed with me.

Only if you call me tu.

Please, Phoenix. (Please in French is literally "if it pleases you", so he does call him tu here)

I'm going to fuck you until the bed breaks.