Back-dated: Valentine’s Day
[Edgeworth felt his heart pound heavily in his chest as Phoenix’ fingers curled in around his hand, letting his own do the same and for a moment Miles feared that the happiness and love he perceived would be too much to take. The lawyer’s lips running over the back of his knuckles, scarcely a touch but yet so very apparent, made the prosecutor shiver, his heart almost aching in its craving for love.
It cost him a tremendous effort not to reach back to Phoenix’ hand once the contact was broken, but Miles’ fingers remained where they were after having been quit by the other’s, while his eyes observed how the plastic bag was undone.
The prosecutor noticed that the pudding had been mashed by the loveless treatment he had given it before and he felt just the slightest bit sorry until he discarded the thought with the excuse that its taste should not have been affected by its now flawed appearance, that incidentally wasn’t visible in the dim light anyway.
Eyes widened as Phoenix held up the laden spoon for Miles to each, accompanying his gesture with these inviting words, and a glance of disbelief was cast to the other man until the district attorney truly comprehended that the spiky-haired man really did intend to… feed him.
Again he felt his cheeks burning in heat and he averted his gaze for a moment, clearing his throat awkwardly. Edgeworth considered objecting, declining with some simple remarks about how this behavior was silly and not quite appropriate for their condition and age, until his vision fell upon the watch at his wrist, and while he did not dare trying to decipher the displayed countdown of their shared time, it still reminded him of time’s briefness. With a hesitant motion Miles leant forward and let himself be fed with the spoon’s loading, before pulling back again, his gaze fixed somewhere onto the ground.
The nice aroma of the pudding filled his mouth.]It is… delicious, but I already old you that, didn’t I?
You should…[And even though every cell of his body was screaming in embarrassment, questioning the prosecutor what on earth he was doing and why he would possibly perform such a discomposing action, Edgeworth picked up the other spoon, loaded it with some of the pudding and held it up to the other man, a frown of embarrassment on his forehead.]
…try it…
(Source: faithful-defender)
