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“Have I not already told you numerous times that I’m not interested, Officer?”
“Yeah but come on, Franziska, give me a shot. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
Franziska grips her whip in her hands as she stands in the hallway of the courthouse. This infuriating man just grins at her, as if her anger amuses him. Nothing makes her angrier than men who think her anger is cute.
“It’s Miss von Karma. Now move out of my way, fool, I’m leaving.”
She tries to step around him, and he has the gall to grab her arm, which she then wrenches from his grip. Her whip snaps at him, hitting him in the chest, but he’s so much bigger than her that he hardly even flinches.
He grabs her arm again. “Now now, Franziska, don’t get all worked up. One date, come on.”
“I said no!”
She hates the fact that she’s struggling. She’s strong, but she’s small in stature, and there’s a limit even to how much she can do against someone almost a foot taller and twice her weight.
She stops struggling enough to look around. It’s not that she's scared, she just needs to find someone who’ll distract this guy long enough for her to leave. She spies none other than Phoenix Wright heading her way, and he sees her, already raising his eyebrows at the position she’s in.
She sighs internally. Of course it’s him. Phoenix Wright and his saviour complex is coming to rescue her. Sure, she does need a little help, but it just has to be him. She constantly loses to him in court and now he’s going to rescue her from the big scary man and feel great about it.
She tries pulling her arm from the man’s grip once more, but he only chuckles and pulls her closer to him, trying to wrap an arm around her waist. “Oh, I bet you like it rough, huh? That whip probably comes in handy…”
“Excuse me? What’s going on here?”
Franziska and the officer turn simultaneously to see Phoenix coming towards them. “We’re just having a friendly chat, right Franziska?” he says.
She gives him a look to kill. “We certainly are not.”
Phoenix takes her other arm and pulls her gently away from her would-be captor. He lets her go, which infuriates Franziska even more. Of course a man would only give in to another man.
“I’d appreciate if you didn’t hold onto my girlfriend like that,” Phoenix says casually. “I mean she can talk to whoever she wants but I don’t appreciate other men putting their hands on her when she clearly doesn’t want them to.”
Franziska turns to look at him incredulously. Did he really just claim to be her boyfriend to get her out of this situation? He always did have to go with the most ridiculous route to get things done.
The officer laughs. “Huh? Since when are you her boyfriend? I’m pretty sure the entire courthouse, prosecutor’s office, and police department would know if Franziska von Karma was dating Phoenix Wright.”
For once, Franziska finds herself keeping quiet. Phoenix smiles and wraps his arm around her waist. “Well, we’ve been keeping it quiet but if random guys are going to keep hitting on her when she’s not at all interested in their attention, I guess we’ll have to start letting people know.”
The officer snorts. “Right. Prove it.”
There’s a short pause before Phoenix turns her to face him. He tilts his head at her and smiles, and before she even knows what’s happening, he’s pressing his lips to hers.
Her first reaction is to push him away, tell him he’s no better than this man who keeps grabbing her and asking her out when she’s said no a million times by kissing her without her permission, but she doesn’t. She doesn’t because… she just can’t. She’s so caught up in the kiss. It feels so… nice. Her hands just end up resting against his chest as her eyes fall closed and she embraces the feeling of his soft, warm lips against hers.
His hand moves under her ear to rest there as he pulls her bottom lip into his mouth to suck on it, and once he releases it, he runs his tongue along it. She slides her hands up his chest to wrap them around his neck and opens her mouth to him, letting him deepen the kiss. His tongue presses into her mouth to press lightly against hers. It moves almost playfully, swirling around hers, pressing, touching the roof of her mouth to tickle her. He even tastes good.
“Ummm… alright, I get it, you don’t need to suck each other’s faces off.” She can hear the officer’s voice faintly but she’s too focused on the kiss to care much about him anymore. When Phoenix goes to pull away Franziska holds him there for just a few seconds more.
She can feel him smile against her lips just once before he presses his now closed lips softly against hers once more. This time he does manage to pull away after, and Franziska opens her eyes lazily to look up at him.
He’s smiling at her, and she swallows nervously, stepping back from his embrace. Looking around, she notices that the officer is long gone now. Phoenix follows her gaze around the room.
“Well, I don’t think he’ll bother you anymore,” he says, already heading away from her, as if kissing her in the middle of the courthouse was a regular every day occurrence.
“I didn’t need your help,” she states grumpily. Now that his lips aren’t on hers it’s almost like she’s been lifted out of some trance.
Phoenix turns and holds up his hands. “Oh, of course not. I’m sure you could’ve handled it. Sorry for meddling.”
She nods. “You’re forgiven, Phoenix Wright.”
“Great, wouldn’t want Prosecutor von Karma to hold a grudge against me or anything. God knows how terrible that must be.”
She rolls her eyes, but he only grins at her, then turns again to leave. She watches his back until she sees him meet up with that little spirit medium assistant of his at the courthouse doors, and they exit together into the daylight.
Franziska checks that her whip is secure in its holster, straightens out her blouse, and runs her fingers through her hair. She needs to get back to the prosecutor’s office. She has work to do.