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Phoenix stirs awake at dawn, eyes bleary and unfocused. Annoyed, he shifts back to a more comfortable position, wondering what woke him up. He's about to doze off again when an arm slings around his waist, warm and limp with sleep.
Turning around, he smiles lazily; Miles Edgeworth lies there beside him, one arm curled under a pillow, the other wrapped childishly around Phoenix. Laughing quietly, Phoenix scoots closer to the prosecutor, bringing his hand up to stroke the light gray hair falling into the latter's face. Miles opens one eye, gazes at Phoenix for half a second, then sniffs, tipping his head into the crook of Phoenix's neck.
"'Morning," Phoenix says, pressing a kiss to his lover's head. Miles rolls his eyes, adjusting his arm slightly higher. "Sleep well?"
"As well as I can sleep with you snoring like a humpback whale," Miles murmurs, tracing circles on the brunette's back. Phoenix laughs good-naturedly.
"Didn't Trucy tell you not to let me sleep on my stomach?" he chuckles, nuzzling the lighter-haired man, who gives in, making a purring noise in his throat.
"Not that I remember, no," Miles says airily. In truth, Trucy had warned him, but it had slipped his mind after Franziska sniggered about his own snoring. "But you should've at least tried to keep it down."
"Mm, or you could have pushed me off the bed. I was expecting that, honestly."
"Tempting. I could do that now, if you like."
Phoenix slides a pillow from under his head and hits Miles with it, making a muffled thump against the latter's shoulder. A smile tugs at the corners of Miles' mouth. He pulls back slightly.
"Did I wake you up?"
"Nah. I was just feeling uncomfortable."
Miles traces his thumb around Phoenix's bottom lip carefully, as if contemplating.
He leans in, and so does Phoenix, and their lips meet. Phoenix tastes like grape juice and the faintest trace of lemon, and he smiles almost against of his own will.
He's the first to pull away. He always is, and Phoenix won't tell him, but Miles can see the slight hurt in his eyes. It's always like a punch to the gut, but he can't help it. He's always going to be afraid.
Phoenix drags him closer, humming something under his breath. Miles lets him; it's an adequate apology.
As Phoenix dozes off, Miles rests his head against the defense attorney's chest, feeling the latter's breathing ease, chest rising and falling slowly, his heartbeat pumping a steady rhythm.
He doesn't have to say "I love you" for Phoenix to realize it, and he wonders if the smile on his lover's face means anything.