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Miles Edgeworth woke up against his will. He wasn’t sure how or why, but he was awake. Blearily, he reached for the man who was supposed to be in bed with him so he could be anchored back into sleep, but the other half of the bed was empty and cool.
The smell of cooking wafted into the cracked door of the bedroom, and Miles felt a prickling sensation in his stomach. He wanted to go back to sleep, but he felt restless. Miles crawled out of bed and walked to the kitchen with a yawn. He was greeted with the sight of a rumple-haired Phoenix flipping pancakes onto a plate, dressed in an undershirt and boxer shorts. He mixed the pancake batter in the bowl and poured more pancakes into the hot pan, humming tunelessly as he did so.
Perhaps if he had been in a normal, more reasonable, mood, Miles would have helped with preparations in some way. However, Miles was in a very specific mood, and his blood felt thick with an itch he couldn’t scratch. He wanted—needed—tactile contact with Phoenix.
“Good morning,” he murmured to his partner. Phoenix glanced over his shoulder with that sunny bright smile that warmed Miles to his core.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” he blew a kiss to Miles. “I was just making some Saturday morning breakfast.”
“How thoughtful.”
“I can be a real peach on occasion,” he winked. Miles thought he was a real peach most occasions.
“Hmm,” Miles finally gave in to his desire and slipped his arms around Phoenix’s torso. He nuzzled his face into the man’s neck.
Phoenix glanced over at the Miles on his shoulder as best as he could. “What brought this on?”
“I needed some Phoenix, s’all,” Miles murmured into his shoulder. Phoenix pressed a kiss to the forehead he could reach, but the kiss caught hair more than anything else.
They stood like that for a while, Phoenix flipping pancakes and Miles listening to him breathe with the occasional hum every now and then. He slipped a hand under Phoenix’s shirt, rubbing the strip of stomach he had access to.
“While I’m open to any and every advance you make,” purred Phoenix, “I do have to finish making pancakes.”
“No sexual advances,” Miles murmured into his neck. “I just really want some skin.”
“That’s okay too.”
Miles stuck both of his hand under Phoenix’s shirt, but it still wasn’t enough for him.
“Can you take your shirt off?”
“While I’m cooking?” Phoenix asked, bemused. What a rare day this was. Normally it was Miles who had to be the logical one. Miles muttered an unintelligible plea while rubbing his face into Phoenix’s neck. Phoenix pried Miles’s hands off of him despite protest and pulled his shirt over his head.
“Here,” Phoenix handed him the shirt with a smile. Miles draped it over the back of a kitchen chair and pulled his own shirt off as well. He returned back to his backpack position and sighed contentedly into Phoenix’s shoulder.
“Better?”
Miles nodded. This was the friction he had been craving, this skin to skin contact that settled him on such a deep level. The itch he had been feeling in the pit of his stomach was slowly being replaced with a smoldering warmth. He placed a light kiss on Phoenix’s neck and returned to laying his head on Phoenix’s shoulder, his hands slowly sliding up and down Phoenix’s chest. Phoenix rumbled with appreciation.
It was such a tender and domestic moment. Miles couldn’t think of anything better to have or to be in this instant. He was lulled into a semi-conscious state where there was nothing but the smell of pancakes and movement of the inhale and exhale of Phoenix provided.
The moment was punctuated with a large yawn coming from the entrance of the kitchen.
“Mmm, morning Daddy, good morning Papa,” Trucy said while yawning again.
“Good morning, baby girl,” Phoenix called over his free shoulder. Miles made greeting noises as well, though he wasn’t sure they had come out as words.
“Should I go back to bed while you and Papa are doing… whatever you are doing?”
Miles knew that meant his time was up for now. He pulled himself out of his stupor and back to the real world.
“No, darling,” Miles gave one last appreciative squeeze before letting go and standing upright. “I was just cuddling your father.”
Trucy nodded sagely. “Daddy is good for cuddling.”
“I didn’t know I was such a hot commodity,” Phoenix smirked. “I’ll have to remember this for next time.”
“If this is the first time you’ve realized this, you haven’t been paying attention for these last few years,” Miles slipped his shirt back on. “What else do you need prepped?”
Trucy began setting the table as Miles pulled all of the appropriate condiments for pancakes. Rather, what Phoenix and Trucy considered appropriate: syrup, whipped cream, all of the fruit in their fridge, and sprinkles, per Trucy’s pleas.
Phoenix presented the tower of pancakes to the two of them. “Breakfast is served!”
Trucy descended upon the pancakes with gusto while Miles plated some for Phoenix and himself. She piled a mountain of whip cream onto her stack of pancakes.
“Do you need that much, Trucy?” Miles tried to be the voice of reason, but it wasn’t too effective when Phoenix was piling on a similar amount on to his own pancakes.
Trucy grinned. “Of course not, Papa. It just makes pancakes taste extra good.”
“Too right,” Phoenix said before squirting some whip cream directly into his mouth. Trucy laughed. Miles scowled, but couldn’t fight off a smile as Phoenix began laughing too. It had been too long since the three of them had had a domestic morning together.
After the pancake stack was demolished, Phoenix piled up the dishes next to the sink and began filling the sink with hot water.
“I can do the dishes, Phoenix,” Miles said.
“You sure?”
Miles put a hand on his arm and kissed his cheek. “You made breakfast; I can take care of this.” Phoenix smiled and they shared a kiss. As Miles began the dishes, Phoenix stretched with a yawn.
He appeared to have made a decision about what to do next with his Saturday and headed back to their shared room. Trucy did her due diligence and began to put away the fruit and condiments. Miles couldn’t help but be proud that they had raised such a conscientious young lady who helped with a communal task without being asked. After her task was done, Trucy disappeared into her room and reappeared shortly after fully dressed.
“I’m going out with Pearly today, so I’ll be back later!” Trucy said.
“Alright, dear. Tell Pearls we say hello.”
“Will do!”
By the time Miles got back to the room, Phoenix was out of the shower toweling off. Miles couldn’t resist taking Phoenix’s face in his hands and drawing him in for a kiss. Phoenix sighed into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Miles’s neck.
“Trucy is still out there, you know,” Phoenix said in between kisses.
“No,” Miles nibbled on his lower lip. “She’s gone out with Pearls.” He re-initiated
the kiss. Phoenix groaned.
“In that case,” Phoenix pulled him towards the bed, “why don’t I finish what you started?” Miles threw the towel over his shoulder and smiled.
“I’d like that very much.”