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The Steel Samurai plushies surrounding them were unnerving, sure, but Gumshoe wasn't about to let them get in the way of him and Edgeworth having a good time. Or, at least that's what he'd thought, right up until the moment he was about to take his shirt off and suddenly found them all staring at him. What was Gumshoe doing, after all? Edgeworth was such a handsome guy — lithe and beautiful, and Gumshoe was…well…not that. Edgeworth deserved to be with someone pretty, like himself. Someone thin. Someone like…well, Wright wasn't handsome by any means, not by Gumshoe's standards, though — weird eyebrows and disconcertingly rigid hairdo aside — he was at least thin like Edgeworth was. Not like Gumshoe. Gumshoe was big, and kinda pudgy, and-
"Dick? Why did you stop? Did I-...did I do something wrong?" Edgeworth's nervous voice suddenly rang out, breaking the silence that had fallen over the room as Gumshoe had got lost in his thoughts.
"Huh? Oh! No! It's just-... Uh….er…hmmm," Gumshoe replied eloquently in response, unsure how exactly to explain himself as he let his eyes wander back to the cold, unblinking stares of the myriad Steel Samurais silently judging him and his figure (or lack thereof).
Edgeworth — astute as ever — must've followed the line of Gumshoe's gaze though, because he quickly sat up in the bed and said: "Is it the plushies? Would you like me to get rid of them?"
"N-no…. I mean…. Maybe? If you wouldn't mind?"
Edgeworth sprang into action immediately, quickly manoeuvring himself out from under Gumshoe so he could remove the toys from his bed, his face now pale for some reason, and his body language rigid.
"My apologies, I should have realised the plushies would make you uncomfortable. You must think me horribly childish," he said uncharacteristically weakly, and Gumshoe's eyes widened in shock as he realised Edgeworth had misunderstood the situation.
"What?! No! No way, pal, that's not it at all!" he said, making Edgeworth jump slightly with the force of his exclamation.
"No? Then….what?"
"Definitely 'no'! I just-….they were just….staring at me."
"Staring at you?"
"Yeah…" Gumshoe said, his shoulders slumping in defeat, feeling pretty stupid now that he was faced with having to admit what had been on his mind, "...it's just, you're so pretty, you know? and I'm so….not that. I guess I just…got a little self-conscious."
Edgeworth's eyebrows knitted in confusion, accompanied by a scowl (also of confusion).
"Self-conscious? Whatever for?"
"Well, I mean….. I'm not exactly, er, an 'Adonis', am I? I'm big. And pudgy. And….kinda hairy."
"Yes," Edgeworth said matter of factly, the scowl of confusion still on his face, "and I've been looking forward to seeing you naked all evening."
Well, the prosecutor could certainly be 'slow' when he wanted to be, much to Gumshoe's chagrin at the moment.
"But…I'm not….thin," the detective added finally, spelling it out for him.
At that recognition appeared in Edgeworth's eyes, though his scowl only deepened at the words. "Neither is the Steel Samurai," he said sternly, red creeping into his face as he averted his eyes, too embarrassed suddenly to look at him directly, "He's big, and strong, and bulky," then added helpfully, just in case Gumshoe hadn't caught his drift: "In case you hadn't noticed".
Oh. Oh. Ohhhhh.
"So Wright isn't your type?" Gumshoe blurted out without really thinking, his previous apprehension now replaced with a sudden giddiness, eager again to continue what they'd previously been doing if, in fact, he'd understood Edgeworth correctly.
The look of disgust that passed over Edgeworth's face at the mere notion of what Gumshoe had just said told him all that he needed to know.
"Dick, are you trying to turn me off because if so, you're succeeding."
"N-no! No, I'm not trying to do that."
"Good. In that case, as long as you're comfortable with the idea, I would suggest you get back to removing your clothes immediately, before I lose my nerve."
Edgeworth's face was still red, despite his somewhat commanding tone — he really was both as nervous and as excited about this as Gumshoe was, Gumshoe realised, the thought of it making him fall even more in love with his partner than he already was, and even more eager to continue where they'd left off.
"Hoho, you got it boss. Sir, yes sir!" Gumshoe said playfully, feeling emboldened by the knowledge that Edgeworth found him as attractive as he did Edgeworth.
"Actually, would you mind if I called you 'sir' just this once?" Edgeworth said, the sudden suggestion taking Gumshoe by surprise.
"Oh, sure! What should I call you though?"
"I suppose 'Miles' will suffice."
Well, Miles was a beautiful name, though Gumshoe couldn't help but feel a little mischievous, deciding to take a calculated (if pretty sizable) risk.
"How about I call you my 'good little boy'?" he teased, relieved (and honestly pretty pleased with himself) when Edgeworth's face went beet-red in surprise, his wine-coloured slacks suddenly too tight again in the area that mattered.
"We'll workshop it," Miles said, blushing furiously as he urged Gumshoe along and jumped back into bed, "Now strip. And I'll do the same."