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After Hours	By : elementalram Category: +M through R > Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Views: 4951 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This work is pure fiction; I do not own any of the Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney games, and do not make any money off of this fic.

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Criminal Affairs Department
3:42 PM
It had been another long day of pounding the pavement, looking for leads into the most recent case. They had spoken to numerous witnesses, some more cooperative than others, but they still felt just as lost as they had that morning. After running into dead ends all day, Mia and her mentee, Phoenix, finally ended up at the downtown Criminal Affairs Office to pick up the latest autopsy report.
Once inside, a big, goofy bear-of-a-man rubbed the back of his head as he addressed the Chief. “Nah, sorry miss.” He looked genuinely disappointed. “We still haven’t gotten that report yet ourselves. You’re welcome to stay and wait, though. They said we should get it by the end of the day.”
Phoenix felt deflated. He gathered every ounce of strength he had to maintain his composure, to keep from face-palming or rubbing his temples. Now what? he thought, annoyed. We’ve been at this all day without a single break. If I don’t get something to eat soon, my stomach just might start eating itself!
Just then, as though on cue, his stomach let out an enormous gurgle which seemed to echo off the office walls. The Chief, the detective, and two others in the office jumped, startled, and stared wide-eyed at him. A cold silence fell over the room, and Phoenix silently wished for death. Concern and empathetic embarrassment registered on their faces.
“S-sorry,” Phoenix stammered. “I, uh, guess it’s been awhile since breakfast….”
“Oh!” the detective suddenly perked up. As he did, he puffed out his chest and suddenly appeared twice his size. “Why don’t you go down to the break room, pal? It was Detective Goodman’s birthday, you see— we had a party and there’s plenty of food left over! You can eat while you wait for the autopsy report!” He beamed like a toddler who had just put together his first puzzle.
“Well, Phoenix?” Mia grinned, “Would you like something to eat?”
“Yes, ma’am!”
The detective pointed them towards the end of a long hall. “Last door on the left. Help yourself to anything in there that doesn’t have someone’s name on it, pals.”
Phoenix tried not to appear too eager as he and Mia walked down the hallway. The smell of food hit them as they walked through the door; Phoenix put a hand on his stomach. The room wasn’t very big. A few fluorescent lights, half of which weren’t functioning, glared overhead, and worn carpet lay under about a half-dozen mismatched tables. At the far end was a glass door leading outside with a sign reading “Smoking Area”. And there, finally, next to that door was a small kitchenette and the source of the good smells.
Mia took her time crossing the room, lackadaisically weaving through the tables to look at a bunch of old photographs of detectives on the wall. Phoenix beelined for the counter and took a survey of the goods there. A towering stack of pizza boxes caught his eye first, but inside the topmost box was a single cold slice of meat-lover’s pizza next to a greasy, balled up napkin. Disappointed, he shut it. The boxes below yielded nothing. Next to that stack was a box of doughnuts. To Phoenix’s surprise and immense irritation, someone had taken a single bite out of each one and put it back. Okay, 0 for 2 so far, but theres still more…. Next was a cold crockpot filled halfway with what looked like chili. It reminded him of something that Mrs. Butz used to make when they were children. Ugh, pass! Towards the end of the counter, there was an untouched veggie platter, a plastic container full of lukewarm sushi, a steaming pot of coffee, and a few chocolate cupcakes.
Mia, having looked at all the photographs and inspected the smoking area, approached the refrigerator and rummaged around inside. When she straightened up and turned around, Phoenix had a carrot stick in one hand and a chocolate cupcake in the other.
“Slim pickings over here, Chief,” he said around a mouthful of chocolate. He finished the carrot and continued, “This is actually not a bad combination though.” He unwrapped another cupcake and took a bite. then carefully sipped a plastic cup full of coffee. “So, what have you got there?”
Mia gently closed the refrigerator with the toe of her shoe and approached him. She delicately placed a glass bowl full of what Phoenix could only assume was whipped cream on the counter.
“Ambrosia salad,” she said. Phoenix noted a smirk on her face.
“Oh… is it good?” It looked like it could be tasty, he thought. Well, he liked whipped cream anyways, but there were bits of other things in there: pieces of red, orange, and yellow…. Candy, maybe?
“Depends on how you eat it.” Her subtle grin had expanded somewhat suspiciously.
“Oh, okay. How do you eat it? With crackers or something?” Phoenix asked as he turned to look for the garbage bin. It was halfway between the kitchenette where they stood and the door. He lined up the shot, carefully, and tossed the balled up cupcake wrappers in. Yes! Two points! With a grin, he turned back around.
His jaw dropped.
“The best way to eat it… is like this.” The Chief had discarded her jacket, opened her blouse and was coating her bare breasts with the creamy salad, rubbing her nipples as she did.
He quickly glanced at the door. No one there. “But Mia— Chief!” The smoking section was clear too. “This—“ he lowered his voice to a whisper, “there are officers everywhere! This is a police station!” Even as he spoke, however, he felt his pants started to grow tighter as a certain part of his body betrayed him.
“Then you'd better come help me get cleaned up,” she cooed. She slid up onto the counter and leaned towards him invitingly, licking her fingers one by one.
Logic and reasoning told him to resist, that this was definitely crossing the line! But something else in him demanded he succumb to her, even if just for a moment. Maybe… just to clean her off—thats all!
Sitting on the counter, she was positioned slightly above him. He looked upward as she drew him to her. Lightly, her tongue emerged through parted lips to lick a bit of frosting from the corner of his mouth. She softly chewed his bottom lip before pushing her tongue past his teeth, sharing in the chocolate flavor. His body relaxed a little, and she broke the kiss to offer him her neck. He took it, sucking and biting a trail from just below her ear all the way down to her clavicle.
At her sternum, he took a tentative lick of the fluffy white substance. It was sweet, and was surprised to find out that it had flecks of coconut mixed in. The next lick offered up a piece of mandarin orange and a marshmallow. He swiped his tongue across her chest and she clutched his hair on the back of his head. More marshmallows, pineapple, maraschino cherries…. He licked a trail over and around the soft peaks, then opened wide to suck and bite the side of her soft, full breast, then the top, and then her areola. The cold dessert combined with the attention made her nipples hard.
Mia let out a soft sigh. He teased one hard bud in his mouth, clearing it of cream and fruit. He switched to the other side and did the same there. She was arching her back now, and had enveloped his waist with her legs. As he continued to clean off her chest, he rubbed her thighs. One hand slipped under her skirt; she was moaning now, and Phoenix took the opportunity to press and rub her clit.
Her breasts were all clean. Phoenix kissed her stomach as he got down on his knees. She eagerly spread her legs wide for him, and he pushed up her skirt. He lapped at her moist folds, licking her clit in a short, quick tempo. Her breathing was coming in short gasps. It didn't take long for her to start shuddering.
As he began to straighten up, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, she quickly slipped off the counter, then forcefully shoved him against it. On her knees, she yanked down his zipper, opened his belt and pulled his thick erection out from his briefs.
“Chief—“ he weakly protested, but her mouth was on him all at once, and all that he could muster was a deep, low moan. Unceremoniously, she grabbed a fistful of ambrosia salad from the bowl still on the counter and used it to pump his length. He gasped at the sudden cold, but soon relaxed at her attention. As she stroked him from base to tip, she reached for Phoenix’s discarded coffee still on the counter. She took a big mouthful of the hot drink, letting it sit for a moment. She swallowed it, then put her now-hot mouth on his head, swirling her tongue around it and replacing the cold with heat.
He groaned again. “I don't think I’m going to last long like this,” he growled under his breath, as she drew as much of his throbbing arousal into her hot mouth and throat as she could. She pumped the rest with her hand, cream dripping to the floor. With her head bobbing and hand pumping in combination with the contrast between hot and cold, the buildup was immense. He held tight to the counter in a fruitless attempt to ground himself, but it didn’t matter. Suddenly, his swollen cock expanded and he came, sending wave after wave of hot seed down her throat.
Before Phoenix could catch his breath, she had gotten to her feet and was pressing her mouth to his again, arms wrapped around his neck. The flavor was intoxicating; sweet cream mixed with the salty, tangy flavors of their juices. This time, he wrapped his arms around her waist and met her tongue with his. He could taste their sex, the sugar, the fruit, and just a little chocolate.
He was hard again. He guided her body onto the nearest table and lay her there. She wrapped her legs around his waist; he held onto her hips and used the leverage to push himself into her, slowly grinding against her hot flesh. His body felt on fire. She started bucking against him, gasping for more. He increased his speed, thrusting in and out of her; he wanted to pace himself, but he could already feel himself swelling again. Her breasts, still red from the attention earlier, bounced and jiggled with each thrust; she was panting his name over and over again.
He came, hard. She was writing on the table; he could feel her walls clenching around him, milking him for everything he had. He collapsed forward, savoring the pleasure still rolling through him and the warm contact between their sweaty bodies.
“Chief, that was amazing,” he breathed.
In the distance, he heard someone shout: “Autopsy report’s in!”
Phoenix and scrambled to his feet and grabbed some paper towels, tucking his shirt in as he went. There was ambrosia salad on the counter and floor of the kitchenette, and cum on the table and the carpet below. Footsteps marched down the hall.
“Hot off the press!” The detective from before bounded in, holding up a manilla folder full of papers. It was all they could do to straighten their clothes and compose themselves.
Mia was the first to respond. “Oh, thats fantastic. May we see?”
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