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Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney, its characters and settings,
are property of Capcom, and are being used here
without permission.� This fic contains adult male/male content.

Final part!� Takes place after GS3, but shouldn�t take any
extra knowledge or contain any spoilers.

This chapter is rated NC-17
for sexual content.

Steady Inhale
Part 4/4

A year passed.

Edgeworth went back to Europe.� Gumshoe knew he would, so there was no reason
to be disappointed.� He didn�t ask why or
if he�d back.� But a few weeks later he
got a postcard from Paris, with a short message about how Edgeworth was
doing.� He tacked it up on the bulletin
board by his desk, and when another came a month later, he added that one, too.

Then it was February again,
and colder than ever. �Another
chill winter, another heavy case behind them.� Gumshoe was just relieved that he�d scraped
through with his job intact again.� But
as was always the case even with the most difficult trials, a few days later
everything was back to normal.� Or at least,
as close to normal as things ever were.

Gumshoe tugged his coat
higher as he stepped out of the courthouse.�
It was only mid afternoon but the clouds were so dark and so low that it
might as well have been the dead of night.�
Sometime during the proceedings it had begun to snow.� He shivered; it hadn�t been a difficult
testimony but the weather was starting to get to him, and he tightened his coat
as he made his way down the courthouse steps.

Preoccupied as he was with
his own thoughts, Gumshoe didn�t notice the figure leaning against his beat up
old car until he�d reached the base of the stairs.� It was an all too familiar man wrapped up in
a long, dark overcoat, his already silver hair highlighted with flecks of fresh
snow.� He was staring off into the street
apparently lost in his own contemplation.�
Gumshoe slowed his gait as he approached.� When the tap of his footsteps was close
enough to be heard Miles Edgeworth finally glanced over, and upon seeing the
detective a slow smile worked its way across his lips.� The warm, sincere expression gave new feeling
to Gumshoe�s numbing fingertips.

�Mr. Edgeworth.�� Gumshoe stopped just in front of him, awkward
but unable to hide how pleased he was�Edgeworth had been waiting for him.� �What are you doing here, Sir?�� He grinned meekly.� �Hiding out again?�

Edgeworth reached up to brush
the thin layer of snow off his shoulders.�
�Not this time,� he replied easily.�
For a moment his smile tightened in a way that was almost shy.� �I was waiting for you.�

�You�were?� Gumshoe repeated,
baffled.� He shifted his weight from foot
to foot.� �I thought�you would�a been on your way home by now, with the trial
over�you know.� Back to
Europe.�

�That�s just what I was
waiting here to tell you.�� Edgeworth
pushed away from the passenger door that he had been leaning against and titled
his head up.� �I�ve decided to stay.�

By then Gumshoe had imagined
those words so many times that hearing them spoken didn�t seem convincing at
first.� He shook himself.� �You have?��
A little tremor of hope scrambled up his spine and down into his
stomach.� �Really, pal?� Here?�

�Yes.�� Edgeworth grinned.� �I have.�

Gumshoe�s lips parted with
the intention of speaking, but his throat abruptly closed off, and instead he
threw his arms happily around Edgeworth�s broad shoulders.� He could tell that Edgeworth had braced
himself for the sudden show of affection�Edgeworth knew him that well�and when
a pair of arms twisted firmly around his back he nearly sighed out loud.� His friend was finally coming home.

�I�m so glad, Mr.
Edgeworth!�� Gumshoe�s voice rushed back
to him all at once and tumbled over all the things he wanted to say.� �Everyone�s been waiting for ya�I kept all�a yer postcards at the station.� Even Mr. Wright kept asking �bout ya, pal.� It hasn�t
been the same since you been gone�.�

Edgeworth chuckled against
Gumshoe�s shoulder, and after a moment urged him back�he had been holding onto
the prosecutor very strongly, and he had to gasp for air a moment.� �Thank you,� Edgeworth said, looking a little
embarrassed.� �I�m sorry I took so long.�

�Not at
all, Sir!�� Gumshoe couldn�t stop grinning, couldn�t
fight back the anxious flutterings of relief filling
his stomach.� There was still too much he
wanted to say and not enough breath to do it in.� �Are you staying in your old house, pal?� I poke in on it every couple�a
weeks, it�s been doing fine.� Or�.�

�I only decided today,�
Edgeworth said with a slight shrug.�
�You�re the first person I�ve told, so�my place has no
electricity.�� He gave his coat a
tug.� �Or heat.�

�Oh�.�� Gumshoe scratched the back of his neck.� �You want me to drop you off at your hotel,
then?� he offered.

�Actually�.�� Miles grin twitched into a smirk.� �I was hoping you�d offer something a little
more�personal.�

Gumshoe straightened, his
already cold-flushed cheeks growing darker.�
�P-Personal?�
You wanna stay with me, pal?�

�Unless you�d rather I��

�No!�� Gumshoe shook his head, and nudged Edgeworth
away from the car so he could open the passenger side door for him.� �No, it�s fine!� But�my place is so�.�� He winced.�
�It�s not any cleaner�n the last time you saw
it, Sir.�

�I�ll manage,� Edgeworth
chuckled, sliding into the car.� �Thank
you, Detective.�

�N-No problem�.�

Gumshoe hurried around to the
driver�s side, and fidgeted nervously as he buckled himself in and pulled his
car away from the courthouse.� He did his
best not to glance at Edgeworth beside him, fearing that it would only fuel his
racing imagination and impair his driving.�
Gumshoe wasn�t the kind to let himself dwell on
fantasies, and in the year since that one, brief night, had let the memory rest
undisturbed at the back of his mind.�
However sweet his mouth had been, that was not the only reason Edgeworth
had been missed.

At the moment, though,
Gumshoe�s mind was telling him otherwise.�
There were a dozen ways to interpret a request to spend the night, but
coming from Miles Edgeworth he suddenly didn�t know what to think.� The prosecutor had to have known he was
asking for a dirty little apartment with a single, lumpy mattress, when he
could have easily afforded any hotel room in the city.� The more Gumshoe considered, the more
Edgeworth�s request sounded like an invitation.

Stop that!�
Don�t be ridiculous.� Gumshoe licked his lips and forced himself to
speak, to break the silence.� �So what
changed your mind, pal?� he asked, keeping his eyes on the road.� �About coming home, I mean.�

�I realized�all my friends
were here,� Edgeworth replied after only a short pause.� His sincerity was a little bit
surprising.� �All the people I really
care about.� And I�m needed here.�

�That�s for sure,� Gumshoe
chuckled.� �We�re losing prosecutors left
and right��

Forgetting his earlier
reasoning he glanced over at the man, and was captivated momentarily by the
look of sheer content in his face.� It
wasn�t until then that he believed Edgeworth really intended to stay with them.

Gumshoe was first through the
apartment door, and he hurried ahead of his company to clear the entrance of
old newspapers and empty cans.� �Ya gotta start giving me
warnings,� he laughed as he shoved the clutter into piles and threw away an old
pizza box.� �I�d�ve
cleaned up�.�

�Don�t worry about it,�
Edgeworth assured as he followed a few steps behind.� He looked back and forth around the small
apartment, reacquainting himself.� His
eyes narrowed slightly on the couch before turning to join Gumshoe in the
kitchen.� �Besides, it�s�cozy.�

Nice way of saying �small,� Gumshoe though with a glum smile.� But he wouldn�t let that deter him.� �Can I get you something, Mr. Edgeworth?� Some water?� Oh!� I
think I have some of that tea y�sent for New Years��

The sound of Edgeworth�s
quiet chuckle paused him, and he glanced back
curiously.� Edgeworth was folding his
overcoat over the back of a chair, looking more amused than was normal for
him.� �Um�what�s so funny, pal?� Gumshoe
had to ask.

�Nothing.�� Edgeworth
shook his head.� �Some water would be
fine, thank you.�

Gumshoe pursed his lips and
selected a glass from the cupboards; it was a little irritating that Edgeworth
seemed so at ease when he himself was so tense.�
As he filled the glass Edgeworth came up beside him and he tried not to
let his discomfort show.� �It�s, ah,
still pretty early,� Gumshoe said as he handed over the drink.� �I�ve got the evening off�a
work, but��

Edgeworth set the glass down,
untouched, and pressed his hand against Gumshoe�s shoulder to turn him away
from the sink.� He moved slowly but the
detective was still caught off guard when Edgeworth�s arms slid around his ribs
in a firm embrace.� The breath went out
of him and it took him a moment to respond.�
�Sir�� His own arms curled around
Edgeworth�s shoulders once more.� He
wished he could have seen the other�s face but it was pressed too close to his
neck to make out any expression.

�Thank you,� Edgeworth murmured, his voice rough with embarrassment.� It wasn�t often that he offered such genuine
sentiments, and the gesture was not lost on Gumshoe.� �I�ve�wanted to tell you that for a while
now, Detective.�� His arms
tightened.� �Thank you.�

�I�� Gumshoe licked his lips.� He was fighting the urge to pull Edgeworth
even tighter against him.� �You�re
welcome, pal,� he replied quietly.� He
tried to smile but it felt shaky at best.�
�Though�I haven�t done anything you should be thanking me for��

�Of course you have.�� Edgeworth sighed; when he shifted the
delicate fabric of his cravat tickled Gumshoe�s throat and made him blush.� �But it�s all right, if you don�t know.�

�Mr. Edgeworth....�� Gumshoe shivered, and finally it was too
much.� His hands slid up to the base of
Edgeworth�s neck, urging him back just enough so he could duck his head and
touch their lips together.� Edgeworth
stiffened in surprised but quickly relaxed again.� A slight tilt of his jaw sealed their mouths
more easily and drew a soft murmur of contentment from the detective.

They separated with twin
gasps, both red-faced and a little short on breath.� �And that,� Gumshoe breathed, his eyes wide
and bright, �I�ve wanted to do for a
while now.�

Edgeworth smiled, drawing his
hands back to instead curl around the front of Gumshoe�s coat collar.� �Is that all?�

Edgeworth pushed up on his
toes to meet him in another kiss.� His
lips were just as full and firm as Gumshoe remembered, possibly even more so,
and he shivered excitedly beneath them.� He
seemed to know just how much pressure exert, what degree to tilt his head.� But when Gumshoe drew his hands down to the
small of Edgeworth�s back, following the curve of his spine, his rhythm
faltered�he paused, separating their lips with a low sigh that was almost a
moan.

The sound of his voice,
however faint, sent a little pulse of heat through Gumshoe�s already taut
body.� For all that Edgeworth�s advances
were doing to him, the thought that he could be just
as enticing to his partner was even more effective.� He stroked the length of Edgeworth�s long
back again, strongly, and shivered when another pleased sigh emptied against
his jaw.� He must really like that�.

Edgeworth abruptly pulled
back, and Gumshoe feared he was about to be teased and sent to bed when he was
suddenly jerked forward by the front of his shirt.� Edgeworth glanced over his shoulder just
enough to see where he was going as he all but dragged Gumshoe into the
apartment�s small living room.� A twist
and a shove sent Gumshoe down onto the sofa, and to his shock Edgeworth quickly
climbed after him.

�M-Mr.
Edgeworth�� Gumshoe
leaned back, squirming and blushing darkly as Edgeworth dropped into his lap,
his knees on either side of his hips.� He
clenched his jaw against making any embarrassing sounds when Edgeworth shifted
and pressed against his groin.� �Are�are
you all right�?��

�Never better,� Edgeworth
assured.� He kissed him hard, full on the
mouth, before switching his attention to the side of Gumshoe�s throat.� �Keep doing that.�

Gumshoe tilted his head back
with a blissful sigh.� �Doing�what?�

Edgeworth took his hands,
guiding them again to the small of his back.�
�That.� God, that feels good�.�

By now Gumshoe was certain
that if his face became any redder, it would be permanent.� �All
the same he quickly complied, massaging from Edgeworth�s shoulders to the curve of his hips, all in one, smooth motion of his
hands.� It seemed to do the
trick�Edgeworth arched his back into the touch, his breath hissing quietly
against Gumshoe�s neck between kisses.� Soon
his long fingers were relieving Gumshoe of his necktie, with much greater ease
than the last time, and then they moved on to his shirt buttons.� The touch of coarse palms against his bared
chest distracted Gumshoe from his massage.�
But when his hands stilled for too long Edgeworth grunted softly and bit
at his lower lip, refusing to keep undressing him until they resumed.� It reminded him vaguely of a spoiled cat.

Edgeworth�s coordination was
impressive to say the least.� Gumshoe was
so enthralled with every drawn out kiss, with just having the opportunity to
touch him so openly, that it took him a while to realize his hands were no
longing running over the thick wool of his suit coat.� Both jacket and vest were suddenly in a pile
on sofa next to him.� When Edgeworth
started to work him out of his own long overcoat he finally had to pull his
hands away from the man�s back.

Edgeworth sighed heavily, and
leaned back so he could tug Gumshoe forward as well.� Together they worked him out of the heavy green
fabric and tossed it aside.

�I�� Gumshoe leaned back against the sofa
again.� His own heavy breathing was
beginning to make him dizzy but he couldn�t help it.� He had never expected a scenario like this to
be played out, let alone imagined that Edgeworth would be so�aggressive.� He grinned weakly and tried to put his
incredulity into words.� �I never
thought�you�.�

Edgeworth�s expression
softened.� He looked amazing: his skin
flushed, his soft silver hair clinging faintly to his cheeks and neck with
perspiration.� But it was the gleam of
affection in his eyes that made Gumshoe wilt all over again, and the next kiss
he offered was slow and even tender.�
�You said I could spend the night,� he reminded in a whisper.

�Yeah�.�� Gumshoe blinked, realizing suddenly that
Edgeworth really did kiss with his eyes open.�
What there was to see when they were so close he had no idea�.� �Of
course.� You can take�.�

Edgeworth cut him off with
another full kiss.� This time he shifted
forward, and in doing so Gumshoe could feel the man�s excitement pressing into
his abdomen.� He flinched as his own body
tightened in kind, and his hands dropped involuntarily to Edgeworth�s hips to
stop him.� �Wait, you mean�.�

Edgeworth pressed his hands
to Gumshoe�s chest, gradually spreading his shirt open so he could slip it off
his shoulders.� Gumshoe was too frozen to
stop him.� �Why not?�

�You mean�.�� Gumshoe�s mind was still slow to comprehend,
and he gulped nervously.� �You want
to�with me?�

His voice had come out so
childishly disbelieving that Edgeworth had to stop what he was doing to laugh.� �You have to ask that now?� he teased.� �After all that?�

Gumshoe glanced away.� �I just didn�t think�.�

Edgeworth kissed the
sensitive skin just below his ear, making his shoulders hitch when it
tickled.� �Does that mean you don�t want
to?�

�No,� Gumshoe said quickly,
his hand curling possessively against Edgeworth�s side.� �No, just�.��
He licked his lips and nodded, mostly to himself.� �I mean, all right.�� He smiled boyishly.� �If�you wanna.�

Edgeworth grinned, and after
relieving Gumshoe of his shirt pushed off of him once more.� �Then let�s find somewhere more
appropriate.�� He took Gumshoe�s hand and
helped him to his feet.

�But�� Gumshoe tried to hang back as Edgeworth led
him into the next room of his small apartment: the barely furnished
bedroom.� There was a tall dresser and a
basket for laundry in the corner, but other than that and a small wastebasket
the room was empty save for a single-sized mattress on a short box spring.� Edgeworth frowned at it thoughtfully.

�I don�t sleep in here,�
Gumshoe explained sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.� �The bed�s too small, so I use the couch�.�

Edgeworth chuckled.� �We�ll just have to make do.�� He toed out of his shoes and climbed onto the
mattress.� �Do you have�?�

�Huh?� Oh, right!��
Gumshoe tugged his shoes off on his way to the dresser, shivering a
little now that he was half bare.� He dug
frantically through his top drawer�he didn�t want to make Edgeworth wait�and
unearthed several condoms and half a bottle of lubricant.� �It�s, um, a little old,� he said
apologetically, bringing them back to the bed.�

Edgeworth glanced over the wrappers and smirked.� �Still good.�� He shoved the articles under Gumshoe�s pillow
and gave his hand a tug.� �But we don�t
need them quite yet.�

Gumshoe let himself be tugged onto the bed.�
He never would have guessed that Edgeworth would be one for this much
foreplay, but he wasn�t about to complain.�
Even more surprising was when Edgeworth stretched out on his back, pulling
the detective over him.

Even now Edgeworth�s deep
kisses left him breathless.� Gumshoe
didn�t notice for once that his feet were hanging off the end of the bed as he
pressed his companion into the mattress with the weight of his body.� Gradually his own hands lost their bashful
nature, and he braced himself on one elbow so he could undo the buttons of
Edgeworth�s dress shirt.� The skin
beneath was warm and smooth, making him feel clumsy and rough by comparison.

When it came time to pull the
shirt off Edgeworth rolled onto his side, stretching his arms back to make it
easy for him.� After it was off he
continued until he was on his stomach.� But
just when Gumshoe thought he might have been expecting another massage
Edgeworth braced his hands against the mattress and pushed up, urging them both
up onto their knees.

Gumshoe followed his
prodding; once he was sitting up Edgeworth leaned back against his chest and
craned his head for another firm kiss.�
Every movement of his body was so fluid and confident Gumshoe was almost
embarrassed.� Determined not to
disappoint he turned to better meet Edgeworth�s mouth and wrapped his arms
around his chest.

When they broke apart again,
he chuckled.� �I can�t keep up with you.�

�Don�t be ridiculous.�� Edgeworth took his hands, drawing down his
body to rest at the hem of his pants.

�Ah�� Gumshoe�s fingers stretched, and without any
further prodding began to undo the buttons beneath them.� �Mr. Edgeworth�?�

�Hmm?�� Edgeworth
settled heavily against Gumshoe�s chest, their faces so close that Gumshoe
could feel his eyelids flutter as he worked his pants down his hips.

�You�re really sure about
this?�� He was probably going to be
admonished again but he asked anyway.

Edgeworth reached up, setting
his palm against Gumshoe�s cheek.�
�Yes.� I am.�

He drew Gumshoe into another
one of his softer kisses, which somehow had a greater impact on the detective�s
already racing heart than any of his more forceful advances thus far.� As their lips met Edgeworth carefully turned
his body about, freeing himself from his pants in the process.� Once they were facing each other his fervor
resumed; he grabbed Gumshoe by the shoulders and twisted them about, so that
this time Gumshoe landed on his back, the slighter weight of Edgeworth�s body
over his.

�They�re under the pillow,�
Edgeworth said.

Gumshoe smiled breathlessly
and reached up, but jumped with a surprised gasp when he felt stern hands
sliding down to his crotch.� He squirmed
as Edgeworth undid and began to remove his pants and underwear.� �You, uh, startled me.�

Edgeworth smiled.� Once he�d tossed the garments aside�along
with his own underwear and both their socks�he turned back, and paused, his
gaze running the length of his comrade�s now naked body.� His eyes thinned slightly when they reached
one spot in particular.

Gumshoe wriggled self
consciously as he finally retrieved the items from earlier.� �Sir�?�

Edgeworth shook himself.� �Nothing,� he said quickly, and after a
moment added, �Consider it a compliment.�

Gumshoe blushed and fumbled
with the condom wrapper.� What�s that supposed to mean?

When he finally got the
wrapper open he started to reach down, only to have it plucked out of his
hand.� �Just get that ready,� Edgeworth
told him, nodded toward the bottle of lubricant.

�S-Sure, pal�� Gumshoe picked it up, but was quickly
distracted watching Edgeworth�s hands.� Even
knowing what was coming he flinched at the first touch to his stiff, sensitive
flesh.� He watched,
toes curling as Edgeworth spread the latex over him.� �Ah�.�

It wasn�t until Gumshoe
handed over the bottle as well that he realized what Edgeworth was preparing
him for, as obvious as it should have been.�
�Wait�you want me to��

Edgeworth closed his hand, slick with cool lubricant, around Gumshoe�s straining
erection.� His smile was deep and almost
sly as he covered him.� �Would you rather
turn over?� he suggested.

Gumshoe couldn�t have replied
if he�d wanted to.� His hands tightened
in the bed sheets beneath them as a faint layer of sweat broke out on his
brow.� The fingers sliding over him were
so strong, so precise in each liquid motion that he could have easily given in
to years worth of guilty fantasy right then.�

�S-Stop,� he gasped
urgently.� �I�.�

He almost groaned in
disappointment when the other actually listened.� But then Edgeworth was climbing over him
again, bracing one hand against his abdomen as he shifted on his knees.� �Take it easy on me,� he said as he reached
behind him, guiding then together. �It�s been a while.�

Gumshoe gulped dryly.� �Y-Yeah�.��
It had been a while for him, too, and he hoped his enthusiasm wouldn�t
get the better of him.� His hands slid to
Edgeworth�s hips to help support him.� He
tried to brace his heels as well but they kept slipping off the bed edge and he
couldn�t bend his knees any further without moving Edgeworth as well.

Edgeworth lowered himself
slowly�agonizingly so, and Gumshoe grimaced as all the muscles of his abdomen
tightened in expectation and restraint.�
The heat gradually surrounding him seemed to erase his every rational
thought.� His head fell back with a quiet
groan but then he couldn�t see his partner, and he struggled to lower his chin
once more.� �M�Mr�.�

Edgeworth hummed thinly.� His brow was creased with concentration but
his eyes were still only half-closed, as always.� Though he looked tense Gumshoe couldn�t tell
if he was in pain.� He suddenly wished he
would have gone through better preparation.�
He was working up to suggest it when Edgeworth began to move again,
lifting up off him just as slowly as he had descended.� The friction quickly reduced Gumshoe�s words
to senseless whimpers of pleasure.

Not unlike their first kiss,
Edgeworth adjusted to his new lover with startling receptiveness.� His jaw unclenched as he came down a second
time, with greater confidence than the first, and then again in a slowly
mounting rhythm.� Gumshoe�s hands were
still tight about his hips but he needed very little guidance.� His pace was steady and Gumshoe was
captivated by the sight of him.�

Edgeworth was not a vocal
lover.� His face was expressive,
tightening faintly with each motion of their bodies, and his breath was heavy
and panting, but he didn�t speak or groan aloud as he might have expected.� It made the room feel hot and tense around
them.� Gumshoe, on the other hand, could
not keep his voice down despite his attempts.�
He bit his lip around each low moan that threatened to leave him every
time Edgeworth clenched around him.�
Holding it back only made his body that much more desperate to cry out, and more than once he stifled his voice against the
back of his hand.

When Gumshoe felt his stamina
running out the pressure building in his stomach became too much.� His heels scratched at the bed and finally
found a reliable foothold with witch to give him proper leverage.� He thrust up into Edgeworth strongly,
surprising him into a soft cry.� The
shudder of pleasure that tiny admission gave him urged Gumshoe to continue,
until his muscles were burning from the strain of arching up into the other man
again and again.

Edgeworth tensed against
him.� By now he was holding his breath
entirely and Gumshoe could feel him trembling beneath his hands.� A few seconds later
Edgeworth gave in with a long, shuddering sigh�hot muscles tightened around his
already over-anxious partner, and this time Gumshoe couldn�t hold back a deep
groan as he finally came.

Neither
moved for a long time, gasping for breath and trying to get their limbs to obey
them once more.� At long last Edgeworth braced his hands
against Gumshoe�s stomach and pushed himself up, only to collapse a moment
later on his side.� He had to grab at
Gumshoe�s arm to keep from rolling off the thin bed.�

Gumshoe glanced
over�Edgeworth�s eyes were finally closed as he panted softly against Gumshoe�s
shoulder.� Despite how much in control he
had been earlier, he looked exhausted and might have even still been shivering
a little.� Gumshoe licked his lips and
tested his voice.� �Hey, pal��

Edgeworth smiled
wearily.� �Yes?�

Gumshoe relaxed a little when
he saw that expression.� With a quiet
murmur he reached down to remove the condom and toss it into the nearby
wastebasket.� �You all
right?� I�didn�t hurt ya, did I...?�

Edgeworth stretched, and
though he groaned softly his expression didn�t change.� �No, I�m fine.�

Gumshoe sighed, relieved�he
felt guilty for getting carried away, but Edgeworth looked so content that he
couldn�t stay worried for long.� He tugged
himself to the edge of the bed to give him more room.� �If you�need anything,� he offered awkwardly,
�just ask.� Something to drink, or if you
wanna shower�.�

Edgeworth shook his head
against the pillow.� �No, I think�I�ll
take a nap first,� he murmured.� He
pushed his sweat-dampened hair away from his face.� �If you don�t mind.�

�All right�.�� Gumshoe watched him a moment, and when
Edgeworth didn�t move again or ask him to give up the bed, he decided it was
all right to stay.� He sighed deeply.� I sill
can�t believe it.� He was grinning,
openly and childishly, as he closed his eyes.�
I still can�t believe we really�.

When Gumshoe awoke some time
later, there was even less light coming through his apartment windows than
before.� He had no idea how long he might
have slept but it seemed like hours, and he felt a little stiff.� Fearing Edgeworth would be worse off than him
he turned, intending to offer him a more practical massage.� But he wasn�t there.

Gumshoe sat up sharply.� Edgeworth wasn�t in the room, but his shirt
and pants were still piled on the floor.�
He wouldn�t have left without them.�
Gumshoe knew that, but that didn�t stave off the sudden fear that he was
alone in the apartment.� With a little
shudder he pushed off the bed and moved into the living room.� �Mr. Edgeworth?�

�Hm?�

Short lived though that
moment of disappointment was, Gumshoe�s sigh of relief
couldn�t have been greater.� Edgeworth
was stretched out on his sofa, his hair freshly cleaned, dressed in a pair of
Gumshoe�s winter pajamas.� The cigarette
between his lips had been smoked halfway, and as Gumshoe came closer he folded
the newspaper he�d been reading over his stomach.� He lifted his eyes.� �What is it?�

�You�.�� Gumshoe smiled, and felt a mysterious sting
at the back of his eyes.� �You�re still
here.�

�Of course I am,� Edgeworth
replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.� He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the
pocket of Gumshoe�s pajamas, and lit one against the butt he was already
smoking.�

�Want one?�

~End
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