How is it that the weeks pass so quickly?Title:
City of Angels (Part Two)Author: doctorskuldWord Count:
July 18, 2022Rating:
The first thing he saw out of the gate was the flock of balloons. Then they began to move, bobbing up and down and bumping against each other as the small body attached to them began to move. And that was all the warning he got before Trucy darted through an opening in the crowd, and nearly bowled him over.
The last time Edgeworth had seen Trucy Wright, she must have been at least two inches shorter. As he staggered backwards to catch the girl, he realized how much of a difference that made.
He managed to find his balance without falling over in an undignified heap of girl, ribbon, and balloon, somehow holding both Trucy and his briefcase as he swung her around and ended up dumping both on the ground a little earlier than he expected.
“I missed you, Miles!” Trucy said, landing lightly on her feet despite the unexpected drop. She held forth her hands, and thrust the entire pack of balloons at him at once. He managed to catch a glimpse of a blue beanie and an unshaven chin before “welcome home” written in bubbly, cartoony letters obscured his vision.
“Hey, hey, no Miles-hogging!”
Trucy turned around to stick her tongue out at her father. “Finders keepers, losers weepers, Daddy!”
“What? Daddy doesn’t get a turn?”
Trucy paused, glancing at Miles. “What do you say, Miles?” she asked with a conspiratory whisper.
Edgeworth paused to bat a balloon out of the way. “I think we should make an exception. Just this once.”
“Okay!” Trucy said and stepped aside to let her Daddy give Miles a long and very silent hug. It lasted so long the balloons stilled and she kicked at the floor, starting to get bored. She tugged at them both.
“Daddy! Miles! Come on!” Trucy put her hands on her hips. “Geez, you guys.”
It was good to be home. Pess had been whining the entire trip in the taxi, despite Trucy’s best efforts to reassure her. Having been cooped up for the entire duration of a transatlantic flight, Pess was having none of it—she wanted out and made that known very vocally all the way across town. The house smelled a little musty, but Pess didn’t seem to mind as she practically bounded out of her kennel and shot down the hallway as soon as her door was opened. Trucy chased after her, her socks sliding against the hardwood floors.
“Smells funny in here,” Edgeworth remarked. He looked toward Phoenix.
“I, uh, haven’t had the time to come here as often as I’ve been meaning to,” Phoenix admitted, mustering his best apologetic look.
Edgeworth sighed, supposing that he ought to be known better than to trust Phoenix with taking care of his house. “Well, nothing that opening the windows for a while won’t fix.” He made Phoenix take care of his luggage as punishment, and went about opening every window and checking that everything was in order. There was nothing he wanted more than to drag Phoenix to bed with him, but Trucy and Pess were still running about, feeding on each other’s excitement, and his stomach also kindly reminded him that he had been remiss in taking care of himself.
“Everything else to your approval, Mr. Edgeworth?” Phoenix asked, shambling into the living room and taking a seat on the couch.
“Almost,” Miles replied, walking into the kitchen and poking his head into his liquor cabinet. “Did you drink that bottle of wine I bought for New Year’s?”
Edgeworth walked back into the living room and sagged into the couch next to Phoenix, letting him throw an arm around his shoulders.
Edgeworth shrugged. “It’s not a big deal. I’ll buy another bottle later.”
Without thinking, Edgeworth scooted even closer to Phoenix.
“I must be getting old because the jet lag’s gotten to me.”
Phoenix grinned. “So does that mean you’ll be up all night or out like a light?”
Edgeworth returned the favor and slung an arm around Phoenix’s waist. He leaned his head against Phoenix’s and closed his eyes. “I’m currently leaning toward the latter, though I wish it were the former.”
He did not want to be reminded of how long it had been—more than half a year—since the last time he had sex with Phoenix. If it had been socially appropriate to whine about it, he would have. But unlike Pess, who was now indulging her regained freedom by trotting and exploring the house and trying to decide whether or not she had been here before, Edgeworth had to content himself with copping a feel and simply leaning some of his weight against Phoenix. It briefly crossed his mind to suggest renting a very long movie for Trucy in order to occupy her attentions.
Phoenix turned his head, his lips brushing Edgeworth’s temple. “We could just go to bed now and shut the door.”
“And I’m sure Trucy won’t come knocking, wondering what the heck we’re up to.”
“She’s a big girl,” Phoenix said quietly. “She knows how to take care of herself.”
Miles groaned. Phoenix’s offer was more temptation than he ought to be. He was a better parent—er, parental figure—than that.
“What?” Phoenix asked, suddenly feeling a little defensive.
“I’ll bring it up later,” Edgeworth replied. He found himself unable to resist turning toward Phoenix, shifting his hips and his legs just enough to wrap both of his arms around Phoenix’s shoulders and reach for a—
Miles looked up to find Trucy making a face. She folded her arms across her chest. Pess came in, and sat down at her feet, her tongue lolling out.
“Oh my god, you guys, get a room!”
Edgeworth stripped and collapsed into bed, while Phoenix went across the room to rummage about in the closet. He glanced at the clock and groaned. It was way past his intended bedtime. He put his glasses on the bedstand, and scrubbed his face. “How did we get suckered into watching ‘Pink Princess and Iron Ronin in the Karate Pirate Lair’ along with Trucy? Didn’t we rent that movie just for her?”
“Well, if I recall correctly,” came Phoenix’s voice from the depths of the closet, “you’re the one who caved in when Trucy begged to spend more time with you. I still stayed even after Trucy declared that she didn’t care about what I did, so if there’s a sucker in this room, it’s probably not you. Ah ha, here it is.” A few moments later, Phoenix emerged with a box in both hands. He walked over and placed it on his side of the bed, lifting its lid off and tossing it aside with a grand flourish he must have picked up from Trucy.
Edgeworth looked in the box and then back at the clock.
“Well?” Phoenix asked. “Are we feeling that early morning jet-lag second wind yet?”
“Hold on, Phoenix, I’m trying to decide.”
“The only words I have to say to you are: ‘January 3rd.’ I’m sure you can do the math in your head.”
“You didn’t have to go reminding me.”
“On the contrary,” Phoenix said with a grin, drawing a pair of black, nylon and leather wristcuffs from the box, “I think you needed that little piece of evidence to make up your mind.” He gave the cuffs a shake and their metallic D-rings jangled. “You’ve been looking forward to this all year, and you know it.”
The intensity of Edgeworth’s glare did not fade one bit as he sat up and thrust both of his wrists forward.
“I knew you’d see things my way,” said Phoenix, badly masking his smugness as he wound both cuffs around Edgeworth’s wrists, and got out the rope.