Summary: After Miles Edgeworth returns back from his studies abroad, Phoenix makes it her mission to spend some time with her old friend she's had a crush on for as long as she can remember. Maya believes that Phoenix should go for it and confess her feelings, but sometimes romance and relationships aren't as simple, easy and happy endings as shown in romance movies or novels, even if the other shares those same feelings. After all, it also means respecting your significant other's personal space, feelings and wishes above your own.

Wrightworth; Fem Phoenix Wright

It feels like it has been forever since the last I saw Miles. He was defending Iris in my stead, while I was recovering from a flu. It's still unbelievable how I manage to survive things like poison, being whipped a dozen times in court, being hit over the head with a fire extinguisher, have piping hot coffee thrown at me and recently having fallen 40 feet into an icy cold, ragging river that could've killed me. Pearls has mentioned that the magatama does include some form of protection, but I still don't quite understand it and I still don't understand how I could've survived swallowing a small glass bottle of poison. Then again, there really wasn't that much inside and it probably dried up by the time I did swallow it.

Sometimes I feel I've become naive and stupid whenever I become close with someone. I wasn't in love with Dahlia, but we were very close friends. I loved her dearly, only to find out she was trying to kill me, then find out five years later that the girl I was close with was Iris. It only proved how naive and stupid I am when I'm very emotionally close with someone. Miles is another example. I've known him for practically all of my life and had the biggest crush on him as a young girl. I still have some feelings for him and dream of us sharing promise rings, holding hands and perhaps have my first kiss.

Even so, Miles is still my friend and I know I shouldn't be pushing my own dreams on him. He's not like Larry. He's not looking for love. I'm not either, but I can't assume that Miles shares the same wishes and dreams I have. We do work at two different positions in law. It's not to say I won't spend time with him or call him when I have the chance. I always take the time to text or call him during my private times. It's always exciting when he texts me back or calls me on the phone.

Speaking of which, Miles' plane should be landing soon. He did text me the time it would take for him to arrive before his plane took off. Maya says I should tell Miles how I feel and him texting or calling me almost all the time is a sign that he really likes me. Not that I don't believe her, but I don't want to pressure Miles. Even if he does really like me or see me the way I see him, it doesn't mean he wants to take me out or share a kiss with me. I'm sure Maya will understand once she gets older. At least she didn't pull a Pearls. When I first met Pearls, she was very shocked, because she thought Nic was a mister and Maya's special someone. Silly girl. I suppose my name and title name sound gender neutral names, though I spell my name without a k compared to the male form of the name, though I think Phoenix is more of a feminine name, while Nic is short for Nicole. At least I'm not a reverse trap.

I'm not in my usual blue suit and skirt, in case you were wondering. I'm wearing a light gray hoody over a loose white under shirt with jean caprices and gray crocs. Because of how unmanageable my hair tends to be, I tend to pull it back into a ponytail. I do the same thing in court. If not, my hair tends to be all over the place.

I watched the plane land. I took out my phone and text right away, 'I saw the plane land. Are you there? I'mat the Gate.'

After some time, I got a text back, reading, 'Yes, but why are you at the Gate? I told you I would be busy.'

'Not working. Aren't I allowed to spend time with my friends? >:( '

After a minute or two, I received a text back, reading, 'it's not that I don't appreciate your time with me.'

I smiled as I waited outside the Gate where everyone was exiting out. After some time, I found Miles being one of the first ones out. It's no surprise. I figured he would order First Class. Miles was originally going to fly on iFly Airlines, but there was some strange cancellation or something. He took the next flight available that was a much smaller plane.

"So, how was your trip?" I asked.

"Hm? It was alright, I suppose. We hit some turbulence, but I think I'll live," Miles replied. He seemed very tired. Probably from jet lag.

"Oh? I guess turbulence feels similar to an earthquake, huh? Well, at least it's over. Do you have luggage you need to get from the terminal?"

"Just one."

"Okay. Here, I'll take your briefcase to lighten the load."

"Wh- Wright, don't be absurd! I can carry my own stuff! I'm not a dainty woman!"

"I didn't mean that, Mr. Macho-That-Came-Out-of-a-18th-Century-Novel. You look tired and it's just a brief case. I'd expect the luggage in the terminal to be much heavier, right? Or, do you believe this dainty woman is strong enough to carry that big ol' luggage?" I asked, showing my bratty smirk.

"We- Eh- Uh- Um... Neh!" Miles stuttered, shooting me a glare, as I sighed, crossing my arms.

"You know, maybe studying in Germany wasn't such a good idea. I can't understand a word you're saying," I teased.

"Fine! If you insist," Miles finally agreed in defeat as he handed me his brief case and I carried it for him, while following him to the terminal.

Miles was able to get his luggage before making his way to the parking lot. Detective Gumshoe must've parked his car inside somewhere for him to pick it up. Since his previous sports car was literally a crime scene, he bought himself a brand new car. I've never been in it personally, but I've only had Miles come see me two times throughout the two years he's been away abroad. It's hard to believe it's only been two years since the last we've hung out with each other normally.

I still remember when I first faced him in court to defend Maya. Just watching Miles face me was painful. Maya and everyone else saw him as a complete stuck-up jerk, but I could read that it was all a facade and a cry for help. I just didn't know how to reach him. Then, I heard on the News of Miles being arrested for murder. I knew, of all people, Miles wasn't capable of murder. He kept pushing me away, until I finally found the truth of DL-6. That was when he finally opened up to me for the first time in 15 years.

Even after that case, I could see that Miles was still somewhat in pain. That case had truly discouraged him, especially the Lana Skye case. It especially hurt when Miles just left like that with only a single note that read: Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth Chooses Death. That really hurt, especially because I really did fall for him... hard. I am glad he apologized in his own way, but it was still painful. Even now I can't be sure if Miles will leave me like that again. But, he did help me out in that Matt Engard Case, so...

"You sure are quiet," Miles said as soon as we reached his car.

"Huh?" I responded as Miles opened the trunk to put his luggage in.

"You're usually talkative. Is everything alright?" Miles asked. While his facial expression seemed unconcerned, his voice sounded very worried. It's how I know that his concern is genuine.

"I'm fine. Just... thinking about everything that's happened," I replied, showing my brightest smile as I handed Miles his briefcase.

"Hm," Miles replied, closing his trunk and walking to the driver's seat. I made my way to the backseat before being stopped by his voice. "You can sit in the front, if you'd like."

"Oh, thank you," I said naturally, moving to the front seat. I normally would sit in the front like I do when it's Larry driving, but I didn't want to make Miles uncomfortable. This is actually the first time he's ever driven me anywhere. Usually, I ride my bike or take a bus.

"Do you need to be somewhere?"

"Na. It's fine. I just want to catch up on lost times. I mean... you practically left without saying goodbye and not in the most orthodox way, mind you," I said, scrunching my lips.

"I... see. We can go to Eldoon's Noodles, if you'd like."

"Maybe later. You look exhausted. We can go to your place and you can rest, while I watch some Educational Children's Theatre reruns," I suggested. It wasn't something too unordinary. I mean Larry and I did break into Miles' apartment onetime when he had the flu.

"W-Wri- I'm completely fine!"

"Those dark circles tell me otherwise and, if you keep glaring like that, you're gonna create a dimple mark right here that will stay permanent," I teased, pointing my finger between my eyebrows, while sticking out my tongue.

"Very funny." 

"Also, I'm not working. You don't have to call me Wright when I'm not working. Remember when you used to call me Nikki?" I asked with a grin.

"We were 8. That was different!"

"How? Larry still calls me Nic and Maya does too. At least call me Phoenix, if calling me Nic or Nikki is sooooooo embarrassing," I said, rolling my eyes. Miles sighed.

"I'm not embarrassed... Nicole," Miles replied, defeated as I smiled brightly.

"See! That wasn't so hard."

"Hm," Miles responded as the car approached his apartment.

Just like before, I helped carry in his briefcase, while he carried his suitcase. We eventually entered inside his house as I placed his briefcase near his desk. I took off my hoody, then tied it to my waist as Miles hung his coat. He looked at my direction, then turned his eyes away. I stared at him, confused.

"Miles?" I asked.

"Your... bra straps are showing," Miles stated.

"Well... yeah, it's spaghetti strap. It was getting warm..." I said, but stopped when I noticed his discomfort. Larry never responded like this. I untied the hoody. "I'll put on..."

"N-No no... just... I'm going to bed," Miles stated, walking into his bedroom before closing the door.

I plopped on the couch, feeling discouraged. Man, I really messed up, didn't I? I'm so stupid! Of course Miles was going to feel awkward! This guy was raised in 18th century culture of  his so called rich aunt. Okay, maybe not to THAT extreme, it wasn't like the women had to where corsets or anything, but still. Miles has always had a Conservative way of doing things compared to most men. I've always respected that and I feel too many women take that kind of thing for granted.

I've always seen how other women look at Miles. He's obviously handsome and I can't name any woman who wouldn't want a piece of him. Then, as soon as they see the real Miles, they turn away, because he's arrogant, stuck-up, unsocial, intimidating and doesn't care about anyone but himself. I still remember watching the trial when he defended Iris in my stead and asked Sister Bikini how long she was in the hot tub before being whipped and called out for being perverted by Franziska and the Judge. For goodness sakes alive, Pot call the Kettle black why don't cha!? The same judge, who made goo-goo eyes at Dahlia and took her side, while I was sitting in the dust with a cold. Then Franziska, the same woman, who defended the same witness for having a name like Bikini, claiming anyone who thinks something perverse from it is a pervert themselves. It's no wonder Miles is turned off by romance! I would too, if everyone kept assuming I was being perverted just for asking how long someone was taking a bath.

Sighing, I hugged my hoody before slowly putting it on. I didn't want to come out as someone discouraging Miles for being Miles Edgeworth. There is no one I know of that's as sweet and caring as he is, even if he does have a strange way of showing it. I wish there was a way I can show him that. I wish there was a way I can show him how much I love and respect him for who he is.

After some time, I finally turned on the TV and watched some reruns of my favorite show. Afterwards, I just changed the channel from the News to game shows like The Price is Right, Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy. My arms got toasty, so I decided to wear it like a cape, so my bra straps wouldn't show. I was so hooked onto the shows that I jumped as soon as a collared white buttoned, short-sleeved shirt landed on my lap. I turned and saw Miles, who just woke up.

"Franziska sometimes comes over. I believe you and her share the same shirt size," Miles said.

I blushed slightly, then smiled and replied, "thank you."

"Y-You're welcome and... I'm sorry for..."

"You have nothing to feel sorry for. Really," I replied, smiling as I took the shirt on my lap and went to the bathroom real quick to change. I could see a small, relieved smile upon his lips before I entered into the bathroom.

It's this side to Miles that reminds me why I fell for him. He's so much more caring and gentle than he comes across. It's easy to assume he isn't, because he's not good at expressing himself in his body language, words and tone. He might seem angry at first glance when he's actually sad and lonely on the inside. Only Larry and I notice that.

Coming out of the restroom, I noticed Miles with two cups, one in each hand. I asked, "you made tea?"

"For me. I know you're more of a coffee person, though I didn't put anything in it, in case you were wondering," Miles said, giving me the cup of coffee in my hand on a small saucer. He always was more high class and luxurious.

"Hehehe thank you," I replied, pouring in my sugar and milk from the kitchen.

"Do you... um... visit Larry... like that?"

"Yeah, though he's stopped trying to chase me in late High School once he um... saw I was into... someone else. High School, you know?" I replied, showing a slight blush. I wasn't going to tell Miles it was him and that Larry completely gave up once I decided I was going to become a lawyer. Larry isn't very good at taking no for an answer, but he knows that once I set my mind on something, then nothing anyone says or does will stop me. He respects that.

"Hm."

It's hard reading Miles sometimes. I can read him better than most people, but at times, I wonder what it is he's thinking in his head. I wondered if maybe he was jealous of Larry, but he seemed... neutral. I guess it would be silly to be jealous over someone, who had a crush on me in High School. I'm sure he had his share of girls that crushed on him... and still does. Though, Miles has never responded to any romantic advances and many times he doesn't even read them.

I remember Detective Gumshoe once mentioning to me how Miles will charm young women without knowing he's doing it. I mean... I guess I could see that happening, but Miles has never done that to me before as far as I know. He's always treated me the same as he always has. Then again, we are childhood friends, so maybe he doesn't feel like he has to put a front with me? I don't think I've ever done anything that charmed any guy, except maybe Larry, but he gets charmed by anything someone with a double X chromosome does.

"Are you alright? You seem quiet again," Miles asked.

"Ah, na, I'm fine. Just thinking is all. This is good coffee," I said, grinning. I realized just now that I'm a little bit nervous.

"Hm. What is it you're thinking about?"

"Oh um..." I replied, finding myself growing nervous. Great, now he's asking what it was I was thinking. Um... make it sound normal. Don't be awkward. "Just... High School and... craziness. Hahaha I used to be part of Drama and Theatre, you know."

"... I can see that. You once said you wanted to become an actress."

"Yeah hehe, I did. But, you know, changed my mind once I grew a little older."

"What made you decide to become a Defense Attorney?"

"W-Well, um... you already know about the class trial. Um... I guess I just... wanted to save people. You know? When I saw you on the Newspaper, I thought, 'what if that were one of my other friends?' I didn't know any Defense Attorney at the time and the one I had that one time, Mia Fey, she came to my aid without me calling her."

"Hm."

"I realize now it was because of Dahlia. She'd been following her," I said, sighing sadly. "That was a mess."

"It's alright," Miles replied, smiling, then looked out the window behind me. "My, late already. You should be getting home."

"Oh right! Ugh, lost track of time," I groaned.

"Also, Eldoon's is probably closed now."

"R...ight," I said, then perked out. "No big deal. I actually enjoyed our time right now. It was fun."

"... Are you off Saturday?"

"Yeah. You want to go to Eldoon's then?"

"I did promise you I would and I'm a man of my word."

"Alright then, it's a done deal," I smirked and I saw a smile on Miles' face that made me proud.

Words cannot express how I feel about Miles. He took me home that night and I woke up the next day before going to work. I told Maya about everything that happened. She seemed excited.

"That's great, Nic! Did you tell him?" Maya asked.

"No Maya, I haven't," I replied, rolling my eyes.

"Ugh, I swear you two. You have to tell him, Nic. You're going to regret it, if you don't."

"I don't just want to tell him, Maya. I want to show him. And, besides, didn't you already try telling him, after he rescued you from De Killer?" I asked, smirking at Maya.

"I DID! He just dismissed it like it was nothing!" Maya cried with puffy cheeks as I laughed.

"I warned you he wasn't the romantic type."

"It's one thing to be a hopeless romantic, but Edgeworth is more clueless than... a clueless guy oblivious of his best friend's crush on him!"

"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight," I smirked sarcastically, while watering Charley.

Not that Miles isn't aware of my feelings, but... he doesn't really know how to respond to romance. I warned Maya, but she's stubborn as always, then was royally disappointed when she realized that Miles and I still haven't gone steady. Miles dismissed Maya's claim, then went about his day like he never had that conversation with Maya. This is exactly why I didn't just want to admit my feelings to Miles. How would it be any different from what the number of his fan girls do daily? 

"Geez, this tension is killing me! I swear, if neither one of you doesn't start making a move right now, I'm going to force the both of you on a blind date or... something!"

"Maya, I don't think that's how it works in real life."

"But, I can't stand seeing you swooning over the love of your life and going nowhere with him, because he's oblivious to your feelings."

"I... wouldn't put it like that, Maya. It's just... he's a bit slow on that kind of thing."

"A bit?"

"Well, he has been studying for two years abroad. I'm sure if he was given an extra year with me, something would've happened," I shrugged.

"That's no excuse! You two should be being all lovey dovey, cuddling up on the couch, sharing a blanket, going on romantic dates, bringing you flowers, giving you your first kiss."

"That doesn't mean I should rush him. I mean... I don't want to push my own fantasies on Miles just because I want them. Even if he likes me, I need to give him the space he needs, so that he doesn't feel pushed to a corner."

"How much of this space are you going to give him before something happens?"

"Before you know it, Maya," I winked.

"That doesn't tell me anything!" Maya whined.

"And, whining isn't going to make the toilet cleaner," I smirked slightly as Maya gave me a glare and puffy cheeks.

"Not funny!"

"I was being serious," I grinned as I heard a humph from Maya, while she entered into the bathroom with the toilet cleaner. I giggled. Some things never change.

Saturday finally came and I decided to find something different to wear. I didn't want to wear a spaghetti strapped undershirt again, after what happened last time. Though, there was one particular shirt I wanted to wear. The only issue was that Miles might feel awkward with me wearing this. I don't think it should as long as my bra straps aren't showing. Smiling, I decided to wear it, then wore a light blue hoody over it with some sandals.

I saw Miles car as soon as he text me he had arrived. Excited, I ran over to the car and got in, front seat this time now that I know he doesn't mind. As promised, he took me to Eldoon's Noodle and ordered the both of us whatever we wanted. Normally, women would expect Miles to take me to a fancy five star restaurant or something fancy, but he worked differently from most men. He wasn't a woman pleaser or someone that enjoyed socializing with other people. If he did socialize, it was always with someone he was genuinely close to and he would rather take them places or do things for them that would demonstrate how much he cares about them. It would even be places he doesn't like.

Eldoon's wasn't just any noodle stand, it was the main hangout  where Miles, Larry and I always went to. I now often go with Maya, but it was always the main hangout I would go to with my friends. Miles could have taken me anywhere, but chose to take me to the very place where it all started. He and Larry were the first friends I ever had in my life and this was the place we always went to after school.

"Thanks for this, Miles. You really didn't have to, you know," I grinned.

"Hm," Miles responded, eating his noodles.

"You always seem to say that. Is that your signal for thinking?"

"It's my response for not knowing what else to say. I'm... not very good with socializing."

"I know. Still, when you do, you're always doing your best."

"Hm."

"There you go again," I grinned as Miles gave me a slight glare of annoyance. "Sorry."

"N-No, it's fine... just... embarrassing, I suppose."

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about. I think it's cute."

"Uh... um... thank... you," Miles replied, acting all nervous and I could see a hint of blush on his cheeks.

"Um... Nicole... what is your opinion on... romance... dating?" Miles asked, staring at his bowl of noodles.

"Dating? ... I suppose it depends on the couple," I shrugged, putting some noodles in my mouth. I wasn't a romantic like Larry or a dreaming one like Maya, but it wasn't to say there wasn't someone I was interested in or that I wasn't interested in finding the right one. "I... suppose if there was someone I was interested in... it would be someone I would dedicate my entire life to fully." I wasn't sure, but I think I was smiling a little when I said that.

"... I'm sure he'd be very lucky to have someone like you," Miles replied quietly, showing a small smile.

"What about you?"

"You already know my thoughts," Miles humphed.

"But... what if you did find someone, at least one person, you'd be interested in."

"... I think she should find someone better."

"Hm? What do you mean?" I asked curiously.

"I'm not an easy person to be with, Nicole. You know that," Miles replied, glaring at me, but not as intensely as usual. "I'm not good at socializing, let alone having the experience of Dating 101. After my father died, I was raised by my abusive Aunt, who often threw me in the fireplace as a young boy, while the coals were still hot. I grew bitter in my youth and depended on my father's killer in order to live and have a place to go. Von Karma taught me to trust in no one, but myself. Even the detective I trusted only tolerates me, but knows I... I can be very mean, nasty, cruel. No woman or man would ever want to love someone like me. Even Franziska has accepted she'll never be loved either... Well, maybe Lang can handle her better than most. I don't know."

"So? You think anyone else in this world, man or woman, aren't mean or cruel behind closed doors?" I asked with unwavering eyes. Miles stared at me in complete shock.

"I..."

"Newsflash, Pretty Boy, we all are horrible people. Heck, I don't even know how Maya can stand to be around me. I'm very sarcastic half the time, I troll everyone and make them do stuff just to get them out of my hair and when I'm angry I can be pretty insensitive and mean. You can ask Franziska. I told her, when we first met, that her father is gone and that she should get over it. I still haven't apologized for it and I'm not going to, because I don't regret telling her that after what she's been putting me through. Even so, I know what I did was wrong. Oh, and let's not forget the way I treated you when you finally showed up after being gone from a whole year without calling me or warning me before leaving that freakin' suicide note. Honestly, I don't think dating or relationships are about being the perfect companion, because that's just being unrealistic. I think it's about being for the person in their worst of times, whether they're sad, angry, having a bad day, jealous... lonely... in pain... suffering. If you can make their day just a little bit better and know she will make yours just a little bit better, then... it should be every reason why you want to be with her every waking moment."

"... I... suppose that is one way of looking at it," Miles muttered, eating a bit more of his noodles. I smiled a bit, eating more of my noodles until my bowl was all clean. "Nicole."

"Hm?" I replied, looking directly at Miles, who then gave me a bright smile.

"Since we are at the Park, would you... like to stay for a while? We can sit over by the lake, maybe skip some rocks like old times."

"Hee hee sure, I'd love to," I grinned excitedly as I began seeing a small smile on Miles' face.

After finishing our bowls, Miles and I walked over to the lake. Miles was gathering a few rocks, while I took off my hoody and tied it around my waist. He looked over at me and stared at me strangely. Oh no, is this shirt really too much? It's a casual white tank top with a V neck and small pink flowers along the front. It's not spaghetti strapped, so my bra is fully covered.

"Is this too much?" I asked, feeling embarrassed.

"N-No, it's... you look pretty," Miles muttered shyly as I noticed some pink dust on his cheeks. I felt my face turn pink at that moment.

"Th-Thank you," I stuttered as I walked up to Miles, who gave me a few rocks he was carrying.

I began throwing the first rock, which sank to the bottom. I sighed. I never was good at this. Miles and Larry were always better at this than me. Miles threw his, which skipped a few times. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Show off," I said as a smirk grew upon those lips. I couldn't help, but giggle just a little bit.

I began trying to skip the rock again, but like last time, it sank to the bottom. So, I took another rock, but this time, I felt someone's hand gently stop me. I flinched, then looked at Miles, who gently guided my hand and arm.

"Easy on the wrist," Miles instructed quietly. Then, he gently moved the position of my body by my waist. "Move your hips like this to make it easy to aim when you skip. Now, it is all in the wrist." I shyly nodded, then listened as he moved my wrist in a slow-flickering way. "Make sure to bend down." I bent down a little. "You got this?"

"Y-Yes," I stuttered as I felt Miles let go of me and I threw the rock as he instructed. My eyes widened as I watched the rock skip at least two times. "I did it!"

"As I told you, it's all in the wrist,"Miles smirked braggadociosly, but I was so excited about my first successful rock-skip that I found myself hurling into his arms joyfully. I was laughing before realizing what I just did.

"Oh, Miles, I..." I said, looking up at Miles, who was taken aback by my hug. He smiled, shaking his head.

"It's alright," Miles assured me, then held me back. I found myself slowly melting into his arms, my eyes closing as I took in the only closeness I can ever have with him. "Nicole..."

"Hm?" I responded, looking up and giving us a bit of space, while still holding onto each other.

"I'd... like... for us to do something like this again some other time, if you don't mind," Miles said, his expression seemingly full of peace and happiness.

"I'd love that," I replied.

"... there's... also something else... I'd like to do."

"And, what would that be?" I asked, tilting my head.

"May I?" Miles asked softly as he began growing closer to me. I felt myself freeze that very moment. I knew what he was about to do and all I could do was nod before our lips touched. My first kiss.

I have to admit, my first kiss was not what I expected. It was strange at best. Maybe it's because I've never kissed anyone and I don't think Miles has either. Nope, he definitely is new to this too. I could feel some wetness and a bit of hardness from his teeth. We parted and I could feel both of us blushing.

"I... don't think that's how it's supposed to go," Miles said, feeling embarrassed.

"S-Sorry, it's my first time," I apologized.

"No, it's mine too. L-Let's try again. Maybe more lip."

"Like this?" I asked, puckering my lips.

"Y-Yes. That," Miles replied, then we kissed again. This time, I only felt the softness of his lips.

"Hehehe I think we did better that time," I said encouragingly as Miles smiled a bit, some blush dusting his cheeks.

"I... I wouldn't mind... you know...being your boyfriend, if that's what you want. We did just kiss, after all."

"Agreed. We'll need promise rings."

"Yes. I'll order us some. Your ring finger is 6 millimeters around. It shouldn't be hard."

"So much for avoiding romantic relationships, huh Pretty Boy," I teased.

"I should be blaming you for that."

"Me?"

"Yes, you... you always make me see things from a different angle, then turn it around. I'm not going to be easy to be with and I certainly don't expect you to be either, but..."

"But what?" I asked before Miles held me in his arms.

"If we can make each other happy ,make our horrid days a little worth while..." Miles confessed in a tiny, soft, vulnerable voice that made me shiver. "I wouldn't mind spending every waking moment with you."

A/N: I had done a Wrightworth fic with Fem Edgeworth, so now it's Phoenix's turn to play the girl, though I decided to take this in a unique direction. I've read a lot of Wrightworth fics and many of them always have it where the main conflict focuses on confession and maybe I'm just getting old, but confessions are actually the easiest part. For one, even with rejections, they're not always because of not finding the other person attractive or not liking the confessor back. In High School, I rejected my crush (yes, I rejected my crush's advances. WHAT A TWIST!), because I wasn't ready to be in a committed relationship and my crush was having issues of his own. I decided to tell this kind of story from a different perspective. Instead of it focusing on whether or not either of them will confess, it focuses on readiness. It also includes a bit of pointers on how a lady should respect their man that doesn't feel like it came from Shakespeare's Taming the Shrew or teaching a lady to expect the man to respect her. Just like how a man should be respectable toward a lady, a lady should also be respectable toward a man. For instance, Phoenix offering to carry Edgeworth's lightest load to not damage his pride and agreeing to cover her bra straps to not make Edgeworth uncomfortable. I know this is a heterosexual relationship, but I am not gay and I don't know the differences on how a lady should respect a lady or how a man should respect a man in a gay dating situation compared to a heterosexual dating. I think I'll let the actual homosexuals or bisexuals take over that one lolz.