Disclaimer: The characters belong to Capcom.
A/N: I'm taking a break from long fics, if I even decide to write another long one. Married To Law will serve as my repository of inane, mostly plotless, maybe brainstorming ideas that are too short to be made into full fledged fics. The characters involved will mainly be Phoenix, Edgeworth, Franziska, and Maya...because those are the ones I find easiest to write. But, who knows. Anyway, here's the first of this collection.
Pairing: Edgeworth x Maya (I know! I'm sorry! But I love them! I'll write other pairs, I promise.)
It was 3:00 a.m. in the morning. Edgeworth threw off the covers groggily; he'd been waking up off and on for the last few hours. He was probably coming down with something.
A mewl of complaint turned his head to the side, where his startled eyes found the sleeping figure of a young woman. Maya. His lips quirked at the sight of her Pink Princess pajamas as she curled into a ball with her back to him. Silly, but he harbored no objections to her attire. He liked pink.
Edgeworth slid out of bed and pulled the covers back over her. He was still getting accustomed to sharing his bed with someone else. Covering a huge yawn behind his hand, he went to the bathroom to do his business quickly so that he could get back into the comforting warmth between the sheets.
But when he returned to the bedside he saw that Maya had rolled over to his side—she was still curled up in a ball with the blankets obscuring everything save for a thin stream of dark hair across the pillows. He pulled down the blanket just enough to peer at her sleeping face. How was he supposed to get back in without disturbing her? He let out a small sigh through his nose. I suppose I'll have to crawl over her. He frowned at the indignity of the image. Well. No one would see.
He put a hand down and began to hoist himself carefully over the balled-up form. Conveniently, she chose just then to roll over to the middle so that he was frozen in a rather awkward position above her. He had a hand and a leg on either side of her, and as he stared gapingly at the only visible part of her body—the top of her head—an embarrassed flush began to streak its way across his cheeks.
Don't wake up, he implored her silently as he began to extract himself from the bed. But in a way that could only be described as "Maya", the girl rolled over again back to her side, forcing the prosecutor to spread himself even wider.
"Argh," he muttered. It was cold and he was beginning to really feel it. To hell with embarrassment; they'd been sleeping together for several months already. He flipped over to his side and pulled down the blankets in a firm jerk. Maya flinched at the sudden exposure and cracked her eyes blearily.
"Uhhh?" Her voice was thick and squeaky with sleep.
Edgeworth paused at the sound. It was adorable. I should do that more often, he thought nastily.
"Maya," he murmured, dropping into bed beside her and pulling the covers over them both. "I would kindly appreciate it if you allowed me to sleep in my own bed."
"Hnnh?" She was already dozing off again. So oblivious. Edgeworth scooted over and pinched her cheek. Her eyes flew open in surprise. "Oww, why'd you do that?" she demanded in her squeaky voice.
Edgeworth smirked and kissed her chastely on her warm forehead. It felt so good to his chilled skin. "Because," he said against her brow, "this is my bed. While I am more than willing to share it with you, I expect to be able sleep in it as well."
Maya peered at him through one drowsy eye, the other shut tight. "Sorry," she muttered petulantly.
The man regarded the woman through half-lidded eyes. "Maybe pinching you wasn't enough to get my message across?"
She stared at him for a few moments, digesting the subtle hint in his tone. He was still looking at her with those lidded eyes. She blushed furiously and then socked him in the shoulder, burying her face in his chest. She mumbled something incoherent.
Edgeworth only smirked again as they fell back into contented sleep.