It was better than ever before. The previous day's had been nothing but timid touches, tiptoeing lip upon lip, a faint rustle as opposed to whatever was happening now. Kissing had never been so exquisite - for this was truly kissing, describable by its true verb form as opposed to a forest of scattered lexicon; kissing was a passionate entangled embrace, in this context, a shared glass of wine, a cuddle by a warm fireplace, a defiant act of protest. There was no conformity, no sanity - simple shared understanding. It was their new breed of noises, soft whispers, mumbles, against the other's soft lips, their new form of body language, soft and trailing fingers, exposure of soft flesh that would usually be deemed off limits. Kissing, by their shared definition, was tastefully offensive. An embrace in every single aspect noticeable, in lips, in bodies, in whole. This was not simply an acceptance of mutual emotion - it was unity. Promise of protection. Promise of a future. Promise of no more lonely mornings spent being disappointed by a bank balance.

As one hand moved, the other's body shifted to accommodate the action. Phoenix was happily strewn out on the grass beneath Edgeworth, who was happily kissing every inch of Phoenix he could salvage. The precipitation was no longer created by cloudy grey skies, but by lighter, brighter ones - starkly contrasting. One might say that both skies have the same outcome - the same precipitation - but, if they had been there and witnessed how the pair's sobbing, scrunched up, expressions had transformed into beaming ones of complete and utter trust, then they would immediately understand the fundamental difference. Partnership. They eventually stopped, their drunken and desperate antics slowing to a natural, mutual halt before gazing at each other, dazed;
"What did you say there? I didn't quite catch it," Phoenix's breathy and, in Edgeworth's eyes, rich voice rose.
"What?"
"When you kissed me.. You were mumbling,"
"Oh, that. I was promising I'd never leave you alone again," Phoenix smiled whole-heartedly.
"And saying how gorgeous you look, and how much of brilliant kisser you are..." Another wave of tears streaming down Edgeworth's stunning, attractive, handsome face;
"I love you so much." Edgeworth sweetly kissed Phoenix again, slowly, who warmly smiled and welcomed the gesture.
"I love you too, Miles." Phoenix's blushing cheeks glowed radiantly along with those happy, enticingly quirked, lips.
"What were you saying?"
"Huh?"
"You were also mumbling things."
"Oh, I was apologising for not trusting you and for lying about my feelings for you," Phoenix gently eased Edgeworth down again into another quick, fumbling kiss filled with many mutual satiated grins;
"And I was also complimenting how incredible and attractive you are." Edgeworth beamed. Purely.
"I love you."
"I love you." And moved off of Phoenix, lying with a warm and spiky-haired head upon his chest.
"You know how earlier I said I'd brought you here for me to apologise?" A voice rose eventually after a stagnant while.
"Yeah?"
"I lied." Phoenix scrunched up those exquisitely shaped eyebrows.
"I brought you here so that I could confess and... Hopefully get you to confess, too." Edgeworth grinned as he looked directly at Phoenix who hit him (playfully though, of course, with no real force applied);
"You jerk!" Edgeworth snorted in amusement.
"It's not funny, you lied to me...!" Phoenix's act fell to pieces when he met Edgeworth's eyes, resulting in a fit of giggling hysterics. Through the chuckling, Edgeworth managed to sneakily add;
"I know this is a bad time to be asking, but are we going to... You know... Do that at some point, since we're boyfriends now?"

Phoenix gave him a hard thump for that one.

"Maybe, maybe even tonight if you can get me drunk enough!"
"Is that a challenge?" Phoenix sat up and Edgeworth followed suit, both smirking, both content.
"I don't know, guess you'll have to find out."

And then Phoenix honest-to-god winked.

-FIN