Phoenix leaned into the kiss harder than even he expected to - it was firmness or melting into insensibility at those words, and he chose the former. Relief snaked down his spine at the familiar retreat into that world that was nothing but the ordered chaos of tongues and lips and teeth, the almost-familiar taste of another mouth.
There'd been a time when he had barely been able to imagine himself so knowledgeable and sure here, organizing rescue parties and charging through darkened hallways full of monsters. It was the same time when he hadn't been able to imagine kissing Miles Edgeworth, or being allowed to kiss him. Those certainties, little less than a week old, seemed ancient and fragile now, fossils of strange and simple creatures.
Being kissed held an immediacy that was soothing - no past recrimination, no future threat, no questions, no evasion. He half-turned into the embrace, hands moving on autopilot to brace him against the solidity of a hip and a thigh.
Re: Inside M92
There'd been a time when he had barely been able to imagine himself so knowledgeable and sure here, organizing rescue parties and charging through darkened hallways full of monsters. It was the same time when he hadn't been able to imagine kissing Miles Edgeworth, or being allowed to kiss him. Those certainties, little less than a week old, seemed ancient and fragile now, fossils of strange and simple creatures.
Being kissed held an immediacy that was soothing - no past recrimination, no future threat, no questions, no evasion. He half-turned into the embrace, hands moving on autopilot to brace him against the solidity of a hip and a thigh.