It was easy to lose himself in kissing Edgeworth, though tonight he didn't do much more than take the pace and match it, opening himself to advances greedily. The attention that might have gone toward competition turned toward things that wouldn't sent pain blooming out behind his eyes again, and in short order the rest of the buttons on that vest were undone, along with half of the ones on his shirt. He paused to grasp the open edges, one of the buttons digging into his left palm as he broke from the kiss and pulled Miles over him, pressing his mouth to the other man's throat.

"When we get out of here . . ." he finally breathed, lips still brushing skin, in a tone that would have been a threat at any other time.