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bonnefoisTitle: Hangry and Other Words That Start With H
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/pairing: Nahyuta/Ema
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 8400
Summary: Jetlagged and super cranky after excessive air travel, Ema snaps in more than one (sexy) way.
Author's note:
OblivionIsAtHand wanted me to finish some monk fic, so have this defiling.
I started this last year when my stress level hit maximum. One day I will unleash the rest of that time wrought...
Don't @ me, I was roughly the level of stressed Ema was here when I wrote most of this.
Oh this is set just before 6-4. The canon reason why Ema didn't show up in that case was she got completely rawed, obviously.
Ema hadn't even been back in the US for a day, and already she was on edge. She glanced up from her phone. PrecinctGossip was at it again, and she was one handful until her bag of Snackoos would be empty. She wasn't sure who'd gotten the scrutiny of these wannabe amateur paparazzo and gossip column, but with her luck, Ema would be the one they were focusing on again.
Not that they were particularly accurate, considering that they were convinced she had a wild love affair with Prosecutor Gavin of all people.
Please! I have better taste than that. Also, he would rather bang Apollo and Athena. Possibly at the same time. Maybe he's just really into red.
The vending machine in the nearest halls were all broken (possibly because Ema tended to kick them when they locked up and got in the way of her food. She paid money for that, dammit.) So, she was eating slightly stale Snackoos in the prosecutor's lobby.
Ema looked up from her phone. Sure, she'd leaned into the lunch break early, but who cared about fifteen minutes or so? Ema needed fuel to function, especially after that flight where she'd spent half the flight being annoyed at the person in front of her who kept laughing at her phone, and the person beside her who had the audacity to make her feel like that--like she wanted him to make her join the Mile High Club.
Oh, and here was her stupidly hot and mysterious boss, as if on cue. Just what she needed.
"Detective Skye, how has the progress of your evidence gleaning progressed thus far? Have you completed my request?"
She leveled a withering glance at Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. He didn't even flinch. The fact that he had quite a few inches on her (even with her heels) sure helped. It was hard to give somebody a true fuck you when they had so much more (sexy) height on her.
Anyone else wouldn't known when to avoid her bad moods, but Prosecutor Sahdmadhi had the infuriating way of just coming in and--enduring every roll of her eye. Even more, he could sometimes, maybe get her moods to sort of lessen with a smile.
Now, however, was not that kind of day. Not when she'd skipped breakfast and gotten enough damn frequent flier miles to probably travel free to Hawaii in the past month.
"Are you kidding me? This isn't CSI! These things take time. I can't just snap my fingers and pull evidence results out of my magic hat! There's lab tests, autopsy tests--though you apparently think so such things are instant! Also, this is my lunch break. You should know more than anybody that I don't skip meals."
"I merely asked if the results were ready yet," he said. His serenity only pissed her off more.
"Of course they're not ready! I can't just snap my fingers and magically make them go faster! This isn't the comic, it doesn't work that way! Also, don't even think about making a Thanos joke."
He lifted one pale brow. "The mythological god?"
Right. Any pop culture that Prosecutor Sahdmadhi stumbled into was usually decades and decades out of date, and not in a retro way, either. And that was when he didn't just circle around to mythology of the world. The result was actually pretty hilarious. At least it was when she wasn't in this kind of mood.
If he made a comment about the fact that she was in one of the prosecutor lobbies, eating food and not actually processing the work, she was really going to lose it. All she'd had for breakfast was coffee, because they had get out of that crowded airport. And she was not going for one of those incredibly expensive airport sandwiches that might as well be wrapped in gold for the price they demanded. And Ema did not do hangry well.
Understatement of the year.
At least he wasn't the kind of guy to ask her if it was 'her time of the month.'
Never mind that the fact that she'd already finished her back up bag of Snackoos and almost flipped off the guard at the door for implying she and Prosecutor Sahdmadhi were dating again meant she probably was.
"Detective Skye, calm yourself. There is no need for such irrational anger."
Ema's face twisted into fury. "Speak for yourself! It's always let's go, Detective Skye, I expect this evidence in my office as soon as possible, Detective Skye, we're going to another country in ten minutes, Detective Skye, so get packed! Detective Skye, you did a wonderful job and I deeply value your help in this case! Detective Skye, you are invaluable to me!"
She gestured out in exasperation.
"You have no idea how jetlagged I am! My skin looks awful and my hair is limp. And what does that matter to you? You with your stupid perfect hair and mysterious aura, it hasn't even affected you at all! You're still running around looking like some kind of model! You don't even look tired!"
Despite her outburst, he didn't even flinch. He was as serene and sexy as ever. "You are surely imagining things, for your skin is radiant and your hair is lovely, just as always. Now, after your lunch, we shall return to the investigation--"
Anger flashed in her green eyes. "Imagining things? Easy for you to say!"
He let out a sigh. "Fine, we shall take a few moments to sit down and find a way past this. I didn't think you would want your lunch interrupted."
"Oh, thank you your highness for granting me the mercy of taking a break. Truly, your benevolence is beyond measure! And if you thought I didn't want my lunch interrupted, why are you here asking me for results?"
He continued on as if she had not even spoken. "Because lunch is in fifteen minutes and I needed to have that evidence to file. I thought it would be more fortuitous to catch you before you took your break."
She held up one finger. "I had no breakfast. What, do you expect me to go without lunch?"
"I would never suggest such a thing." He let out a sigh and shook his head. "Detective Skye, it sound as if you truly need more food. Perhaps then we can discuss the matter of the evidence."
"You think?"
Everything burned inside of her. The lack of sleep, the fact that his nearness was driving her self control into the ground, and she couldn't fucking figure him out. He was so kind sometimes and then he'd just go be an asshole, and a hot asshole, to boot.
(And maybe hormones too, to boot.)
And, he had the utter audacity to be this attractive, to make her feel like this. Like she wanted to yell at him and then kiss him and then more. He had no right to smell this good and make her feel like there was some kind of chemistry crackling between them. Compliment her and then be distant after suggesting to take her to Khura'in, his own homeland.
And he had no right to make her feel like she wanted more of him until nothing but everything would be enough.
She knew she was being irrational, hungry to the nth degree, cranky and probably hormonal, too. Except she couldn't stop. Not with the way his green eyes kept making her think of what she shouldn't.
Like what it'd be like to rip those monk frocks right off him.
"How would you like it if I rode you as hard as you're riding me, huh?" Ema said in a low voice.
His expression grew unreadable, yet there was something intense in his bright green eyes. "And just what are you suggesting, Detective Ema Skye?"
Dammit, he had to go and say her whole name. Really, that was the last point of control for her. And it wasn't even a coherent thought, just an impulse through this passion that she'd show him. In seconds, she climbed up onto the seat, then straddled his lap, and pulled him into a fierce kiss. Once that he eagerly returned seconds later. Between moans and their lips, she gripped against his gilded monk's frock for some semblance of control. She ground against his crotch, and soon she felt the incredibly satisfying feel of him beginning to grow hard against her. At least there was one part of him which she could easily read.
She let out a moan into his lips as his hands clutched her hips, hard. She ground her hips mercilessly into his. Even as breathless as she felt, she'd gladly take desperate breaths through her nose than ever let go of him. She felt a dizzying pleasure rise up with each desperate grind of their (unfortunately) fully clothed bodies.
The last thing she expected was for him to pull away just to shift, and push her down to the couch. He bit her lower lip as she ground against him, desperate for that contact.
She snuck her hand underneath his frock, underneath the deep maroon high-collared shirt, until she finally managed to touch his chest. Damn, she liked what she felt. All the while, he kissed her wildly, desperately, barely stopping for a breath.
She had no idea that a damn monk could kiss like that.
It didn't matter that the kissing grew loud, or that they were in public. It didn't matter that of all her bad ideas, this was probably the worst. Frustration had built up in her, and this explosions was coming out one way or another. She ground her crotch over his erection as she kissed him. He let out a moan into her mouth. She just went harder. He was fully hard, now. And it was a thrill to tease him like this, to know he was attracted to her as well.The friction left her wet and wanting, but it also hit her clit in just the right angle to send incredible burst of intensity and passion through her.
He clutched her tighter, and broke off gasping. Ema held to him tighter, dazed by the force of their contact. She bit his lower lip, hard but not enough to draw blood. That elicited a wonderful deep moan. It was such a thrill realizing that she could make him this hot, this hard.
She drew back only to moan out his name as all that anger gave in to a wonderful rush. She hadn't exactly had any time to get herself off between all the flights, the stricter guidelines of Khura'in, and damn if she hadn't needed it. With him constantly tempting her with his melodious voice, how damn good he smelled.
And then, it all came to a head. A moment of intense pleasure. If she hadn't been kissing him, she probably would've screamed. She pulled apart for a breath and saw the same shocked look in his brilliant green eyes.
"Oh....oh...wow."
And the, there was thank blinking into fluorescent lights and his weight upon her and the moment of realization where they both realized past the passion just what they'd done. She saw it come immediately in his green eyes, and she knew her face must've had an oh, shit expression too.
No, she couldn't be normal and just kiss him. She had to full out to a loud, messy, make out (and dry humping) in a public lobby no less. And they'd both definitely came from it.
Ema smoothed back her hair, dazed from her anger hangover, and post-coital bliss. Oh, this was beyond a foot in mouth moment. There wasn't a neat little word to describe how much this had spiraled out of control, and how wonderful it had been.
And how very much she would be happy to have seconds. Thirds, even!
Okay, fucked up worked pretty well, in more than one way.
Well, she'd really complicated things now. She'd finally found a prosecutor who she'd clicked with, despite all the complexities that happened, she'd still liked him. Liked him a little too much, in fact. The thought of doing something like this with the other prosecutors she'd worked with was unthinkable. Especially Prosecutor Payne.
It was one thing to snap and say, curse out a prosecutor or throw a stray Snackoo (or two.) But make out and roughly dry hump him in public?
The best way to sum it all up would be a resounding well, fuck.
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi had lipstick all over his lips, and even some on his collar. She could only imagine how she looked. He'd been quite a gentleman, though. Maybe too much of a gentleman, considering she'd rather he have her bra off and be balls deep inside by now.
She couldn't help but wish she'd uncover something more roguish from him. She quickly reached into her bag and grabbed a makeup removal wipe. It was damp clutched in her hands, but she still didn't quite reach out to clean up.
The silence stretched on and Ema couldn't think of a way to fill it. Her options were:
1) run away with some made up excuse (which Prosecutor Sahdmadhi would instantly sniff out as a lie, because he was her boss and knew her schedule. He could even check with Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth if he didn't know something.)
2) Talk About It. Knowing Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, it would take eight hours.
3) Some form of time travel. That would involve time travel being scientifically possible. (Note to self: invent time travel. Then again, she'd just use it to enjoy that wild ride all over again.)
4) Eat Snackoos. It wouldn't solve the problem, but at least it'd give her something to focus on other than the fact that she fucked up so much....and yet she wanted more, and would gladly fuck up like that again.
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi finally found his breath. "Detective Skye... Do you....need a break of some sort? Perhaps to...talk this over?" he said.
She'd had one hell of a break. But if it meant going somewhere with him alone, she wasn't about to let this chance go.
"Yeah. I really do," Ema said.
She slowly wiped up the traces of the past few minutes, and smear of lipstick that had once been cute but now was clown like. She was too aware of him. They'd gotten wet, (in more ways than one) and Ema wanted to dive in and go for another round, right here on this lobby couch.
When she was done, Ema tossed the used wipe in the trash. Ema crossed her arms under her breasts. "For the record, I've never done that with another prosecutor. Hell, I've never felt like that about anyone. It's just--I can't stop thinking about you, and then it keeps me up, and then I get grumpier from lack of sleep. I can't figure you out, what you're thinking and it makes me more and more confused and just more angry. I didn't expect all those feelings to just--come out like that. But they did."
"I believe we have some things to discuss in private."
She should've known he'd pick option 2.
"I don't think we'll get much privacy around here. We were lucky nobody walked in on us as it is. Is your hotel room close?"
He inclined his head. His long, silvery braid shifted so distractingly on his elegant shoulders. "It is within walking distance, for I always take a hotel closest to the precinct, in case I am needed in the middle of the night."
"Good," Ema said.
He rose, with a surprising amount of composure considering that he'd come. The front of his gold-edged monk's frock covered his crotch, but she knew damn well he was sticky, and possibly soaked through from come.
And if she had her way, he'd be hard again before they even got to his hotel room.
*
Ema grabbed food out of the vending machine before she left the precinct. They were out of Snackoos, but she found something sweet to suffice. She ate on the way to keep her mind from backing out or focusing on all the ways this could go wrong.
If she was going to fuck up, then Ema was going to do it spectacularly. The kiss--and everything that had happened afterwards was only the beginning. But she hadn't thought then. Now a mix of anticipation, restlessness and growing nervousness rose in her.
Just relax, already. You already know he's into you. You had some real pressing physical evidence to prove that.
She dug into her bag in hopes of some buried and slightly smushed and forgotten Snackoo bag. She couldn't have used up her stash already. But the more she dug--only to find crumbs and empty bags between her equipment--the more she realized that in her grumpiness, she must have.
Her heartbeat rose as he closed the door behind her. It was decidedly discount, with a lot of beige. Then again, no surprise. Monks weren't usually known for their worldly possessions. Even if he did wear a lot more flashier monk frock than she was used to.
Still, he pulled it off.
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi cleared his throat and turned to face her. "Detective Skye, please understand that it is not my intention to take you or your work for granted. I am always deeply grateful for your expertise as you work by my side. I am sorry that I have ever led you to believe that. I have always appreciated everything that you do. I am very proud of how thorough you are upon the field."
Ema didn't look up from rifling through her bag. "Could've fooled me," Ema muttered.
"I trust in your abilities. If this causes undue pressure upon you, it was not my intent. The pressure upon a prosecutor and their staff in Khura'in is very different from your country. I cannot be too soft to you there, or there would be...consequences."
Of course. Everything was different in Khura'in. They executed their lawyers there. Ema could only imagine what kind of punishments they'd have for prosecutors that didn't live up to whatever fucked up draconian laws they had there. And he had just lost his third case in a row. She'd only seen a fraction of the judgments, and other less savory aspects of Khura'inese life, because Prosecutor Sahdmadhi always had her out doing something when it came time for such things.
Then maybe it really was the issue of cultural differences, like she'd thought. That didn't make her feel any better, though.
It wasn't just thoughts of him. It was him being one door down, it was them being knee to knee in airport after airport. It was the sheer amount of hours she'd spent not making out with him over these months. It'd just gotten to her. And when lack of sleep and quite likely, pre-period hormones got to her, she snapped in a way she had never before, and might never again.
Ema licked her lips. "Listen, you want me to forgive you for working me so hard? Let me give you a taste of your own medicine. Let me ride you ragged, until you're as exhausted as I am," Ema said.
"I...." He broke off, with wide green eyes.
Ema smirked. "Left you speechless, huh? You'll catch up when you're screaming my name."
She undid the buttons of her shirt, and pulled free the bow at her neck. She felt a bit of smugess at the way his lips parted, speechless again and he licked his lips at the sight of her lacy teal bra. Ever since she'd started to work with Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, she started to update her lingerie. Just in case. She was not going to have him get her clothes off to find old granny panties with rust stains.
Thank God that she'd started pulling out the cute bras and panty sets pretty much the very next day after she met him. It probably would've helped if she'd have the same kind of forethought to grab a box of condoms, but it was pretty damn hard to get contraceptives in an intensely religious place where she barely spoke the language.
Okay, she wasn't in Khura'in this second, but she'd just flown in with no breaks, no weekends and straight back to work for His Ephemeral Holiness.
"Have you been thinking of me like this?"
She undid her pants, and bent down low to get them off--and to give him a show of her teal green lacy thong. "I bought this with you in mind, you know."
He gently rested his hands at her hips. "You're so beautiful...You truly bought this with me in mind?"
"Yep. Just before I left for Khura'in."
"Ah....what a blessing. It hardly feels as if this blessing could be...mine. As if this moment could be real."
Which didn't answer her question in the least, but he was like that. A rubix cube inside of a Chinese puzzle box with a crossword on top. In Latin.
She climbed onto the bed, and leaned in to brush a slow kiss off her lips. "Does this feel real to you?"
"It feels...impossible. And yet, I could not imagine leaving."
She lifted her eyebrows. "You getting laid is that hard for you to imagine? Or is this a monk thing?"
He chuckled and brushed the back of his hand to the side of his lips.
"Wait, are you a virgin? Do I have to play the whore of Babylon and corrupt you? Wait, why am I even asking this? You're a monk. Monks aren't exactly known for their wild sex lives."
His gaze was decidedly enigmatic. "History would say otherwise," he said.
"Good point, some of those Popes had a ton of kids."
She bent down to undo his belt. He watched her intently. It was with some pleasure that she realized he was already getting hard again.
"Need some more help with that?"
He rested his hand against his collar. "I was....distracted by your intense beauty."
She smiled. "Don't worry, I'll corrupt you good. It's been a while since I've done anything like this, so maybe I'm rusty. Still, I think I've got the touch considering--well, what just happened."
"I would never call anything from you a corruption."
"Let's see if you're singing the same tune when I'm done with you," Ema said.
She undid the buttons of his coat, hidden away behind gold embroidery. Oh, how she'd wanted to get a chance to get a view of that chest that she'd felt up. He was slender, but quite toned, with several scars. Ema couldn't wait to feel more of him. She pulled off that maroon turtleneck entirely, and tossed it to the floor. In this light, she caught sight of several scars hidden away on his chest. Was this some monk thing--like those coats of hair the ancient monks used to wear? Her hands traced a scar. He flinched. "Did that hurt?"
He caught her hands up and kissed her then. Another non-answer. She was being distracted away, but it was hard to care when he turned her hand and kissed at her wrist, where her pulse met.
He swallowed, and reached out. He only drew back once, and then he touched her with more determination. Right at her hips, and drew her even closer.
Ema grinned mischievously. "I was wondering when you were going to touch me some more. Or I should say, be a little less gentlemanly."
He slowly, sensually pulled those panties down to the floor.
"Ema," he said softly. "I, too, have longed to touch you for some time."
God, she was still wet and just his voice saying her name was getting her slick again. If she still had her panties on, they would've been soaked through.
Ema licked her lips. "How long?"
"Hmm. First meeting, I would say."
Ema smirked. "Seriously? I guess I already corrupted you. I had Snackoo crumbs all over me that day, too."
"Indeed. I wondered what it would taste like combined with the salt of your skin. Perhaps...not a thought I should have had about a detective I was just about to work with. Yet you captivated me completely from that moment. I was tempted."
Damn, so much for him being a pure monk. Then again, it was good to know that her growing sexual fantasies hadn't been so one-sided.
"Well, if it helps to make it even, one of the first thoughts I had about you was wondering if you'd let me pull your hair."
At his silence, she clarified. (Of course, monk.) "In bed."
"Ah....Do what you will to me, Detective Ema Skye."
Ema let out a hiss. "Enough talk. Get inside me already."
"That will require a bit more undressing, I am afraid."
"Here--let me."
With a smirk, she rested her palm at the bulge in his pants, just to hear that sharp intake in breath.
"Soon," she promised.
She undid his belt, her hands at his pants. She gave it one last forceful tug, and removed his pants and some kind of cloth wrapping thing that was probably Khura'inese monk underwear. (She was just glad he didn't have a chastity belt on, honestly.)
Then he was before her, completely stripped. And damn if she didn't like what she saw.
He cleared his throat. "Shall we..."
"We shall," Ema said.
He climbed onto the bed and she followed, underneath that beige covers and beige sheets right near beige pillows. Whoever was in charge of decorating really liked earth tones.
He kissed her, his hands roaming to thumb over her sensitive nipples. Ema wasn't that big, but he wasn't complaining. He broke off only to kiss her more. At the hollow of her neck, then down to her breasts. His tongue made her nipples even harder, and sent a jolt right to her clit.
"C-come on....I was ready for you weeks ago," Ema gasped.
This time as she straddled him, there wasn't the barrier of clothes, and the fact it'd been a public place. She could have all of him she wanted. He let out a groan as she dropped her hips and rubbed her slick labia right over his thick cock.
He released a sharp breath. His green eyes had never been more brilliant. Her self control was about gone. It took every ounce of self control not to just let him go balls deep in her. God, the way the veins of his cock rubbed against her labia and clit was almost enough to drive her straight towards another orgasm.
"Heh, you liked that, didn't you? Hope I made you just as frustrated as you've been making me."
Before he could even form another moan, she ground her hips to his, rubbing him slick with her wet labia, but never letting him come inside.
She ground again. "Being so close, and so far away, too. It's so gnnn, damn frustrating."
"It was for me as well. I fear, I have faced too much temptation. I can only give in to this sweet taste of paradise," he said softly. He gripped her hips then. Ema let out a gasp as he filled her. God, she needed this. Needed him. Usually, she would've given her partner some mercy, but hey. They'd had a deal.
"Nngh---ah....Ema..."
He broke out in a gasp as she tightened her muscles around him. He ran his hands across her back as she rode him for all he was worth. She was going to break through that composure and get him to scream her name before it was all over.
"You're--just going to have to stay up. That's the deal. You ride me hard at work, I ride you hard off it. So you'll just have to take it. No matter how hard I go."
"Ah....Yes, Ema."
No 'detective' here. God, the way he said her name was so damn sexy.
She gripped at his shoulders as she dropped her hips and took him as deep as she could manage, only to rock her hips until he was almost out of her. Repeat, repeat. Each time his cock came deep in her, she was spiraling towards over more pleasure.
He shifted his hands from her hips, to between her legs. She was still pretty sensitive from the friction of earlier.
The sudden feel of his fingers, so deft and flexible left her gasping. Maybe all that time he'd spent with a Rosary had taught him well.
"Ah--Prosecutor Sahdmadhi!"
The bed creaked beneath the force of them. Hangriness, horniness and way too much air travel all had brought her here. And with how wound tight she was, even with the orgasm she'd gotten earlier, she knew neither of them would last long.
She felt it building in pressure. Each thrust inside her, the very feel of his thick cock. God, she'd wanted him. And this was no let down when all that pleasure came to a crest and filled her completely, starting from his center outwards.
It was such a warm, incredible feeling as she lay on top of him and heard his heartbeat as the last of the climax tingled through her.
Come slid down her thighs and reminded her to add another bad decision to her massive list of the day. She hadn't even remembered a condom. He hadn't pulled out, either. She should've felt bad about that, but honestly? It was a complete turn on and made her want to go for another round.
"Oh, damn..."
She felt like she needed a cigarette after a fuck like that, and she didn't even smoke.
"You sound...What is the word for it? Sicklove?"
"Lovesick? I'm not lovesick just because you keep me up with all your endless demands and jetlag! I need my eight hours or I start looking like the Bride of Frankenstein."
She let out an annoyed breath.
"You would look lovely, just like you do now."
"I'm pretty sure I had sex hair," she said.
"Is that truly the cause of your frustration? It seems to be annoyance and at earlier annoyance?"
How the hell had he seen through all her bitchy bullshit that easily when she could barely tell how he felt most of the time? Had he really figured her out this much by now?
Ema puffed out her cheeks. It only made her blush more prominent.
"I just...want to figure you out. But it's like I'm constantly hitting a wall. I want to know your favorite things, all the things you like...how you're feeling, what you're thinking... And sometimes this...you...distract me. Okay, a lot of the time, but it's your fault for being so distracting with your stupid flowy scarf and mysteriousness. It's not like I have journals full of whether I should go with Ema Sahdmadhi or Ema Skye-Sahdmadhi or anything like that!"
He kissed the back of her neck. Ema shifted, until she turned to face him.
"What I'm thinking about...should not even need words," he said.
"Just because you don't need words to convey things in Khura'in doesn't mean I can read minds--" she broke off as she felt him growing hard against her.
"Again?"
"I have a beautiful woman in my bed. I can hardly think of anything else. Though, if I tried, I could perhaps manage a koan."
"I've got some other things I'd rather you use your tongue for," Ema said.
"...You asked what I was thinking of. What I can tell you, is that when you are around, my thoughts get cloudy--even magnetic. They always go back to you. How intelligent you are, how beautiful, how much I like working with you. The temptation is so great, I cannot resist. The rest--perhaps one day I may speak of it. But for now, there are greater forces than you know. Yet even those forces cannot make me draw away from you."
Ema blew her bangs out of her face. Her hair was probably a mess. She'd care about that later. "I guess I really complicated things."
"No...it would have happened eventually. I knew this from the moment I met you. By taking you with me, the events were pushed much faster than I ever expected. ...However, I must know where you want to go from here."
He gently stroked her cheek. Honestly, it wouldn't take much more to get her revved up again. A few more kisses and she'd be climbing up on top of him to take another ride until she screamed, and the hotel staff had to call them and tell them to shut the fuck up. But to quote Avenue Q: you can be as loud as you want when you're making love.
"You see, I have never felt like this with anyone, until you. I'd given up on such things. I did not think fate would have them in store for me. But meeting you...it felt like a moment that something changed."
"I want more of you," she said quickly. "I want all of it. Everything. No matter what it takes or entails. I'll learn more of Khura'inese culture and you can learn more of my culture. Okay?"
His hand rested at her back.
"Everything? There is far more at stake than you realize. Not all of it is beautiful."
"Don't care. Give me the complicated stuff, the ugly and messy parts. I want to know everything about you. Even if it's difficult."
"One day, I will tell you. This I promise you. No matter what it takes, or what I have to sacrifice to do so."
Ema was about to complain about that, but he was steadily growing harder. She couldn't exactly blame him for deciding to keep more talking to when he had more blood in his brain.
*
Ema woke up beside him. She let out a soft murmur of a moan and leaned in.
The room was surprisingly dark. She blinked and tried to remember. Fantastic fuck, part of it in public, check. Left for lunch, check. God, she was starving.
What time was it again?
"Oh, fuck."
"What is it...Ema?"
There was a pause, as if he'd almost said something else. An endearment, or her title of detective?
"It's almost seven. We slept through the day. And other things."
"Ah."
So, to sum it up, today she had:
1) fought with her boss
2) which led to accidentally made out with her boss
3) which turned into accidentally into dry humping her boss so hard that they both came
4) in public
5) which led to not so accidentally having the best orgasms of her life.
6) Yes, plural.
7) with no protection in sight.
8) (Well, technically she was on the pill, but he'd still come inside her. Multiple times, no less. Not the brightest thing to do. It was still hot as hell)
9) slept through her workday
10) with her boss right beside her
11) the same workday she spent fucking her boss, after fighting with him and having one hell of a heavy session in public.
12) and then she fucking complicated it all by bringing all her messy feelings out.
Man, she was just gearing up for a promotion. If she escaped with just a salary cut, she'd be lucky.
But regrets? At the moment, Ema didn't have a single one. Though that might be the orgasms talking. It was hard to be unhappy with that much dopamine and serotonin in her right now.
"Resting is important too. You have taught me an important lesson in the ways jetlag can affect a person. I hope we understand each other's limits better now."
Ema lifted her eyebrows. "If that's the lesson you took out of this, then I need to fuck you again."
"Study often requires repetition," he said.
"Study like this, and I'll give you an A+."
He pulled her close. "Teach me well, Ema."
Ema chuckled and leaned in for a kiss.
*
Ema barely managed to keep from being late. She'd had to take a bus to get to her apartment just so she could change. There was no way she could wear those clothes again not when they'd ahem.
Had fun that many times.
Ema glanced down at the text. It was from Gabby, her friend, fellow labby, occasional co-conspirator and complaining partner.
Had it been someone else, she might've delayed it, but Gabby always had the good gossip.
Just as a heads up, if the pictures keep circulating, you'll end up in Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth's office.
The pictures of what?
The pictures of your little thing yesterday with Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. Congrats on that btw. I kept forgetting you weren't actually dating with how much the other detectives think you're an item.
Ema nearly dropped her phone. Oh, no. No, no, no. She could get fired. She could get her pay docked. She could become the kind of warning that labbies get when they came to work. Don't make out with and dry hump your prosecutor in the lobby, or you'll end up thrown out, like that Detective Skye.
Please tell me you're joking.
Sorry, Ema. You made a lot of enemies with the labbies and detectives back when you were working with Prosecutor Gavin. One of them must've caught you and snitched. If I could've stopped it, I would've. But by now, the entire precinct and beyond has seen the pictures. They were even printed out and put on the bulletin board. There were even Snaps on the precinct gossip site. It's bad.
Taking out all her anger on other people and hurling snack food and insults constantly didn't exactly endear her to the other detectives and labbies. Every time she'd had to defer to some arrogant labby who acted like she was some troglodyte detective who didn't even know the difference between a haploid and a diploid, it pissed her off even more. It all turned into a vicious cycle that wouldn't break until Prosecutor Gavin went overseas--and she'd staunchly refused his offer to go with him--and Ema finally graduated. Back then, pissed off had been her constant state. But, she'd gotten better. Even so, some of the precinct weren't about to just make amends after years of her being cranky. (And okay, maybe a teensy, weensy bit hard to work with.)
Ema opened up a browser on her phone, and visited a site she knew all too well. PrecinctGossip. She'd been common target back in the Prosecutor Gavin days. The social media account had gotten some sternly worded emails from Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth, but it always came back up. They'd just change URLs long enough for Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth to think it was gone, and then start posting all over again. Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth was many things, but computer savvy wasn't one of them.
A series of snapchats had been saved to the twitter account. The first one caught her fighting with Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. Detective Skank is fighting with a prosecutor again... what a surprise. The next showed the exact moment when she'd kissed him. This was one captioned with OMG! So that's how she keeps her job while being such a bitch! I knew it. Another showed even more embarrassingly, Ema on his lap, as she desperately kissed and writhed against him. I bet she's banged every prosecutor around. So that's why they talk so well about her when she's a case-ruining bitch all the time. She really did sleep her way to the top!
There were more, but Ema couldn't bring herself to keep looking. She quickly shut her eyes. Her face burned. She'd known that some of the other labbies were jealous she got to work with Prosecutor Gavin and Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth, as well as angry at her behavior, but this was a whole other level.
The type which could utterly ruin her career.
She'd worked so hard to finally be happy, and a single impulse had put all that in jeopardy.
Ema made her way to the bulletin board. Thankfully, someone had already taken the printed out snaps down. She tried to fight for breath. Think, Ema. What can you do to try and smooth this over?
The answer loomed before her: a big, fat, nothing.
Except, maybe if she was fired from here, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi would take pity and let her work with him, instead of her having to go work as some perpetually angry fast food worker barely making rent.
She heard a throat clear behind her. As she turned, she saw Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth. Oh, no, no, no!. Usually, this was not her thought process. Any other time it would've been a series of wow, sharp cravat. He looks really handsome.
Except right now, she'd rather see Prosecutor Gavin than Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth.
Just kidding. She never wanted to see Prosecutor Gavin ever again.
"Detective Skye, I'd like to speak with you in my office."
Panic rose in her. Ema craned her neck to stare down the empty hotel. "Um, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi is on a case! I might be called into the courtroom at any t-time. Can it wait?" Ema said desperately.
"He can manage on his own until our talk is complete," he said firmly.
"Oh....um, all right. I-I'll be right there."
There'd been a time when she would've done anything to be in Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth's office. Now was not one of those times.
Ema took a deep breath and closed the door behind her. She took a seat before the big, magnificent prosecutor's desk. A delicate empty tea cup lay on a Steel Samurai coaster just beside his immaculately ordered papers.
Ema couldn't look him in the eye. She opened up her bag and took snack after snack. Of course, Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth didn't like it when people left crumbs in his office. But she needed the boost if she was going to have to survive getting yelled at by her former crush, and hero.
Maybe, just maybe he was calling her in to give her a raise? Who was she kidding? Her luck was way too bad for anything like that.
"Detective Skye, you need to be more in control of your emotions. First it was constant outbursts with Prosecutor Gavin. Then it was trying to break Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's case apart. Now, I was informed by other staff of some pictures of... certain events which transpired yesterday between you and Prosecutor Sahdmadhi."
He cleared his throat, and did not go more deeply into what had transpired. She was grateful for that small mercy.
Ema blushed deeply, and glanced towards the massive bookcase which covered the whole right side of the wall. She couldn't think of anything to say. She sure as hell didn't regret what had happened. Her relationship with Nahyuta had never been better. It wasn't even just a prosecutor and detective relationship any longer, but the new beginnings of a romantic and professional relationship. The type which meant hot sex and cute dates after solving cases. So much that every date felt like a bit of a date--especially when they got off and spent the night talking late into the night about forensic science. He was the most fascinating and gorgeous person she'd ever met, and she was getting multiple orgasms every single time they were together. No way she was breaking up now.
Even if she probably had the hells of extreme jetlag and long distance relationships in her future.
But the last thing she wanted to do was tank her job by her impulsive gesture.
"Ahem. Obviously, this line of work is stressful, and such things happen to the best of us. I cannot say how Khura'in prosecutors conduct themselves, however, while in this precinct, please try and keep your conduct professional when the door is not locked. Public lobbies are not to be used for such things, and you should remain clothed there. Door locks exist for a reason," he said pointedly.
Technically, her clothes had been on the whole time. At least until she got to the hotel.
Wait, the best of us? And that extra notes about locked doors? Had Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth had desperate office quickies at some point? Or he'd just had some detective who got too flirty with other detectives or prosecutors?
Maybe she was looking too into it, desperate to think she wasn't the only person in the entire precinct that wasn't desperately stress fucking a prosecutor.
"That will be all. I'm sure Prosecutor Sahdmadhi still has need of you."
Ema dared to peek up. Wait, he was--smiling? She'd only ever seen him smile around Phoenix. She hadn't expected such a light sentence from the former Demon Prosecutor, now scourge of all who would harm the law.
"U-um, thank you!"
"And, Detective Skye?"
"Do invite us all to the wedding."
Ema walked out dazed. Had that really happened? Come to think of it, PrecinctGossip was always featuring prosecutors and were convinced that Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth and Phoenix were an item and were constantly having quickies in every single room. Ema couldn't see it. Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth just did not seem like the sex in public kind of guy.
But after that talk, it really made her wonder.
*
The case wrapped up so fast, Ema didn't even have a chance to make an appearance. Which was probably for he best, in case anybody in the court had seen that post.
"Is something the matter?"
Ema dug into her almost empty bag of Snackoos. It would take several bites to get up enough morale to tell him the sordid story. Finally, when the bag was empty, she let out a sigh.
"Um. Someone saw us yesterday. They took pictures and put them up online. There's this site, PrecinctGossip. Nobody knows who runs it. But I got featured on it. Again."
He frowned. "Such a putrid soul. Their actions shall drag them into the depths of a thousand hells, if I don't first."
That brought out a little smile. Nahyuta Sahdmadhi, monk, prosecutor and now apparently, hacker from the 80s.
"I thought Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth was really going to throw the book at me, but, surprisingly, I got off with nothing but a slap on my wrist."
Nahyuta looked concerned. "They beat detectives here? And throw books at them?"
"No, I mean, at least not when Prosecutor von Karma isn't around. It's just a metaphor. I just got a warning to behave better. At least in the lobbies."
"Ah.... I'm glad. Next time, we shall remember to lock the door."
"Heheh, he said exactly that."
Ema brightened at this. There would be a next time. Hell, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi was even talking about a next time in public. Come to think of it, she'd never thought he'd be the sex in public kind of guy. But then, desperate times call for desperate measures.
"What will you do about this putrid page?"
Ema was sick of it. Sick of the rumors that she was fucking Klavier when he had a boyfriend and a girlfriend that was emphatically not her. Tired of the accusations that she'd slept her way to the top when she'd worked hard to finally get the job she'd been dreaming about since she was in high school and sent away for science kits.
And sometimes, a girl just snapped. She couldn't exactly throw her Snackoos out and expect them to have a homing device set in. But that didn't mean that she couldn't strike back. They wanted bitch? She was bilingual and could speak fluent bitch. She'd fucking mastered the language years ago.
"Hey, lean in." She lifted up her phone and took a selfie of them close together. Then, she made a caption of her own. Yep, he's ALL mine. Die mad about it.
Her second selfie was a big smile, and a one finger salute. Me? Sleeping with all the prosecutors? LMAO! As if! You should know most of them are gay, considering you keep posting about it!
She stuck her tongue out for the last.
They keep me around because I'm better than you. I understand why you're jealous. I'd be jealous of me, too.
Then she DMed those pictures right to that stupid account. They wanted gossip? As the lawyers said, take that.
"Detective Skye, lunch break is upon us. Would you do me the honor of spending it with me?"
Ema smiled. "I'd be glad to."
"And afterwards, perhaps, some dessert."
"Oho, are we talking sweets or the kind of 'dessert' that requires locked doors and a change of sheets?"
"Perhaps both."
"At once?"
He just gave her an enigmatic smile.
"I have a feeling you and me are going to get along, Prosecutor Nahyuta Sahdmadhi."
"I would not have it any other way," he said.
Now that he was giving her multiple orgasms and dessert (sometimes these went hand in hand) she was way less stressed and pissed off at him. Maybe there was some lesson to be found here, that the rest of those stressed out labbies and detectives just needed to find themselves a good lawyer or detective and a supply closet.
As for her? She was going to take Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth's advice to heart, and lock the fucking door next time.
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/pairing: Nahyuta/Ema
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 8400
Summary: Jetlagged and super cranky after excessive air travel, Ema snaps in more than one (sexy) way.
Author's note:
OblivionIsAtHand wanted me to finish some monk fic, so have this defiling.
I started this last year when my stress level hit maximum. One day I will unleash the rest of that time wrought...
Don't @ me, I was roughly the level of stressed Ema was here when I wrote most of this.
Oh this is set just before 6-4. The canon reason why Ema didn't show up in that case was she got completely rawed, obviously.
Ema hadn't even been back in the US for a day, and already she was on edge. She glanced up from her phone. PrecinctGossip was at it again, and she was one handful until her bag of Snackoos would be empty. She wasn't sure who'd gotten the scrutiny of these wannabe amateur paparazzo and gossip column, but with her luck, Ema would be the one they were focusing on again.
Not that they were particularly accurate, considering that they were convinced she had a wild love affair with Prosecutor Gavin of all people.
Please! I have better taste than that. Also, he would rather bang Apollo and Athena. Possibly at the same time. Maybe he's just really into red.
The vending machine in the nearest halls were all broken (possibly because Ema tended to kick them when they locked up and got in the way of her food. She paid money for that, dammit.) So, she was eating slightly stale Snackoos in the prosecutor's lobby.
Ema looked up from her phone. Sure, she'd leaned into the lunch break early, but who cared about fifteen minutes or so? Ema needed fuel to function, especially after that flight where she'd spent half the flight being annoyed at the person in front of her who kept laughing at her phone, and the person beside her who had the audacity to make her feel like that--like she wanted him to make her join the Mile High Club.
Oh, and here was her stupidly hot and mysterious boss, as if on cue. Just what she needed.
"Detective Skye, how has the progress of your evidence gleaning progressed thus far? Have you completed my request?"
She leveled a withering glance at Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. He didn't even flinch. The fact that he had quite a few inches on her (even with her heels) sure helped. It was hard to give somebody a true fuck you when they had so much more (sexy) height on her.
Anyone else wouldn't known when to avoid her bad moods, but Prosecutor Sahdmadhi had the infuriating way of just coming in and--enduring every roll of her eye. Even more, he could sometimes, maybe get her moods to sort of lessen with a smile.
Now, however, was not that kind of day. Not when she'd skipped breakfast and gotten enough damn frequent flier miles to probably travel free to Hawaii in the past month.
"Are you kidding me? This isn't CSI! These things take time. I can't just snap my fingers and pull evidence results out of my magic hat! There's lab tests, autopsy tests--though you apparently think so such things are instant! Also, this is my lunch break. You should know more than anybody that I don't skip meals."
"I merely asked if the results were ready yet," he said. His serenity only pissed her off more.
"Of course they're not ready! I can't just snap my fingers and magically make them go faster! This isn't the comic, it doesn't work that way! Also, don't even think about making a Thanos joke."
He lifted one pale brow. "The mythological god?"
Right. Any pop culture that Prosecutor Sahdmadhi stumbled into was usually decades and decades out of date, and not in a retro way, either. And that was when he didn't just circle around to mythology of the world. The result was actually pretty hilarious. At least it was when she wasn't in this kind of mood.
If he made a comment about the fact that she was in one of the prosecutor lobbies, eating food and not actually processing the work, she was really going to lose it. All she'd had for breakfast was coffee, because they had get out of that crowded airport. And she was not going for one of those incredibly expensive airport sandwiches that might as well be wrapped in gold for the price they demanded. And Ema did not do hangry well.
Understatement of the year.
At least he wasn't the kind of guy to ask her if it was 'her time of the month.'
Never mind that the fact that she'd already finished her back up bag of Snackoos and almost flipped off the guard at the door for implying she and Prosecutor Sahdmadhi were dating again meant she probably was.
"Detective Skye, calm yourself. There is no need for such irrational anger."
Ema's face twisted into fury. "Speak for yourself! It's always let's go, Detective Skye, I expect this evidence in my office as soon as possible, Detective Skye, we're going to another country in ten minutes, Detective Skye, so get packed! Detective Skye, you did a wonderful job and I deeply value your help in this case! Detective Skye, you are invaluable to me!"
She gestured out in exasperation.
"You have no idea how jetlagged I am! My skin looks awful and my hair is limp. And what does that matter to you? You with your stupid perfect hair and mysterious aura, it hasn't even affected you at all! You're still running around looking like some kind of model! You don't even look tired!"
Despite her outburst, he didn't even flinch. He was as serene and sexy as ever. "You are surely imagining things, for your skin is radiant and your hair is lovely, just as always. Now, after your lunch, we shall return to the investigation--"
Anger flashed in her green eyes. "Imagining things? Easy for you to say!"
He let out a sigh. "Fine, we shall take a few moments to sit down and find a way past this. I didn't think you would want your lunch interrupted."
"Oh, thank you your highness for granting me the mercy of taking a break. Truly, your benevolence is beyond measure! And if you thought I didn't want my lunch interrupted, why are you here asking me for results?"
He continued on as if she had not even spoken. "Because lunch is in fifteen minutes and I needed to have that evidence to file. I thought it would be more fortuitous to catch you before you took your break."
She held up one finger. "I had no breakfast. What, do you expect me to go without lunch?"
"I would never suggest such a thing." He let out a sigh and shook his head. "Detective Skye, it sound as if you truly need more food. Perhaps then we can discuss the matter of the evidence."
"You think?"
Everything burned inside of her. The lack of sleep, the fact that his nearness was driving her self control into the ground, and she couldn't fucking figure him out. He was so kind sometimes and then he'd just go be an asshole, and a hot asshole, to boot.
(And maybe hormones too, to boot.)
And, he had the utter audacity to be this attractive, to make her feel like this. Like she wanted to yell at him and then kiss him and then more. He had no right to smell this good and make her feel like there was some kind of chemistry crackling between them. Compliment her and then be distant after suggesting to take her to Khura'in, his own homeland.
And he had no right to make her feel like she wanted more of him until nothing but everything would be enough.
She knew she was being irrational, hungry to the nth degree, cranky and probably hormonal, too. Except she couldn't stop. Not with the way his green eyes kept making her think of what she shouldn't.
Like what it'd be like to rip those monk frocks right off him.
"How would you like it if I rode you as hard as you're riding me, huh?" Ema said in a low voice.
His expression grew unreadable, yet there was something intense in his bright green eyes. "And just what are you suggesting, Detective Ema Skye?"
Dammit, he had to go and say her whole name. Really, that was the last point of control for her. And it wasn't even a coherent thought, just an impulse through this passion that she'd show him. In seconds, she climbed up onto the seat, then straddled his lap, and pulled him into a fierce kiss. Once that he eagerly returned seconds later. Between moans and their lips, she gripped against his gilded monk's frock for some semblance of control. She ground against his crotch, and soon she felt the incredibly satisfying feel of him beginning to grow hard against her. At least there was one part of him which she could easily read.
She let out a moan into his lips as his hands clutched her hips, hard. She ground her hips mercilessly into his. Even as breathless as she felt, she'd gladly take desperate breaths through her nose than ever let go of him. She felt a dizzying pleasure rise up with each desperate grind of their (unfortunately) fully clothed bodies.
The last thing she expected was for him to pull away just to shift, and push her down to the couch. He bit her lower lip as she ground against him, desperate for that contact.
She snuck her hand underneath his frock, underneath the deep maroon high-collared shirt, until she finally managed to touch his chest. Damn, she liked what she felt. All the while, he kissed her wildly, desperately, barely stopping for a breath.
She had no idea that a damn monk could kiss like that.
It didn't matter that the kissing grew loud, or that they were in public. It didn't matter that of all her bad ideas, this was probably the worst. Frustration had built up in her, and this explosions was coming out one way or another. She ground her crotch over his erection as she kissed him. He let out a moan into her mouth. She just went harder. He was fully hard, now. And it was a thrill to tease him like this, to know he was attracted to her as well.The friction left her wet and wanting, but it also hit her clit in just the right angle to send incredible burst of intensity and passion through her.
He clutched her tighter, and broke off gasping. Ema held to him tighter, dazed by the force of their contact. She bit his lower lip, hard but not enough to draw blood. That elicited a wonderful deep moan. It was such a thrill realizing that she could make him this hot, this hard.
She drew back only to moan out his name as all that anger gave in to a wonderful rush. She hadn't exactly had any time to get herself off between all the flights, the stricter guidelines of Khura'in, and damn if she hadn't needed it. With him constantly tempting her with his melodious voice, how damn good he smelled.
And then, it all came to a head. A moment of intense pleasure. If she hadn't been kissing him, she probably would've screamed. She pulled apart for a breath and saw the same shocked look in his brilliant green eyes.
"Oh....oh...wow."
And the, there was thank blinking into fluorescent lights and his weight upon her and the moment of realization where they both realized past the passion just what they'd done. She saw it come immediately in his green eyes, and she knew her face must've had an oh, shit expression too.
No, she couldn't be normal and just kiss him. She had to full out to a loud, messy, make out (and dry humping) in a public lobby no less. And they'd both definitely came from it.
Ema smoothed back her hair, dazed from her anger hangover, and post-coital bliss. Oh, this was beyond a foot in mouth moment. There wasn't a neat little word to describe how much this had spiraled out of control, and how wonderful it had been.
And how very much she would be happy to have seconds. Thirds, even!
Okay, fucked up worked pretty well, in more than one way.
Well, she'd really complicated things now. She'd finally found a prosecutor who she'd clicked with, despite all the complexities that happened, she'd still liked him. Liked him a little too much, in fact. The thought of doing something like this with the other prosecutors she'd worked with was unthinkable. Especially Prosecutor Payne.
It was one thing to snap and say, curse out a prosecutor or throw a stray Snackoo (or two.) But make out and roughly dry hump him in public?
The best way to sum it all up would be a resounding well, fuck.
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi had lipstick all over his lips, and even some on his collar. She could only imagine how she looked. He'd been quite a gentleman, though. Maybe too much of a gentleman, considering she'd rather he have her bra off and be balls deep inside by now.
She couldn't help but wish she'd uncover something more roguish from him. She quickly reached into her bag and grabbed a makeup removal wipe. It was damp clutched in her hands, but she still didn't quite reach out to clean up.
The silence stretched on and Ema couldn't think of a way to fill it. Her options were:
1) run away with some made up excuse (which Prosecutor Sahdmadhi would instantly sniff out as a lie, because he was her boss and knew her schedule. He could even check with Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth if he didn't know something.)
2) Talk About It. Knowing Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, it would take eight hours.
3) Some form of time travel. That would involve time travel being scientifically possible. (Note to self: invent time travel. Then again, she'd just use it to enjoy that wild ride all over again.)
4) Eat Snackoos. It wouldn't solve the problem, but at least it'd give her something to focus on other than the fact that she fucked up so much....and yet she wanted more, and would gladly fuck up like that again.
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi finally found his breath. "Detective Skye... Do you....need a break of some sort? Perhaps to...talk this over?" he said.
She'd had one hell of a break. But if it meant going somewhere with him alone, she wasn't about to let this chance go.
"Yeah. I really do," Ema said.
She slowly wiped up the traces of the past few minutes, and smear of lipstick that had once been cute but now was clown like. She was too aware of him. They'd gotten wet, (in more ways than one) and Ema wanted to dive in and go for another round, right here on this lobby couch.
When she was done, Ema tossed the used wipe in the trash. Ema crossed her arms under her breasts. "For the record, I've never done that with another prosecutor. Hell, I've never felt like that about anyone. It's just--I can't stop thinking about you, and then it keeps me up, and then I get grumpier from lack of sleep. I can't figure you out, what you're thinking and it makes me more and more confused and just more angry. I didn't expect all those feelings to just--come out like that. But they did."
"I believe we have some things to discuss in private."
She should've known he'd pick option 2.
"I don't think we'll get much privacy around here. We were lucky nobody walked in on us as it is. Is your hotel room close?"
He inclined his head. His long, silvery braid shifted so distractingly on his elegant shoulders. "It is within walking distance, for I always take a hotel closest to the precinct, in case I am needed in the middle of the night."
"Good," Ema said.
He rose, with a surprising amount of composure considering that he'd come. The front of his gold-edged monk's frock covered his crotch, but she knew damn well he was sticky, and possibly soaked through from come.
And if she had her way, he'd be hard again before they even got to his hotel room.
*
Ema grabbed food out of the vending machine before she left the precinct. They were out of Snackoos, but she found something sweet to suffice. She ate on the way to keep her mind from backing out or focusing on all the ways this could go wrong.
If she was going to fuck up, then Ema was going to do it spectacularly. The kiss--and everything that had happened afterwards was only the beginning. But she hadn't thought then. Now a mix of anticipation, restlessness and growing nervousness rose in her.
Just relax, already. You already know he's into you. You had some real pressing physical evidence to prove that.
She dug into her bag in hopes of some buried and slightly smushed and forgotten Snackoo bag. She couldn't have used up her stash already. But the more she dug--only to find crumbs and empty bags between her equipment--the more she realized that in her grumpiness, she must have.
Her heartbeat rose as he closed the door behind her. It was decidedly discount, with a lot of beige. Then again, no surprise. Monks weren't usually known for their worldly possessions. Even if he did wear a lot more flashier monk frock than she was used to.
Still, he pulled it off.
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi cleared his throat and turned to face her. "Detective Skye, please understand that it is not my intention to take you or your work for granted. I am always deeply grateful for your expertise as you work by my side. I am sorry that I have ever led you to believe that. I have always appreciated everything that you do. I am very proud of how thorough you are upon the field."
Ema didn't look up from rifling through her bag. "Could've fooled me," Ema muttered.
"I trust in your abilities. If this causes undue pressure upon you, it was not my intent. The pressure upon a prosecutor and their staff in Khura'in is very different from your country. I cannot be too soft to you there, or there would be...consequences."
Of course. Everything was different in Khura'in. They executed their lawyers there. Ema could only imagine what kind of punishments they'd have for prosecutors that didn't live up to whatever fucked up draconian laws they had there. And he had just lost his third case in a row. She'd only seen a fraction of the judgments, and other less savory aspects of Khura'inese life, because Prosecutor Sahdmadhi always had her out doing something when it came time for such things.
Then maybe it really was the issue of cultural differences, like she'd thought. That didn't make her feel any better, though.
It wasn't just thoughts of him. It was him being one door down, it was them being knee to knee in airport after airport. It was the sheer amount of hours she'd spent not making out with him over these months. It'd just gotten to her. And when lack of sleep and quite likely, pre-period hormones got to her, she snapped in a way she had never before, and might never again.
Ema licked her lips. "Listen, you want me to forgive you for working me so hard? Let me give you a taste of your own medicine. Let me ride you ragged, until you're as exhausted as I am," Ema said.
"I...." He broke off, with wide green eyes.
Ema smirked. "Left you speechless, huh? You'll catch up when you're screaming my name."
She undid the buttons of her shirt, and pulled free the bow at her neck. She felt a bit of smugess at the way his lips parted, speechless again and he licked his lips at the sight of her lacy teal bra. Ever since she'd started to work with Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, she started to update her lingerie. Just in case. She was not going to have him get her clothes off to find old granny panties with rust stains.
Thank God that she'd started pulling out the cute bras and panty sets pretty much the very next day after she met him. It probably would've helped if she'd have the same kind of forethought to grab a box of condoms, but it was pretty damn hard to get contraceptives in an intensely religious place where she barely spoke the language.
Okay, she wasn't in Khura'in this second, but she'd just flown in with no breaks, no weekends and straight back to work for His Ephemeral Holiness.
"Have you been thinking of me like this?"
She undid her pants, and bent down low to get them off--and to give him a show of her teal green lacy thong. "I bought this with you in mind, you know."
He gently rested his hands at her hips. "You're so beautiful...You truly bought this with me in mind?"
"Yep. Just before I left for Khura'in."
"Ah....what a blessing. It hardly feels as if this blessing could be...mine. As if this moment could be real."
Which didn't answer her question in the least, but he was like that. A rubix cube inside of a Chinese puzzle box with a crossword on top. In Latin.
She climbed onto the bed, and leaned in to brush a slow kiss off her lips. "Does this feel real to you?"
"It feels...impossible. And yet, I could not imagine leaving."
She lifted her eyebrows. "You getting laid is that hard for you to imagine? Or is this a monk thing?"
He chuckled and brushed the back of his hand to the side of his lips.
"Wait, are you a virgin? Do I have to play the whore of Babylon and corrupt you? Wait, why am I even asking this? You're a monk. Monks aren't exactly known for their wild sex lives."
His gaze was decidedly enigmatic. "History would say otherwise," he said.
"Good point, some of those Popes had a ton of kids."
She bent down to undo his belt. He watched her intently. It was with some pleasure that she realized he was already getting hard again.
"Need some more help with that?"
He rested his hand against his collar. "I was....distracted by your intense beauty."
She smiled. "Don't worry, I'll corrupt you good. It's been a while since I've done anything like this, so maybe I'm rusty. Still, I think I've got the touch considering--well, what just happened."
"I would never call anything from you a corruption."
"Let's see if you're singing the same tune when I'm done with you," Ema said.
She undid the buttons of his coat, hidden away behind gold embroidery. Oh, how she'd wanted to get a chance to get a view of that chest that she'd felt up. He was slender, but quite toned, with several scars. Ema couldn't wait to feel more of him. She pulled off that maroon turtleneck entirely, and tossed it to the floor. In this light, she caught sight of several scars hidden away on his chest. Was this some monk thing--like those coats of hair the ancient monks used to wear? Her hands traced a scar. He flinched. "Did that hurt?"
He caught her hands up and kissed her then. Another non-answer. She was being distracted away, but it was hard to care when he turned her hand and kissed at her wrist, where her pulse met.
He swallowed, and reached out. He only drew back once, and then he touched her with more determination. Right at her hips, and drew her even closer.
Ema grinned mischievously. "I was wondering when you were going to touch me some more. Or I should say, be a little less gentlemanly."
He slowly, sensually pulled those panties down to the floor.
"Ema," he said softly. "I, too, have longed to touch you for some time."
God, she was still wet and just his voice saying her name was getting her slick again. If she still had her panties on, they would've been soaked through.
Ema licked her lips. "How long?"
"Hmm. First meeting, I would say."
Ema smirked. "Seriously? I guess I already corrupted you. I had Snackoo crumbs all over me that day, too."
"Indeed. I wondered what it would taste like combined with the salt of your skin. Perhaps...not a thought I should have had about a detective I was just about to work with. Yet you captivated me completely from that moment. I was tempted."
Damn, so much for him being a pure monk. Then again, it was good to know that her growing sexual fantasies hadn't been so one-sided.
"Well, if it helps to make it even, one of the first thoughts I had about you was wondering if you'd let me pull your hair."
At his silence, she clarified. (Of course, monk.) "In bed."
"Ah....Do what you will to me, Detective Ema Skye."
Ema let out a hiss. "Enough talk. Get inside me already."
"That will require a bit more undressing, I am afraid."
"Here--let me."
With a smirk, she rested her palm at the bulge in his pants, just to hear that sharp intake in breath.
"Soon," she promised.
She undid his belt, her hands at his pants. She gave it one last forceful tug, and removed his pants and some kind of cloth wrapping thing that was probably Khura'inese monk underwear. (She was just glad he didn't have a chastity belt on, honestly.)
Then he was before her, completely stripped. And damn if she didn't like what she saw.
He cleared his throat. "Shall we..."
"We shall," Ema said.
He climbed onto the bed and she followed, underneath that beige covers and beige sheets right near beige pillows. Whoever was in charge of decorating really liked earth tones.
He kissed her, his hands roaming to thumb over her sensitive nipples. Ema wasn't that big, but he wasn't complaining. He broke off only to kiss her more. At the hollow of her neck, then down to her breasts. His tongue made her nipples even harder, and sent a jolt right to her clit.
"C-come on....I was ready for you weeks ago," Ema gasped.
This time as she straddled him, there wasn't the barrier of clothes, and the fact it'd been a public place. She could have all of him she wanted. He let out a groan as she dropped her hips and rubbed her slick labia right over his thick cock.
He released a sharp breath. His green eyes had never been more brilliant. Her self control was about gone. It took every ounce of self control not to just let him go balls deep in her. God, the way the veins of his cock rubbed against her labia and clit was almost enough to drive her straight towards another orgasm.
"Heh, you liked that, didn't you? Hope I made you just as frustrated as you've been making me."
Before he could even form another moan, she ground her hips to his, rubbing him slick with her wet labia, but never letting him come inside.
She ground again. "Being so close, and so far away, too. It's so gnnn, damn frustrating."
"It was for me as well. I fear, I have faced too much temptation. I can only give in to this sweet taste of paradise," he said softly. He gripped her hips then. Ema let out a gasp as he filled her. God, she needed this. Needed him. Usually, she would've given her partner some mercy, but hey. They'd had a deal.
"Nngh---ah....Ema..."
He broke out in a gasp as she tightened her muscles around him. He ran his hands across her back as she rode him for all he was worth. She was going to break through that composure and get him to scream her name before it was all over.
"You're--just going to have to stay up. That's the deal. You ride me hard at work, I ride you hard off it. So you'll just have to take it. No matter how hard I go."
"Ah....Yes, Ema."
No 'detective' here. God, the way he said her name was so damn sexy.
She gripped at his shoulders as she dropped her hips and took him as deep as she could manage, only to rock her hips until he was almost out of her. Repeat, repeat. Each time his cock came deep in her, she was spiraling towards over more pleasure.
He shifted his hands from her hips, to between her legs. She was still pretty sensitive from the friction of earlier.
The sudden feel of his fingers, so deft and flexible left her gasping. Maybe all that time he'd spent with a Rosary had taught him well.
"Ah--Prosecutor Sahdmadhi!"
The bed creaked beneath the force of them. Hangriness, horniness and way too much air travel all had brought her here. And with how wound tight she was, even with the orgasm she'd gotten earlier, she knew neither of them would last long.
She felt it building in pressure. Each thrust inside her, the very feel of his thick cock. God, she'd wanted him. And this was no let down when all that pleasure came to a crest and filled her completely, starting from his center outwards.
It was such a warm, incredible feeling as she lay on top of him and heard his heartbeat as the last of the climax tingled through her.
Come slid down her thighs and reminded her to add another bad decision to her massive list of the day. She hadn't even remembered a condom. He hadn't pulled out, either. She should've felt bad about that, but honestly? It was a complete turn on and made her want to go for another round.
"Oh, damn..."
She felt like she needed a cigarette after a fuck like that, and she didn't even smoke.
"You sound...What is the word for it? Sicklove?"
"Lovesick? I'm not lovesick just because you keep me up with all your endless demands and jetlag! I need my eight hours or I start looking like the Bride of Frankenstein."
She let out an annoyed breath.
"You would look lovely, just like you do now."
"I'm pretty sure I had sex hair," she said.
"Is that truly the cause of your frustration? It seems to be annoyance and at earlier annoyance?"
How the hell had he seen through all her bitchy bullshit that easily when she could barely tell how he felt most of the time? Had he really figured her out this much by now?
Ema puffed out her cheeks. It only made her blush more prominent.
"I just...want to figure you out. But it's like I'm constantly hitting a wall. I want to know your favorite things, all the things you like...how you're feeling, what you're thinking... And sometimes this...you...distract me. Okay, a lot of the time, but it's your fault for being so distracting with your stupid flowy scarf and mysteriousness. It's not like I have journals full of whether I should go with Ema Sahdmadhi or Ema Skye-Sahdmadhi or anything like that!"
He kissed the back of her neck. Ema shifted, until she turned to face him.
"What I'm thinking about...should not even need words," he said.
"Just because you don't need words to convey things in Khura'in doesn't mean I can read minds--" she broke off as she felt him growing hard against her.
"Again?"
"I have a beautiful woman in my bed. I can hardly think of anything else. Though, if I tried, I could perhaps manage a koan."
"I've got some other things I'd rather you use your tongue for," Ema said.
"...You asked what I was thinking of. What I can tell you, is that when you are around, my thoughts get cloudy--even magnetic. They always go back to you. How intelligent you are, how beautiful, how much I like working with you. The temptation is so great, I cannot resist. The rest--perhaps one day I may speak of it. But for now, there are greater forces than you know. Yet even those forces cannot make me draw away from you."
Ema blew her bangs out of her face. Her hair was probably a mess. She'd care about that later. "I guess I really complicated things."
"No...it would have happened eventually. I knew this from the moment I met you. By taking you with me, the events were pushed much faster than I ever expected. ...However, I must know where you want to go from here."
He gently stroked her cheek. Honestly, it wouldn't take much more to get her revved up again. A few more kisses and she'd be climbing up on top of him to take another ride until she screamed, and the hotel staff had to call them and tell them to shut the fuck up. But to quote Avenue Q: you can be as loud as you want when you're making love.
"You see, I have never felt like this with anyone, until you. I'd given up on such things. I did not think fate would have them in store for me. But meeting you...it felt like a moment that something changed."
"I want more of you," she said quickly. "I want all of it. Everything. No matter what it takes or entails. I'll learn more of Khura'inese culture and you can learn more of my culture. Okay?"
His hand rested at her back.
"Everything? There is far more at stake than you realize. Not all of it is beautiful."
"Don't care. Give me the complicated stuff, the ugly and messy parts. I want to know everything about you. Even if it's difficult."
"One day, I will tell you. This I promise you. No matter what it takes, or what I have to sacrifice to do so."
Ema was about to complain about that, but he was steadily growing harder. She couldn't exactly blame him for deciding to keep more talking to when he had more blood in his brain.
*
Ema woke up beside him. She let out a soft murmur of a moan and leaned in.
The room was surprisingly dark. She blinked and tried to remember. Fantastic fuck, part of it in public, check. Left for lunch, check. God, she was starving.
What time was it again?
"Oh, fuck."
"What is it...Ema?"
There was a pause, as if he'd almost said something else. An endearment, or her title of detective?
"It's almost seven. We slept through the day. And other things."
"Ah."
So, to sum it up, today she had:
1) fought with her boss
2) which led to accidentally made out with her boss
3) which turned into accidentally into dry humping her boss so hard that they both came
4) in public
5) which led to not so accidentally having the best orgasms of her life.
6) Yes, plural.
7) with no protection in sight.
8) (Well, technically she was on the pill, but he'd still come inside her. Multiple times, no less. Not the brightest thing to do. It was still hot as hell)
9) slept through her workday
10) with her boss right beside her
11) the same workday she spent fucking her boss, after fighting with him and having one hell of a heavy session in public.
12) and then she fucking complicated it all by bringing all her messy feelings out.
Man, she was just gearing up for a promotion. If she escaped with just a salary cut, she'd be lucky.
But regrets? At the moment, Ema didn't have a single one. Though that might be the orgasms talking. It was hard to be unhappy with that much dopamine and serotonin in her right now.
"Resting is important too. You have taught me an important lesson in the ways jetlag can affect a person. I hope we understand each other's limits better now."
Ema lifted her eyebrows. "If that's the lesson you took out of this, then I need to fuck you again."
"Study often requires repetition," he said.
"Study like this, and I'll give you an A+."
He pulled her close. "Teach me well, Ema."
Ema chuckled and leaned in for a kiss.
*
Ema barely managed to keep from being late. She'd had to take a bus to get to her apartment just so she could change. There was no way she could wear those clothes again not when they'd ahem.
Had fun that many times.
Ema glanced down at the text. It was from Gabby, her friend, fellow labby, occasional co-conspirator and complaining partner.
Had it been someone else, she might've delayed it, but Gabby always had the good gossip.
Just as a heads up, if the pictures keep circulating, you'll end up in Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth's office.
The pictures of what?
The pictures of your little thing yesterday with Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. Congrats on that btw. I kept forgetting you weren't actually dating with how much the other detectives think you're an item.
Ema nearly dropped her phone. Oh, no. No, no, no. She could get fired. She could get her pay docked. She could become the kind of warning that labbies get when they came to work. Don't make out with and dry hump your prosecutor in the lobby, or you'll end up thrown out, like that Detective Skye.
Please tell me you're joking.
Sorry, Ema. You made a lot of enemies with the labbies and detectives back when you were working with Prosecutor Gavin. One of them must've caught you and snitched. If I could've stopped it, I would've. But by now, the entire precinct and beyond has seen the pictures. They were even printed out and put on the bulletin board. There were even Snaps on the precinct gossip site. It's bad.
Taking out all her anger on other people and hurling snack food and insults constantly didn't exactly endear her to the other detectives and labbies. Every time she'd had to defer to some arrogant labby who acted like she was some troglodyte detective who didn't even know the difference between a haploid and a diploid, it pissed her off even more. It all turned into a vicious cycle that wouldn't break until Prosecutor Gavin went overseas--and she'd staunchly refused his offer to go with him--and Ema finally graduated. Back then, pissed off had been her constant state. But, she'd gotten better. Even so, some of the precinct weren't about to just make amends after years of her being cranky. (And okay, maybe a teensy, weensy bit hard to work with.)
Ema opened up a browser on her phone, and visited a site she knew all too well. PrecinctGossip. She'd been common target back in the Prosecutor Gavin days. The social media account had gotten some sternly worded emails from Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth, but it always came back up. They'd just change URLs long enough for Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth to think it was gone, and then start posting all over again. Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth was many things, but computer savvy wasn't one of them.
A series of snapchats had been saved to the twitter account. The first one caught her fighting with Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. Detective Skank is fighting with a prosecutor again... what a surprise. The next showed the exact moment when she'd kissed him. This was one captioned with OMG! So that's how she keeps her job while being such a bitch! I knew it. Another showed even more embarrassingly, Ema on his lap, as she desperately kissed and writhed against him. I bet she's banged every prosecutor around. So that's why they talk so well about her when she's a case-ruining bitch all the time. She really did sleep her way to the top!
There were more, but Ema couldn't bring herself to keep looking. She quickly shut her eyes. Her face burned. She'd known that some of the other labbies were jealous she got to work with Prosecutor Gavin and Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth, as well as angry at her behavior, but this was a whole other level.
The type which could utterly ruin her career.
She'd worked so hard to finally be happy, and a single impulse had put all that in jeopardy.
Ema made her way to the bulletin board. Thankfully, someone had already taken the printed out snaps down. She tried to fight for breath. Think, Ema. What can you do to try and smooth this over?
The answer loomed before her: a big, fat, nothing.
Except, maybe if she was fired from here, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi would take pity and let her work with him, instead of her having to go work as some perpetually angry fast food worker barely making rent.
She heard a throat clear behind her. As she turned, she saw Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth. Oh, no, no, no!. Usually, this was not her thought process. Any other time it would've been a series of wow, sharp cravat. He looks really handsome.
Except right now, she'd rather see Prosecutor Gavin than Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth.
Just kidding. She never wanted to see Prosecutor Gavin ever again.
"Detective Skye, I'd like to speak with you in my office."
Panic rose in her. Ema craned her neck to stare down the empty hotel. "Um, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi is on a case! I might be called into the courtroom at any t-time. Can it wait?" Ema said desperately.
"He can manage on his own until our talk is complete," he said firmly.
"Oh....um, all right. I-I'll be right there."
There'd been a time when she would've done anything to be in Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth's office. Now was not one of those times.
Ema took a deep breath and closed the door behind her. She took a seat before the big, magnificent prosecutor's desk. A delicate empty tea cup lay on a Steel Samurai coaster just beside his immaculately ordered papers.
Ema couldn't look him in the eye. She opened up her bag and took snack after snack. Of course, Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth didn't like it when people left crumbs in his office. But she needed the boost if she was going to have to survive getting yelled at by her former crush, and hero.
Maybe, just maybe he was calling her in to give her a raise? Who was she kidding? Her luck was way too bad for anything like that.
"Detective Skye, you need to be more in control of your emotions. First it was constant outbursts with Prosecutor Gavin. Then it was trying to break Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's case apart. Now, I was informed by other staff of some pictures of... certain events which transpired yesterday between you and Prosecutor Sahdmadhi."
He cleared his throat, and did not go more deeply into what had transpired. She was grateful for that small mercy.
Ema blushed deeply, and glanced towards the massive bookcase which covered the whole right side of the wall. She couldn't think of anything to say. She sure as hell didn't regret what had happened. Her relationship with Nahyuta had never been better. It wasn't even just a prosecutor and detective relationship any longer, but the new beginnings of a romantic and professional relationship. The type which meant hot sex and cute dates after solving cases. So much that every date felt like a bit of a date--especially when they got off and spent the night talking late into the night about forensic science. He was the most fascinating and gorgeous person she'd ever met, and she was getting multiple orgasms every single time they were together. No way she was breaking up now.
Even if she probably had the hells of extreme jetlag and long distance relationships in her future.
But the last thing she wanted to do was tank her job by her impulsive gesture.
"Ahem. Obviously, this line of work is stressful, and such things happen to the best of us. I cannot say how Khura'in prosecutors conduct themselves, however, while in this precinct, please try and keep your conduct professional when the door is not locked. Public lobbies are not to be used for such things, and you should remain clothed there. Door locks exist for a reason," he said pointedly.
Technically, her clothes had been on the whole time. At least until she got to the hotel.
Wait, the best of us? And that extra notes about locked doors? Had Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth had desperate office quickies at some point? Or he'd just had some detective who got too flirty with other detectives or prosecutors?
Maybe she was looking too into it, desperate to think she wasn't the only person in the entire precinct that wasn't desperately stress fucking a prosecutor.
"That will be all. I'm sure Prosecutor Sahdmadhi still has need of you."
Ema dared to peek up. Wait, he was--smiling? She'd only ever seen him smile around Phoenix. She hadn't expected such a light sentence from the former Demon Prosecutor, now scourge of all who would harm the law.
"U-um, thank you!"
"And, Detective Skye?"
"Do invite us all to the wedding."
Ema walked out dazed. Had that really happened? Come to think of it, PrecinctGossip was always featuring prosecutors and were convinced that Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth and Phoenix were an item and were constantly having quickies in every single room. Ema couldn't see it. Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth just did not seem like the sex in public kind of guy.
But after that talk, it really made her wonder.
*
The case wrapped up so fast, Ema didn't even have a chance to make an appearance. Which was probably for he best, in case anybody in the court had seen that post.
"Is something the matter?"
Ema dug into her almost empty bag of Snackoos. It would take several bites to get up enough morale to tell him the sordid story. Finally, when the bag was empty, she let out a sigh.
"Um. Someone saw us yesterday. They took pictures and put them up online. There's this site, PrecinctGossip. Nobody knows who runs it. But I got featured on it. Again."
He frowned. "Such a putrid soul. Their actions shall drag them into the depths of a thousand hells, if I don't first."
That brought out a little smile. Nahyuta Sahdmadhi, monk, prosecutor and now apparently, hacker from the 80s.
"I thought Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth was really going to throw the book at me, but, surprisingly, I got off with nothing but a slap on my wrist."
Nahyuta looked concerned. "They beat detectives here? And throw books at them?"
"No, I mean, at least not when Prosecutor von Karma isn't around. It's just a metaphor. I just got a warning to behave better. At least in the lobbies."
"Ah.... I'm glad. Next time, we shall remember to lock the door."
"Heheh, he said exactly that."
Ema brightened at this. There would be a next time. Hell, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi was even talking about a next time in public. Come to think of it, she'd never thought he'd be the sex in public kind of guy. But then, desperate times call for desperate measures.
"What will you do about this putrid page?"
Ema was sick of it. Sick of the rumors that she was fucking Klavier when he had a boyfriend and a girlfriend that was emphatically not her. Tired of the accusations that she'd slept her way to the top when she'd worked hard to finally get the job she'd been dreaming about since she was in high school and sent away for science kits.
And sometimes, a girl just snapped. She couldn't exactly throw her Snackoos out and expect them to have a homing device set in. But that didn't mean that she couldn't strike back. They wanted bitch? She was bilingual and could speak fluent bitch. She'd fucking mastered the language years ago.
"Hey, lean in." She lifted up her phone and took a selfie of them close together. Then, she made a caption of her own. Yep, he's ALL mine. Die mad about it.
Her second selfie was a big smile, and a one finger salute. Me? Sleeping with all the prosecutors? LMAO! As if! You should know most of them are gay, considering you keep posting about it!
She stuck her tongue out for the last.
They keep me around because I'm better than you. I understand why you're jealous. I'd be jealous of me, too.
Then she DMed those pictures right to that stupid account. They wanted gossip? As the lawyers said, take that.
"Detective Skye, lunch break is upon us. Would you do me the honor of spending it with me?"
Ema smiled. "I'd be glad to."
"And afterwards, perhaps, some dessert."
"Oho, are we talking sweets or the kind of 'dessert' that requires locked doors and a change of sheets?"
"Perhaps both."
"At once?"
He just gave her an enigmatic smile.
"I have a feeling you and me are going to get along, Prosecutor Nahyuta Sahdmadhi."
"I would not have it any other way," he said.
Now that he was giving her multiple orgasms and dessert (sometimes these went hand in hand) she was way less stressed and pissed off at him. Maybe there was some lesson to be found here, that the rest of those stressed out labbies and detectives just needed to find themselves a good lawyer or detective and a supply closet.
As for her? She was going to take Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth's advice to heart, and lock the fucking door next time.
