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fic: After Hours
Title: After Hours
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/pairing: Nahyuta/Ema
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1511
Summary: After a long day, Nahyuta undoes his hair, and relaxes with Ema.
Author's note:
Cleaning out my drafts. Enjoy.
I told OblivionIsAtHand I'd do monk content, and here it is.
After the last case and meeting of the day, it was finally--finally--just them. His sherwani and brocade was removed for some loose and baggy white pants made from local materials, and some close-cropped white tank top which hugged his body perfectly.
He made even the casual attire look like a model. Was there anything he couldn't make gorgeous? She was pretty sure he could make wearing a paper bag sexy.
His room was full of many bookcases of history, prayer, religion, myths, law and more. And Nahyuta had read most of these books--unlike Ema's bookcases which were full of books she was gonna get to. Someday.
(She was busy, okay?)
Thankfully, he'd moved up his bed size from his tiny monk's, one that could fit them both.
The bookcases were the main draw of his room, and they surrounded every corner. Most of the decoration was focused there, on ornate bookends and a few small figurines carved from rocks from Mount PoniPoni. But she was still learning the significance of them. One was a figure of Lady Kee'ra. Near it, one of the Plumed Punisher.
A large light with carved butterflies hung from the ceiling, and it put the shape of wings across the walls. It was the words of a prayer for peace and deliverance, said by the Holy Mother herself. A very important part of Khura'inese religion that every devotee had memorized at an early age through constant repetition. It was often found in golden letters in art around Khura'in.
Nahyuta pulled back the dark bedspread, made with designs of golden butterflies across the top and nestled in. He reached up, with strong and toned arms that she loved to feel up when they were alone, and slowly undid his braid. Everything about him was a fairy tale, right down to the evil stepmother--or rather, aunt, in his case.
There was a certain intimacy of this moment. No one else saw him like this. His hair slightly wavy from the braid. Undone, with his monk's collar and frock coat stripped off, the vestments neatly folded. His long silvery hair fell in waves off the side of the bed.
She leaned over the bed, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled so gently, as his fingers undid the bindings that kept his braid tightly wound. Khura'in was all about strict rules; not a hair could be out of place. Unless he was with her.
"I can't believe you do this routine every day. I could never take that many hours on my hair. Half the time I oversleep and end up at work with wet hair, and covered in food crumbs," Ema said.
And he still loved her anyways.
"I also say my prayers while I spend the many hours brushing, braiding, and oiling my hair," Nahyuta said. "It is as you say--multitasking."
She smiled. She'd taught him that word and Nahyuta had gone with it.
"Welcome back, Ema, my love."
"I was always here, silly. We spent all today together except when you were in meetings."
And Nahyuta spent a lot of his day in meetings, advising his sister, or on the phone these days. It had to be wearing on him, but Nahyuta rarely showed anything but serenity.
(Then again, he'd been through such hell in his life, a few annoying meetings would be nothing in comparison.)
"And yet I missed you even as you were beside me. Or, I simply missed that I could not do this--"
He leaned and covered her mouth with his. It was a gentle kiss, not the open mouthed, desperate kind which just might come later after they'd unwound a bit.
"Move up a little, love," he said.
She did, only so he could scoot behind her and she could lean up against him.
Ema was not quite as collected and everything in place as her prosecutor. She had a messy desk, messy thoughts, and a messy style of doing forensics which often had a lot of snacking in-between. He still praised her, lab-coats full of crumbs and all.
Lately she'd been trying messy buns on as a style. It kept her hair out of her work, and looked pretty good too. He undid her bun, the bobby pins out one by one until her hair was free.
Ema pulled out her tablet. She mostly had old episodes of Forensic Files stored in there, since the signal wasn't always great for streaming. The latest Netflix documentaries weren't really that great anyways.
"What I can't believe, is you have the entire world nestled in your lap," he said.
"An entire world, huh? Pretty poetic way to say you had fun last night," Ema said.
"Your tablet. Though that as well is a wonder."
"All the wonders of modern technology, and portable, too," Ema said.
She got an episode up, and lifted the tablet for them both to see.
She rested her back against him. "The next episode is a real nail biter. There's this mom and--wait, I can't spoil it. The reveal is too good."
He ran his fingers through her hair. Her hair was mouse brown, kind too thing, and nothing compared to his Disney Princess hair. He still seemed to find her gorgeous, even on the days she'd been too busy to wash her hair.
"This is great. You work surprisingly fast--I'm pretty amazed what you can do with your hands, actually," Ema said.
"You said that last night, too," he said softly.
"Some monk you are," Ema said. She playfully tapped him on the chest.
"Loving is no sin, and if it were, I'd simply have to atone. For I'd rather risk a billion hells than stop loving you."
They leaned in for a couple of episodes. His hand reached to cover hers. After a day of rebuilding an entire country while learning the language, culture, contexts and more, it was nice to share this kind of nostalgia with him.
The calming narration helped, too.
She settled down against him, and enjoyed his responses, as he found her favorite twists for the first time. It was shows like these which had led her down this path. She stayed up to eagerly watch old episodes of Forensic files that aired at night, and caught every Dateline and 20/20 episode which aired. She'd look at the forensic scientists working a kind of magic and thought that will be me one day.
And after a long and difficult road, she was here. Though Ema sure didn't expect she'd be across the side of the ocean.
"P-Pohlkunka! Truly? The mother would be that putrid?" Nahyuta exclaimed.
"I know! I was shocked the first time, too! She seemed so contrite and devastated, then it turned out it was just a cover up for the fact she was the murderer!"
"It's nice, sharing this with you. I loved them as a kid. They hold up, too."
A lot of media didn't. But the late night documentaries of murders had led her down this path. Seeing the clues, even the dead bodies were just more steps in solving it. Gruesome as it was, Ema knew the way. She'd photograph and preform autopsies, and be the detective who 'put the putrid accused in jail' as Nahyuta would put it.
"We should watch Plumed Punisher together sometime. I...enjoyed that as a child. I even had a shirt of her. It was a precious gift. Father couldn't afford much, as we were on the run. He managed to find a way to buy it for me for a birthday gift. I treasured that shirt until I could not wear it any longer. Even then I kept it until it was lost in a fire."
All she knew about Plumed Punisher was 1) Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth hated it, 2) for a while there it got co-opted for state propaganda by Ga'ran and 3) it was a long-running show ala Steel Samurai which resembled it in plot structure.
"I'd love to," she said. "Maybe we can watch Steel Samurai too. For comparisons."
"Many of your law officers enjoy this show, yes? I should like to learn it."
She had to laugh. Nahyuta went into shows not as a casual viewer, but as the genius prosecutor determined to learn all about the world around him. Even when he was off-duty, he
"You nerd," she said playfully. She leaned back enough so their lips could meet, and she could steal a kiss. The tablet fell off her lap. Thankfully it only fell to the soft bed.
"Another episode?" Ema said.
"One more, I think. Then we shall turn in, if you desire."
Damn, her monk could make simply words sound so fucking sexy.
"Sounds good to me," she said.
She flipped to another episode, and settled in.
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/pairing: Nahyuta/Ema
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1511
Summary: After a long day, Nahyuta undoes his hair, and relaxes with Ema.
Author's note:
Cleaning out my drafts. Enjoy.
I told OblivionIsAtHand I'd do monk content, and here it is.
After the last case and meeting of the day, it was finally--finally--just them. His sherwani and brocade was removed for some loose and baggy white pants made from local materials, and some close-cropped white tank top which hugged his body perfectly.
He made even the casual attire look like a model. Was there anything he couldn't make gorgeous? She was pretty sure he could make wearing a paper bag sexy.
His room was full of many bookcases of history, prayer, religion, myths, law and more. And Nahyuta had read most of these books--unlike Ema's bookcases which were full of books she was gonna get to. Someday.
(She was busy, okay?)
Thankfully, he'd moved up his bed size from his tiny monk's, one that could fit them both.
The bookcases were the main draw of his room, and they surrounded every corner. Most of the decoration was focused there, on ornate bookends and a few small figurines carved from rocks from Mount PoniPoni. But she was still learning the significance of them. One was a figure of Lady Kee'ra. Near it, one of the Plumed Punisher.
A large light with carved butterflies hung from the ceiling, and it put the shape of wings across the walls. It was the words of a prayer for peace and deliverance, said by the Holy Mother herself. A very important part of Khura'inese religion that every devotee had memorized at an early age through constant repetition. It was often found in golden letters in art around Khura'in.
Nahyuta pulled back the dark bedspread, made with designs of golden butterflies across the top and nestled in. He reached up, with strong and toned arms that she loved to feel up when they were alone, and slowly undid his braid. Everything about him was a fairy tale, right down to the evil stepmother--or rather, aunt, in his case.
There was a certain intimacy of this moment. No one else saw him like this. His hair slightly wavy from the braid. Undone, with his monk's collar and frock coat stripped off, the vestments neatly folded. His long silvery hair fell in waves off the side of the bed.
She leaned over the bed, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled so gently, as his fingers undid the bindings that kept his braid tightly wound. Khura'in was all about strict rules; not a hair could be out of place. Unless he was with her.
"I can't believe you do this routine every day. I could never take that many hours on my hair. Half the time I oversleep and end up at work with wet hair, and covered in food crumbs," Ema said.
And he still loved her anyways.
"I also say my prayers while I spend the many hours brushing, braiding, and oiling my hair," Nahyuta said. "It is as you say--multitasking."
She smiled. She'd taught him that word and Nahyuta had gone with it.
"Welcome back, Ema, my love."
"I was always here, silly. We spent all today together except when you were in meetings."
And Nahyuta spent a lot of his day in meetings, advising his sister, or on the phone these days. It had to be wearing on him, but Nahyuta rarely showed anything but serenity.
(Then again, he'd been through such hell in his life, a few annoying meetings would be nothing in comparison.)
"And yet I missed you even as you were beside me. Or, I simply missed that I could not do this--"
He leaned and covered her mouth with his. It was a gentle kiss, not the open mouthed, desperate kind which just might come later after they'd unwound a bit.
"Move up a little, love," he said.
She did, only so he could scoot behind her and she could lean up against him.
Ema was not quite as collected and everything in place as her prosecutor. She had a messy desk, messy thoughts, and a messy style of doing forensics which often had a lot of snacking in-between. He still praised her, lab-coats full of crumbs and all.
Lately she'd been trying messy buns on as a style. It kept her hair out of her work, and looked pretty good too. He undid her bun, the bobby pins out one by one until her hair was free.
Ema pulled out her tablet. She mostly had old episodes of Forensic Files stored in there, since the signal wasn't always great for streaming. The latest Netflix documentaries weren't really that great anyways.
"What I can't believe, is you have the entire world nestled in your lap," he said.
"An entire world, huh? Pretty poetic way to say you had fun last night," Ema said.
"Your tablet. Though that as well is a wonder."
"All the wonders of modern technology, and portable, too," Ema said.
She got an episode up, and lifted the tablet for them both to see.
She rested her back against him. "The next episode is a real nail biter. There's this mom and--wait, I can't spoil it. The reveal is too good."
He ran his fingers through her hair. Her hair was mouse brown, kind too thing, and nothing compared to his Disney Princess hair. He still seemed to find her gorgeous, even on the days she'd been too busy to wash her hair.
"This is great. You work surprisingly fast--I'm pretty amazed what you can do with your hands, actually," Ema said.
"You said that last night, too," he said softly.
"Some monk you are," Ema said. She playfully tapped him on the chest.
"Loving is no sin, and if it were, I'd simply have to atone. For I'd rather risk a billion hells than stop loving you."
They leaned in for a couple of episodes. His hand reached to cover hers. After a day of rebuilding an entire country while learning the language, culture, contexts and more, it was nice to share this kind of nostalgia with him.
The calming narration helped, too.
She settled down against him, and enjoyed his responses, as he found her favorite twists for the first time. It was shows like these which had led her down this path. She stayed up to eagerly watch old episodes of Forensic files that aired at night, and caught every Dateline and 20/20 episode which aired. She'd look at the forensic scientists working a kind of magic and thought that will be me one day.
And after a long and difficult road, she was here. Though Ema sure didn't expect she'd be across the side of the ocean.
"P-Pohlkunka! Truly? The mother would be that putrid?" Nahyuta exclaimed.
"I know! I was shocked the first time, too! She seemed so contrite and devastated, then it turned out it was just a cover up for the fact she was the murderer!"
"It's nice, sharing this with you. I loved them as a kid. They hold up, too."
A lot of media didn't. But the late night documentaries of murders had led her down this path. Seeing the clues, even the dead bodies were just more steps in solving it. Gruesome as it was, Ema knew the way. She'd photograph and preform autopsies, and be the detective who 'put the putrid accused in jail' as Nahyuta would put it.
"We should watch Plumed Punisher together sometime. I...enjoyed that as a child. I even had a shirt of her. It was a precious gift. Father couldn't afford much, as we were on the run. He managed to find a way to buy it for me for a birthday gift. I treasured that shirt until I could not wear it any longer. Even then I kept it until it was lost in a fire."
All she knew about Plumed Punisher was 1) Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth hated it, 2) for a while there it got co-opted for state propaganda by Ga'ran and 3) it was a long-running show ala Steel Samurai which resembled it in plot structure.
"I'd love to," she said. "Maybe we can watch Steel Samurai too. For comparisons."
"Many of your law officers enjoy this show, yes? I should like to learn it."
She had to laugh. Nahyuta went into shows not as a casual viewer, but as the genius prosecutor determined to learn all about the world around him. Even when he was off-duty, he
"You nerd," she said playfully. She leaned back enough so their lips could meet, and she could steal a kiss. The tablet fell off her lap. Thankfully it only fell to the soft bed.
"Another episode?" Ema said.
"One more, I think. Then we shall turn in, if you desire."
Damn, her monk could make simply words sound so fucking sexy.
"Sounds good to me," she said.
She flipped to another episode, and settled in.