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[shifting]

Hey - [Sam looks very busy! He's in his office at Merlotte's, gathering up files, folders...] - wanted to let everybody know to come down to Merlotte's tonight, we've got a few stand-up comics hired for the night show and some drink specials. I won't be there though, I've got to meet with some people about gettin' a loan, but I've got someone I used to work with at Club 24 coverin' for me tonight. She's real sweet, so I want ya'll to make her feel welcome, okay? - And don't think this means you can act up in the club; I'll still be back to kick ya'll in the ass tomorrow if you do.

[he grabs his keys, waves at the NV and sets it face-down on his desk. There's a muffled conversation, and soon after a woman picks the NV up and smirks]

...Hey there. I'm Sandra - I'll be watchin' the bar for Sam tonight. Hope to see you all in.



((APRIL FOOLS - with a little help from the devil, Sam's in touch with his feminine side tonight and plans to troll you all. You can respond to this like a post or start an action thread in the club!))

Comments

[shifting]

For an April Fool's joke, yeah. [and since they're already chest to chest, she tries to walk him back towards the desk chair] You wouldn't believe all the people I've been messin' with.

[ergomaniac]

[And he goes, stepping backwards with cautiousness or with nervousness.]

Oh...Really? Over the network?

[There's a moment of surprise when the chair hits the back of his knees, and then he sits hard down in it. He swallows as he looks up at her. Him. Sam. And, cautiously, his hand comes up to that lovely waist.]

[shifting]

In person.

...You know. [and she sits on that suddenly vulnerably lap, her long legs straddled over his. She grins down at him wickedly, playfully] Like with you.

Just... not this intimately. [/cravat tug]

[ergomaniac]

I, um -

[And he shifts awkwardly in his seat, keenly aware of on just what flesh her rear end is pressing and keenly aware that if she keeps it up, she'll be feeling something unfortunate. His heart is beating hard in his chest, and if Sam still has that remarkable shifter's nose then he can smell mingled fear and arousal.]

I should hope not.

[And suddenly Edgeworth's resolve firms. It's because he thinks about Sam acting like this with someone else, and that thought (that jealousy?) overwhelms his fear of rejection. And so, suddenly, with a swift movement, Edgeworth reaches up and tugs her head down to press her lips against his.]

[shifting]

[her grin widens] Jealou - ?

[Oh. Her eyes go wide in surprise, but find themselves closing soon after, thrilled by the sudden determination she can taste in Edgeworth's mouth, sliding her tongue against his and breathing him in. Her hands find their way to his sides, slipping under his jacket. Damn, where did this come from, Edgeworth?]

[ergomaniac]

[He breaks off for just a moment.]

Is this okay -

[And then a moment later he's kissing her again, tongue pressing into her mouth, hands sliding down over her waist and then down to her rear. He squeezes, and then feels bad a moment and then decides that with the way she tastes he really doesn't have blood enough in his head to care much about feeling bad.]

[shifting]

[yeah, verbal answers aren't necessary. Not with all this body language. She leans into him, arching for his touch and just as eager for his mouth. Her hands are undoing whatever buttons she can get at, pulling off his cravat and burying eager noises under their kiss. As if forgetting what body she's in, she grinds against him - only to realize that doesn't feel half-bad in this body either.]

[ergomaniac]

[He shudders and sucks at her lips when she grinds on him. It's so altogether wrong - and altogether foolish - because what nature of coward is he, what craven idiot, who will embrace Sam like this when he takes some other shape but when he's a man will shy away -

God, those are amazing breasts. He lowers his mouth to her neck and sucks hard at her skin; one hand keeps kneading her rear end while the other slides up under her shirt, up to cup and caress her breast.

He lifts his mouth to her ear, mutters in a voice heated and breathless:]

I want you on your desk.

[It's not ungentle, but nor is it kind or playful. There's an urgency in his voice. He's already hard.]

[shifting]

So put me up there, cowboy. [egging him on purpose now, even leaning in and nipping his lower lip, her eyes in his the whole time. Do it. Come on. She knows he's got muscles under that suit - she wants to see them work.

Nothing else matters right now. Not the thoughts of what will happen after, or the thoughts of why this hasn't happened before. Everything has boiled down the simple equation of the heat between them and how long it will take to get their clothes off.]

[ergomaniac]

[He draws in a breath when she purrs that at him. It's stupid, of course, but the cavemannish part of his brain seems to spread and overtake the more reasonable and rational gray matter. It makes him feel powerful. It makes him feel strong. It makes him feel aggressive. It's not enough to make him handle her roughly, but it's enough to make him grab her by the thighs, make sure her legs are firmly around him, and then hold her across the back. In a motion, he stands and lifts (and thank God he doesn't drop her; God that would be embarrassing) and then spreads her out across the desk.

He stands above her, looking down, intensity in his face. He places his hand at her waist, where the shirt is covering her, and begins drawing the cloth up, skimming fingers across skin.]

[shifting]

[Hell yeah. Seeing him act like this sends the best sort of thrill through her. Seeing those muscles work, feeling his heat - oh it's good. She clings to him as he lifts her up, nips at his ear because she can't stop long enough to let him set her down first. She's too excited for that.

She feels wanted.

Sam's eyes watch his when he starts to lift her shirt. She licks her lips, looking hungry, pulling him closer with her legs.] I like this side of you. You oughta let it out more.

[ergomaniac]

[He draws the shirt up above her breasts, then reaches behind her to unhook her brassiere - not as clumsy as he'd been, once upon a time, though it still does take a bit of fumbling. Those words give him pause, though, and he looks up from her breasts to that half-familiar face - ]

I...there are not precisely many...contexts when I would.

[But embarrassment, shyness - even jealousy - are somewhat less important than the heat between them. He leans down, half-crouching, to take her breast into his mouth even as his hand strays downwards, underneath her waistband.]

[shifting]

...Maybe there oughta be more.

[veiled and hooded, but - it's an offer, and she hopes Edgeworth will pick up on it. She's okay with this. She's okay with him. Even when she doesn't have breasts to squeeze.

He takes her nipple into his mouth, warm and wet on her nipple, and she remembers a field of cherry blossoms. Her arms squeeze him desperately close, pulling off his jacket and laying her face on his hair, smelling his shampoo and herbal tea and dusty books and male arousal. Edgeworth. Her Edgeworth. She smiles.] I've missed this.

[ergomaniac]

[He takes a deep breath as he sucks, trying to work up courage. I've missed this. Not - I regretted that, or That was a mistake. Not silence on the matter. An open acknowledgment, and joy -

He kneels and slowly kisses his way down her stomach. His hands start to work down the hems of her pants, and he goes lower and lower. When he hits her hip, he lifts his head, and says, in a thick voice:]

So...have I.

[shifting]

Guess that makes us pretty foolish, huh? [her voice as dry and full of anticipation as his. She's watching him so closely now, her legs slowly spreading for him. She's about to tell him to rip these damn jeans off her, or she's gonna rip his off. Either way - one of them needs to be more naked. Now.]

[ergomaniac]

[His heart is pounding. It's lust, yes, but also terror, and also...

Joy.]

The...greatest of idiots. Yes.

[He swallows hard, then hooks his fingers over the waistline of her jeans and slides them down. He concentrates hard on the work of stripping her, lest he forget himself and begin laughing with happiness.]

[shifting]

Miles... [a named mixed with a soft gasp, watching his always careful, always prudent hands slipping her free of her clothing. This is it, this is real, this is happening. There's no going back. There's nothing they can blame this on.]

You're all right with this. Just - remind me that you're all right. And I'm yours. I couldn't handle... [regret.]

[ergomaniac]

I'm all right.

[He swallows hard and then strokes her knee gently. Slowly, he lowers his head to rest against her inner thigh, and he speaks very quietly against her.]

And you're...mine.

[shifting]

For as long as you'll have me. [arching over him, finding purchase on his shoulders and with cool fingers against the back of his neck, breathing above his hair. She wants this so bad that she's shaking. Funny, to think this had all started as a prank. That thought's a million miles away now]