Under a Blue Moon

Edgeworth offered Phoenix dinner at an expensive Japanese steak house in Midtown Manhattan. Even at nine o’clock at night, the place was busy with a mixture of tourists and business executives. Soft jazz music filled the restaurant. They situated near a window where they could see the active New York atmosphere. For a while, they conversed about the conference with Phoenix discussing how his speech went. The reaction was splendid, he noted. Edgeworth took in a small gulp of red wine as he listened. His eyes examined Phoenix’s tired but happy face.

Somehow, during the course of the evening, Edgeworth began to act differently. A nervous finger tapped on the plate in an anxious melody. He began to drink more and more wine as the dinner progressed. Phoenix noticed these changes immediately. He knew his friend’s mannerisms quite well. So he asked what the matter was.

Edgeworth looked at Phoenix in a loving gaze. A hand reached out towards Phoenix caressing his cheek. Edgeworth murmured some nonsense before leaning over so that their lips touched teasingly. The objects on the table rattled due to Edgeworth’s clumsy movements. Miles puckered his lips and gave Phoenix a sweet kiss.

Startled, Phoenix gave in. And here I thought I was to make the first move, Phoenix thought.

The side of Phoenix’s lips quivered as the kiss broke away. An impromptu declaration of love wasn’t what he expected from the notoriously distant Miles Edgeworth. As if on cue, Miles looked ashamed, a finger circled the rim of his wine glass. A slow smile rose from Phoenix’s lips before resuming the remainder of Edgeworth’s unexpected kiss.

After indulging in more red wine and dinner, the pair returned to Phoenix’s hotel room. It was from this point where everything became a blur. One moment he was enjoying the free room service then in the next he was stripped down to his boxers wearing the complementary white hotel bathrobe. The room was dark with the exception of the low hum of the analog television in the background.

In between the kissing and moaning, Phoenix never once thought about the significance of this encounter. They were friends, but not lovers. Never did they talk about having a sexual relationship although there were so many occasions where Phoenix wanted to discuss this option with his dear friend. The very idea of sexual encounter, at this stage of their relationship anyway, was absurd. It was often thrown around as a joke. Secretly, Phoenix wanted to rid of the sexual tension between them. He wanted to know what it was like to make love to Miles, and sometimes he fantasized about that idea as he laid in bed at night. It seemed this one night was going to make his fantasy into reality.

Overall impression: Meh. Don't worry. The sexy stuff is next. As a fair warning, that excerpt will be friends locked.