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Someone's Asleep In My Bed!

So you wake up in the morning - or maybe you're about to go to bed - and to your utter surprise...

There is someone in your bed. What do you do now?
 

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1. Post with your character, with the name and series in the subject line
2. Reply to others. Are you in their bed? Are they in yours?
3. ???
4. PROFIT

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[whippings]

[ hey what other reason would she have for falling asleep in his bed ]

[ In any case, she leans in even further, raising a hand to cup his chin, fingers squeezing his cheeks as if he's a young child or cute puppy. ]

Has anyone ever told you that you need to do something about your debilitating sense of self-esteem?

[ace_attorney]

... No. Zhey moshly dewilitate it more.....

(Ezbecially you! I mean, especially you!)

[whippings]

[ She sighs. She should probably just go home and leave this fool to his self-loathing misery. Yet, she'd come here with a purpose in mind, and just moving on without fulfilling seemed awfully like giving up to her - even if it was just a drunken idea, her mind was perfect. Always.

Franziska von Karma is not a quitter, so it's with that in mind that she does what happens next. ]

Close your eyes.

[ And even though she's given him that direction she moves her hands upwards and obscures his vision.

He won't see this coming.

Literally. ]

[ace_attorney]

[Franziska, you can do better than him, surely. Come on.

But of course any idea she had must be perfect. He does not, in fact, close his eyes, but instead just sees the palms of her hands the whole time, and then takes a step back. Then possibly another one. It may or may not help at all, though, except in achieving his back being against the wall. Literally.]

so basically in conclusion franziska gets off on phoenix's suffering?

[whippings]

[ Again with the low self-esteem, Phoenix Wright.

Anyway, now that he's backed up against the wall, there's nowhere else to go, nothing else to do, then what she had always intended.

And that's kiss him, of course. It's only when she's leaned in to press her lips against his that she pulls her hand away from his eyes; it trails over his shoulder, down his side, tugs his body against hers.

It's no chaste kiss, to be certain; Franziska's actions are commandeering, full of a pent up sort of energy saved for such an occasion as this. Perhaps she would never see him in a courtroom again, but at least she'd have something to remember him by. ]

um no surprise

[ace_attorney]

([He sits there lik.e a lim.p biscuit for about two se.conds before Whis body respohnds for a him, leaning into tthe ki!?ss.

Also, his mind and h)is thought process just exploded into tiny little bits. As illustrated.]

... yeah it really isn't

[whippings]

[ That pause is long enough to cause her stomach to twist - perhaps she'd misread the situation, the outcomes, and this wasn't going to turn out the way she had expected. But then he starts kissing back and those thoughts of doubt... well, they never really existed. How could she, Franziska von Karma, be wrong?

Like always, she had him right where she wanted; in this case, against the wall, her lips against his, hips pulled flush together. Almost immediately, she deepens the kiss, tongue prising his lips apart. ]

[ace_attorney]

[what do you mean like always.... you always lose...

This case may be a bit different, though. One can't very well shout Objection! while one's lips are otherwise occupied. Especially when Franziska is being so (well, normally) aggressive.

He squirms against the wall, but he finds himself responding automatically nevertheless. Especially with the "hips flush" part. That's difficult to ignore.]

[whippings]

[ Franziska von Karma is not the type of woman to be ignored. This much is evident after she feels Phoenix respond to her actions, and in return she rolls her hips against his and nips at his lower lip with her teeth.

Coming up for air? A von Karma is a superior type of human being that does not need to indulge in such nonsense! ]

[ace_attorney]

[The evident challenge that she's making of this rather makes him want to challenge her right back. Maybe Franziska von Karma can be ignored, and maybe that'll just set her off even more. He backs it off for a second, pulling away and just... staring, a little bug-eyed, with no idea what to say, except he's so not sure about the legality of this...]

--V-Von Karma, is everything all right!?

[whippings]

[ Phoenix Wright, why do you ruin perfectly good things by asking questions. She leans with him, brushing her breath hot against his neck when she answers. ]

I don't remember asking you to speak.

[ace_attorney]

[perfectly good things like convicting innocent people?]

I don't remember you asking me to do anything!

[--That breath though... Scary / stimulating / geez.]

[whippings]

[ She jerks back to look at Phoenix properly, her eyes icy. ]

Are you saying that you don't want this?

[ace_attorney]

[.............

Well, it's hard to say that.]

I-I'm saying the way you're going about it might not be perfect.

[which might as well be an admission.]

[whippings]

[ It's not rejection, not that she had expected that, she reminds herself. Of course he would want her - who wouldn't? He should be grateful, if anything. His words, however, does cause her frown to deepen but her eyes are more telling; her gaze has softened slightly, not friendly, but teasing. She draws her fingers up from his waist, over his chest, until they're at his collar, fiddling with the knot of his tie.

She laughs. ]

Who do you think you are, to criticize my technique?

[ace_attorney]

How much experience with applying your technique could you possibly have...!?

[the only word for what she's doing now is "urk." He holds very still so as not to provoke any strangling.

...you know, except for his words.]

[whippings]

[ She undoes the tie, finally, pulling it down from his neck and dropping it careless on the floor. She really doesn't care about the state of your clothes, Phoenix Wright. Although by the way her fingers have started working on the buttons, it does seem that she cares to a certain extent, and that her preferred state of being, insofar as Phoenix's clothes are concerned, is off. ]

More than is any of your business, Phoenix Wright. Why don't you just let me manage the details?

[ace_attorney]

Because the defense has the right to cross-examine...

(Or--what? I'm going crazy...! Well, that's still what I mean, but... not so metaphorically.)

[whippings]

[ Her bare fingers glide over revealed skin as she works the buttons. ]

I wouldn't blame you if you forfeit. It is me, after all.

[ Because who would stand up to Franziska von Karma, really. ]

[ace_attorney]

I'm not forfeiting anything... I certainly never have against you.

[on the other hand he is doing a great job of just standing there.]

[whippings]

[ She notices that, and instead of simply gliding her fingernails now begin to scratch at the exposed skin, testing to see his reaction. ]

Hmph. That's because you're a fool who doesn't know when to give up.

[ Halfway done with the buttons now, her hand is almost upon his stomach. ]

I thought you might've learnt your lesson by now.

[ace_attorney]

[Well, his reaction is to draw back from it involuntarily.]

That's because giving up is something you can't do until the case is over... I'd think you'd learn your lesson by now.

[He punctuates this with a hand motion of his own. Which ends up being basically grabbing some of those frills as he tries to semi-finger-point at her and ends up just.... poking.]

she's wearing a dress gosh

[whippings]

[ She makes a grab at that hand with her own - the one that's not preoccupied with drawing patterns on Phoenix's skin, that is. Rude. ]

Hah. Unlike you, Phoenix Wright, I never ever give up. Ever.

whatever whatever WHATEVER

[ace_attorney]

[... His hand is immobilized.]

Even after you've lost, huh?


....Not surprising.

you should fix that, phoenix wright >(

[whippings]

[ She smirks. ]

I wouldn't know. [ Buttons undone, Phoenix's shirt hangs open. ] I have never lost.