Title: What Do You Mean, It’s Not Symbolic?
Request: Phoenix playing with a popsicle.
Warnings: Implied Phoenix/Edgeworth.
Original Link: http://teagueful.livejournal.com/35657.html?thread=10541641#t10541641

Edgeworth sat down, draping the icy towel over his bare shoulders, being careful to keep as much of his body away from the couch as possible (who knew what sort of horrible germs lurked beneath the cloth?), fanning himself with Wright’s junk mail. “For the love of God, Wright, would it kill you to turn the air conditioning on just this once?”

Wright, sporting his own towel, rolled his eyes as he rummaged through the freezer. “I told you, I can’t afford the spike in my electricity bill. Besides, you’re the one who wanted to come over, so suck it up and stop being such a baby.” He brought out one of the frozen treats he had bought from their earlier trip to the Asian food source and snapped it in two. “Which half you want? And no top versus bottom jokes, or I’ll kick you out on the street half naked.”

Edgeworth made no comment, but he couldn’t quite hold back his smirk. “Your choice.”

With another eyeroll, Wright tossed Edgworth the pointy-ended half and sat down at the other end of the couch, rolling his half of the popsicle between his back teeth.

Edgeworth waited until his began to melt and ooze over the top before teasing it with his tongue. He looked up to see if Phoenix noticed─

And almost dropped his popsicle as Phoenix bit into the treat, chewing with his mouth half-open. He then proceeded to flip the opening over on itself, turn the entire thing backwards, and squeezed it between his hands in a distinctive, cringe-inducing fashion. As the innards of the popsicle turned to mush, Phoenix then began slurping from it, swallowing bite-sized chunks of the half-melted substance.

“Well, thanks for killing the mood,” Edgeworth muttered, popping his half into his mouth.

It was only now that Phoenix seemed to notice that Edgeworth had been watching him. He grinned and downed the remainder of the popsicle. “Oh, I’m sorry, were you expecting me to put on a performance?”

“Fuck you, Wright.”

“In this weather? I don’t like you that much.”

Unnecessarily Long and Tiresome Authoress’ Notes:
Sorry to disappoint, but the mental image of Phoenix eating popsicles the same way I do was too hilarious to resist.