Beneath the Uniform

Title: Beneath
Author: EmaSkye
Summary: Mia storms into Lana's office, upset at her friends recent actions. Can Mia get through to her? Slight GS1 spoilers.
Pairing(s): Mia/Lana
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Mia Fey, Lana Skye, Ema Skye, Mike Meekins.
Author's notes: Is supposed to take place after SL9 incident, but before Phoenix Wright starts. Again, not a very common combo, so... Oh, and I know the timeline doesn't fit. I just made it work. :)
Disclaimer: Again, no money made, do not own characters, please don't sue.


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The brunette shoved her way onto the elevator, ignoring the looks from the men around her. She pushed the button for the fifteenth floor and stepped back, crossing her arms.

“A piece of my mind, that’s what I’m going to give her,” she thought, remembering why she was in the elevator in the first place. “Bitch can’t even call me back.”

The bell dinged and she stepped off the elevator, again ignoring the stupid looks from the men around her. She walked in fast, measured steps, her heels clicking against the floor in a quick rhythm.

Nothing was going to stop her. She had an agenda, and to make things worse, she was pissed. There was no better combination to hold her concentration. Mia Fey was a man – er, woman – on a mission.

“Wait till I chew her out,” she repeated to herself. She even didn’t notice the throngs of people she was marching through. That is, until she nearly tripped over one.

“Gah!” she yelled as a girl in a lab coat crawled around.

“Miss Fey,” she called. “Look, there are fingerprints on the underside of this bench.”

“Rocket scientist, this one,” Mia thought scathingly.

“Where’s your sister?” she asked the girl, foregoing all niceties.

Seeing the rage in Mia’s eyes, the girl quickly answered, “In her office.”

“Fine,” Mia replied and began to pick up her pace again.

“Uh Miss Fey,” the girl called again. Mia snapped her head back to give the girl a quick look.

“My sister is working on paperwork right now. She gave strict orders not to be disturbed. Lana even told the guards not to let anyone in. That’s why I’m out here. No one can go in, not even me. Her own sister…” the girl trailed off sadly. She hung her head dejectedly as her two hands wrung out the strap of her bag.

“No problem,” Mia quipped, and she once again started her trek. She took one step before turning back to the girl and added, “Ema, you’d be better off dusting for fingerprints on Edgeworth’s car.”

“Oh! That’s a great idea! Then I can tell Mr. Edgeworth who’s making his car dirty,” the girl replied with a toothy grin. “No wonder my sister always says to go to you for help.” Before Mia could reply, the girl took off at a sprint, no doubt to the parking lot.

Mia shook her head once, before focusing on her mission again. Lana Skye. The whore bag who couldn’t be bothered by a fricking phone call. Her eyes narrowed as she spied the doorway. She reached for the doorknob, but was stopped by a blue uniform.

“I’m sorry, but no one is allowed in!” the man in the uniform yelled. He was very jittery as he gave Mia a crooked salute. As she saw his eyes darting all over the place, she thought, “this’ll be easy.”

Mia gave the officer a coy smile, pulling her arms closer together where they were folded. The officer gulped loudly and was clearly trying hard to look anywhere except at Mia’s cleavage.

“What’s your name?” she purred.

“M-M-Mi-Mike M-M-Mee-Meek-Muh-Meekins,” he managed to stammer out.

“I really, really, really need a soda right now,” Mia cooed as she leaned closer to the officer. He was sweating bullets and could barely stand up.

“Yes, m-muh-ma’am,” he screeched before running off.

“Cake,” she smiled to herself as she turned the knob.

Mia put on her determined, angry face and stormed into the office with a bang. The office was big, with simple shelves and a large desk, though it was clear the furniture was top of the line. It was dimly lit, with only a desk lamp illuminating a small figure. Seated at the desk was a brunette woman, calmly going over some papers.

“Lana Skye, wait until you hear what I have to tell you,” Mia thought angrily. She opened her mouth to begin her rehearsed list of accusations and insults, but Lana cut her off.

“I guess that officer’s not getting a raise this month,” she said evenly. “I said no one was allowed in.” Her expression had not changed in the slightest, despite Mia’s dramatic entrance. She hadn’t even looked up to acknowledge Mia’s presence.

“I’m really busy,” Lana continued, still not looking up. “Please show yourself out.” The four sentences she uttered had no emotion in them at all, the polar opposite of Mia, who was fuming with anger.

“And please don’t slam the door again,” Lana added tonelessly.

Mia was slightly taken aback by the terse directions, but she quickly regained composure. As she remembered what she was there to say, she slammed the door shut violently for three reasons: one – to get Lana’s attention, two – to spite Lana’s request and three – to make sure no one heard Mia screaming obscenities.

“You bitch!” Mia screeched the second the door had closed. “What the fuck is wrong with you? For six months you haven’t said a word to me! What, you think you’re a big fucking hotshot now that you got promoted?

“Why don’t you pull that stick out of your ass and stop being so high and mighty? The least you could do is at least call back! We've known each other for more than five years! You don’t just cut friends off like that! Get off your fucking high horse!

“Fuck, and look at your sister, she’s a fucking mess! She doesn’t even know which way is up! Damn girl spends most of her time thinking she's Sherlock Holmes.”

Lana still hadn't looked up at her, but Mia knew she was getting through. Lana’s eyes were still, and her hand had stopped writing.

Mia kept going, not waiting for a response. “Do you even realize that no one wants to work with you anymore? Half the department thinks you’re just being Gant’s puppet! They say you cheapened yourself.”

She was panting now. Her anger and adrenaline had made her run out of breath.

Lana finally looked up. Mia’s eyes widened; this time she wanted an answer.

But Lana disappointed her. “Please leave, I have work to do,” she said, again without emotion.

Mia couldn’t believe it. Her tirade of insults did absolutely nothing. That was the final straw. She
wasn’t going to pull punches anymore.

“You know what the rest of the department thinks,” she said with malice, “they think you’re screwing Gant.” Lana’s face twitched.

“Is that true? You take it from behind for him? Suck his cock?” Mia kept the flow of insults coming. “Are you just his fucking whore? You fuck him just so you can get this big office and this pretty position?

Lana remained silent.

“I don’t believe you! Where the fuck is your goddamn pride? You shove it up your ass along with that stick?”

Mia’s face was flushed and her head was pounding. “Oh damn,” she thought, biting her lip, “I’m running out of insults.”

"Waitaminit. What kind of lawyer am I? I can't think of retorts on the spot?" It was absurd.

"That’s okay,” she remembered, “just stick to the low blows.”

Lana had looked up again. Mia waited for something, anything to tell her that the Lana she knew was still there. If she still had a soul. Hell, if she was alive even.

But Lana simply replied, without emotion again, “I have asked you twice already, please leave before I have you removed by security.”

“Arrgh!” Mia screamed. “So you are? You’re his whore? You just do whatever the hell he wants? You don’t have a mind of your own?”

She strode over to where Lana was seated.

“So that’s how it is with you? Just forget everyone else who’s been there for you, huh?”

Lana’s hand reached for the phone, but Mia twisted the chair so Lana faced her.

“Bitch,” Mia breathed. She moved forward.

“Is this how you like it?” Mia asked roughly, her hand quickly grabbing Lana’s crotch. Lana’s hands moved to push Mia away, but Mia kept her hand where it was. She rubbed her fingers over Lana’s pussy, grinning slightly as Lana grimaced.

“Is this what he does to you,” Mia sneered moving her hands up Lana’s skirt. Mia began kissing Lana’s neck fiercely, causing the other woman to shudder slightly. Her fingers then found Lana’s folds, which were already slick with arousal. Lana’s attempts at pushing Mia away had become much weaker. Her middle finger began moving around Lana’s cavern and her left hand began to undo Lana’s belt.

“God,” Mia thought, “What the fuck is up with this uniform? Medals? And these shoulder … things? When did she start wearing this? I thought she liked my outfit.” But she undid it all the same. A small moan escaped Lana’s lips.

“You moan like this for him?” Mia mocked. Her control over the stituation was stifling. Lana, who was clearly being pleasured, merely nodded slightly. And to Mia’s great surprise, she felt Lana’s lips on her neck.

Lana found the zipper of Mia’s suit and quickly pulled it down, exposing Mia’s large breasts. Her lips quickly found Mia’s right nipple and began to suck it slightly. Meanwhile, Mia’s hand hadn’t lost any rhythm.

As Lana neared her orgasm, Mia jeered, “He do this to you to? You let him stick his hand up your cunt?”

Lana, who was dizzy with pleasure, could only groan in return. She came, and Mia kept fingering her throughout her convulsions. Mia’s right hand became covered in Lana’s fluids.

She pulled Lana to her feet and removed both of their clothing faster than anyone could yell “objection,” and Mia roughly pushed her to the floor onto her back, licking Lana’s stomach.

“Yeah you like it when he does that to you, don’t you?” Mia said scathingly. Lana spoke this time, but it was something entirely different.

“Please,” she groaned. But it was unlike anything Mia had heard earlier. Lana was pleading. “Please,” she said again. Mia saw that there was a craving in Lana’s eyes, and she instantly knew that the Lana she remembered was still there.

This time, when Mia spoke, it wasn’t accusatory or angry. “Yes,” she obliged.

She began to gently kiss Lana’s body, moving slowly. Mia’s hand once again found Lana’s crotch, but she was gentle this time. She caressed her clit, massaging it as Lana’s back arched from the pleasure. Lana held onto Mia, caressing every part of her back. She moved her hands over her skin softer than a gentle breeze.

Lana raised her leg to meet Mia’s crotch, feeling the sticky wetness on her thigh. Mia bucked at the pleasure from Lana, but still kept her hand going. She moved her fingers all around inside Lana. Lana struggled to keep the rhythm of her leg going; Mia knew exactly how to pleasure her.

The girls moved slowly, craving each other, enjoying every second on the carpeted floor. It was like the past six months never happened, as if this is what they had wanted all along.

Lana’s orgasm hit again, and her bucking knee was enough to send Mia over the edge. The large office was filled the moans of both girls as they rode out their climaxes.

“I knew you were still in there,” Mia said softly to Lana.

Lana’s eyes were downcast. She turned away.

“I’m sorry,” she lamented, looking back at Mia. “You’re right, I’m his pawn, but Ema…”

Mia saw her eyes were glistening with tears. Her voice finally had life.

And Mia understood. She knew the Lana she remembered would forever be hidden. She knew Lana would never tell her the entirety of her secret. But she knew Lana trusted her; she could feel it. She wasn’t sure how, but she did. And that was all she needed. To hear it from Lana.

She sighed with content and checked the clock.

“Ack!” she cried. She was due in court in five minutes. It was her understudy’s first case. He had decided to take on a murder case. He would definitely need her help.

They quickly donned their clothes. Mia straightened her hair and flew the door open. Smiling coyly at the officer who had his ear pressed to the door, she sauntered out of the office.

“Officer Mike Meekins,” Mia said to her old friend. “A demotion is in order, don’t you think?”

Mia smiled at the officer’s gaping mouth and called back to Lana again, “I’ll be back Ms. Skye.”

“Please don’t slam the door,” came a toneless voice.

Mia winked before …… SLAM!