Sixteen Candles

Sixteen Candles
By: TheGoddessofDeath

A/N; Written for the kink meme. The requester asked for Miles/Franziska sex.

Despite living in Bavaria, where most of the year was consumed in winter-like cold, January always seemed the warmest.

January eighth, to be precise.

It was the only day she used her pink marker on her personal calendar, usually only a single number, but one that increased every year. This year, it was marked with a sixteen.

Her sweet sixteen.

However, the day started like every other day: at five in the morning sharp. It was what Papa expected her to do, so she did it. And today she had a court date, she could not waste her emotion on something so trivial as her own birthday. She knew Papa would not, so she would not either.

Thus came the price of being a prodigy.

However, she had been admittedly spoiled up until her thirteenth birthday. Her "little brother", Miles Edgeworth, would always make her birthday as special as it could be ad mist studying for countless hours. Where her Papa wouldn't even wish her a Happy Birthday, Miles did so: with a cupcake, a candle, and a small little gift.

But since he had went off to America, the two had not spent a January eighth together in two years- well, today would be three.

Franziska pushed those thoughts out of her head, going over to the desk in her room and looking through her case once more. It was perfect and flawless, of course, even though Papa had to pull a few strings with evidence for her where she had not been too sure.

The morning went like clockwork: a quick breakfast shared with her Papa as he quizzed her over every little aspect of her case and she answered with little hesitation. She was praised, breakfast was finished, papers and evidence were gathered up and off to the courthouse they went.

The trial went a bit longer than she had hoped for, but in the end it lasted no longer than an hour, the defense crying uncle and Franziska was more than happy to put them out of their misery.

Again she was praised, like a dog, and back to the prosecutor's office she and her Papa went.

It was a few minutes shy of noon when they arrived, and Franziska headed to her office and her Papa to his own.

Unlocking the door and flicking on the light, she immediately jumped and her armload found itself strewn all over the floor. Someone was in her office chair... though she couldn't see who because it was turned the other way. She muttered a curse in her native tongue before crouching down to pick up her papers. "Excuse me, what nerve do you have being in my office?"

When the chair turned around, however, she was singing a different tune. A smile graced her features and she happily put her papers on her desk before going to hug Miles. "You came!" was all she managed, the little girl he reduced her to shining in that moment.

Arms were wrapped around her, holding her lithe frame to his more broad one. "Of course I came. Happy Birthday, Schatzibär."

Franziska moved to kiss him on both cheeks in a traditional greeting, but he caught her face in his hands, caressing her soft skin with his thumb. "You've grown," was all he could say, and she found herself lost in his brown eyes. When had he become so handsome?

However, she had a lot of pride, so the praise was taken with a grin. "Thank you, little brother."

He would make her swallow her words.

Before she could even register what was happening, his lips were upon hers, caressing them lovingly. It took a moment for her to kiss back, but she did, he noted. And when they pulled away from each other, her cheeks were flushed a light shade of rose. That was definitely not how siblings were supposed to kiss each other...

"Franziska," he started, pulling her into his lap and she willingly came, perched on his thigh in a most precarious position. Or so she thought. "Do you think of me as your brother?"

Ice blue eyes searched his face for any clue as to what he was getting at, and she nodded. "Of course. You're always going to be my brother..." But did sisters get a warm feeling in their abdomens when they looked at their brothers?

"I think your body is telling me otherwise."

It was true. She was shifting around on his lap now so that she was straddling his thigh, feeling his warmth pressing against her knee. "As is yours, Miles Edgeworth."

He gave her a smirk, kissing her again as he let the hands holding her back snake around to undo the buttons on her outer blouse, nuzzle her broach before taking it off with her extravagant bow.

His hands weren't the only busy ones: the younger female found herself undoing his superfluous outfit bit by bit: the cravat, his overcoat that looked a bit too much like her father's for her own comfort before undoing his vest and shirt.

The undressing process was for the two to explore each other's bodies and how they had had this right beside them for years and never took notice.

Soft kisses were shared after every article was disposed of, Miles' large hands grasping at her tender breasts and kneading. He practically had her begging before he took her black bra off, lips latching onto one of her dark nipples. The action caused a wave of warmth to wash through her down to her groin, and she rubbed herself against his still clothed thigh, letting him know just what he was doing to her.

He took great pride in it, as a matter of fact. Having this girl who had been molded to be such a hard edge by her father to be so wanton in this moment, begging him to just stop teasing her and to fuck her already.

"Patience is a virtue," he would say in an almost mocking tone, and she was growl. Though she expected no less from Mister Miles Edgeworth.

She dismounted his lap, making quick work of her skirt, tights and panties, leaving her completely naked. Of course, Miles was smirking, and she disapproved. She'd wipe that smirk off his face.

She pulled at his belt, undoing it quickly. The button was undone next, and the zipper unzipped with her teeth. She pulled the pants off with a quick yank, moving to nip at his arousal through his boxers. "Easy, tiger," he teased slightly but she ignored him, pulling the boxers down next and taking him into her grasp. Miles gasped and she smirked, knowing she had the upper hand now.

It was quick, almost fluid as Franziska took the male into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head. Miles groaned almost a bit too loudly, feeling her teeth and throat and tongue all along his length. He would have to ask her later how the hell she learned how to do that.

Just before he felt his completion wash over him, however, she pulled away, earning an almost whine out of the male. "You're cruel," he managed and she hushed with a bruising kiss, climbing onto his lap again.

Miles was not going to have it.

In one swift motion he picked her up into his arms, placing her on her desk. Her pale skin in contrast to her desk was beautiful. "You need to let others do things for you, big sister. It is your birthday, after all," he teased, and she gave him a glare, but said nothing.

It, however, disappeared when he pushed into her with a bit of difficulty, taking her virginity as he did so. Franziska winced, whimpered slightly but nothing else. She always was good at hiding her emotions.

"M-move," was all she had to say, looking up to the other with - trust? - in her eyes.

Miles didn't have to be asked twice, beginning a steady rhythm in and out of her tight body, hands on her hips to control her in a sense. Little breathy moans left her mouth as he continued to hit a spot within her that she swore made her see stars.

The thrusts were always matched, always precise and strong, and it made Franziska wonder how long her little brother had been waiting to do this with her. The thought alone sent another new wave of warmth through her, and she moaned his name as he picked up his pace.

He answered her call as they continued, their dance so concise and intoxicating that he felt an almost animalistic urge overcome him, lowering his mouth to her collarbone and biting fiercely. "Franziska... Ich liebe dich," was all he said, a groan leaving his mouth as he pushed deeply into her, stilling on his final thrust to savour her muscles pulsing around him, milking him of his completion. And he gladly gave her what he had to offer, burying his face in her shoulder and placing a gentle kiss to it.

After the two had recovered enough their heads were not consumed in a daze, they shared another few gentle kisses and Miles smoothed her hair out of her face. "Miles, did you mean that?"

"I meant all of it."

Of course, she was not going to be foolish enough to think that this meant that he would actually stop and wait for her. He would leave her again in a few days, but while she had him, she planned to make good use of her birthday gift.