Aroma of Old Books and Coffee
Title: Aroma of Old Books and Coffee
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Characters: Mia/Diego
Summary: Diego makes it difficult for Mia to get her research done.
Notes: Written for the following request on the Kink Meme:
So this anon has worked at a library for the past few years and enjoys it very much. While shelf reading the non-fiction stacks at work today, a simple idea dawned upon me that I thought best to request of the lovely kink meme.
This anon would love to see two Phoenix Wright characters getting frisky in the secluded, back corner stacks. It would be lovely to have one genuinely attempting to find a book, while the other is making the firsts task quite difficult.
Klavier/Ema is this anon’s absolute favorite pairing, but Diego/Mia and Phoenix/Edgeworth are very close seconds. C’mon anon, make me blush at work tomorrow when I’ve got to look at those stacks again! <3
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Mia glanced from the scribbled sheet of paper in her hand to the spines of the books. “I know it has to be around here somewhere,” she muttered to herself, in a tone low enough that it shouldn't carry and disturb the other patrons. She reached for a volume with an obscured call number that looked like it had some potential.
“Of course it does, kitten.” Diego's unexpected voice from behind her made her jump slightly, knocking the book to the floor.
She spun to face him, hands on hips, giving him the best look she knew how – especially when she realized he was carrying a coffee cup in one hand. “Diego Armando, you are not supposed to sneak up on people at the library. Or have beverages in here.”
“But it's so much fun.” He stepped closer, closing the distance between them, making her back up into the shelves until she could feel the books pressed at her back, unyielding, and the warmth of Diego's body, which was almost touching hers.
“Diego, I'm trying to do research here.” Why wouldn't her voice remain level, calm? Why did it have to give in so easily to this man?
“Even the best lawyers take study breaks.” Dimly she was aware of him reaching past her to set his coffee on the shelf – wasn't that dangerous? But he liked to live dangerously, or on the edge of danger, and that could be so hard to resist – and then he was leaning forward, and the smell of him mingled with the smell of coffee and of old books, sending a thrill through her. He claimed her mouth with his, and she could taste his coffee – sweeter than he usually drank it, closer to her preferred blend, and she couldn't get enough of it, or of the firm body that pressed her further back against the shelves. Her hands were on his back, caressing it through the layers of vest and shirt.
His hands skimmed down her sides, making her shudder, and he thrust forward with his hips, driving her into the wall of books at her back. Her gasp of pleasure was muffled against his lips, and he murmured, “Shh, kitten, we've got to do this one quiet or we'll get in trouble.”
Mia nodded, gasping for breath as some distant part of her wondered how Diego could still seem so collected and in control when she herself was almost writhing. Or perhaps he wasn't as in control as he might have liked her to think, because the next moment he was devouring her mouth once more and his hands were fumbling at her belt, sending sparks shooting through her body.
Mia let her hands fall from caressing Diego's shoulders to his waist, where she began fumbling with his belt – and if one hand slipped slightly lower to feel how hard he was getting, that could hardly be considered her fault, now, could it? Diego bucked against the contact, pinning her more firmly against the shelving, and suddenly their belts were undone and he was lifting her into position, the world all him and the mingled aroma of coffee and old books.
*
Later that day, as she sat across from Diego in his favorite coffee shop, Mia could not help but roll her eyes at him. “You know, that's the third library you've gotten us banned from.”
And there was that smile, the one that reminded her of a lion after it had eaten, full of power and content. “But it was worth it, wasn't it, kitten?”
Maybe another woman would have scolded him – maybe she herself would have scolded another man. But this was Diego, and his smile called up one to answer it on Mia's own face. “Yes, I guess it was.” Then she leaned forward. “Next time, though, you're the one in charge of getting the research, because if I get banned from any more local libraries it's going to be too much of a trip to get any books.”
“Or we could just venture afield together. I've always wanted to check out some other libraries – I wonder if there's a record for how many libraries one has been banned from?”
“I'm not sure,” Mia said, and then she gave his a coy look. “I suppose we'll have to venture afield and look it up.”
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Characters: Mia/Diego
Summary: Diego makes it difficult for Mia to get her research done.
Notes: Written for the following request on the Kink Meme:
So this anon has worked at a library for the past few years and enjoys it very much. While shelf reading the non-fiction stacks at work today, a simple idea dawned upon me that I thought best to request of the lovely kink meme.
This anon would love to see two Phoenix Wright characters getting frisky in the secluded, back corner stacks. It would be lovely to have one genuinely attempting to find a book, while the other is making the firsts task quite difficult.
Klavier/Ema is this anon’s absolute favorite pairing, but Diego/Mia and Phoenix/Edgeworth are very close seconds. C’mon anon, make me blush at work tomorrow when I’ve got to look at those stacks again! <3
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Mia glanced from the scribbled sheet of paper in her hand to the spines of the books. “I know it has to be around here somewhere,” she muttered to herself, in a tone low enough that it shouldn't carry and disturb the other patrons. She reached for a volume with an obscured call number that looked like it had some potential.
“Of course it does, kitten.” Diego's unexpected voice from behind her made her jump slightly, knocking the book to the floor.
She spun to face him, hands on hips, giving him the best look she knew how – especially when she realized he was carrying a coffee cup in one hand. “Diego Armando, you are not supposed to sneak up on people at the library. Or have beverages in here.”
“But it's so much fun.” He stepped closer, closing the distance between them, making her back up into the shelves until she could feel the books pressed at her back, unyielding, and the warmth of Diego's body, which was almost touching hers.
“Diego, I'm trying to do research here.” Why wouldn't her voice remain level, calm? Why did it have to give in so easily to this man?
“Even the best lawyers take study breaks.” Dimly she was aware of him reaching past her to set his coffee on the shelf – wasn't that dangerous? But he liked to live dangerously, or on the edge of danger, and that could be so hard to resist – and then he was leaning forward, and the smell of him mingled with the smell of coffee and of old books, sending a thrill through her. He claimed her mouth with his, and she could taste his coffee – sweeter than he usually drank it, closer to her preferred blend, and she couldn't get enough of it, or of the firm body that pressed her further back against the shelves. Her hands were on his back, caressing it through the layers of vest and shirt.
His hands skimmed down her sides, making her shudder, and he thrust forward with his hips, driving her into the wall of books at her back. Her gasp of pleasure was muffled against his lips, and he murmured, “Shh, kitten, we've got to do this one quiet or we'll get in trouble.”
Mia nodded, gasping for breath as some distant part of her wondered how Diego could still seem so collected and in control when she herself was almost writhing. Or perhaps he wasn't as in control as he might have liked her to think, because the next moment he was devouring her mouth once more and his hands were fumbling at her belt, sending sparks shooting through her body.
Mia let her hands fall from caressing Diego's shoulders to his waist, where she began fumbling with his belt – and if one hand slipped slightly lower to feel how hard he was getting, that could hardly be considered her fault, now, could it? Diego bucked against the contact, pinning her more firmly against the shelving, and suddenly their belts were undone and he was lifting her into position, the world all him and the mingled aroma of coffee and old books.
*
Later that day, as she sat across from Diego in his favorite coffee shop, Mia could not help but roll her eyes at him. “You know, that's the third library you've gotten us banned from.”
And there was that smile, the one that reminded her of a lion after it had eaten, full of power and content. “But it was worth it, wasn't it, kitten?”
Maybe another woman would have scolded him – maybe she herself would have scolded another man. But this was Diego, and his smile called up one to answer it on Mia's own face. “Yes, I guess it was.” Then she leaned forward. “Next time, though, you're the one in charge of getting the research, because if I get banned from any more local libraries it's going to be too much of a trip to get any books.”
“Or we could just venture afield together. I've always wanted to check out some other libraries – I wonder if there's a record for how many libraries one has been banned from?”
“I'm not sure,” Mia said, and then she gave his a coy look. “I suppose we'll have to venture afield and look it up.”