For the ship meme. I’m not sure if this interests you at all, but…Courtworth (Edgeworth/Justine), 5
5. Describe their cozy night in.
Miles came back into the room with a fresh bottle of wine and leaned on the door frame for a moment, gazing fondly at where Justine was settled on the couch.
Justine was bundled in covers, her long hair loose from the winding, braided bun she always wore in her official capacity, and falling over one eye as she stretched below them with a yawn.
In the day to day of LA’s legal circuit, Justine Courtney was a well known and respected Judge– one often called the incarnation of Justitia herself. Here and now though, she was curled up on Miles Edgeworth’s couch in her sweatpants with a relaxed and mildly tipsy smile on her face as she messed with the remote control.
She’d absolutely insisted on the movie for that night. She’d insisted ever since she heard of its impending release.
Miles glanced at the TV where the opening menu of the new Moozilla movie was playing on loop and he smiled. He strode back into the room and settled himself beside her.
“Comfortable?”
Justine stretched with a lazy grin, and shifted to drape her arm over his shoulder.
“Unbelievably so, Miles. I know we’ve had our tiffs in the past…” She said it with a teasing edge to her smile and a wink. “but I certainly can make no judgments about your choice in furniture. I’ve always loved this couch of yours.”
“Unlike some people I could name, I’m as choosy about my furniture as I am about my wine.” He chuckled and popped the bottle, refilling their glasses. Then he put his arm around her shoulder. “I’m less choosy about my movies than some people would guess, though.”
Justine clinked her glass against his after he poured.
“I’ve noticed. Which is why I can always count on you to watch something fun.” She gestured to the menu with a laugh. “Like my darling son’s latest feature… .you know he fights the Steel Samurai in it?”
Miles laughed and picked up the remote control. “As if I hadn’t been reading production gossip for months. Shall we get started?”
“Let’s,” she tipped back a sip of wine– hardly either of their last of the night, and leaned to peck his cheek in a playful kiss, leaving just the faintest stain from her dark lipstick against his pale skin.
She settled back in against him, burrowing under the covers, and he hit play on ‘The Mighty Moozilla versus the Steel Samurai: Cataclysm in Neo Olde Tokyo!’
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Thank you for this prompt, anon! As you can see, it got a little bit longer than a drabble! 🤣
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