Hooray! More one-shots! As you can see, I am a sucker for short one-shots. Because they are short. And I actually have time to write this kind of stuff. Enjoy this one too, okay?

The tea kettle whistled quietly on the stove, the water ready to be used. The moonlight streaming in through the window gleamed on the silver kettle, bringing the glare to the man's eyes, hovering above the kettle.

Miles Edgeworth quickly turned off the stove and poured the freshly boiled water into his teacup. The man looked into the kettle and sighed.

"Extra water... again."

Edgeworth was a master at brewing tea, but he always seemed to boil extra water. It never bothered him much anyway; he would always have a second – or even a third – cup of tea.

He dropped a teabag into the cup, and watched the water turn from its normal clear to a slight yellow. He had jasmine tea tonight, and added a pinch of sugar to the mix. He barely ever added anything to his tea, but he was a bit distracted tonight.

Edgeworth retrieved a tray and put the kettle, extra tea cups, and extra teabags on it. He opened the doors to his bedroom, closing it behind him, and tip-toed across the room so as to not wake up his sleeping blue-haired princess, Franziska von Karma. He put the tray on a table and stepped softly to the terrace.

There was a balmy breeze that fine summer night, and he closed his eyes thoughtfully as he took a sip of the still-hot tea.

Edgeworth opened his eyes and reveled at the sight of the lights of Los Angeles. His mansion had a very good view of the city, but his eyes wandered to the heavens above him.

Not only was there clear weather, but there were clear skies, perfect for viewing. Not a single cloud covered any of the twinkling stars or the full moon. Another sip of tea followed, and he contemplated about his life so far. All he could think of was success. The success of his career, the success of himself, and the success of a possible family. And the success of the bright future and marriage that was coming up in 2 months. The woman of his dreams – his fiancée – was sleeping angelically in his bed, waiting for him to join her back in peaceful slumber.

Edgeworth was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts and into reality by a sudden warmth on his right arm. He looked down and saw Franziska holding a cup and looking up at him.

"F-Franziska...! Why are you up?" Edgeworth asked, surprised. "Did I wake you?"

"Miles," she started with a small smile, "I was awake the second you rose from bed earlier." She took a sip from the cup, which seemed to hold tea. "I hope you don't mind."

"Ah, no, not at all." Franziska must have prepared herself a cup of tea from the tray Edgeworth set down earlier.

They stood silent for a bit, just staring into the distance and sipping tea.

Franziska glanced upward and nodded approvingly. "The sky is beautiful tonight."

Edgeworth slowly spun her around so she faced him. He kissed her passionately on the lips, as if to say that the stars' beauty will never rival hers.

They finished their tea at the same time, and, without a word, went back to bed. Edgeworth took his usual spot next to her. He curled his arms around her and dug his face in her hair. Franziska smiled and moved herself closer to him. Edgeworth fell asleep with the elegant smell of Franziska's hair lingering in his nose.