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You were a young defense attorney, appointed by your client to defend their interests. You already had a few trials under your belt, proud you were able to find the truth and expose the true culprits, and this case seemed to go about the same way. One of the witnesses was the mastermind behind it, you knew it. Then you had to prove how, and as always, the pieces of the puzzle became clear only later during the trial.
That’s what you told yourself as you were opening the doors from the courtroom n°2, having prepared your case with the defendant in the lobby. As the sun rose in the morning, the truth too will shine on this trial.
However, this time you were greeted by quite the unusual sight. The prosecutor facing you was one you had never seen before. It was neither Payne, one of the Von Karmas, Edgeworth or any of the lesser known lawyers that worked at the courthouse. The man was tall, his tanned skin contrasting with his white mane of hair, and his futuristic looking… visor ? From what was visible of his face, you could spot the small beard under his mouth, and his silver earrings. But that was not enough to tell you who the guy was. He wore a striped cream-colored waistcoat atop of a peacock blue shirt and a pure white tie. The inspector that was to do the opening statement – poor Gumshoe – referred to him as “Godot”, so you assumed that would be his name.
Usually, people have a first and a last name. Also usually, prosecutors are violent and will verbally and sometimes even physically assault you to obtain a guilty verdict. Godot wasn’t usual. As the trial unfolded, he didn’t speak much and let you do your cross-examinations, not even trying to bribe the judge one way or another. He was easygoing, as far as you knew, the most easygoing prosecutor you’d ever seen. He even accepted some of your outrageous demands and helped you get the judge’s approval when your case seemed lost. All you could ask yourself was why ? Why was he doing this ?
He looked like an oddball allright, but to be fair every prosecutor had something that made them stand out. And when the trial ended with a “Not Guilty” verdict, you weren’t sure if you were more surprised about that or about how the prosecution had acted all along.
You were in the lobby, being congratulated by your client and thanked time and time again when Godot irrupted, being his usual mystifying self. You felt his attitude was different though, and when he smirked, you felt a spark of electricity go down to your gut and set it on fire. It was a cocky, predatory smile that left you imagining things because of how suggestive it looked. After a few more indecipherable phrases, the prosecutor left and you were able to snap from your reverie.
You wrapped up the details with your client, and bid them goodbye. You had another case to investigate for the next day and what felt like so little time. You went back to your office in the courthouse – you were lucky enough to have one there – and started typing away. You were so engrossed in your work you didn’t notice the knocks at your door until they were loud enough to startle you. A bit shakey, you rose from your chair and went to open the door.
It was prosecutor Godot.
He lazily walked into the room as you wondered what business he could possibly have with you. You remembered your fantasy from earlier in the day and tried very hard not to think about it more, about him taking care of you right here in your office. Your train of thoughts was interrupted by his low, imperious voice.
“Where is it ?”
You were startled by the question.
“Where is what ?”
The man stared at you from his imposing height, making you feel tiny and helpless in comparison.
“Your coffee blend. I could smell it in the lobby”
You scoffed.
“What are you talking about, I’m not a coffee maniac like you !”
Godot loomed over you, intimidating.
“Tell me what it is, or I’ll have to come taste it myself”
Not knowing what to say, feeling a lot like your client earlier this morning, you babbled some nonsense to try and defuse the situation.
“Uhhh I, I drank some coffee this morning and while working, yes. But it’s the one from the vending machine, it’s nothing special”
You looked at the empty paper cup near your desk. Empty. You wished there was a swig left that you could give to the man in front of you, so that he wouldn’t stare so intently at you. Godot followed your gaze, and bent closer to your face.
“I know this isn’t some vending machine coffee…”
He lowered even more, his breath tickling your neck.
“No ordinary coffee smells this delicious…”
You were stuck into place, not knowing what to do in that absolutely ridiculous situation.
“That caramel aroma… It followed me all day, during the trials…” he whispered in a low voice, close to your ear.
Fuck.
“I couldn’t focus because of how enticing it was” he murmured again “All I could think about was you”
A shiver ran down your spine as he pronounced the words, your gut flipping and flopping around and your mind reeling at what he was suggesting. You weren’t sure this was about coffee anymore, at least not in your case.
You rose your gaze to look at the man, as he had straightened again, only to be met with that hungry smirk plastered on his lips.
“Too bad the cup is empty”
And he smashed his lips on yours with an unnatural passion, mouth hot as if he had a warm drink only moments before. Shocked, you struggled and tried to pry him off, but to no avail. You weren’t mistaken when you had thought the man looked strong. His large hands took ahold of your head as you tried desperately to push him away, your hands so small compared to his chest.
You felt him smirk into the kiss as he forcefully made you open your mouth and his tongue met yours. He tasted so bitter and strong, like the black tar of coffee after forgetting the pot on the stove for at least a day. His tongue roamed your mouth as you were stunned by his own flavor, becoming lightheaded by the lack of air. When he finally pulled away, you were coughing and heaving, fighting the urge to retch.
“What the fuck was that !” you exclaimed between two coughing fits, rubbing your mouth with a tissue and reaching for a water bottle. You needed to wash away the bitterness. It was so strong, so overwhelming, so potent.
Godot seemed so proud of himself, he was grinning and his white teeth were a sharp contrast to his sun-kissed skin.
“Bring some of that coffee next time” he said, slowly walking towards the door to your office, leaving you dumbfounded.
“I don’t HAVE any special coffee !!” you screamed as he opened the door.
He didn’t even bother answering, his footsteps growing gradually softer as he walked away from your office.
After gulping down half a bottle of water and eating a bunch of candies, the bitterness was almost gone from your mouth.
What was that ? What was that crazy, coffee-obsessed creepy prosecutor doing ?
Now you knew the lengths he was ready to go for, but why was he blabbering about caramel ?
He could’ve asked you if he wanted a kiss, even a one night stand; but you weren’t so sure you wanted it anymore. Sure, the guy was sexy and you couldn’t help but think about the way he said he thought about you, but he also seemed like a nutcase.
And he tasted so, so bitter.