The Greatest Gift Of All

A/N: Season's Greetings dear readers! This one shot was created as part of Tumblr's Narumayo 2016 secret Santa gift exchange. My Kris Kringle recipient had asked for Phaya doing "Married couple domestic stuff. Doing dishes together, working on painting the house, stuff like that." or "Swing dancing at a Christmas party! Or just them at a Christmas party."

I decided to try to combine my OTP in married bliss, hosting a Christmas dinner party! I hope my recipient is a happy camper with what I came up with. Not so coincidentally this post-SOJ story can be seen as a standalone, or as a prequel to my other Phaya fan fic, Double DILF Doodies.

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Phoenix Wright and Maya Fey-Wright
Wright Residence
December 24, 2029

She had set his heart aflutter when he'd initially seen her, picturesque regal elegance personified, in her majestic purple robes for her Master's Ceremony. He'd thought he was the luckiest man alive at the premiere instant he'd witnessed that ethereal angel, swathed in white silk and satin, floating towards him down the aisle. Had felt a matchless inner flame ignite within him when she'd shed her acolyte robes, allowing him the privilege of seeing what lay beneath, for the very first time... and every single time ever since.

But he'd also seen her sweaty-faced and dusty as they'd cleaned out the attic together. Had been endeared by the speckled, colorful splatters on her face as she perched herself on the metal-rung contraption alongside him while he applied the primer, with her roller in hand, giggling about her victory, this time, in their proverbial battle... because she was indeed using a ladder for those harder to reach areas!

Regardless of whether she was dressed to the nines, or slightly grubby from doing household chores by his side, it didn't matter to him.

Because she would always remain an absolute goddess in his eternally besotted eyes.

Presently, having completed his part of the cozy couple task of cutting up vegetables, he was able to now lean against the doorway and silently study his domestic partner, who was clad in baggy sweatpants and his oversized tank-top, with her long obsidian mane pulled atop her head in a messy bun.

Despite being in loose, shapeless clothing which did her petite, curvy frame zero justice, her porcelain visage free of any artifice, and now nearing her third decade, she'd somehow remained the same timeless, natural beauty who'd captured his heart over a decade ago, and still continued to take his breath away.

His object of affection had no inkling of his silent, admiring appraisal, as she was too preoccupied at the moment fussing with whatever heavenly aromatic creations she'd been conjuring up in the kitchen for that night's meal.

However, the legal legend had no interest in food. The only thing he craved against his lips right now was her.

Maya Fey.

Maya Fey Wright.

His wife.

It'd been nearly a year of wedded bliss, and yet Phoenix Wright still couldn't keep his hands off his spouse, who was so lost in whatever she was whirling in the large ceramic bowl on the counter that she didn't even notice his presence as he stealthily crept up behind her.

Maya felt the warm breath from his lips even before they tenderly brushed her neck. His long fingers ran through her hair, freeing the silky tresses from their topknot so they tumbled free and fell down, past her hips, in an inky waterfall as the kisses become harder and more urgent. One large, masculine hand slid around to her abdomen and pulled her back against his firm, sandalwood scented body while his kisses trailed onto her shoulders and in her hair as she melted against him.