[[Scene -- KLAVIER GETS LAID. ...Except not. -- KlavierxEma]]
Takes place before both Klavier's talk with Jake, and Ema's talk with Lana. So... about a week ago?
Rated PG13, oh my!
Klavier: *Leaves the movie theater with Ema clutching his arm. He chuckles a little as he looks down at the girl, grinning wide* Oh Fräulein, the movie was not that scary! *leans down and kisses Ema's forehead*
Ema: S-Says you! *She presses her cheek against his shoulder, both of her arms wrapped around one of his. It made walking a bit difficult, sure, but Ema showed no signs of wanting to let go anytime soon.* I-I told you I'm not used to watching horror movies! Not... not ones like that. You have no idea-- It… it could totally be scientifically possible! I… I think so…
Klavier: *he sighs but doesn't stop grinning* I told you, Fräulein, we were going to see a good horror movie. What was it that has you so scared~? Was it the dream sequence or was it... *he leans in, his lips close to Ema's ear* Drr... Drr... Drr...
Ema: S-Stop it! *She gasps, but rather than letting go she holds on tighter, and stops dead in her tracks.* That's not funny! That was SO CREEPY-- u-ugh..!
Klavier: *nuzzles the side of her face and kisses her cheek* Come on, we should get something to eat, ja?
Ema: *The girl shudders and pulls away from him just far enough to nod.* ... Yeah, that would be good... Dunno if I've got much of an appetite after that though...
Klavier: *walks with Ema to where he's parked his bike and gets out his helmet* I know a good place we can go. It is a bit of a ride though -- so hold on tight, ja? *he puts his helmet on and gets on his bike, starting it up*
Ema: *Ema climbs onto the bike, taking a quick moment to fix her jacket before wrapping her arms tight around his waist.* Mmkay, I'm good.
Klavier: *drives off once Ema is holding on tight. The two drive for some time before Klavier pulls into the parking lot of an apartment building and parks his bike. He takes off his helmet and climbs off his bike, gesturing for Ema to follow* Come on, let's go up. You have not seen my place yet, ja?
Ema: *Ema remains seated on the bike, looking vaguely confused, and not at all pleased.* ... You... you said we were going out to dinner!
Klavier: The place only delivers! *he grins* But it is great! Come on up, it might be the last time you get to see it before Daryan moves in, ja?
Ema: *She doesn't budge just yet.* You tricked me into coming here. *She accuses, sounding sullen.*
Klavier: *raises an eyebrow* What is wrong, Fräulein~? It is clean, I promise!
Ema: That's not the point. *She looks up at the apartment building, frowning.* It's just... W-Whatever... *She climbs off the bike, sighing.* This... food that you order better be great though.
Klavier: *reaches over and takes Ema's hand, walking with her towards the building* My condo is nice, I promise. *he opens the front doors and leads Ema inside, walking through the elegant lobby and towards the elevator*
Ema: *Ema follows, shuffling her feet reluctantly.* I'm not worried about that. *She grumbles, rolling her eyes.*
Klavier: *gets on the elevator with her and heads up to his floor, looking at her with a raised eyebrow* I am not asking you to sleep with me, Fräulein.
Ema: *Instantly Ema releases his hand to smack his arm hard.* W-WHAT? No! I-I know that!
Klavier: *rubs his arm with a frown* Then why are you acting so weird? *the elevator stops and the two get off, walking down the hall towards Klavier's door*
Ema: Just... because. *She folds her arms, and follows him down the hall.*
Klavier: *unlocks the door and opens it, stepping inside to turn on the light* Because why? *he closes the door once she's in and squats down to untie his boots*
Ema: I-... because, because. I kept telling you no about coming here, and you go ahead and trick me into it anyway--... *She trails off once she's kicked her shoes off, staring into the apartment.* .... W-Whoa... hey. This is nice... you weren't lying.
Klavier: *Grins* I am glad you like it. *he kicks his boots off in a messy pile and takes out his cell* Ah, I might have a menu for the place around here sometime... You like chicken parmigiana? They make the best.
Ema: *Without waiting for him to guide her, she wanders further into the apartment.* Chicken Parmigiana is good. *The place is pretty clean, and it's a bit shocking. She'd been expecting at least a couple empty pizza boxes or soda cans laying about...*
Klavier: *lets Ema explore around his living room as he dials a number on his cell* Ja, hi. ... *he chuckles* Ja, it's me. Again. I know, every day this week! Tonight, I want a large Greek salad, two orders of the chicken parmigiana and... Oh, do you still have those onion rings? Ja, I will take three orders of those. Okay, forty minutes? Sounds good. Tschüss! *he hangs up his cell and looks for where Ema's gotten herself*
Ema: *During the phone call Ema had wandered from the living room to the kitchen, and then back to the hallway leaving to what looked to be an office, and then Klavier's room. She peeks her head into the doorway, stealing a quick glance about the room.
It was a bit messier than the rest of the house, and she smirks a bit as she eyes the laundry on the floor that hadn't -quite- made it into the basket.* Ha... knew he wasn’t all that clean.
Klavier: *notices Ema leaning into his bedroom and quickly comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle. He brings his lips close to her ear, smirking* Why Mausi, I did not know you were so interested in my bedroom~ We do have some time to kill...
Ema: *Ema jumps, and if Klavier hadn't been standing behind her, she would have bolted backwards away from the room in an instant.* Pervert! *She twists her head away from his lips, flushing hard.* I-I was just looking.
Klavier: *laughs and kisses Ema's neck lightly* I am just teasing you, Fräulein. Dinner will be here in forty minutes. *he lets go of her and moves back so she can step away from his room* Did you want anything to drink?
Ema: *She rubs at her neck, frowning as she skitters away from his doorway quickly.* Do you have any soda? Soda that... isn't diet though.
Klavier: Ja, I keep non-diet Dr. Pepper for Daryan. I am sure he will not be noticing if I let you have one bottle though. *he grins and leads Ema towards the kitchen*
Ema: He'll live. *She follows him to the kitchen, still frowning.* I want ice in it, too.
Klavier: *opens the fridge and pulls out a bottle of Dr. Pepper, handing it to Ema* ...Why ice? It is already cold.
Ema: *She rolls her eyes.* Because then it'll be colder.
Klavier: My fridge sends me a text when I am out of milk. I think it is smart enough to keep a drink cold, Fräulein.
Ema: *Ema takes the bottle of soda slowly, before turning her stare to the fridge.* ... I can't tell if you're being serious or not.
Klavier: It is smart fridge. *he pats the fridge and grins*
Ema: *She twists the cap of her soda off with a small shake of her head.* O-Okay... That's... kind of weird, Klav.
Klavier: You are silly, Fräulein. *takes out a can of diet coke and closes the door* it my fridge did not remind me to buy milk, I would never have any! ... Which reminds me, tell me to pick up milk after I drop you off.
Ema: *It takes a beat before Ema starts to laugh, leaning back against the counter as she grins over at Klavier.* What? I thought that was the refrigerator’s job, not mine.
Klavier: It is your job now, I have assigned you it!
Ema: *Ema sips from her soda with a roll of her eyes.* Pfft. I don't have to do what you say. I don't work for you yet.
Klavier: *he leans over and kisses her on the forehead* Fine, I will remember on my own and you can speak to me in the morning for reassignment! *he moves beside her, putting his arm around her middle and leading her out into the living room again*
Ema: Oh, whatever. *She turns her head, hiding a small smile as she's ushered out of the kitchen. She slips away from his arm though once they're into the living room, taking a seat down on the couch.*
Klavier: *he flops down on the couch with her, putting his feet up on the coffee table before reaching between the couch cushions for the remote hiding there. He flicks the TV on -- the couple immediately greeted by a preview for the movie they had just gone to see*
Ema: Nggh! *Ema flinches, nearly spilling her soda in her haste to cover her eyes and ears.* Turn it! Turn it quick! *She turns, pressing hiding her face against his shoulder* Oh my god not agaaaaain... *She moans quietly in horror.*
Klavier: *he quickly changes the channel to the music station, turning the volume down to let the channel provide background noise. He leans forward and sets his drink on the coffee table* Aw, Fräulein, it's over. Come on, curl up against me, ja? *put brings an arm around her*
Ema: *She shudders as she sets down her own drink, leaning into Klavier without a fuss.* I... I don't know why I let you talk me into going to see that... *She groans, pressing her forehead to the crook of his neck and shoulder.*
Klavier: *he takes her drink and sets it down on the table before leaning in to kiss the top of her head* Let me help you get your mind off it then, Mausi~ *he shifts his position, bringing his feet off the table and twisting his body a little, pulling Ema on top of him as he lays down on the couch*
Ema: H-Hey there... Don't--... *The girl squirms, and braces her hands against his chest as a flimsy sort of separation between the two.*
Klavier: *he cranes his neck a little, kissing Ema's neck* mm? What is the matter, Fräulein?
Ema: *Her lips press into a thin line, the beginnings of a blush touching her cheeks.* It's... I dunno. Don't do that, though.
Klavier: *he nuzzles her, moving his hands down the girl's sides* Can I do this at least~?
Ema: Nn... no. Don't do that either.
Klavier: *he kisses softly beside her mouth* mm? Why not, Fräulein?
Ema: B-Because... Because I said so. It just feels kind of weird, being here, like that and... just because. *She mumbles, carefully avoiding Klavier's eyes though this time she doesn't try to physically back away from him.*
Klavier: *he kisses her softly, smiling fondly at her* I just want a few kisses, Fräulein...
Ema: ... Really? *She asks, frowning in suspicion.* You said it yourself earlier that we--... so don't try anything... y'know.
Klavier: *he nuzzles her neck lightly, humming softly against her skin* I am the one who assured you of that. I just want a few kisses -- a little cuddling, ja?
Ema: *Her frown doesn't quite fade, even as she nods.* Alright... just a little cuddling then. A little.
Klavier: Come on, give me a little kiss. *he puckers his lips, unable to stop grinning as he does so*
Ema: ... *She grimaces.* ... You have to close your eyes first.
Klavier: *he closes his eyes without hesitation, eagerly awaiting his kiss*
Ema: *She sighs, still flushed but looking relieved once his eyes close. She purses her lips and leans in, eyes closing tight as she gives Klavier his kiss.*
Klavier: *he returns the kiss, bringing a hand up to hold the back of her head lightly. His fingers gently stroke her hair*
Ema: *Ema can feel the heat washing across her cheeks, and she keeps her eyes shut firmly as her hands spread out across Klavier's chest-- no longer with the intent to shove him away.* Mmn… *She breaks away, taking in a small, quick breath before tilting her head back down for another kiss.*
Klavier: *he lightly sighs against her before giving her another soft kiss. He murmurs softly against her lips, cracking his eyes open a little* See? A few little kisses are fine, ja? *he gently noses her jaw, planting small kisses along it*
Ema: *She tilts her head, teeth worrying gently at her bottom lip.* Aa... yeah. Those are fine...
Klavier: *he breathes steadily through his nose, hot breath against her skin as continues to leave a trail of small kisses down her neck. He combs his fingers through her hair, letting out another sigh against her*
Ema: Thought I told you not to do that... *She mumbles. A tiny shiver runs through the girl, her fingers flexing gently against his chest.*
Klavier: I am not doing anything, Fräulein~ *he grins, twisting a lock of her hair around a finger before pressing his lips against her throat*
Ema: Nn... *Her lashes flutter as she forces her eyes back open. Lips press firmly together, refusing to respond to his teasing just yet.*
Klavier: *gingerly nipping the flesh beneath her jaw, Klavier moves his hand beneath Ema's hair and holds the back of her neck. He lightly strokes the thin hair on the back of it as his lips move against her skin, singing softly* I don't care if Monday's blue, Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too; Thursday I don't care about you it's Friday, I'm in love~
Ema: ...! Pick... pick a different song to sing. *She mumbles quickly, clearly flustered.*
Klavier: *he moves to kiss Ema's lips, opening his eyes and smiling warmly* But I feel like singing this one, Fräulein~
Ema: That one is embarrassing though. *She complains, half-heartedly at best, as she’s already leaning in for another small kiss.*
Klavier: *his lips return to her neck as his eyes fall shut once more -- continuing to hum the tune of the song softly against her skin*
Ema: *This time, Ema's eyes remain open, and she lets out a quiet sigh as he trails his lips along her neck. It feels... nice, as much as she hates to admit.*
Klavier: *he shifts beneath her a little more, trying to get their position a little more comfortable. He begins to suck a little at her throat. He keeps stroking the back of her neck with one hand, the opposite running slowly up her side*
Ema: *Her knees press into the couch on either side of Klavier's hips, keeping herself balanced as the boy shifts beneath her.* Aah...! Hey... knock that off Klavier. I'm not gonna be explaining any hickies to Lana... *She grumbles, biting once more at her bottom lip.*
Klavier: I will be careful~ *he nuzzles her neck instead, chuckling softly against her* I just like to kiss you because I am very much in like with you.
Ema: In like? *The girl laughs, the sound just a touch too nervous still.* I thought it was supposed to be 'in love'.
Klavier: *he shakes his head and cranes his neck a bit to give her another small kiss* No, I am in like with you. I do not think we have been together long enough for 'love', so I am in like with you.
Ema: ... *She stares at him, quiet for a moment before she laughs once more, ducking her head down to press her forehead to his shoulder.* You're... such a dork Klavier.
Klavier: *he chuckles once more, wrapping both arms around her and giving her a light squeeze before kissing her cheek* I am not a dork; I am a cute boy.
Ema: You sound even dorkier when you say that. *She gives a weak grin, closing her eyes as she bumps her nose against the underside of his jaw.*
Klavier: *he leans his head back a little bit, sighing contentedly as he runs his hands up her back* You are being silly, Fräulein.
Ema: No I'm not. *She hums, pressing her cheek to his chest. For a few more moments, she seems happy enough to stay quiet, listening to sound of him breathing. But before long, she lifts her head again.* Hey. You... want another kiss?
Klavier: *he grins wide* Of course, if you want to give me one.
Ema: Well, close your eyes then!
Klavier: Aw, but I want to look at you, Mausi... *he closes his eyes regardless, smiling and puckering up for another kiss*
Ema: *Her eyes close, and she presses her lips to his a bit more firmly than before. The fingers of her right hand reach out, slowly, brushing against his cheek.*
Klavier: *he kisses the girl back, making a soft, contented sound against her mouth. He brings his hand up into her hair again as his tongue gently prods at her lips*
Ema: *Though her brows furrow, Ema sighs against him once more, free hand resting against his shoulder. Her lips part, shyly curling her tongue against his.*
Klavier: *he makes a sort noise of encouragement, holding the back of her head as he lets her tongue play with his -- not about to force her too quickly into anything heavier*
Ema: *Ema breathes out shakily through her nose, the hand against his shoulder holding on tight. The way she kisses him is a bit clumsy, her embarrassment a nagging distraction in the back of her mind.* Mmm...
Klavier: *he kisses her firmly, a hand moving to hold the girl's hip as well. He breaks he kiss, letting our a light moan against Ema's lips before he moves to kiss her throat again*
Ema: *Ema tilts her head back, baring her throat for the boy with a small gasp. She almost feels dizzy with how hot her cheeks are now, and she flexes her fingers against Klavier's shoulders with another soft sound of her own.*
Klavier: *he sits up a little, kissing her throat eagerly now as he brings his hand off her hip to balance himself a little better, letting her girl straddle his hips*
Ema: *Ema’s knees press into the cushions of the couch, arms wrapping around his shoulders as Klavier sits up. Her fingers thread through the back of his hair, urging him on and gripping just slightly as another soft, nearly inaudible moan escapes the girl.*
Klavier: *he quickly moves back up to her mouth to give her another firm, wet kiss. His tongue slips slightly past her lips as he hastily begins to unbutton his shirt, managing to pull it off and toss it behind himself*
Ema: *The girl’s breath hitches, her thighs tensing against his hips. She squirms, and the sudden feeling of the denim of her pants dragging against him has her gasping into his mouth, pressing back without thought against Klavier with a small roll of her hips.*
Klavier: *Klavier breathes heavily through his nose against her, gasping lightly before kissing her firmly once more. He shifts beneath her, pressing his hips up against her own as she grinds herself against him*
Klavier: *the sudden sound of the apartment buzzer chimes, making the two jump back a bit, staring over by the door as the buzzers sounds again. Klavier lets out an exasperated sigh, letting Ema move off him as he stands up and grabs his shirt; going over to answer it*
Ema: *Ema scrambles up from the couch quickly, watching in horror as Klavier pulls his shirt back on. She can't quite believe she let herself get that carried away-- and so quickly at that.*
Klavier: *he presses the intercom and the button to unlock the front door, pulling his shirt on and buttoning it up again as he talks to the delivery boy through the speaker; instructing him to come up and chuckling a bit about how quick they are tonight*
Ema: I-I'll be right back... *Pressing a hand to her forehead, Ema skitters off to the bathroom quickly before Klavier can turn his attention back on her.*
*Once the door is shut firmly behind her, she begins to pace, combing her fingers back through her bangs. She glances to the mirror above the sink, gaping at her red-faced reflection.* Oh my god oh my god..! I-I’m so stupid.. *She curses under her breath, covering her face with both hands.*
*A good amount of time passes before she finally musters up the courage to poke her head back out of the bathroom, biting her lip as she spots the dinner all laid out on the table in the living room.*
Klavier: *Klavier looks over to Ema from where he sits on the couch. He's already gotten plates out and placed their pasta on them and put some of the salad in separate bowls. He smiles at her and gives a bit of a chuckle* They have some very fast delivery boys tonight it seems...
Ema: Yeah. Seems that way. *She twists her hair between her fingers, pursing her lips as she looks from the couch, to the floor, and then back to the couch again. With a tiny grimace she decides that taking a seat on the floor might be going a bit -too- far, and sits herself back down onto the couch-- about an arm’s width away from Klavier.*
Klavier: *he scoots over closer to her and leans over to kiss her cheek*
Ema: *She leans away, pushing with the palm of her hand against his shoulder.* Don't get so close! *She gives another push before reaching out for a plate with her free hand.*
Klavier: *he frowns a bit and moves away, reaching over to take her hand in his own* ... Little too far?
Ema: *She balances the plate on her knees, trying in vain to ignore the sudden nervous flutter in her stomach.* ... Y-Yeah. Definitely.
Klavier: *he gives her hand a little squeeze before letting go and reaching over to take his plate. He smiles over to her as he picks up his fork* I guess that did go a little further than it should have.
Ema: Tch. So much for just a few kisses. *She steals a glance over at him, a single brow raising.* You stink at cuddling.
Klavier: *closing his eyes, he twirls some of the pasta around his fork* I am not the one who started grinding, Fräulein.
Ema: *Her fork clatters down to her plate.* Don't say it like THAT! You're... you're just as much to blame with that! *She picks up her fork again, jabbing at her pasta.*
Klavier: *he scoots over next to her again and kisses her temple* We... do not have to go that far again. I mean, if you are not ready.
Ema: *She shrugs her shoulders, keeping him from getting too close again in the process.* I don't know. It's just... weird. I'm kind of glad the food showed up when it did, now.
Klavier: Well... Daryan is moving in soon. So I guess you will not have to worry about it happening again, ja?
Ema: *She rolls her eyes, idly twirling her fork around in the food on her plate.* Now that doesn't make me happy.
Klavier: *he frowns, looking confused* What? I know you do not like Daryan but he does not have much else choice in where to live...
Ema: No no-- not about him moving in. I meant... well, I guess there's that too, but that's not what I was trying to say-- *She pauses, and finally takes a bite of her pasta before she can stumble any further over her own words.*
Klavier: *he lets out a soft chuckle once more* Well, we can always do it again if you want... Maybe sometime when Daryan or Lana are not home -- so then we know there is still a chance to get interrupted? So we do not go too far?
Ema: *She glares, though she hardly looks threatening with one cheek puffed out thanks to the food in her mouth. She swallows, and shifts one leg, bumping her knee into Klavier's.* Don't be stupid. I'd never risk that at my house. *She laughs weakly.*
Klavier: *he grins wide, eating a bite of his pasta* Exactly we why should! You would never go too far in your own place.
Ema: Oh, be quiet already. That's not funny. *She takes another bite of her food, rolling her eyes once more.*
Klavier: *he eats more, gesturing at Ema with his fork* Do you like it? I really like the veal they have too but since I am going to be really famous soon I cannot eat that anymore because I have to pretend I care about animals.
Ema: *The girl makes a sudden snoring sound, eyes closed as she fights to swallow down her food without laughing.* Y-You're being totally serious right now, aren't you?
Klavier: Am I? Am I serious? Or am I kidding? *a wide grin crosses his face* You cannot tell, ja?
Ema: No! I can't! *She laughs.* What do animals have to do with being a rock star though?
Klavier: *he snorts a little, rolling his own eyes this time* I will be famous, Ema. We famous people have to pretend to care about things like animal rights and rainforests and... public schools or something.
Ema: Well excuuuse me. How am I supposed to know about that kind of stuff? *She quirks a small smile.*
Klavier: Because you are a teenage girl and you are supposed to gossip and watch television.
Ema: Oh, no way. I'm not some stupid fan girl twit. *She reaches out and picks up her soda, grimacing when she sips from it.* Ugh-- told you! It's not cold anymore.
Klavier: It is fiiiine. Eat your salad. *he finishes the pasta on his plate and moves to get his salad bowl*
Ema: You know what would have kept it cold? Some ice. *She grins, before tucking back into her pasta.*
Klavier: *he sets down his salad bowl and gets up with his plate, walking into the kitchen. He comes returns to the living room, his plate gone and holding an ice cube in his hand. He places it on the opening of the girl's pop bottle, the cube itself much too big for the opening* There. Enjoy your ice.
Ema: *She narrows her eyes, before snatching it up between her forefinger and thumb.* Thank you. I will. *She says, popping it pointedly into her mouth.*
Klavier: *he takes his salad again and shoves a bite in his mouth, gesturing to her with his fork again* You know, they say chewing ice means you are sexually frustrated.
Ema: ... *Her brows lower slowly.* 'M not chewing it. *Regardless, she takes it back out with a scowl.* And that's a lie. I've never heard of that.
Klavier: *he nods* Mmhmm. It is science.
Ema: Is not. *The ice cube it a bit smaller now, but still too small to fit into her soda, and she lets it sit back atop the opening.*
Klavier: It is so!
Ema: *Ema ignores him as she starts in on her salad. It doesn't take too long before the two are finished eating-- and at that point the girl is feeling full and more than a little comfortable again.*
Klavier: *Klavier gets up and goes to the kitchen, returning with a tube of Mentos. He sits back down and opens the foil at the end and pops one of the mints out into his mouth before offering the tube to Ema*
Ema: *Ema leans back against the arm of the couch, sitting sideways so that she can stretch her legs out across his lap. She takes the candy from him with a small smile, and unwraps it slowly-- searching for only the pink ones.*
Klavier: *he sucks on his mento and glances over to her* You want to get going soon? Or stay a little longer?
Ema: Mmm... *She shrugs, and scoots herself further down onto the couch.* In a bit. I don't wanna get on a bike right after eating all that food.
Klavier: *he smiles a bit* Want me to sing to you again?
Ema: *Ema casts a small smile in his direction, before nodding.*
Klavier: *he cocks an eyebrow* But not a love song, ja?
Ema: *She tilts her head, and chewing on another candy.* ... I guess you can sing one of those right now.
Klavier: *he swallows his mento and hums softly, singing softly to Ema* Oh what will the signal be for your eyes to see me? So I will set the stage, send my thoughts to you~ We're receiving every wave~ this song sends love through~
Ema: *Ema smiles, and folds her arms loosely beneath her chest. Her eyes close peacefully as she listens to the sound of his voice.*
Klavier: *he watches her as he continues, smiling fondly* Now as one we're gonna show it's our one desire~ from this day we'll always know how our love grows higher~ Now as one we'll set the stage~ focus love on you~ Now we're sending every wave -- this song sends love through~~
*He smiles and sits up, moving so he can crawl over Ema, pressing his forehead against her own; speaking softly, but his voice still sounds lyrical*
You know... Love is not what you think. Too weak to stand on, like quicksand in which you sink. Love is anything you make it... *he raises his eyebrows a little, looking earnestly at Ema* How can I let you feel my love, and feel me... and still feel free?
*He smiles once more, kissing her lightly* I may not have the answers now, but so what? To be in time is upbeat. *he nuzzles her lightly* Now I have revealed exactly why I am here... I will be your angel, if you wanna see how perfect sharing love with an angel can be. *he moves in to kiss her neck, humming softly against it*
Ema: *Her eyes flutter to a close, and she wraps her arms around his shoulders gently, fingers playing through the back of his hair. As his lips travel along her neck she tilts her head, humming softly before opening her eyes slowly.* Hey... *She gives a weak smile.* ... I want a kiss.
Klavier: *Klavier lifts his head and presses his lips against her's softly* Mm... I should really be taking you home, Fräulein...
Ema: I know, I know... *She sighs, catching another gentle kiss.*
Klavier: *he presses into the light kiss, smiling* Maybe I can get you over here the next time Daryan is out with his girl, ja?
Ema: Maybe I’ll say yes next time, if you ask reaaaally nicely. No more tricking me into it. *She grins and tilts her head in one more time. She’ll get Klavier to drive her home soon enough; after just a few more stolen minutes like this.*
Rated PG13, oh my!
Klavier: *Leaves the movie theater with Ema clutching his arm. He chuckles a little as he looks down at the girl, grinning wide* Oh Fräulein, the movie was not that scary! *leans down and kisses Ema's forehead*
Ema: S-Says you! *She presses her cheek against his shoulder, both of her arms wrapped around one of his. It made walking a bit difficult, sure, but Ema showed no signs of wanting to let go anytime soon.* I-I told you I'm not used to watching horror movies! Not... not ones like that. You have no idea-- It… it could totally be scientifically possible! I… I think so…
Klavier: *he sighs but doesn't stop grinning* I told you, Fräulein, we were going to see a good horror movie. What was it that has you so scared~? Was it the dream sequence or was it... *he leans in, his lips close to Ema's ear* Drr... Drr... Drr...
Ema: S-Stop it! *She gasps, but rather than letting go she holds on tighter, and stops dead in her tracks.* That's not funny! That was SO CREEPY-- u-ugh..!
Klavier: *nuzzles the side of her face and kisses her cheek* Come on, we should get something to eat, ja?
Ema: *The girl shudders and pulls away from him just far enough to nod.* ... Yeah, that would be good... Dunno if I've got much of an appetite after that though...
Klavier: *walks with Ema to where he's parked his bike and gets out his helmet* I know a good place we can go. It is a bit of a ride though -- so hold on tight, ja? *he puts his helmet on and gets on his bike, starting it up*
Ema: *Ema climbs onto the bike, taking a quick moment to fix her jacket before wrapping her arms tight around his waist.* Mmkay, I'm good.
Klavier: *drives off once Ema is holding on tight. The two drive for some time before Klavier pulls into the parking lot of an apartment building and parks his bike. He takes off his helmet and climbs off his bike, gesturing for Ema to follow* Come on, let's go up. You have not seen my place yet, ja?
Ema: *Ema remains seated on the bike, looking vaguely confused, and not at all pleased.* ... You... you said we were going out to dinner!
Klavier: The place only delivers! *he grins* But it is great! Come on up, it might be the last time you get to see it before Daryan moves in, ja?
Ema: *She doesn't budge just yet.* You tricked me into coming here. *She accuses, sounding sullen.*
Klavier: *raises an eyebrow* What is wrong, Fräulein~? It is clean, I promise!
Ema: That's not the point. *She looks up at the apartment building, frowning.* It's just... W-Whatever... *She climbs off the bike, sighing.* This... food that you order better be great though.
Klavier: *reaches over and takes Ema's hand, walking with her towards the building* My condo is nice, I promise. *he opens the front doors and leads Ema inside, walking through the elegant lobby and towards the elevator*
Ema: *Ema follows, shuffling her feet reluctantly.* I'm not worried about that. *She grumbles, rolling her eyes.*
Klavier: *gets on the elevator with her and heads up to his floor, looking at her with a raised eyebrow* I am not asking you to sleep with me, Fräulein.
Ema: *Instantly Ema releases his hand to smack his arm hard.* W-WHAT? No! I-I know that!
Klavier: *rubs his arm with a frown* Then why are you acting so weird? *the elevator stops and the two get off, walking down the hall towards Klavier's door*
Ema: Just... because. *She folds her arms, and follows him down the hall.*
Klavier: *unlocks the door and opens it, stepping inside to turn on the light* Because why? *he closes the door once she's in and squats down to untie his boots*
Ema: I-... because, because. I kept telling you no about coming here, and you go ahead and trick me into it anyway--... *She trails off once she's kicked her shoes off, staring into the apartment.* .... W-Whoa... hey. This is nice... you weren't lying.
Klavier: *Grins* I am glad you like it. *he kicks his boots off in a messy pile and takes out his cell* Ah, I might have a menu for the place around here sometime... You like chicken parmigiana? They make the best.
Ema: *Without waiting for him to guide her, she wanders further into the apartment.* Chicken Parmigiana is good. *The place is pretty clean, and it's a bit shocking. She'd been expecting at least a couple empty pizza boxes or soda cans laying about...*
Klavier: *lets Ema explore around his living room as he dials a number on his cell* Ja, hi. ... *he chuckles* Ja, it's me. Again. I know, every day this week! Tonight, I want a large Greek salad, two orders of the chicken parmigiana and... Oh, do you still have those onion rings? Ja, I will take three orders of those. Okay, forty minutes? Sounds good. Tschüss! *he hangs up his cell and looks for where Ema's gotten herself*
Ema: *During the phone call Ema had wandered from the living room to the kitchen, and then back to the hallway leaving to what looked to be an office, and then Klavier's room. She peeks her head into the doorway, stealing a quick glance about the room.
It was a bit messier than the rest of the house, and she smirks a bit as she eyes the laundry on the floor that hadn't -quite- made it into the basket.* Ha... knew he wasn’t all that clean.
Klavier: *notices Ema leaning into his bedroom and quickly comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle. He brings his lips close to her ear, smirking* Why Mausi, I did not know you were so interested in my bedroom~ We do have some time to kill...
Ema: *Ema jumps, and if Klavier hadn't been standing behind her, she would have bolted backwards away from the room in an instant.* Pervert! *She twists her head away from his lips, flushing hard.* I-I was just looking.
Klavier: *laughs and kisses Ema's neck lightly* I am just teasing you, Fräulein. Dinner will be here in forty minutes. *he lets go of her and moves back so she can step away from his room* Did you want anything to drink?
Ema: *She rubs at her neck, frowning as she skitters away from his doorway quickly.* Do you have any soda? Soda that... isn't diet though.
Klavier: Ja, I keep non-diet Dr. Pepper for Daryan. I am sure he will not be noticing if I let you have one bottle though. *he grins and leads Ema towards the kitchen*
Ema: He'll live. *She follows him to the kitchen, still frowning.* I want ice in it, too.
Klavier: *opens the fridge and pulls out a bottle of Dr. Pepper, handing it to Ema* ...Why ice? It is already cold.
Ema: *She rolls her eyes.* Because then it'll be colder.
Klavier: My fridge sends me a text when I am out of milk. I think it is smart enough to keep a drink cold, Fräulein.
Ema: *Ema takes the bottle of soda slowly, before turning her stare to the fridge.* ... I can't tell if you're being serious or not.
Klavier: It is smart fridge. *he pats the fridge and grins*
Ema: *She twists the cap of her soda off with a small shake of her head.* O-Okay... That's... kind of weird, Klav.
Klavier: You are silly, Fräulein. *takes out a can of diet coke and closes the door* it my fridge did not remind me to buy milk, I would never have any! ... Which reminds me, tell me to pick up milk after I drop you off.
Ema: *It takes a beat before Ema starts to laugh, leaning back against the counter as she grins over at Klavier.* What? I thought that was the refrigerator’s job, not mine.
Klavier: It is your job now, I have assigned you it!
Ema: *Ema sips from her soda with a roll of her eyes.* Pfft. I don't have to do what you say. I don't work for you yet.
Klavier: *he leans over and kisses her on the forehead* Fine, I will remember on my own and you can speak to me in the morning for reassignment! *he moves beside her, putting his arm around her middle and leading her out into the living room again*
Ema: Oh, whatever. *She turns her head, hiding a small smile as she's ushered out of the kitchen. She slips away from his arm though once they're into the living room, taking a seat down on the couch.*
Klavier: *he flops down on the couch with her, putting his feet up on the coffee table before reaching between the couch cushions for the remote hiding there. He flicks the TV on -- the couple immediately greeted by a preview for the movie they had just gone to see*
Ema: Nggh! *Ema flinches, nearly spilling her soda in her haste to cover her eyes and ears.* Turn it! Turn it quick! *She turns, pressing hiding her face against his shoulder* Oh my god not agaaaaain... *She moans quietly in horror.*
Klavier: *he quickly changes the channel to the music station, turning the volume down to let the channel provide background noise. He leans forward and sets his drink on the coffee table* Aw, Fräulein, it's over. Come on, curl up against me, ja? *put brings an arm around her*
Ema: *She shudders as she sets down her own drink, leaning into Klavier without a fuss.* I... I don't know why I let you talk me into going to see that... *She groans, pressing her forehead to the crook of his neck and shoulder.*
Klavier: *he takes her drink and sets it down on the table before leaning in to kiss the top of her head* Let me help you get your mind off it then, Mausi~ *he shifts his position, bringing his feet off the table and twisting his body a little, pulling Ema on top of him as he lays down on the couch*
Ema: H-Hey there... Don't--... *The girl squirms, and braces her hands against his chest as a flimsy sort of separation between the two.*
Klavier: *he cranes his neck a little, kissing Ema's neck* mm? What is the matter, Fräulein?
Ema: *Her lips press into a thin line, the beginnings of a blush touching her cheeks.* It's... I dunno. Don't do that, though.
Klavier: *he nuzzles her, moving his hands down the girl's sides* Can I do this at least~?
Ema: Nn... no. Don't do that either.
Klavier: *he kisses softly beside her mouth* mm? Why not, Fräulein?
Ema: B-Because... Because I said so. It just feels kind of weird, being here, like that and... just because. *She mumbles, carefully avoiding Klavier's eyes though this time she doesn't try to physically back away from him.*
Klavier: *he kisses her softly, smiling fondly at her* I just want a few kisses, Fräulein...
Ema: ... Really? *She asks, frowning in suspicion.* You said it yourself earlier that we--... so don't try anything... y'know.
Klavier: *he nuzzles her neck lightly, humming softly against her skin* I am the one who assured you of that. I just want a few kisses -- a little cuddling, ja?
Ema: *Her frown doesn't quite fade, even as she nods.* Alright... just a little cuddling then. A little.
Klavier: Come on, give me a little kiss. *he puckers his lips, unable to stop grinning as he does so*
Ema: ... *She grimaces.* ... You have to close your eyes first.
Klavier: *he closes his eyes without hesitation, eagerly awaiting his kiss*
Ema: *She sighs, still flushed but looking relieved once his eyes close. She purses her lips and leans in, eyes closing tight as she gives Klavier his kiss.*
Klavier: *he returns the kiss, bringing a hand up to hold the back of her head lightly. His fingers gently stroke her hair*
Ema: *Ema can feel the heat washing across her cheeks, and she keeps her eyes shut firmly as her hands spread out across Klavier's chest-- no longer with the intent to shove him away.* Mmn… *She breaks away, taking in a small, quick breath before tilting her head back down for another kiss.*
Klavier: *he lightly sighs against her before giving her another soft kiss. He murmurs softly against her lips, cracking his eyes open a little* See? A few little kisses are fine, ja? *he gently noses her jaw, planting small kisses along it*
Ema: *She tilts her head, teeth worrying gently at her bottom lip.* Aa... yeah. Those are fine...
Klavier: *he breathes steadily through his nose, hot breath against her skin as continues to leave a trail of small kisses down her neck. He combs his fingers through her hair, letting out another sigh against her*
Ema: Thought I told you not to do that... *She mumbles. A tiny shiver runs through the girl, her fingers flexing gently against his chest.*
Klavier: I am not doing anything, Fräulein~ *he grins, twisting a lock of her hair around a finger before pressing his lips against her throat*
Ema: Nn... *Her lashes flutter as she forces her eyes back open. Lips press firmly together, refusing to respond to his teasing just yet.*
Klavier: *gingerly nipping the flesh beneath her jaw, Klavier moves his hand beneath Ema's hair and holds the back of her neck. He lightly strokes the thin hair on the back of it as his lips move against her skin, singing softly* I don't care if Monday's blue, Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too; Thursday I don't care about you it's Friday, I'm in love~
Ema: ...! Pick... pick a different song to sing. *She mumbles quickly, clearly flustered.*
Klavier: *he moves to kiss Ema's lips, opening his eyes and smiling warmly* But I feel like singing this one, Fräulein~
Ema: That one is embarrassing though. *She complains, half-heartedly at best, as she’s already leaning in for another small kiss.*
Klavier: *his lips return to her neck as his eyes fall shut once more -- continuing to hum the tune of the song softly against her skin*
Ema: *This time, Ema's eyes remain open, and she lets out a quiet sigh as he trails his lips along her neck. It feels... nice, as much as she hates to admit.*
Klavier: *he shifts beneath her a little more, trying to get their position a little more comfortable. He begins to suck a little at her throat. He keeps stroking the back of her neck with one hand, the opposite running slowly up her side*
Ema: *Her knees press into the couch on either side of Klavier's hips, keeping herself balanced as the boy shifts beneath her.* Aah...! Hey... knock that off Klavier. I'm not gonna be explaining any hickies to Lana... *She grumbles, biting once more at her bottom lip.*
Klavier: I will be careful~ *he nuzzles her neck instead, chuckling softly against her* I just like to kiss you because I am very much in like with you.
Ema: In like? *The girl laughs, the sound just a touch too nervous still.* I thought it was supposed to be 'in love'.
Klavier: *he shakes his head and cranes his neck a bit to give her another small kiss* No, I am in like with you. I do not think we have been together long enough for 'love', so I am in like with you.
Ema: ... *She stares at him, quiet for a moment before she laughs once more, ducking her head down to press her forehead to his shoulder.* You're... such a dork Klavier.
Klavier: *he chuckles once more, wrapping both arms around her and giving her a light squeeze before kissing her cheek* I am not a dork; I am a cute boy.
Ema: You sound even dorkier when you say that. *She gives a weak grin, closing her eyes as she bumps her nose against the underside of his jaw.*
Klavier: *he leans his head back a little bit, sighing contentedly as he runs his hands up her back* You are being silly, Fräulein.
Ema: No I'm not. *She hums, pressing her cheek to his chest. For a few more moments, she seems happy enough to stay quiet, listening to sound of him breathing. But before long, she lifts her head again.* Hey. You... want another kiss?
Klavier: *he grins wide* Of course, if you want to give me one.
Ema: Well, close your eyes then!
Klavier: Aw, but I want to look at you, Mausi... *he closes his eyes regardless, smiling and puckering up for another kiss*
Ema: *Her eyes close, and she presses her lips to his a bit more firmly than before. The fingers of her right hand reach out, slowly, brushing against his cheek.*
Klavier: *he kisses the girl back, making a soft, contented sound against her mouth. He brings his hand up into her hair again as his tongue gently prods at her lips*
Ema: *Though her brows furrow, Ema sighs against him once more, free hand resting against his shoulder. Her lips part, shyly curling her tongue against his.*
Klavier: *he makes a sort noise of encouragement, holding the back of her head as he lets her tongue play with his -- not about to force her too quickly into anything heavier*
Ema: *Ema breathes out shakily through her nose, the hand against his shoulder holding on tight. The way she kisses him is a bit clumsy, her embarrassment a nagging distraction in the back of her mind.* Mmm...
Klavier: *he kisses her firmly, a hand moving to hold the girl's hip as well. He breaks he kiss, letting our a light moan against Ema's lips before he moves to kiss her throat again*
Ema: *Ema tilts her head back, baring her throat for the boy with a small gasp. She almost feels dizzy with how hot her cheeks are now, and she flexes her fingers against Klavier's shoulders with another soft sound of her own.*
Klavier: *he sits up a little, kissing her throat eagerly now as he brings his hand off her hip to balance himself a little better, letting her girl straddle his hips*
Ema: *Ema’s knees press into the cushions of the couch, arms wrapping around his shoulders as Klavier sits up. Her fingers thread through the back of his hair, urging him on and gripping just slightly as another soft, nearly inaudible moan escapes the girl.*
Klavier: *he quickly moves back up to her mouth to give her another firm, wet kiss. His tongue slips slightly past her lips as he hastily begins to unbutton his shirt, managing to pull it off and toss it behind himself*
Ema: *The girl’s breath hitches, her thighs tensing against his hips. She squirms, and the sudden feeling of the denim of her pants dragging against him has her gasping into his mouth, pressing back without thought against Klavier with a small roll of her hips.*
Klavier: *Klavier breathes heavily through his nose against her, gasping lightly before kissing her firmly once more. He shifts beneath her, pressing his hips up against her own as she grinds herself against him*
Klavier: *the sudden sound of the apartment buzzer chimes, making the two jump back a bit, staring over by the door as the buzzers sounds again. Klavier lets out an exasperated sigh, letting Ema move off him as he stands up and grabs his shirt; going over to answer it*
Ema: *Ema scrambles up from the couch quickly, watching in horror as Klavier pulls his shirt back on. She can't quite believe she let herself get that carried away-- and so quickly at that.*
Klavier: *he presses the intercom and the button to unlock the front door, pulling his shirt on and buttoning it up again as he talks to the delivery boy through the speaker; instructing him to come up and chuckling a bit about how quick they are tonight*
Ema: I-I'll be right back... *Pressing a hand to her forehead, Ema skitters off to the bathroom quickly before Klavier can turn his attention back on her.*
*Once the door is shut firmly behind her, she begins to pace, combing her fingers back through her bangs. She glances to the mirror above the sink, gaping at her red-faced reflection.* Oh my god oh my god..! I-I’m so stupid.. *She curses under her breath, covering her face with both hands.*
*A good amount of time passes before she finally musters up the courage to poke her head back out of the bathroom, biting her lip as she spots the dinner all laid out on the table in the living room.*
Klavier: *Klavier looks over to Ema from where he sits on the couch. He's already gotten plates out and placed their pasta on them and put some of the salad in separate bowls. He smiles at her and gives a bit of a chuckle* They have some very fast delivery boys tonight it seems...
Ema: Yeah. Seems that way. *She twists her hair between her fingers, pursing her lips as she looks from the couch, to the floor, and then back to the couch again. With a tiny grimace she decides that taking a seat on the floor might be going a bit -too- far, and sits herself back down onto the couch-- about an arm’s width away from Klavier.*
Klavier: *he scoots over closer to her and leans over to kiss her cheek*
Ema: *She leans away, pushing with the palm of her hand against his shoulder.* Don't get so close! *She gives another push before reaching out for a plate with her free hand.*
Klavier: *he frowns a bit and moves away, reaching over to take her hand in his own* ... Little too far?
Ema: *She balances the plate on her knees, trying in vain to ignore the sudden nervous flutter in her stomach.* ... Y-Yeah. Definitely.
Klavier: *he gives her hand a little squeeze before letting go and reaching over to take his plate. He smiles over to her as he picks up his fork* I guess that did go a little further than it should have.
Ema: Tch. So much for just a few kisses. *She steals a glance over at him, a single brow raising.* You stink at cuddling.
Klavier: *closing his eyes, he twirls some of the pasta around his fork* I am not the one who started grinding, Fräulein.
Ema: *Her fork clatters down to her plate.* Don't say it like THAT! You're... you're just as much to blame with that! *She picks up her fork again, jabbing at her pasta.*
Klavier: *he scoots over next to her again and kisses her temple* We... do not have to go that far again. I mean, if you are not ready.
Ema: *She shrugs her shoulders, keeping him from getting too close again in the process.* I don't know. It's just... weird. I'm kind of glad the food showed up when it did, now.
Klavier: Well... Daryan is moving in soon. So I guess you will not have to worry about it happening again, ja?
Ema: *She rolls her eyes, idly twirling her fork around in the food on her plate.* Now that doesn't make me happy.
Klavier: *he frowns, looking confused* What? I know you do not like Daryan but he does not have much else choice in where to live...
Ema: No no-- not about him moving in. I meant... well, I guess there's that too, but that's not what I was trying to say-- *She pauses, and finally takes a bite of her pasta before she can stumble any further over her own words.*
Klavier: *he lets out a soft chuckle once more* Well, we can always do it again if you want... Maybe sometime when Daryan or Lana are not home -- so then we know there is still a chance to get interrupted? So we do not go too far?
Ema: *She glares, though she hardly looks threatening with one cheek puffed out thanks to the food in her mouth. She swallows, and shifts one leg, bumping her knee into Klavier's.* Don't be stupid. I'd never risk that at my house. *She laughs weakly.*
Klavier: *he grins wide, eating a bite of his pasta* Exactly we why should! You would never go too far in your own place.
Ema: Oh, be quiet already. That's not funny. *She takes another bite of her food, rolling her eyes once more.*
Klavier: *he eats more, gesturing at Ema with his fork* Do you like it? I really like the veal they have too but since I am going to be really famous soon I cannot eat that anymore because I have to pretend I care about animals.
Ema: *The girl makes a sudden snoring sound, eyes closed as she fights to swallow down her food without laughing.* Y-You're being totally serious right now, aren't you?
Klavier: Am I? Am I serious? Or am I kidding? *a wide grin crosses his face* You cannot tell, ja?
Ema: No! I can't! *She laughs.* What do animals have to do with being a rock star though?
Klavier: *he snorts a little, rolling his own eyes this time* I will be famous, Ema. We famous people have to pretend to care about things like animal rights and rainforests and... public schools or something.
Ema: Well excuuuse me. How am I supposed to know about that kind of stuff? *She quirks a small smile.*
Klavier: Because you are a teenage girl and you are supposed to gossip and watch television.
Ema: Oh, no way. I'm not some stupid fan girl twit. *She reaches out and picks up her soda, grimacing when she sips from it.* Ugh-- told you! It's not cold anymore.
Klavier: It is fiiiine. Eat your salad. *he finishes the pasta on his plate and moves to get his salad bowl*
Ema: You know what would have kept it cold? Some ice. *She grins, before tucking back into her pasta.*
Klavier: *he sets down his salad bowl and gets up with his plate, walking into the kitchen. He comes returns to the living room, his plate gone and holding an ice cube in his hand. He places it on the opening of the girl's pop bottle, the cube itself much too big for the opening* There. Enjoy your ice.
Ema: *She narrows her eyes, before snatching it up between her forefinger and thumb.* Thank you. I will. *She says, popping it pointedly into her mouth.*
Klavier: *he takes his salad again and shoves a bite in his mouth, gesturing to her with his fork again* You know, they say chewing ice means you are sexually frustrated.
Ema: ... *Her brows lower slowly.* 'M not chewing it. *Regardless, she takes it back out with a scowl.* And that's a lie. I've never heard of that.
Klavier: *he nods* Mmhmm. It is science.
Ema: Is not. *The ice cube it a bit smaller now, but still too small to fit into her soda, and she lets it sit back atop the opening.*
Klavier: It is so!
Ema: *Ema ignores him as she starts in on her salad. It doesn't take too long before the two are finished eating-- and at that point the girl is feeling full and more than a little comfortable again.*
Klavier: *Klavier gets up and goes to the kitchen, returning with a tube of Mentos. He sits back down and opens the foil at the end and pops one of the mints out into his mouth before offering the tube to Ema*
Ema: *Ema leans back against the arm of the couch, sitting sideways so that she can stretch her legs out across his lap. She takes the candy from him with a small smile, and unwraps it slowly-- searching for only the pink ones.*
Klavier: *he sucks on his mento and glances over to her* You want to get going soon? Or stay a little longer?
Ema: Mmm... *She shrugs, and scoots herself further down onto the couch.* In a bit. I don't wanna get on a bike right after eating all that food.
Klavier: *he smiles a bit* Want me to sing to you again?
Ema: *Ema casts a small smile in his direction, before nodding.*
Klavier: *he cocks an eyebrow* But not a love song, ja?
Ema: *She tilts her head, and chewing on another candy.* ... I guess you can sing one of those right now.
Klavier: *he swallows his mento and hums softly, singing softly to Ema* Oh what will the signal be for your eyes to see me? So I will set the stage, send my thoughts to you~ We're receiving every wave~ this song sends love through~
Ema: *Ema smiles, and folds her arms loosely beneath her chest. Her eyes close peacefully as she listens to the sound of his voice.*
Klavier: *he watches her as he continues, smiling fondly* Now as one we're gonna show it's our one desire~ from this day we'll always know how our love grows higher~ Now as one we'll set the stage~ focus love on you~ Now we're sending every wave -- this song sends love through~~
*He smiles and sits up, moving so he can crawl over Ema, pressing his forehead against her own; speaking softly, but his voice still sounds lyrical*
You know... Love is not what you think. Too weak to stand on, like quicksand in which you sink. Love is anything you make it... *he raises his eyebrows a little, looking earnestly at Ema* How can I let you feel my love, and feel me... and still feel free?
*He smiles once more, kissing her lightly* I may not have the answers now, but so what? To be in time is upbeat. *he nuzzles her lightly* Now I have revealed exactly why I am here... I will be your angel, if you wanna see how perfect sharing love with an angel can be. *he moves in to kiss her neck, humming softly against it*
Ema: *Her eyes flutter to a close, and she wraps her arms around his shoulders gently, fingers playing through the back of his hair. As his lips travel along her neck she tilts her head, humming softly before opening her eyes slowly.* Hey... *She gives a weak smile.* ... I want a kiss.
Klavier: *Klavier lifts his head and presses his lips against her's softly* Mm... I should really be taking you home, Fräulein...
Ema: I know, I know... *She sighs, catching another gentle kiss.*
Klavier: *he presses into the light kiss, smiling* Maybe I can get you over here the next time Daryan is out with his girl, ja?
Ema: Maybe I’ll say yes next time, if you ask reaaaally nicely. No more tricking me into it. *She grins and tilts her head in one more time. She’ll get Klavier to drive her home soon enough; after just a few more stolen minutes like this.*