Curses flew as Apollo broke through the swarm of reporters.
"Ow!"
"Watch it, kid!"
"The fuck-this camera's expensive!"
When he was determined, 5'5" Apollo Justice didn't have a problem stepping on feet, shoving aside torsos, and ducking under outstretched recording equipment.
"...because since the shoot, Fraulein NataliOOF!"
Apollo had just crashed into his boyfriend. He relished the excited chatter of reporters and flashbulbs popping when he grabbed Klavier's face and kissed him. Klavier, if surprised, didn't show it, grabbing Apollo's hips and kissing back.
The paparazzi were going crazy. Reporters were shouting over each other. Asking some rather personal questions.
Klavier broke the kiss to murmur into Apollo's ear some words for only him: "What brings you here, Herr Forehead?"
"Letting everyone know you're off-limits."
Klavier kissed him once more. "It's going to be difficult."
Apollo grinned and pinched Klavier's cheeks. "We'll be fine."
