A/N: Woo! Finally started this! K. So it's after Sweet Like Chocolate, and even though at first you can read it regardless of that story, eventually it'll make less sense if you haven't read SLC first.
It's set 6 months after SLC by the way, which was two years after Apollo Justice game.
Warning: references to sex and naked stuff in this chapter, and there will probably be a few swear words here and there in this story, and some violence in swings and roundabouts. Nothing too bad regarding the naked stuff in this chapter though, thank god. If I did that we'd all be embarrassed for my sake; I'm that bad at writing about it.
Disclaimer: Phoenix Wright games are infinitely cooler than anything I could ever write. Come on, they had a clown who said "In west California, born and raised, in a circus- where i spent most of my days."
This is just a nice starter chapter to set things going. Nothing is explained regarding the two of them, there's no plot line, just fluff. For now. :)
Blood and Chocolate
This story starts with a door. Specifically, a front door. One pair of black heels placed neatly by the door would tell us a different story to the black boots haphazardly pulled off and left where they had been dropped. One indicated time, the other hurry. Above the shoes were one white coat and one purple coat. Again, a different story. One shone with love and special attention to being neat, the other, again, showed hurry, and though much loved, was not needed like the white coat was. If the purple coat could feel anything it would be jealous that its owner had simply flung him at the hooks on the wall and had luckily landed there, clinging on just, unlike the white coat which hung proud.
The stairs told a similar story, a chain necklace dropped on the top step after it had been roughly pulled off, evidently after seeing the sight of a deep pink neck tie, tied lovingly and with deliberation around the banister at the top of the stairs. A black shirt followed, casually thrown to the floor next to its partner: a green waistcoat placed delicately over an ornament that unforgivably lay forgotten.
The second door in this story inevitably leads to the unusually messy bedroom, spread out noiselessly, endlessly towards the breathless couple lying between satin sheets. A small pink bag lay on a chair in the corner of the room, falling silently so it didn't disturb the content lovers lying just metres away. At the foot of the bed lay the most clothing. Two pairs or trousers, one black, one brown, their stories remained different, one showed hurry and the other showed time and dedication to the correct creases. A light pink shirt lay folded on top of the brown trousers to suggest again that this belonged to a person who had time. The purple rug on the floor lay rumpled where they had both stood, adoring each other before an even lighter shade of pink lay above the trousers in the form of panties, followed closely by a matching bra, which like its closely associated piece of clothing, had not been delicately placed, but thrown, much like the black silk boxers next to them.
Finally, two silver rings, a watch and bubble gum pink glasses lay beside each other on the bedside table.
"Klavier, that was... that was..."
"I know." He whispered into her brown hair before placing a soft kiss there.
"Amazing." She finally said, breathless still.
"Fraulein, we've had amazing before," He said, chuckling as he sat up, laughing more so when she quickly grabbed the sheets to cover her modesty that his body was previously doing for her. "That just re defined the word 'amazing', and it's entirely your fault." He said, lowering himself back down so she could pull herself up next to him, his arm under her neck and they turned toward each other.
"Fault?" She asked him, "You say that as if it's a bad thing, and it wasn't just me, you know the line, 'takes two to tango'... Though scientifically speaking that isn't true, you can quite easily perform both tango dancing and what we just did with only one person if you choose. Though both would make you look funny, and much less worth it."
"Ahh, my sweet Ema, it is your fault, leaving such a trail behind you for me when I got back last night? What were you expecting? And it is a bad thing, I'll want that every night now, and every morning following it I'll want this. Warm and scruffy." He said, smiling as he ruffled her hair with his free hand.
He looked at her with adoration filling his eyes in a way he knew she couldn't resist which was good because he couldn't help it.
"You better be careful, Mr Gavin," Ema purred softly to him, "I am a trained officer of the law, I catch bad guys for a living, I can run flat out for hours if I have to and I never stop until I reach what I need to, and you..." She poked his chest lightly before she lay her hand flat there on top of his heart, "You are an ex rock god who took his far share of narcotics and are now a stuffy old prosecutor!"
She giggled as he drew a sharp intake of breath in mock hurt. "How dare you!"
"How dare I what? Accuse you of using recreational drugs or being a stuffy old bore?"
"Ema, mein Leibe, I have never taken drugs, you know this. I'm healthier than you because all you eat are those awful little chocolate snacks and I am a whole year younger than you." He rubbed his nose against hers and then placed a kiss there and smiled as she crinkled her nose up slightly.
"I think you're trying to initiate a challenge of endurance and fitness between us, Fraulein," He said as he pushed the leg that was wrapped around his waist off and rolled on top of her quickly. "And for that, you know I am always game."
She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him once before pulling back and upon his questioning gaze, she asked him if he thought she was getting fat and old, only half joking.
His answer had her swimming, because truthfully, even when she is fat and old he will still love her, and he will still treat her like the goddess she is.
"In that case you won't mind if I do this." She said with effort as she rolled them over.
"Mind? Are you crazy Ema? This is what I always want."
They both laughed as she gave him just that, what he wanted.
She leaned down and kissed him again, melting into him, his touch, his taste- Ema was in heaven. He groaned softly in admiration as she started doing exactly what he liked best before they both flung themselves back in shock.
They both looked towards her bag in the corner of her room as the shrill, high pitched ringing of her phone continued.
"Ignore it." He said as he pulled her down to him which she had no objection to.
Her phone eventually stopped ringing and the new found silence only pushed them further towards each other...until it rang again.
This time Ema sat up slightly and looked towards her bag over her shoulder.
"Just ignore it, Ema. If it's important they'll ring again."
"But they've already rang twice. They-" The phone rang off again.
"See, nothing important, now, what you were doing before Fraulein-"
Her phone rang a third time and they both groaned unison because they knew what it was. Ema dragged herself off Klavier who was having none of it. Once Ema had quickly wrapped one of the sheets around her she dashed towards her bag, Klavier following closely behind who hadn't taken the same modesty precautions.
"Ema- Ema Skye speaking... A murder? Right. What's the address, I'll get there right away." She had to ask for the address a further three times because during her first attempts at listening Gavin had started to flex and pose at her in a way he knew would make her laugh. Once she had it though, she rung off and looked at him sternly until he grabbed her and kissed her again.
"Are you sure you're ok to go to work with absolutely no sleep at all?" He asked her, half amused and half concerned, mostly proud.
"Sure, I mean it's not like I haven't done it before." She walked back towards his bed with Gavin walking literally one step behind her, kissing her neck as she went.
"Klavier, I really can't be late again today..." She started pulling up her underwear gingerly from beneath the bed sheet. Gavin noticed her slight look of disgust at wearing day old underwear and surprised her by asking her why she hadn't moved any of her clothes in yet.
She looked at him and smiled as she saw the hope in his eyes, she was about to answer when the sheet she was every so carefully trying to hold around her with one hand slipped away and let out a shriek.
He laughed and picked it up for her and held it between them, knowing that it was what she wanted.
"Why are you still so shy around me, Fraulein? It's not like I haven't seen all this and done... other things... before." He purred softly as he dropped the sheet and moved behind her to help her with her bra clasp.
"I don't know... I just am. How come you're not? You're just stood there all ...naked..." She blushed as she said this, and knowing it was only adding to his ammunition she quickly bent to retrieve her trousers and put them on before she could be persuaded to leave them off for a little while longer.
She tightened up her belt buckle and moved in to kiss him before stopping just short of his lips.
"If I do this are you going to cause some trouble?"
He looked at her with childlike eyes and asked as innocently as he could, "Trouble? Me?"
She laughed and backed away. "I thought so. I wouldn't want to have to snackoos you." She smiled at him before checking the watch she'd just retrieved from the bed side table. "I really have to get going- I love you." She called as she fled from the room still buttoning up her shirt.
He smiled and called after her that he loved her more, though in his worry that she hadn't heard it, he reached for his phone and fired off a message telling her just so.
The corner of his lips curled into a smile as he imagined her lips, doing just the same.
Maaan that was long. Well, for me anyway.
Like I said, some fluff to lull you into a false sense of security. Stuff is going to be going down in this story. And by 'stuff' what I mean to say is: "Shit's going down!"
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