Hi!
So I was inspired by MissYoui's collection of oneshots and shorts. I always loved her writing and hated how slow the klema fandom was. So, I decided to finally take it upon myself and contribute to this!
As the title suggests, this won't necessarily be fluffy klema shots. Instead, I wanted to explore all facets of their relationship - the hate, the mutual frustration, the respect, the small crush they obviously have on each other, and then, in some cases, the full blown love. In a work environment.
These aren't canonical with each other nor take place in a set time. Instead, they're just snippets of their lives at work. So while they're not making out behind the desk the entire time, I hope there's enough to keep things refreshing and new.
I will be open to suggestions and requests, probably!
So here you go! The first oneshot from 'Strictly Business'.
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/ Strictly Business .
o1; Bitter like Coffee
There are those mornings where everything is out to annoy you. Your alarm clock is too loud; your clothes don't want to go on; the light never wants to change; a stupid motorcycle is occupying an entire parking spot. Ema Skye was close to hitting her head against the wheel in frustration. That stupid fop's motorbike was probably purposely parked in the lot to drive her nuts. Occupying one whole damn space. Hell, there's a sidewalk for a reason! The brunette entertained the thought of running it over. However, in doing so, a pay cut was in her near future. Resignedly she pulled out and circled the lot like an eagle searching for prey.
The coffee machine wasn't cooperating either. The trickle of the life-saving brown liquid was much to slow. Ema found herself tapping her foot impatiently. Every droplet of coffee seemed tantalizingly teasing, as each drop was begging to go into her parched and needy lips.
So the last thing she needed was someone breathing down her neck. Or talking to her. With a german accent.
"Fraulein, coffee isn't always the best way to go in the morning."
She could practically feel the blood rushing to her face. It wasn't out of embarrassment – oh it was quite the contrary – rather her urge to throttle something grew tenfold. In fact, she would pity her coffee mug if she wasn't intent on shattering it to pieces. She could almost feel the smirk on his face.
"I'll ignore that comment," she hissed as she pulled the cup from the slow machine and towards her lips. The rich and earthy aromas enticed her nose, the dark brown liquid swirled indulgingly towards her until caramel fingers wrapped around the pink porcelain. His grip was gentle yet restricting at the same time.
"I am serious fraulein, coffee is no good for the vocal chords. A good night's rest should remedy your drowsiness."
If it weren't for the fact she would like nothing more but to empty the contents of her cup on his ungrateful face, she might've noticed the genuine concern in his voice towards her wellbeing. Instead, it had the opposite effect and had her cheeks flushing with anger. She whirled around (fully aware his stupid foppy purple jacket received a rather painful slap of brown hair) and closed the gap between her and her boss. He was always just a little taller than her; her eyes would normally, up close, get a wonderful view of his chiselled cheekbones. So Ema, just half a foot away from the blonde prosecutor, stood on her tip toes inadvertently in anger as her smouldering brown eyes burned holes into his cooler blue.
Her irritation could hardly be contained any longer. Poison seeped into her voice, edging each word with steel. "First of all, glimmerhead, I'm not a singer, so I don't care about that. Second, I would love a good night's rest if you didn't overload me with work!" His eyes widened slightly at her extreme annoyance, and if she bothered to look she might've seen something akin to sympathy but boy she was on a roll; she wasn't going to stop now, "And not only that, I have the worst drive here, hit every red light, and your stupid foppy motorbike is sitting in a whole space-"
The German prosecutor's eyebrows pushed together in mock hurt. "Well, my hog is quite precious, nein? I wouldn't want some crazy person running it over."
Inner Ema screamed and whipped the cup of coffee at his face, but outer Ema hissed lethally and yanked the cup away from their shared grasp. "You… you insufferable little fop! I hope some rabid fan destroys your motorbike!" She expected him to make some sort of rebuttal ("Achtung! That bike's worth more than your yearly salary!" or, "That was quite rude, liebe, don't make me ravish you,"). Instead Klavier made a condescending clicking noise with his tongue, as one would do to a misbehaving child. Ema found it much more irritating than a vocalized payback.
She shot him a withering glare, fully aware of the amusement he was milking from their exchange, but honestly at this point she didn't give a crap. This was scientifically one of the worst mornings she's had, ever, and she hasn't even started work. Suddenly not in the mood for her long-awaited saviour in coffee, she marched over to the closest surface and slammed down the pink ceramic mug with a little more force than necessary. Head reeling and wanting nothing more than drown in the sensation of snackoos, she left the room in a vengeance towards her desk.
Of course, she didn't miss the teasing voice that called after her. Who could miss his super infuriating german accent? "Fraulein, you forgot your-"
"I don't want it! I'm awake enough as it is!"
In hindsight, Ema was expecting a half-serious speech from Klavier later on – something about work ethics, or even respect. She was even prepared for perhaps a dock in pay for the month.
What she didn't expect was no extra cases, nor the cup of coffee that had mysteriously arrived on her desk after her lunch break.
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So not exactly the fluffiest thing ever, but still, a cute insight on their relationship.
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