Magnetism

TURNABOUT HALLOWEEN

A/N: I am so so so sorry about how long it took me to get this chapter together. Through my job, my classes and my birthday (weee!), I got very distracted and didn't get it written until now. Thanks for sticking with me!

I'm also really surprised to see that there are actually a few people who have read this, haha. I expected it to just get thrown online and no one would even see it. Welp. So I appreciate the views. I'm just doing this to amuse myself. Let me know when you think I can do something better – or if there's something you'd like to see – and I'll keep it in mind!

See ya'll at the end. :)

October 16, 2025

7:48 p.m.

East City Mall

Ema was not built for shopping malls. It definitely wasn't her ideal scene. Particularly at this time of year, when irritating high schoolers crowded the costume shop for the year's most popular offerings. But she allowed Lana to drag her there, anyway, because she had made the grave mistake of agreeing to attend the prosecutors' stupid gala.

She had lost her sister somewhere in the store, but she was too distracted by the terror the costumes brought her to be concerned. There was not a single one in the women's section that wasn't incredibly slutty. Ema inspected several potential costumes – a mini-skirted Robin Hood, several witches, a cat – and knew she was not going to waste her money on them.

Lana reappeared after several minutes, thrusting one of the packages into her hand. "This would be perfect for you!" she said. Ema stared at it, blankly. It was something with a lot of spandex.

"Lana, I really can't…" she mumbled, quickly putting the outfit back on the rack. "It's there something, you know…with a little more?"

Lana blinked slowly, glancing down at her own costume for a moment before answering. "Ema, the point is to look sexy, you know," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "There will be a lot of single guys there, and if I recall correctly, it's been quite a while since you…"

Ema held up a hand to silence her sister. "Lana, seriously. I'm not going to have a one-night stand at the PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE!" she exclaimed. "And it's not like there's going to be anyone there I'd…"

"What about Mr. Gavin?" Lana interrupted, raising an eyebrow. Ema's face flushed, and she clasped a hand over her mouth.

"No, no, no, no…absolutely not!" she shouted. A preteen girl shot Ema a glare at the outburst. "You've got to be kidding! I would never, not with that stupid, self-centered, irritating, foppish…"

Lana laughed at her sister's response. "I get it, I get it. I was just trying to rile you up, Em," she said with a smirk. Her younger sister glowered at her. "But still, the point of going is to loosen up and have fun, right? Isn't that why we're going in the first place?"

Ema sighed. "I…supposed so," she conceded. "But still, I just don't feel comfortable in something like that."

Lana linked her arm through Ema's pulling her deeper into the store. "Well, little sister, let's see what we can find for you," she said.

October 18, 2025

9:23 a.m.

Criminal Affairs Department

Ema flopped into her desk chair with a heavy sigh. She had spent the entire weekend being coerced by her sister into costume after costume. And those are some of my last days off for a while, she thought as her computer began to boot up.

The preliminary documents for her latest case sat fresh and unread on her desk. She'd recently been moved to the investigation into the homicide of a famous actress after the previous detective felt unable to continue.

Which meant she wouldn't get to avoid her pretentious boss much that day, despite the fact that she wanted only to do just that.

Like clockwork, her phone rang. "Criminal Affairs, Homicide Department. Ema Skye speaking."

"Fraulein, I'm assuming you read the documents related to our new case?" Klavier drawled into the phone. She felt her blood pressure rising. She'd looked them over, but the previous investigators had barely looked over the crime scene before the case was passed on to them.

"Of course I have," she snapped. "I'm sure you barely even glanced at them."

"Prickly this morning, as usual, fraulein," he said, amusement in his voice. "I take it you're free to go to the scene this morning, then?"

Ema felt her spirits sink. She was hoping to move the evidence from the Misham case and tie up some other loose ends that morning. "Fine. I'll leave in 10 minutes."

She could feel Klavier smirking at her through the phone. "See you there, fraulein." He hung up.

She leaned in her chair, her head falling back, sighing. "Damn it."

October 18, 2025

10:03 a.m.

Gatewater Hotel

Ema knew by the gaudy purple motorcycle out front of the hotel that Klavier had beaten her to the crime scene. She had to acknowledge, though she hated him, that he was surprisingly punctual for a lazy, good-for-nothing fop.

She pushed past the police officers at the hotel's entrance, flashing her detective's badge quickly at them. The officer in charge of protecting the scene approached her once she entered. "Detective Skye, the crime scene is room 2G. Prosecutor Gavin is already inside."

Ema's eyes narrowed. "Of course he is. Thank you, officer." She paused in front of the elevator, hitting the button. When she reached the second floor, the door of hotel room in question was just outside of the elevator. She stepped inside to find two forensic technicians and her boss. The body had already been removed, and a white chord outlined where it had been found.

"Ah, fraulein. Nice of you to finally join us," he drawled. She scowled at him, ignoring the snarky remark.

"Techie, debrief me on what you've found," she barked, stepping into her usual bossy role.

One of them paused in his work. "Detective, there are few clues left behind, really. The victim, Talia Dawson, was stabbed to death. Multiple stab wounds to the torso and arms were documented. The autopsy report suggests that the killing blow occurred before the killer had finished stabbing her."

Ema had gleaned that much from the report she'd received that morning. Talia Dawson as a popular actress and the murder was a huge national news story, so the coroner's office had worked quickly. "You said there were few clues? But there was an arrest made."

"We have been unable to find many fingerprints or forensic evidence at the scene, ma'am," he explained. "However, we arrested Ms. Dawson's body guard, Ed DeGuardo, because he was the only other person with access to the room. He also does not have a solid alibi for the time of the crime, and was caught on a security feed entering the hotel room shortly before the crime occurred."

"What of the weapon? Was it recovered?" she asked.

"The only knife we found was a small fruit knife, which does bear the suspect's prints," the technician explained. "There was some of the victim's blood found on the knife, but not in a pattern that is consistent with the wounds. It appears to be spatter from the actual attack. As far as the actual murder weapon, it has yet to be found."

"Who found the body? Was it the suspect?"

"He is the one who called the police, yes. But he's also our only suspect at present."

Ema moved closer to where the body had been found. The victim had been discovered on her stomach, splayed out in a pool of her own blood. The stain covered a large section of the plush carpet. Klavier glanced up at her. "You done barking orders at the techs, fraulein?"

She shot him a glare before crouching down next to the bloodstain. "Let's try to get this over with, shall we?" she said.

He laughed. "Well, then get investigating, detective. I'll supervise."

Ema stood, calling to the technician, "Was a luminol test performed?"

"Not yet, detective."

Her eyes lit up. "Well, I'll take care of it, then." She reached into her messenger bag and pulled out the spray and her trusty black light. She sprayed the nearby sofa and the area surrounding the stain before dimming the lights. Some blood spatter had bit the side of the sofa, and a strange bloodstain marred the arm – one that didn't match up with the other spatter. She gestured for one of the techs. "Can you make sure this makes it into evidence?"

She continued to bustle around the crime scene, examining everything she could get her hands on. Most of the precinct's forensic technicians had come to deal with Ema's overbearing style at crime scenes.

Much to her surprise – and annoyance – Klavier interrupted her. "So, fraulein, I saw that you are attending the party after all," he said. She glanced at him before continuing to dust for prints on a bedside table.

"Yeah, so?" she retorted, not stopping for conversation. "What's the big deal?"

"You seemed adamantly opposed when we spoke about it before," he continued, not taking the hint that she wanted to be left alone. Or merely choosing to ignore it, she wasn't quite sure which. "Why did you change your mind?"

Ema gently brushed away the excess fingerprint powder, revealing a perfect print. "Lana convinced me that I needed to loosen up sometimes," she said warily, not sure she wanted to reveal too much to him.

Much to her surprise, he leaned over the table, not far behind her. She stiffened, uncomfortable with his closeness. "I'm glad your sister at least has some sense," he said, his breath tickling her ear.

She didn't move, and didn't dare reply. He pulled away. Finally, after a long silence, she mumbled, "I think I've seen enough to file an initial report. I'm going back to the precinct, and I'll have the documents for you this afternoon."

He watched her, then gestured for her to lead the way out of the hotel room. "After you, fraulein."

She didn't acknowledge him before hurrying out. The exchange they'd just had put the Halloween party in the forefront of her mind, and she had to admit she was growing less and less excited for it happen.

Damn you, Lana. This is already getting out of hand.

October 31, 2025

9:54 p.m.

Ema's Apartment

Lana had joined her sister at her small, downtown apartment to get ready for the gala, dressed in the witch's costume she'd chosen to wear. She knocked on the bedroom door for the fifth time. "Ema! You can't hide in there forever! Don't tell me you have cold feet now!"

"I'm not going!" her younger sister replied from the other side. "I can't go out in this."

"Ema, do I have to remind you that you're the one who picked out that costume?" Lana persisted, sighing. "You look amazing, I'm sure, just come out."

There was a shuffling, and then the door cracked. "You can come in, but I'm not leaving."

Lana pushed her way into the bedroom and appraised Ema. Ema had given in to a flattering hula dancer costume, with a cute, pink bandeau bikini and a bright red lei. She wore her hair down in waves with a matching, flowered hair-piece. "Ema, you look beautiful. Why are you backing out on me? I can't go alone!"

"I just feel weird, you know, Lana?" she said, looking at herself in the mirror for what must have been the hundredth time. "It's just not me."

Lana put her arm around her sister. "That's the point, Em," she said. "You're trying to have fun and loosen up, right? This is a perfect chance." She moved back toward the door, holding it open for Ema. "Now, come on. Grab your jacket and let's go."

Ema paused, glancing at herself in the mirror one more time. She headed out of the bedroom and grabbed her coat from its hanger next to the door. Lana, what have you gotten me into?

October 31, 2025

10:26 p.m.

Prosecutor's Office

The entrance to the Prosecutor's Office had been completely redecorated for the party. It was the first thing Ema spotted when she got out of Lana's car. And she wasn't sure if she liked it.

She hung back as they readied to go inside. Lana linked her arm through her sister's, dragging her in. "Come on, Ema," she hissed. "Stop being a baby."

They checked their coats and made their way into the main ballroom, which had been converted from the entire first lobby lounge of the office. Decorations hung from the ceiling and each of the windows. Pop music blared from a DJ booth on the opposite side. Food tables were everywhere, while waiters brought trays of certain hors d'oeuvres and drinks to people in the crowd. Several tables accommodated guests who preferred to sit, while plenty of others were standing and dancing to the music. "Lana, this is so not me," Ema stammered, staring wide-eyed at the scene.

"Well, have a drink or two and you'll feel better," her sister said simply, pulling Ema toward the bar. The line was surprisingly short, but it was still early. When they made it to the bar, Lana ordered for both of them.

"What is it?" Ema asked, eyeing the pink drink.

"It's a hurricane, Em," Lana explained. "It's delicious, and it will help tone down those nerves you're carrying around." She glanced at something over Ema's shoulder. "I'll catch you later."

Ema took a deep swig of the drink, and noted that it was light and fruity with minimal alcohol burn. One of the waiters walked by with a tray of finger sandwiches, and she grabbed a couple and stuffed them in her mouth. Not quite as satisfying as her beloved Snackoos, but still quite tasty. Another long drink and she felt the heat of it settle pleasantly in her stomach. Maybe if I just stick close to the bar, I'll be fine.

Then, much to her surprise, a warm hand slid across the small of her bare back. She immediately stiffened. "And for what lucky man are you dressed so sexy tonight, fraulein?"

She immediately grabbed Klavier's wrist and thrust his hand away from her. He was close enough that she could smell alcohol on his breath – a husky bourbon. She glanced at him. He was dressed as a vampire. How cliché. Why am I not surprised? The dark purple vest he wore echoed to his usual attire. "Don't touch me," she snarled.

He laughed, shaking his glass and making the ice tinkle off the sides. "I thought you were supposed to be lightening up, Ema," he said.

He addressed her by her first name so rarely that she was caught off-guard. "Whatever, doesn't give you any right to sexually harass me," she retorted. The words had barely made it out of her mouth before she regretted them.

His eyes flashed. "Sexually harass? Me? You think far too little of me, fraulein."

This fucking asshole, she thought. He's mocking me. She had to get away from him. The way he was watching her expectantly set her teeth on edge. She spotted Lana talking with one of her co-workers across the party. "I have to go," she mumbled, sprinting to her sister. Klavier watched her the entire way.

Lana's eyebrows lifted at her sister's appearance. "What's the matter? You're out of breath," she said.

"I'm fine," Ema said, hunching over for a second to catch her breath. "Can we do something? Eat? Dance? Anything?"

A smirk settled on Lana's mouth. "Ah, I see what your problem is," she said, teasing. Ema knocked back the rest of her drink, slamming it on to the tray of a passing waiter. "Looks like you just spoke with Mr. Gavin."

Ema shook her head. "Not a problem. I just want to hang out with my sister, you know?" She glanced toward the bar. "I'll get us more drinks." She ran off before Lana could tease her any further.

At the bar, she ordered a shot of the house vodka before grabbing another of the pink, fruity hurricane her sister had purchased. The shot burned the whole way down, but it felt good, like sweet torture. I need to get drunk, she realized. Then everything will be fine.

She returned to Lana, carrying another drink for her sister. Ema had already downed a third of her own on her way back. "Ema, you should probably slow down a bit," Lana said. "You're a bit of a lightweight, you know. I don't want you to do anything stupid."

"Me, stupid?" A pleasant haze had filled Ema's head. She took another long drink. "I'm the most composed person you know, Lana."

Lana didn't answer right away, her gaze settling past Ema. Ema glanced back to see that Klavier was still eyeing her. "You're not very composed right now, Ema," Lana said. "Maybe if you talked to him you wouldn't freak out all the time."

Ema finished her drink, shaking her head. "No way. I'm going back to the bar, maybe I'll catch you later," she said. Lana looked concerned, but allowed her to leave.

The third hurricane tasted even better than the previous two. She'd forgotten how much better alcohol tastes after you get the first few drinks out of the way. The haze was intensifying – she was still in control, but she felt lighter, happier.

One of the other detectives at precinct approached her. "Detective Skye, I'm surprised to see you here," he said, leaning close. He was dressed as some kind of 1920s gangster. She scrambled to remember his name – Mark, Edward, John…

"Yeah, I thought I earned the time off," she said, sipping on her drink. The man – she thought maybe his name was Marcus, now – slipped an arm around her waist. She didn't like it, she didn't know him, but for the moment, she allowed it to stay. Lana told me to have fun, right? He was kind of cute, she guessed, but wasn't really her type at all. Maybe if I keep drinking…

She swigged more of her drink as the other detective continued to flirt with her. She had almost reached the bottom when he pulled on her hand. "Want to dance?"

She finished the hurricane, resting the empty glass on a nearby table. "I'd like to get another drink first," she said. He nodded, leaning in like he was going to kiss her. She turned her head, so his lips connected with her cheek. As quickly as she could, she escaped from his embrace.

At the bar, a familiar voice interrupted her order. "Two shots of bourbon, please." Ema turned, glaring at Klavier.

"Get away from me, fop," she said. "I don't like whiskey, anyway."

"You seem pretty open to things you don't like right now, fraulein," Klavier said. There was an edge to his voice that surprised her. He looked toward the dance floor, and she followed his eyes to the detective who'd been flirting with her before.

She grinned. Booze-fueled bravado pumped through her veins. "Is the rock-star prosecutor…jealous?" she sneered. The bartender set the shots down. Ema looked at it, and then knocked it back before Klavier could answer. She liked the strength of the drink as it ignited its way down. Klavier followed suit, watching her.

She was definitely drunk now. She could feel the room almost spinning around her. "Fraulein, it is apparently not just your outfit that is sexy tonight," he said. She gasped, surprised. He ordered them each another drink, handing her a fourth pink hurricane.

"Don't think you can just get me drunk, you jerk," she said, sipping the drink as they moved away from the bar.

He leaned in close. "I think you seem plenty relaxed, don't you?" He ran his hand along her back, and this time, she didn't move so quickly to push him away.

"I should probably go find, umm…" She paused, trying desperately to remember the name of the detective from earlier. He was safe – she knew she could easily say no to him.

"You don't remember his name?" The challenge was there. "I'm sure he was quite the charmer, then," he said, taking a sip of his bourbon on the rocks.

"Well, at least he's not a fop," she retorted, jabbing him in the chest with her forefinger. He watched her closely before closing his hand around hers.

"I'm not sure I like your tone, fraulein," he said. He shot another glance to the dance floor and the detective, who seemed to have acknowledged that he was no longer on Ema's radar and had given up on her. "I may be a fop, as you say, but…" He pulled her closer. In her head, hazy as it was, she wanted to struggle, but her body ignored her. He leaned close to her ear. "…that doesn't change anything about right now, does it?"

She shook her head, not in agreement but in an attempt to shake off the effect he was having on her. His breath in her ear and his voice wrapping around her thoughts were both making her already-fuzzy head spin. "I don't know what you mean," she mumbled, attempting to gather herself.

"Of course you do," Klavier continued. His now-finished drink had been placed on the edge of a nearby table, and he grasped her hips, pulling her flush to him. She used her glass as a barrier, preventing her chest from touching his. She took a long swig of her drink, trying to avoid speaking to him. She could smell the alcohol on his breath again, the thick bourbon mingling with the masculine fragrance of whatever cologne he was wearing. "Dance with me." It wasn't quite a demand, but an offer.

She couldn't quite refuse. She downed the rest of her drink. "Can I get one more?" Ema murmured. He released her, allowing her to approach the bar. As she opened her mouth to order another drink, Lana sidled up to her.

"Are you sure need another one, Em?" she asked, an eyebrow lifted.

"I—of course I do," Ema managed. She was realizing that she was drunker than she thought.

Lana pulled her away from the bar by her elbow. "I'm all for you having a good time, Ema, but really." She sighed. "I don't want you to do something you'll regret tomorrow." She looked beyond her sister, and Ema thought she knew what Lana was starting at.

Ema pushed her sister's hands away, shaking her head. She stumbled, trying to get her bearings. "I'm…fine," she mumbled. "I'll stop drinking, okay?"

Lana smiled. "Well, in that case," she conceded. "I think I know where you're headed. Catch you later." She vanished back into the party.

Ema meandered her way on to the dance floor. Her legs felt heavy. The same pair of warm hands caught her. She noticed this time that there were calluses on his fingers from hours spent playing the guitar. "I thought you wanted another drink, fraulein," Klavier said.

Ema turned to him. His hands slid down her back, pulling her against him. This time, she didn't have a barrier. Her hands met his chest and she looked up at him, surprised by the fact that she enjoyed it. "Lana…said I should probably take a break," she replied.

He was about to say something – likely at her expense – when a Gavinners song began to blare through the speakers. Ema scowled. "Something wrong?" he whispered, amused, his lips brushing the edge of her jaw. She felt her pulse quicken, thudding through her veins.

After the first few bars, she recognized it as "Guilty Love." "I hate this song," she said, pouting. Klavier nuzzled the hollow under her ear, distracting her. "I hate your stupid band and every stupid song you ever wrote."

He began to sing along, low enough that only she could hear. Ema was embarrassed to find that she, too, knew all the words. "Ema, you keep saying things that aren't true."

She pushed him away, blinking hard to try and get rid of the hazy film that had settled over her mind. I am being seduced by the fop, she realized. Stupid gala, stupid alcohol, stupid Lana… He gave her space, but didn't seem to be deterred. "You're…persistent," she stammered.

"And you're pretending you don't like it," he countered. "Fraulein, admit it."

"No way, absolutely not." She stormed off, heading toward the exit of the party. She had barely made it into the empty hallway when he caught up to her. It wasn't hard for him to pin her against the wall – she was so drunk she could barely stand. "Go away."

Klavier pressed his nose into her hair, pressing every inch of his body to hers. "Ema…"

She looked up at him, preparing to say something rude, when he crushed his mouth into hers. His hands moved roughly across her bare skin, exploring what was available to him.

Ema hated herself for it, but she found herself kissing him back, her hands fisting in his vest to pull him closer. His lips were skillful, his tongue even more so as he dragged it across her bottom lip. There was urgency, a hunger in his kiss that surprised her. She wasn't sure she ever wanted him to stop.

His tongue had found its way into her mouth and was massaging against hers in a way that was both possessive and worshipful, like he wanted to be gentle and devour her whole at the same time. His hands slid down her back to cup her ass, and he groaned appreciatively into her mouth. She grabbed a fistful of his platinum blonde hair, kissing him harder, more passionately. She was pinned squarely between his body and the wall, and she could feel his arousal at her hip.

She was contemplating this – This guy actually wants me? – as he pulled away from her. He trailed kissed down her jaw, nosing the underside of her chin before grazing his teeth along the base of her throat. Ema could feel him still pushing against her hip, and she could tell that she would likely enjoy what Klavier was offering her.

But it's such a bad idea. Right? "Come with me," he breathed in her ear. He sucked on her earlobe, and heard a soft moan escape her mouth. It wasn't something she was used to, at all. One of his hands slipped down her thigh, and his hardness was right there, against her. Her body sung with need, and she knew she couldn't refuse him.

He didn't allow her to answer before kissing her again, hooking her leg around his waist and grinding his groin into her own. She trailed her fingers across his waistband and then slowly down the zipper – merely brushing them against the fabric. He bit down on her lower lip, hard, and she cried out in surprise. "O—Okay," she said between the bruising, passionate kisses.

He took her hand, pulling her toward the exit. Ema noticed that her mouth felt swollen from his rough attack and her entire body seemed to be on fire. Klavier grinned at her, and she knew he felt it, too. He planted a kiss on the back of her hand as the valet handed him the keys to his car.

It was a beautiful, sleek black Jaguar. Of course, she thought. This rich, stupid fop… She watched him as she clamored into the passenger's seat. This rich, stupid fop that I might be about to sleep with…

November 1, 2025

12:40 a.m.

Klavier Gavin's apartment

The alcohol haze in her brain made the drive to Klavier's apartment seem incredibly slow. He was very focused on the trip, likely because of his own drunkness, but his hand slid up and down her thigh at a tantalizingly slow pace, inching close to the apex before returning back to her knee. She could hardly imagine what his nimble, experienced fingers could do to her.

They took the elevator up to the penthouse apartment in the building. Another reminder of how, scientifically, I am much poorer than he is, she thought. He barely touched her during the long ride, trailing a finger across the small of her back. But she felt the burn in him, too, the heat from them both filling the tight space of the elevator.

As soon as the door shut behind them, he crushed her against it, his lips on hers as if he were going to eat her alive. His hands seemed to everywhere at once and it didn't take long for him to toss the grass skirt she wore to the side. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders and to the floor to join it. Before she realized it, he'd wrapped her legs around his waist was carrying her farther into the apartment. His mouth still explored her, sucking on the side of her neck and along her collarbone.

He dumped her unceremoniously onto his bed. Klavier paused to pull off his vest and dispose of his gaudy Gavinners' necklace. Ema thought briefly that she'd always hated it, hated the band, hated him…and now she was in his bed. The alcohol that still clung to her mind helped her rationalize it. She wanted this.

He joined her, the weight of him pressing her into the bed. He kissed her again, one of his hands slipping up under her bandeau. He murmured appreciatively into her mouth as her nipple stood at attention under his skillful fingers. Ema clawed at the buttons on his shirt, fumbling with them for a while before ripping his shirt open. She heard several buttons ricochet off into his bedroom. He continued to tease her nipple, tugging on it, as she explored his torso with her hands. He wasn't unnaturally muscular, but toned and defined in a way that made her blood sing. She wanted to see the rest of him, too, touch him, kiss him everywhere.

He broke off the kiss, trailing his lips down her chin. He sat up briefly to pull the remains of his shirt off before quickly unhooking her bandeau and tossing it to the side. He looked her over, a grin on his face. She saw the darkness, the need in his eyes and was taken in by it. He nuzzled the side of her neck before shifting agonizingly slowly down her chest. He traced the shape of her sternum with his nose, kissing her there. He fondled one of her breasts affectionately and closed his lips around her other nipple. She gasped, the heat of his mouth surprising her.

His tongue massaged the sensitive pink nub, swirling around it. Ema buried her hands in his hair, straining to pull him closer to her. He teased her with his teeth, eliciting a pleasured moan. She arched her chest toward his mouth as hot sensation pooled deep in her belly. It spiked upward, mingling with the fuzzy booze that lingered in her head.

Then, much to her dismay, the teasing ceased and his mouth moved downward. He planted kisses across her stomach, swirling his tongue around her navel. When he reached the edge of her bikini bottoms, he trailed his nose farther down, inhaling deeply. He ran his nose up and down the length of her entrance. "You smell so good, fraulein," Klavier whispered. He looked up and locked eyes with her as he slid the pink bottoms down and tossed them aside. Ema realized that she was naked and felt suddenly nervous. She looked away from him.

He touched the side of her face, a gesture she found weirdly tender. "Ema, you're a beautiful woman," he said softly, running his thumb over her lips. "Let me treat you like one, ja?"

She nodded, released from her fear. He gave her no warning before he swirled a finger around her clit. She was already excited, and that bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs had already swollen. She moaned, her eyes closing as she succumbed to him. His touch was light, teasing her, and she wanted more. He slipped a finger inside her, testing her, and she exclaimed, surprised. She lifted her hips, to give him better access. He traced the curve of her hip with his tongue, kissing the inside of her thigh.

Ema was a ball of sensation. He slid another finger into her, pushing deep. He rotated them in a circle, catching the most sensitive spot inside her. She cried out, and he continued to tease her there, pressing hard. He replaced his hand at her clit with his mouth, sucking on it. She felt herself creeping closer and closer to the edge, the tense pleasure radiating up from her belly. His tongue nimbly worked her over, the sensation becoming unbearable. She moaned again, out of control of herself.

She came, gloriously. The universe around her exploded, spiraling, before it reconnected to her at her body. Klavier sat up as she came down, watching her. He licked his fingers, smirking. "You taste good, too, fraulein," he breathed in her ear before kissing her. She could taste her own spent arousal on his tongue, which she found surprisingly exciting.

She wanted him, now. She had to have him. Ema tugged at his belt, wanting to free him as quickly as possible. He helped her, and together they tugged the buckle free. He allowed her to pull open the button and drag down the zipper, and her hands found their way into his pants, cupping him through his underwear. He moaned into her mouth, thrusting his hips forward against her curious hands. He was big, bigger than she had expected, and she wanted him inside her to feel him stretching her, filling her. She pushed his pants down his hips and he broke off the kiss to kick them off the bed.

She hooked her legs around him, grinding against him through his boxer briefs in hopes of pushing him to finally take her. He groaned, trying to resist her, but didn't hold on for long. The last barrier between them vanished to the floor. She eyed what she was about to have inside her, wanting him desperately. His cock was glorious as the rest of him. He positioned himself at her entrance, ready, but he lifted his eyebrows at her in question. She nodded, and he entered her slowly, a pace so agonizing that she could hardly stand it. Ema would admit that she had been through a bit of a dry spell, but even in her freer Europe she'd never felt so full before. For his part, Klavier seemed to also be aware of how well they fit together, judging by the pleasure that filled his expression.

He pulled out of her and then drove in again, burying himself to the hilt. She exclaimed, surprised, but enjoying the roughness of it. He repeated the same gesture, savoring the feel of her. She dug her nails into his back and arched her back into him. He picked up the pace, thrusting faster. He pressed his face into her neck and rested his weight on his elbows as he focused on his rhythm.

Ema rocked her hips in time with him as they found their best pace, a punishing rhythm that was driving her higher and higher. His breath, hot in her ear, spurred her farther still. Her body was completely out of her own control, a slave to the sensation.

She was close to release again, and she tightened around him. He bit her along her jaw. "Say my name," he whispered. She complied, her voice barely audible, but she knew that wasn't what he wanted. He continued to pound into her, bumping once again into her most sensitive spot. He moved a hand to her clit to push her over the final barrier.

It didn't take long. She came powerfully, the world around her shattering into a million, pleasured pieces. He controlled himself, holding on through her orgasm, even though she got even tighter around him after she came. She dragged her nails down his back and moved them around to cup his ass, pulling him deeper still so that he'd finally join her at the highest ecstasy.

He thrust a final time, the deepest he'd gone, and released. She milked him for all he had, loving the sensation. He collapsed for a moment as he recovered, thrusting shallowly into her as he came down from his orgasm.

He pulled out of her, rolling on to his side. He slung an arm over her and pressed his face into her hair. A languid, sleepy afterglow spread into her limbs. She pressed her face into his chest, satisfied.

He tilted her face up to meet his and kissed her softly, tracing the shape of her mouth with his tongue. She felt the flame ignite inside her again and she hooked her leg around him. His hand slid up her thigh. "You're not done yet, fraulein?" he said.

"Not quite," she replied, grinning.

He shook his head with false irritation. "Well, I suppose we'll have to take care of that, ja?" he said.

He rolled her beneath him, and she lost herself in him once more.

A/N: Well, this chapter was a long time coming, but I made it! I'm actually pretty happy with how it turned out. I apologize again for the delay – it was a series of factors that led to it.

Let me know what you think, now that things have gotten steamy. ;) I just love these two, heehee.