Chapter 7: Guilty Love

At first, there was silence. Everything else seemed to be more interesting than looking at Ema. She seemed to be avoiding his glance as well.

Hurry up and say something, Klavier. Do something. Anything! He moved to the end of the bed, the guitar lay on the pillows, and motioned for Ema to sit beside him, which she did. There was a small gap between them and it was the strangest feeling to Klavier.

'Ema…' He started. He couldn't find the words to say anything,

'Klavi…' She grabbed his hand and interlocked her fingers with his. This gave him comfort and courage. He noticed that she hadn't used his full name, but her pet name for him. He knew she still loved him. Why am I struggling to just tell her? He deep breathed again, looking into her beautiful teal eyes,

'Ema… I'm… I-I feel so guilty about snapping at you earlier, Liebling. I didn't mean to. I-I… just…' Words started to fail him again.

'Well it was my fault, Klavier. I guess I was still pretty upset that I'd ruined the couch.' She winced, 'I can't believe I did that either. I'm 24 and you'd think my body would know what to do and have my life in some kind of order, scientifically speaking. But no.' He squeezed her hand,

'Look. It's been an emotional day for both of us. I definitely hit a new low that I never want to experience and you've been all over the place. Achtung, it can't be good for either of us,' Ema looked slightly concerned at the mention of Klavier's emotional low point but he continued, 'All I want you to know is that… I love you, Ema Skye. And I will never stop loving you.'

'Well I have something that I want you to know as well. I may have been all over the place today but I have never seen anyone care for me the way you do. I noticed how you winced when I was in pain. And I noticed an eyeroll somewhere today as well,' Klavier winced at that. So much for cool and collected, Gavin, 'but you knew it was just hormonal me. I can see. Everytime I look into your eyes, I see what you feel. Even now, I can see how you feel. And Klavier Gavin? I love you. I could stare into your eyes for an infinite amount of time and never get tired. Except for when you do that sassy wink of yours. You can keep that to a minimum,'

'What, this one?' Ema didn't know what he did when he winked but it was sassy, flirtatious and charming at the same time. It made her heart melt a little everytime he did it, but she would never let him know,

'Yeah, that one,' It was her turn to give him an eye roll,

'The point is, Klavier, I will never stop loving you either. You beautiful,' She leaned towards him slowly,

'sassy,' She leant closer,

'glimmerous,' her nose practically touched his,

'fop.' She whispered. Her forehead gently rested against his as their noses touched. Ema breathed in Klavier's scent. It was intoxicating. She seriously needed to investigate which brand he used – it was addictive.

All the while, she held his gaze – his blue pools reflecting her teal seas. She thought she saw his eyes water with tears as she leant and met his lips again with her own. He sighed into the kiss. She knew that this was what they both needed – again, the kiss said all the words that needed to be said. This kiss wasn't as gentle and calm as the last one, but it wasn't a battle of passion. It eased away all of their troubles.

Klavier's butterflies dissolved and he knew that just like he would always be there for Ema during her most trying time, she would always be with him – at his highest points where nothing could stop him but Ema could bring him back to Earth, and at his rock bottom points where his brother's voice haunted the depths of his mind and only Ema's voice could call him back to the light. It's no wonder they say we suit each other. He smiled as they stayed sitting there, lips locked.

Although Ema was slightly jealous of Klavier's soft hands and beautifully shiny hair, she took pride in the fact that her lips were softer than his. Once again, she found herself willing to just sit there in their modest bedroom, as time stood still around them. Up until now, she thought the only person who would ever truly understand her was Lana. She now had to amend that thought, as the other person who understood her was sitting in front of her with his eyes closed, savouring the moment. She almost laughed at the thought.

A voice brought them both out of their reverie,

'Well, it's nice to see that you two kissed and made-up. Literally' In Lana's eyes, Klavier and Ema looked like two teenagers who had just been caught having their first kiss. She laughed at her own joke. They both avoided Lana's eyes, sheepishly looking at each other, a blush creeping over both of their faces. How did they miss hearing the front door shut? Lana laughed,

'Well, I do have dinner here,' she held up a Chinese takeout bag that smelt delicious, 'but I'm happy to eat this all to myself if you two have something better to do…' And with that, she walked out to the kitchen. Klavier looked at Ema, eyebrows raised. His face did the asking of what they wanted to do. As tempting as it was to stay here with Klavier, the smell of Chinese takeaway could not be resisted and Ema, her hand still locked with Klavier's, led him out of their room to sit at the table near the kitchen.

'So, all is forgiven, I understand? No more guilt about the sofa, the bowls?' Ema looked at Klavier,

'I think so. The only thing I'm guilty of is loving this fop,' Lana just glared at how disgustingly sweet Ema was talking as she handed Ema a plate of dinner. She was sure it was the hormones talking as Ema continued, 'I guess you could call it,' She looked at Klavier, 'Guilty love.'

Lana just eyerolled.

Klavier sat back in his chair, hands behind his head, a sassy smirk on his face, 'I could get used to you saying my song titles, Ema.' Ema instantly regretted what she said and she joined Lana in an eye roll. Lana handed Klavier a plate of Chinese. He took it and began eating as she said,

'Well if that's the case, Klavier, you'll have 3 more days of this to hear Ema reference your song titles.' She smiled as Klavier tried not to spit out a mouthful of fried rice, before he turned to Ema, horrified, and whispered,

'4 more days?' Klavier felt like crying.

This is the longest story I've ever written. Personally I don't cramp so I couldn't relate to poor Ema but hopefully it was accurate enough… Hope you enjoyed!

Liebling = darling, love