A/N: Hi everyone. :D Sorry it's taken me so long to update. Let's just say that being stage manager is a LOT of work. And I totally had a draft of this chapter forever... it wasn't until this lovely Memorial Day weekend that I had the inspiration and time to finish it up.

Ah, also, please do be warned that this chapter most definitely sticks to its T rating. Nothing too bad, just a quick heads up so I don't surprise any of you youngin's. :3

That's about it. Chapter 5 should be here soon too. (I hope). I only say that because I actually wrote some of it as chapter 4 but then decided to cut it out out and push it to the next chapter. I felt pretty cool.

So thanks, r&r and have a lovely life until next time. XD

Klavier leaned forward and stole another hungry kiss from Ema's lips. Their mouths were wide open, their tongues stretched out as far as possible as they twisted and rubbed against one another.

"Klavier..." she whispered. His eyes opened, connecting with hers. Once having his gaze, she did nothing but give him a mischievous look.

If looks could kill, Klavier Gavin had just died and gone to heaven.

Staring right into his steel blue eyes, Ema fiercely gripped the back of his head and pulled him down on top of her. They bounced when they hit the mattress and Ema squealed with delight, their mouths never parting. Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss. Their heads switched back and forth, left and right after every urgent pulse.

Wandering hands. Her hands massaged his chest through his thin black shirt. Running up and down. Feeling his muscles.

His large hands played with her breasts - pushing hard against them in circles and running his fingers across the tops where her shirt revealed bare skin.

She jumped when she felt a tickle from the cool metal of one of his rings and informed him of her satisfaction by simply moaning into his mouth, sloppily moving her kiss down his jawline, and wrapping her arms around his whole torso, pulling him closer.

Klavier raised up on his knees, strongly gripping the lapels of Ema's lab coat to pull her face along with his. In a swift move, he rolled them over, so Ema now lay on him.

They calmed down. Although their kisses were still deep, they were at a slower, sexier pace. Ema's hand rested on Klavier's chest as it rose and fell, his breathing slowing from their previous ragged pacing. Taking time to absorb everything with all their senses. Pure bliss. The loud silence of their two bodies alone in this room.

beep

beep

beep

Why is my alarm clock going off at this time?

Actually, what time is it?

Ema's eye flickered open, finding her alarm clock in front of her and no one in her bed but herself.

Oh, it was only a dream.

Was it a dream? Or a nightmare?

As she eased further out of her slumber, Ema felt the ghost of a smile still lingering on her cheeks.

The bastard, she muttered under her breath. Won't even leave me alone when he's not here. Has me smiling, even in my sleep.

Just then, before letting her resentful rant go any further, Ema remembered the events of the previous night.

Did she have feelings for him? Her nightmare - dream? - certainly seemed to think so. It certainly wasn't the worst dream she'd ever experienced. Somehow she managed not to cringe when envisioning it happening in real life. In fact, that smile was brought to her lips again. It was actually kind of a... nice idea when she came to think of it.

Maybe this dream was trying to tell her something she couldn't come to acknowledge on her own. Maybe she should say yes.

Her alarm clock beeped again, throwing her out of her contemplation and into her usual work day blues: now with added romantic stress.

Even though she had gotten home much earlier than usual, she was still tired. One night could not make up for all the sleep she had missed over the past few years. Especially not a night full of thinking, tossing, turning, and strange dreams. So throughout her walk to the office, she tried to keep her mind focused on only two things. Staying awake and, more importantly, nothing else.

Once she was inside and seated at her desk, she went about her usual business. Same old, same old - except for the lead brick positioned above her stomach, ready to drop the second that black boot crossed the threshold.

It took a lot of focus and a lot of coffee to keep her moving through her work without throwing up or falling asleep. As regularly as she could, she worked through the sleep deprivation until every fiber of her body begged her for just ten minutes of sleep. No longer able to resist, she laid down on the mound of papers at her desk and was out in an instant.

She felt her mind wandering back to her most recent dream. This time it was as if she was watching it on TV. She wasn't herself, instead she was floating above the pair of lovers.

That familiar smile returned to her face in full force.

Half of her tried to fight back - turn her mouth back to her typical frown and change her dream to anything, anything else. However, this time, the other half was winning. The half that knew the truth that she'd spent so long trying to deny. She continued to watch, with pleasure.

The wall was crumbling down and waves of feelings were crashing over. Finally, somewhere inside of her, she knew should say yes. There were feelings there that were undeniable. Conversely, there was also a definite fear. But wasn't that what love - love? - was about? Having such strong feelings about someone that you'd run across a burning bridge for them? Or at least put your own petty fears aside at the risk of experiencing something great?

Ema knew she was ready to jump off of the stack of layers she had been trying to keep from blowing away. She had to say yes. She had to try. Although it may be awkward, terrible, or heartbreaking, it could also be the complete opposite. Klavier was no longer just the glimmerous fop anymore - although in hatred or in love, she would never stop calling him that.

After finally making this hard decision, Ema felt much more rested and let her mind begin to swim to the surface of the blackness.

Just as she was about to finally open her eyes and continue her work while feeling much more at ease, she felt a hand rubbing the nape of her neck. She knew that feeling; it was cool metal.

"Fräulein Skye? Time to wake up, schatz."

Ema opened her eyes and picked her head up off the desk to find Klavier a few inches away. She suppressed her old urge to slap him right across his tan face.

You like him now, Ema.

"Guten morgen, beautiful. A little tired there, are we?"

Someone seems to have regained his confidence since last night.

"What were you dreaming about? There was quite a smile on that pretty little face of yours."

Ema felt the blood rush to her cheeks.

"Oh, nothing. It's just that I made a decision which I was pretty happy about."

"Congratulations. If you are happy, I am happy. About what, may I ask?"

"About this."

Ema squeezed her eyes shut and leaned forward until she forcefully found Klavier's lips. She wasn't very good at being so forward and brave like this. But he caught her and kept them both from falling over. Their lips matched up and a kiss occurred, one nothing like her dream.