AUTHOR NOTES: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING BUT THE IDEA! ( though I protest that I can't own Klavier!)
Ema shook her head.
A month in the fop's house was not what she expected.
First, Klavier Gavin cooked pretty well (advantage).
Second, he took way too long in the bathroom applying gel on his hair and tying it up into a braid. (disadvantage)
Third, he seemed to react whenever she did anything dangerous and pull her away (she wasn't sure if that was good or not).
And fourth, she blushed when he smiled—and that never used to happen.
She crossed her legs as a gust of wind hit her face fiercely.
People Park was cold and it was still in autumn.
Well, it was 7 PM and Ema's only source of heat was a lamp post shedding light on top of the park bench she was sitting on.
She rubbed her elbows and inhaled the crisp, fresh, midnight air.
Couples, children or just people passed by.
She felt like walking with them.
Her health had improved lately and she didn't even mind the small migraines she'd have before bed—or the fact that she'd wake up before dawn, searching for her Snackoos.
She straightened her black trench coat.
Ema got up to walk when she felt a warm hand reach for her wrist.
"Fräulein…what are you doing here?"
Ema raised an eyebrow. "Just 'cause I'm in your place…doesn't mean I'm not a free person."
"Yeah…but you're an extremely vulnerable person." Klavier Gavin said.
Ema took a seat again with the rockstar sitting beside her.
"So this is where you are?" he asked.
"Yuppers. Now don't go 'round stalking me. I'd hate that."
"Sure. Sure."
He was holding a cup of Starbucks coffee, steam streaming out the small hole.
"Want some?" he offered, tipping the cup in her direction.
Ema eyed him with curiosity. "Did you drink?"
Klavier shrugged, already feeling that she wouldn't take it. "Ja."
Ema looked at him again. "Fine."
She snatched it from him and pressed her lips to the cup.
Too bad he wished that it was his lips on Ema's instead of the Starbucks coffee.
It went to her throat and down.
"Mmmmm…" she moaned, when she was done. "Yum."
She handed it back. "Here."
Klavier took it back. "Let's take a walk."
He got up and offered her his hand.
Ema smiled. "You sure I'd be fine enough?" she said in a pouty tone.
"Ofcourse liebe."
"What does that mean anyway?" she asked, looking at him.
The blonde put an arm around the brunette's shoulders and walked down the stone path.
"You really don't have to know." He said.
The detective looked at him again but this time, he was smiling.
And with that, Ema Skye blushed her reddest and melted into his arms.