A/N: Okay, so this chapter is definitely the longest. Which I'm both happy with, but hesitant. So guys, when you review, please comment on whether or not you felt like this was too drawn out. I could not find a good point to end this chapter.
That being said, some of the content of this chapter was written by my beautiful and wonderful internet-daughter, who helped her poor mother by writing the things I'm not good at writing. Particularly, anything involving physical contact. So thanks babe!
I still don't own anything, so lets just get on to the story, shall we? :)
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Ema struggled to push the prosecutor's freakishly large hand off of her mouth. Surprisingly, he didn't relent when she had resorted to licking him. And she didn't think that was a good thing.
After a few more minutes of watching Ema struggle, Klavier drew back his hand and wiped it on the side of his pants. He suppressed a laugh when he spotted the shade of almost violet that graced the detective's pouting face.
"No, I most definitely do not think you are any sort of attractive. You're just stupid and glimmerous and -and..." Ema huffed, forgetting all of the fancy insult adjectives she had thought up earlier. Instead, she focused on trying to re-pin the frizzy tendrils that had fallen from her updo.
Klavier stopped her, wrapping his rough fingers around her wrist at the first opportunity that presented itself. "Well, I think you are quite beautiful, fräulein. Even with your ridiculous hair..." He pinned her hand back on the wall.
His fingers from the extra hand tenderly pulled through the hair that hung next to Ema's face, the tips of said fingers brushing slightly across her cheek, causing a shiver to fly up her spine. Her eyes locked with the blonde man's, and suddenly Ema pulled upward with her arm, trying to free her pinned wrist.
"L-let me go you glimmerous fop. This trick isn't very funny, I hope you know." she said, stressing the contracted word as her eyes narrowed.
When no answer came, Ema pulled at her arm again. She was getting pretty annoyed from all of Gavin's teasing. Yet he didn't seem to mind her get angered by him. He seemed almost happy when she lectured him. And that only frustrated the detective more. Maybe he was just a bit off his rocker, or maybe he was just as stressed about being inside the elevator as Ema had been, but she didn't particularly care at the moment. She was too concerned over her current situation to worry about the fop's mindset.
Her attempt to free her wrist was just making the situation to become more awkward and painful on her part. Yet, a slight grin and added chuckle from Klavier caused Ema's face to heat, but whether it was from anger or embarrassment she couldn't tell.
"What are you giggling about?" she snapped, moving to stand on her toes and using her extra hand to grab at the fop's ear. As it made contact, she quickly pulled up, causing her attacker a slight irritation.
They both stared at each other until, finally, Ema's wrist was surrendered, followed by Gavin's ear. The two huffed slightly at each other, both riled up and touchy by now, and Ema shuffled around the man over to a seperate corner. How infuriating. That was exactly why Ema felt it better not mess with the fop. He was simply indescribable, insufferable, and both in more ways than one.
Ema watched the fop slowly push his back against the wall, face flushing when he returned the stare. Ema quickly averted her eyes, a pout appearing on her face.
"You shouldn't tease, especially when the person can't stand you." she said, her eyes returning to meet Klavier's.
He pushed a hand into his pocket and said, "Oh, so you can't stand me, ja?" His voice seemed different somehow. Almost dejected. And while Ema pondered it, Klavier continued speaking. "No one has really ever said that so bluntly as you have, fräulein. But I suppose I can't really expect you to understand something as simple as this. Even if you are a detective."
"Oh and what is that suppose to mea-" a sudden jolt caused Ema's words to get caught in her throat as well as a squeak of fright. Were they falling? Was her life really going to end in an elevator with such a wonderful fop? Wait, wait, wait. Ema's hand clasped over her mouth in case she had been verbalizing that thought. A wonderful fop was just blasphemous. A contradiction.
Then again, Ema had called him pretty. Indirectly and without thinking first, but she was aware that she had. And as far as she knew, she hadn't thought much about Klavier before these moments. There had been no reason to. She had always seen him as a fop, and she generally didn't consider any other side of him.
She looked to Gavin, who hadn't seemed to mind the jerking of the elevator. "What is it?" he asked, staring at her in confusion with those stupid, glimmery eyes that just sucked her attention. Ema replied, but her still-firmly-planted hand left the words incomprehensible. "Oh come on fräulein..." he said, shaking his head as he walked, no, strutted towards her. Ema responded by shaking her head and forcing herself against the wall as she slid down.
The whole scene seemed a bit slow motion until another jerk caused her to fall back on her rear. They had stopped moving again, and it was more relieving than Ema thought it would be. At least the chance of them dying together was expelled for now. She didn't want to die, nor did she want to speak to the glimmer-boy, but soon she realized that Klavier was already crouched down beside her, pulling her hand away from her face gently.
"Really fräulein, really?" he asked, smiling weakly as he brushed a finger below one of her eyes. Something cold and wet slowly ran across her cheek and seemed to be trapped between his finger and her face. She hadn't felt the tears coming, but she also wasn't sure she was completely in the moment. Her head had begun to ache, and she really didn't care if she looked like a little girl as she pushed herself into the fop's arms, pulling her head to his chest.
Ema felt helpless. She didn't understand all of the things that were happening, and she surely didn't understand why she was crying and hugging such an irritable and glimmerous fop. And as Klavier started to comfort her, she just wept more.
"...Fräulein, could you stop crying please? Your eyes look positively dreadful and I feel as if I may cry just looking at you... and your getting my shirt wet." Klavier chuckled softly, Ema's hands pushing against him feebly. He tightened the hug for another moment before letting her go, watching to see if she would need another comfort session.
Ema hiccuped, stifling another sob as she finally started to pull herself together. She felt a rush of regret, knowing that Gavin would hold this over her head for who knew how long. Her eyes flitted back up to his, and just as quickly looked away again.
"Stupid fop...worries more about his shirt..." Ema pawed at the few remaining tears, surprised by how self-conscious she was feeling all of a sudden. Self-conscious and cold. She hadn't even noticed her own jittering, and couldn't discern whether her goosebumps were from the chill or Klavier's touch.
...That touch. Something about those quick snatches of contact made her shudder. Ema bit her lip, again not being able to pin the feeling or words to describe it. And it annoyed her. She was supposed to be good at this, it was her job. She had all of the evidence and was there, so why was this such a mystery? Her own body was becoming foreign, and all because of this stupid fop. Maybe if she could just get another taste of that touch, she could make a scientific conclusion...
"Fräulein? May I help you?" Klavier's voice woke her from her thoughts, and only then did Ema notice she had been staring at the prosecutor. His lips curled into a charming, foppish smile, and Ema had to restrain herself from smiling back.
She considered asking Gavin about what was going on, but ignored that idea when she considered all the ammunition he had to make fun of her. If she could just...
Ema wouldn't have to wait long for that contact she required. She kept having to remind herself that it was for research, to determine what was going wrong inside her head, but even wondering why it was so hard to think of it as research. Ugh.
She opened her mouth to speak, but was promptly cut off by Klavier crashing his lips into hers.