A/N: Pretty short chapter this time. But lucky you reader! There's some action happnin'!

I know they seem OOC, but as I keep explaining in the story they've had alcohol. Normality resumes in chapter 4.

Disclaimer: The likelihood of me getting ownership of this game in the last 24 hours or so is very slim.

Fortunately no one did notice this quick smile at each other, and no one did notice that Gavin's smile was more genuine that Ema's. Or was that unfortunate? Someone could've warned him. Someone could've warned her.

You're going to get your heart broken.

You're going to get your heart broken into.

The night, while drawing to a close it was still in full swing with all thoughts of slower songs well and truly forgotten. People still remained well after the time the party was supposed to finish and the DJ was being paid to stay longer, to keep the crowd happy per say.

People had resumed a more grinding style of dancing again and the assumption of alcohol was rapidly building up a large bill. Still, Ema and Klavier showed no sign of separating after five hours of being in each other's company, and were fast losing their inhibitions because of alcohol and their physically close dancing.

They were holding onto each other in a very personal manner. Their hands had found each other's hair; her hands had managed to roam free across his chest and he had somehow managed to keep his hands attached to his arms after they had fallen considerably lower from her back several times.

So it was only a matter of time before they were not themselves enough to experience their first kiss. It only lasted a second, but for that one brief second when his lips pressed hardly against hers both their hearts set on fire.

"Fraulein," He started, his already laboured breathing had reached a painful point, "Perhaps you would like to leave now?"

She surprised him again by answering his question with another question.

"Sure, why not?"

***

Seeing her walk a few steps in front of him to her door set something alight inside Klavier, something of which he did little to muster or resist. Acting on impulse, he grabbed her from behind, spun her and pressed her against her own front door. Her yelp of surprise was muffled by his fervent kiss which she eagerly returned.

Feeling above her head on the doorframe for the key he'd seen her put there earlier he continued to kiss her while his other hand roamed recklessly over her body and her hands pulled him greedily towards her body.

He slid the key into the lock and pushed the door open, forgetting the inevitable that they would fall through.

Upon steadying themselves Klavier let go of her momentarily to retrieve the key and hastily threw it onto a nearby table. After this he wasted no time in grabbing her again, one hand cupping her cheek and the other was pulling her dangerously close by the waist. He kissed her more forcefully this time and Ema did everything in her power to imitate his passion.

She started pulling off his jacket the same time he went to untie the bow holding her dress up at the back of her neck and neither did anything to stop the other. Ema's hands started roaming free under his shirt and both smiled into the kiss at how good it felt. Next Ema got to work on his shirt buttons, choosing to rip it open rather than unbutton it and Gavin tested the boundaries when he started to undo the zip at the back of her dress.

But it was at this time that Gavin started coming to his senses. Normally this stage didn't bother him, and with the way Ema was moving against his evident excitement pressing into her stomach this was were he usually went all out. This was where their irate kissing turned even more enthusiastic normally.

But this was his Ema. He'd called her many things like Fraulein, Leibe, Detektiv. But she would always be Ema. And she would always be his.

So the question he had to ask himself was could he do this? Like this? He knew from the way she was behaving that Ema could and that destroyed him a little inside. It did this because he knew that he could be anything to her right now. Right now he was just some guy that she'd met at a party after she'd had too much to drink.

"I can't." He whispered into the kiss.

"What?" She asked breathlessly.

Their arms were still tangled around each other despite the current shift of mood.

"I can't do this. I- Fraulein, please stop. Not like this."

"Why not?-"

"I have to go." He brought his hands to her face and kissed her forehead once. "I'm sorry Ema, I'll explain after you've had some sleep. Goodnight."

And with those departing words he broke free of her arms and left her apartment. She hurried to the window and saw him walk briskly out of the apartment car park and onto the road beyond. She turned around and picked up her key to lock her door. Stumbling while taking her heels off she noticed he'd left his jacket on her floor. She picked it up and inhaled deeply into it. It smelled just like him. She smiled carried it to her bedroom and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow knowing that would had just happened would hit her with full force in the morning, but for now she didn't care. Her dress was still hanging loosely from her body and his jacket was still in her hands.

***

The same time Ema's head hit the pillow, Klavier hung up his phone. During the past few hours he'd missed seven rings from one woman and she'd left a few voicemails. Upon ringing her back he agreed he'd go over to her place and help her out for 'old time's sake'.

He cursed softly under his breath and headed the opposite direction to her house but stopped in his tracks after taking a few steps. He turned to look at Ema's apartment, a small but sad smile playing on his lips.

Tune in next time :D