First Date

Part Two

I stand there for a few seconds longer, shocked at the sudden change in proximity, and finally process what the prosecutor has said. "R-right!" I shout, and dash for the towel, scrubbing my hands until they turn a light shade of pink. Klavier sends another grin my way, and I feel my cheeks heat up instantly, which causes an even bigger grin to spread across his tan face.
"I'll start the tortillas, you go ahead and put whatever you'd like in them." Klavier hums quietly as his hands get covered in enchilada sauce, and I recognize the tune almost instantly, being guilty of listening to it often when I'm alone. This serenade was always my favorite when Kristoph played his piano... Without meaning to, I begin singing the counter melody, nostalgia filling my thoughts, and smile shyly when Klavier looks at me in surprise. Was it his favorite as well?
A smile spreads across his face, and he hums a little louder. He finishes coating a tortilla, and I start filling it with cheess, peppers, and beef, humming along softly and without thought. We finish four tortillas before I realize Klavier has stopped singing and is watching me with soft eyes.
"You sing extremely well." I stop humming completely, and he frowns. "Nein, don't stop." He starts humming again, starting the song over with a hopeful look, but I'm too embarrassed to start it up again, so I busy myself with filling the last enchilada and folding it into the pan. I can feel the prosecutors gaze on my face, and it takes everything I have to not look at him until I've finished the last enchilada.
"We forgot to turn on the stove." Klavier stands up silently, and walks into the kitchen, turning his back while he fiddles with a knob on his oven. I take the chance to look at him, noticing his tense posture. Did I do something wrong?
"H-hey." My mouth speaks before I can think, and I curse my inability to be smart in Klavier's presence. He turns around to face me, and I see a smirk tilting the corners of his mouth. The mouth that kissed me... I shake my head, earning more of the promised smirk, and start stuttering.
"W-what do you mean I sing well? I sound like a banshee when I sing..." I start fiddling with the hem of my vest, suddenly nervous.
"Well, perhaps. But you certainly aren't tone deaf, Herr Forehead. And you can hum as well as I can." I look up, blushing once more, and start when Klavier appears only inches away from my face.
"Agh!" I jump backwards, arms flailing, and shriek when I start to fall.
"Apollo!" The prosecutor jumps forward, grabbing my hands from over the counter and pulling. I scrunch my face up, sure that I'll hit my head on the table behind me, but I'm pleasantly surprised when I instead feel Klavier's hands wrapping around mine and pulling me forward. He pulls a little too hard, not expecting me to be so light, and as a result I end up only centimetres away from the prosecutors handsome face, while still holding his hands. My eyes widen as his dart to my mouth, and I take a deep breath as he kisses me again. This kiss is light and strained, as if Klavier is holding back, and I'm tempted to lean into him and just-
BEEP BEEP BEEP.
We both jump and spring apart as the oven beeps at us, signaling that it's heated up. A blush spreads across my face and neck, and I slide a hand across the cool counter before rubbing the back of my neck with it sheepishly.
"Ah, these should take about... twenty minutes? Ja?"
"Sí, eso suena bastante bien." I look up and grin at Klavier, while he stares at me in confusion. "That sounds about right."
He shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts, and then gapes at me. "You speak Spanish?"
"Yeah, I learned it in high school..."
"Is that what it's like when I speak German?"
"Yes."
"That was extremely attractive."
"Th- wait, what?!" My eyes widen again and it's my turn to stare at Klavier again. He grins mischievously, and I stutter again. "W-what? How? Why would you say th-"
"Shh. You are being too cute, I can't resist for much longer."
"Resist what?!" My cheeks are flaming and my voice hitches in my throat upon hearing this.
The prosecutor smiles slyly, and walks around the counter before grabbing my chin and forcing my eyes to meet his gently. "This." The word is barely a breath as he leans forward and hungrily devours my lips in a kiss. I don't think he's even hungry for dinner! Stupid attractive-
Ohhh, I like this.
He cups a hand around the back of my neck while his arm presses into the small of my back, and I make a small noise in the back of my throat. Without thinking, my own hands wrap around his shoulders before I lean away, gasping for breath.
"How long...?" Klavier's eyes dart to the timer on the stove, and he smirks.
"The enchiladas are almost done." How is that possible??
"Uh, I'll get them." I slide away from the prosecutor, my hand brushing his side, and walk shakily into the kitchen. The timer only has ten seconds left, and I press cancel before it can go off.