First Date

Part Three

I turn my head to face Klavier, and smile nervously. "Where are the oven mitts?"
"Third drawer down to the left of the sink." He seems much more relaxed, and is leaning forward on the counter, head resting on the hand that is propped up by his elbow. He looks like he's posing.
"Like the view?" A smirk plays on his face, and I decide to be a little bold.
"Yes, thanks for asking." A grin stretches my mouth as Klavier blushes lightly before laughing in delight.
"I knew you could flirt!" He gasps in between giggles, and I flush.
"How do you manage to make me blush every five seconds?" I mutter under my breath, and turn away from him, finally grabbing the oven mitts and sliding the enchiladas onto the stove top. I hear Klavier start walking towards me, and turn just as he wraps his arms around my shoulders.
"You aren't very subtle." I smirk at him, and hook my fingers into the loops on his pants, noting the shiver that runs through him as I do. "Give the enchiladas a few minutes to cool off, okay?" He grins, and leans down to nuzzle my neck, grinning.
"That's fine, I have plenty to do until then..." His voice trails off, and he presses gentle kisses across my neck and jaw, making me shudder with goosebumps.
"H-hey! That's-" He cups the back of my neck, and I lean back a little, pressing into the oven. "Ouch!" I try to step forward as the pan touches the back of my vest, and squirm until Klavier steps back, which thankfully only takes a second.
"What happened?" I look at him, and see concern replace the confusion in his eyes.
"I accidentally leaned against the enchilada pan..." I smile a little, realizing my clumsiness, and the prosecutor sighs, smiling back wryly.
"Herr Forehead, you truly are a klutz." Hey, only I can insult myself! Even in playfulness!
"O-objection! I am not!" I glare at him, though not in all seriousness, and he just laughs.
"Whatever you say, Herr Forehead." I turn away from him, muttering, and test the air above the enchiladas with my hand, waving it a little.
"Alright, we should be able to eat them now. How many do you want?" I grab a spatula as Klavier sets two plates next to me, and glance back at him.
"Let's see, we made five, so let's have two each and then see who's still hungry, ja?" He grins, and I dish out two enchiladas each, carefully setting them onto the plates.
"Alright, here you go." I smile nervously, hoping they've come out all right. It'd be embarrassing if they were gross...
Klavier sits in the middle of the table, and I follow suit, sitting across from him. I can't help but hold my breath when the prosecutor takes his first bite, and I sigh in relief when he likes it.
"So... they're good?" Klavier continues chewing, and swallows slowly before answering.
"I think... I have never eaten enchiladas this good." He smiles at me, and there's a look in his eyes that I can't place. I finally take a bite of mine too, and am glad that the prosecutor want lying when he said they were good.
We don't talk much during the rest of the meal, seeing as we're too busy devouring everything on our plates; as we finish, we both eye the last enchilada until Klavier gets up and takes it. I almost despair at this, but when he comes back to the table he sets the food in the middle, and motions for me to eat it.
"Wait, aren't you...?"
"We can share it." He gives me a sly look, and I realize that he probably planned this. Oh well. Just eat. I take my time eating, and Klavier matches my pace, taking time to make conversation in between bites.
"So, what would you like to do after this?" I choke a little, then take my time answering.
"Well... I don't know. Did you have something in mind?" The enchilada has any three bites left, and I wonder who'll get the last bite.
"Well, I would like to learn some Spanish from you." Last bite. Klavier stands it with his fork and holds it up, before holding it out to me.
"Uhh..."
"Would you like the last bite?" The prosecutor puts on a shit-eating grin, and I grimace. He wants me to eat off of his fork? Are you kidding me?
"I swear you planned this." The sentence pops out unexpectedly, and Klavier laughs.
"Would you like to have the last bite or not?" I reach forward, and try to take the fork from him, but he moves away, teasing me.
"What's the fun in that, Herr Forehead? Just play along. Please?" I start to protest, but he gives me a puppy dog look, pouting.
"Never again. I will walk out next time." I glare at him half-heartedly, and he grins like a child at a candy store. Klavier gets a point. We are behind by ten million points now.
"Ugh, do I really have to?" The prosecutor starts laughing a little.
"You look so demoralized. It's just food, Herr Forehead, there's no need to be embarrassed." I glare at him, knowing full well it won't have any effect and lean forward to take the bite.
Click.
I sputter as a flash blinds me, looking at Klavier, and see him holding his phone out with a grin plastered on his face.
"I'm sorry, it was irresistible!" He laughs, not unkindly, and I sigh in defeat.
"I really can't win here." I finally take the bite, which is now cold but still delicious, and put my head in my hand. Klavier gives me a gentle look, and sets his phone in his lap.
"I'll delete it if you'd like."
"I'm willing to bet you have it saved to Google."
"You'd win the bet."
"Figures." I smirk half heartedly, and realize that the look is back. Oh God, he's gonna kiss me again. I need water.
"Uh, I'm kind of thirsty, I'm getting water." I make my escape, and Klavier saunters off, saying something about music and his guitar. I quickly rinse out my mouth, not willing to have the prosecutor get all physical again with food lingering on my face. After a minute or so, Klavier finally comes back, guitar in hand, and I sputter.
"What do you have that out for?!" He smiles, and motions for me to follow him into the living room; I slowly trace his steps, leaving my cup behind, and groan when I see what he's done.