First Date

Part Four

"You've got to be kidding me. How did you do this in the space of a minute?!" The couch is in the middle of the floor, the lights are low, and there are rose petals everywhere.
"W-well, I... that doesn't matter. Come over here." He grins, patting the couch, and I pinch the bridge of my nose, wondering why the hell he would bother with all this. I can imagine him running around frantically with a bag of petals just dumping them everywhere. Haha.
Slowly, and I mean slowly, I make my way over the petals and next to Klavier.
"Why would you even bother with any of this?" I finally ask, with plenty of exasperation, the question that's been on my mind since he asked me out.
"Well... I like you. You're worth the effort, and it's fun making you blush."
"You did not just say something that cliche and then tease me in the same sentence." I stare at him, eyebrows raised in amusement, and he blushes again. Two for me.
"I might have..." He licks his lips in an attempt to be flirtatious, but I pretend to let it go over my head, dead panning instead of reacting like he thought I would.
"Well, this is awkward." He picks up his guitar while I snicker, and starts playing the counter melody to our song from before. I sigh, realizing he won't give up until I sing along.
"Alright, you win." I start humming quietly, following his lead, and I lose track of time until my phone rings.
"Shit! Hold on." I fumble for my phone, which is persistently paying on my ringtone, and finally manage to answer it.
"H-hello?"
"Where are you? It's past 10:30 and you said you'd be back at 9:30 so we could watch Steel Samurai reruns!" I grimace as Trucy yells at me, and then check the time.
"Jesus, I've been here for over two hours. I'm sorry, Trucy, i forgot the time."
"Well, what have you even been doing this whole time?"
"I, uh, I'm actually on a date."
Silence.
"Trucy?"
"You went on a date and didn't tell me?!" She screams at me through the phone, and I have to move my hand so Trucy doesn't burst my eardrum.
"I didn't tell you with good reason; you would've bothered me non-stop and I was already freaking out." I see Klavier grin lopsidedly out of the corner of my eye and groan internally. He'll never let that go.
"Well, who are you on a date with?" I can practically hear her excitement.
"Do I have to tell you?"
"Yes, you do."
"Fine. Do you remember that prosecutor? Klavier Gavin?"
"The hot German rock star that I've actually talked to repeatedly? And that I've met during the job a lot?"
"Yes."
"Oh my God." Trucy sounds shocked beyond reason, and I almost laugh.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE DATING HOT GERMAN ROCK STAR KLAVIER GAVIN, JEEZ APOLLO." Trucy squeals in my ear, and I cringe at her loudness, sure that Klavier can hear her despite the low volume of my phone.
"Jeez, Trucy, shout it to the world. Can you wait until I get back?"
"Yeah, of course! But you better give me details, and lots of them!" Trucy hangs up on me, and I groan, sitting back.
"I, I have to go. She'll flip if I'm not back in five minutes. Uh..."
"Trucy? She seems... excited. I mean, she always is, but normally she's not that excitable... Would you like a ride?" I turn to Klavier, cheeks flaming, and mutter that he doesn't have to before I remember I have to ride the bus.
"Nonsense, we'll take my bike!" He jumps up, guitar forgotten, and drags me to the door and downstairs to his garage. Inside lies a sleek purple motorcycle, looking freshly polished and never used.
"Klavier, are you sure that's a good idea?" I look around nervously.
"Of course, Herr Forehead. I have two helmets and everything." The prosecutor saunters up to his bike and opens the seat, pulling out two black helmets. He slips his on first, and I can't help but laugh a little when he turns to me.
"Alright, let's get this on." I pull the helmet over my hair, carefully situating it over the spiky parts, and strap it under my chin with some difficulty. Klavier gets onto the motorcycle with ease, and starts revving the engine a little. Show off.
I walk to the bike cautiously, and slide my leg over the seat until I'm sitting behind Klavier. I realize I probably have to put my hands on his waist, and hesitate.
"Shoulders, Herr Forehead. Unless you aren't that timid...?" He turns and grins at me, and I make up my mind in that moment. My arms wrap securely around his waist and my hands grab ahold of each other, making me press into the prosecutors back. He stiffens, surprised, but easily relaxes into me after.
"Holds on tight."
~five terrifying minutes later~
I stumble off the monster on shaking legs, and Klavier laughs.
"Never again. I swear, I will never do that again."
"Liar."
"Damn your mind reading abilities." I grin at the prosecutor, and we walk up the steps to the agency. "So, uh, I had fun." I look at him in my peripheral vision, and notice him smiling softly.
"So did I; the enchiladas were a great dinner choice." His smile widens a little, and he leans towards me, peering into my eyes. "And before dinner was nice too."
"Klavier!" I blush, breaking the eye contact and touching a hand to my mouth. Then, without thinking about it, I reach out and hug the prosecutor. My head brushes his chin as he jerks in surprise, but he hugs me back anyways, probably grinning like a maniac. I pull back a little, looking at him with heavily lidded eyes. He leans down and kisses my forehead gently, then he kisses the tip of my nose, then finally trails his mouth down to mine, being gentle and sweet, unlike earlier, when he was all fire and passion.
"Soo... are you guys done yet?"