The First

His heart skipped a beat.

The first time, it felt like an entirely new experience to the Reinherz. It was something he could only read in books, but did not have the fortunate fate of experiencing in his early years. If asked, the red head would immediately state that it was not love, but admiration. Lying to himself as he knew the difference.

Anyways, the reason why he had felt this small ache, was that he had been observing the photographer sitting on the couch. It wasn't like a hunter watching its prey before attacking, but more like fascination on what Leonardo would do next. At first it were the small things that the brunet had done or spoke that had interested Klaus' mind. But as time progresses, everything the young adult had done would catch his attention.

Today was no different. Silently, his eyes would glance over to Leo for a quick second before returning back to either the files he was looking at, the plants he tended to, or the game he was in the middle of. It was a miracle that the young adult hadn't caught on yet.

As the minutes ticked on with the brunet kept in the room, he slowly began to drift side to side. Eventually, the young adult gave in to the drowsiness, slumping down along the couch. Klaus had quickly noticed it, but thought nothing of it for the moment, returning back to the last few seconds of his game. Quickly, the Reinherz cornered his opponent with his pieces before executing checkmate. There was a short moment before the game announced his victory, raising his spirits somewhat.

Deciding it was a good time to stop, he exited the game and closed the computer. Pushing himself of his chair, the red head silently moved to where the brunet had fallen asleep. He watched as the photographer's chest would pull in air before slowly releasing it. Klaus continued to observe the sleeping adult as they moved everywhere.

From smooth cheeks to his hands where they overlapped each other. Focusing on the youth's hands, he mentally wished he could touch them. Just once. Shoving the thoughts away, he raised his head up to meet his butler's eyes. Gilbert didn't need to think hard for what his master had wanted, swiftly and quietly leaving the room in search for a blanket.

The Second

His heart skipped a beat.

"Pardon?" Klaus inquired, looking up to meet the brunet's gaze.

"I was just wondering… if you'd like to… I don't know, catch a movie... sometime?" Leo asked, making sure to look everywhere but the Reinherz's eyes. But even without eye-contact, he could still tell that his cheeks were bright red.

The red head softly allowed the paper's to fall from his fingers and took a moment to process the question. Is… Is he… asking me out on a date…? He thought to himself. Whichever way the photographer had put it, the young adult had just asked the man out. For that small minute, Klaus was thankful that the rest of Libra had left early today, leaving only the two of them alone.

And he wasn't alone with that thought. Leo was thinking the same. I mean, if he was going to refuse anyway, might as well pretend like it never happened. And if he did accept…

Klaus coughed to both clear his throat and hopefully control the blood that was rushing to his head, but he knew it was too late to try. Steam had poured out of his ears as his hands came together, his fingers clutching against the other hand.

"O-Of course. I'd be delighted to accompany you. But may I ask, when will it be?" The large man nervously answered, his voice straining only the tiniest bit.

"Oh, uhh, how about tomorrow after work?" Leo suggested as the Reinherz responded with a firm nod.

"Mmm. Tomorrow it is." He approved.

"Great! I-I'll see you then!" The photographer jumped somewhat as he raced towards the elevator, his emotions expressed through his walk. It was somewhat robotic, meaning he was nervous, yet the smile on his face shows that he's excited.

After entering the lift, the doors closed. Klaus gave a small sigh of relief and slump back into his chair, taking the moment to rest. Who would've thought that a man who has sealed away dozens of Blood Breeds without even breaking a sweat, would fall short to a small invite?

Unknowingly, Leo was experiencing the same thing. After the doors had closed, he had immediately slumped his back to a wall before sliding down it. His rear making harsh contact with the floor, but it wasn't important for the moment. Leo sat there, staring up and wondering what in the world had he gotten himself into.