Taking Her Home

Lili Annette Firecroft

One day Ema Skye wakes up with a hangover from hell, nowhere else but in Klavier Gavin's bed, without any clothes on! Even worse, she remembers it was all her fault on why they ended up here in the first place. Worst, Mrs. Gavin and his grandmother suddenly walked in on both of them in their compromising situation, creating the biggest misunderstanding of the year.

PREFACE

It has been years since my last update of my last story, "I Think I Wanna Marry You", and I apologise immensely for that. The copy of my draft for the final chapter is not with me right now, and I have already done 60% of it all. But don't fret dear followers, for I have always completed all the Phoenix Wright fanfictions, even if they take months to years for me to do so because of my education. Once I get my file back I shall resume working on the final chapter. In the meantime, this will be my first Klavier x Ema fanfiction in mature ratings. I haven't played the latest Phoenix Wright games yet so I hope the characters are not extremely outdated. I have done the best research I could do on their current situations, now with Ema being a 28-year old forensic scientist, and Klavier being a successful 27-year old presecutor. I have decided to make them work together once again now that she has achieved her dream job instead of developing her complicated work relationship with Prosecutor Sahdmadhi.

PS No offense meant for those who have done plastic surgery or received it, especially reconstructive. You are a vital part of your patients' lives. Thank you for your hard work!

Thank you for your continued support, and I hope you'd leave a review. Cheers to the new year!

-L

Rated M for language and adult situations. Standard Disclaimer Applies.

Chapter 1

-LAPD Main Offices, Forensics Department-

January 24, 3:24 PM

"Hide me!" Prosecutor Klavier Gavin frantically slipped his tall sinewy body under Ema Skye's desk, making a poor effort of concealing himself from an unknown threat.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?! Don't hide here!" She bickered, threatening to kick him if he did not remove himself from the small space, his pretty blonde head awkwardly almost touching her lap.

"KLAVIEEE!" Ema thought she heard a shrill masculine voice calling out his name, but it belonged to a grotesquely botox-altered woman with presumingly two tons of makeup on, sporting vibrantly ash blonde hair, holding a lovely Prada handbag containing a tiny brown chihuahua inside, and sporting four-inch stilettos.

"May I help you?" Ema gingerly placed both her hands on the table, folding her hands neatly on top of her documents.

"I'm looking for Klavier Gavin, my boyfriend. Get him for me will you?" She haughtily demanded.

"Oh... Well madam," she glanced at Klavier's desperate pleading expression before returning her gaze to the woman. Ema grinned, earning herself a look of panic from him.

"He stepped out for a meeting with the state litigators two cities away. He won't return until next week, I'm afraid." She gave her most professional smile.

"Tell him I'll be waiting at our art gallery with our marriage papers! You better do what I say or I'll have your ass fired!" She pointed a rude finger at Ema.

After the woman cantered away a safe distance, Ema groaned sarcastically, "You can come out now, Klavie."

"Mein Gott, I owe you Fraulein Skye." He muttered a few German curses in a disgusted shudder.

"You've been breaking too many hearts. That should have whipped you into shape. I almost pity you." She tore open a new pack of snackoos.

"You're too kind." He smirked mockingly back and dipped his hand in her pack of snackoos earning himself a swat on the wrist.

"You owe me now." She smirked mockingly.

"You're right, I do. But you do realise that there is actually my side to this story, and-"

"I HEARD MY KLAVIE! WHERE IS HE!?" Ema shoved him back under her desk as soon as she heard the woman's thundering voice. She messed up his hair in the process but he couldn't care less now his bachelorhood was at stake.

"Please calm down, like I said he isn't around." She said flatly. Klavier wished she would just give up on him. She was the 12th marriage candidate from hell his mother pushed onto him. With Kristoph behind bars, she was desperate to have her last son married off so she can have a grandchild to dote on. As to the sudden persistence of his mother to see him leg-shackled, he had no inkling why.

"Remember I can have you fired, intern. You'd better not be lying bitch." The woman spoke with venom. Ema couldn't take her insults any longer, and she suddenly stood up, hitting Klavier's lovely patrician nose. He tried to suppress his groan of pain.

"No, you listen, bitch! For your information, I am NOT an intern. I am a forensic scientist! I can call security to have your disrespectful surgically-modified ass dragged out of here anytime I can. So before I do that, you better cleanup your act!" She caused an outburst, which caught the attention of the rest of the deskworkers in the office. Klavier was nursing his poor immaculate nose, but he had to admit Ema totally won this round. He grinned to himself. He had the most shockingly brilliant idea ever.

Ema glanced at him below and saw that grin. She knew that particular rockstar grin of his.

It was bad news.

Klavier Gavin exited from his cover and wrapped his powerful sinewy arms around Ema Skye's slender legs and pulled her back onto her plush office chair.

"What the!" Ema and the woman said in unison as his pretty blonde head came into view, and his arms strayed upper to wrap themselves around Ema's waist. He was practically kneeling, holding her seated body against his own.

"Please don't be rude to Fraulein Skye. Although her ire turns me on, I don't wish for her blood pressure to soar too often." He pulled Ema closer. "What the hell are you doing, Gavin?" She grumbled. "Hush now my sweet." He chastised her.

"My sweet?! What is the meaning of this Klavie?!" The woman shrieked.

"It means what it means. She's my lover. We intend to be married soon." He drawled on as Ema's mouth went agape.

"No! We are to be married!" She protested.

"Nein. I never consented to it. You see, I cannot. I am madly in love with Fraulein Skye." He pulled her back into his embrace when he noticed her tense away.

"You're obviously bluffing." She challenged.

"Would you like me to prove it Miss Flory?" He focused his baby blue gaze on Ema's teal eyes which had a dangerous don't-you-fucking-dare look.

"You are obviously lying!" She sang.

And with that provocation, Klavier Gavin slightly tilted Ema Skye's neck with one hand, pressed her body close to his with the other, and placed his soft lips upon hers.

Holy crap. Klavier Gavin was kissing her. Ema Skye. She couldn't even remember if she had her first kiss. She can't remember if she had any kisses similar to this. No. She probably didn't. It was definitely no ordinary kiss. His lips were unrelenting and at the moment she gasped in shock, he took his cue to invade her mouth deeper with his own tongue, sending her common sense out the window causing her to become more pliant in his unyielding, firm arms.

She could feel his warmth, the power in his hard body against hers, the stirrings his vibrating purr created in her belly as he slanted his lips, exploring her mouth more. Was this her cue to breathe? Could she even remember how to breathe? She had no idea how she was responding, but the more he delved into her, the more she found courage to meet his kiss with equal fervor. Reluctantly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and slipped her fingers into his blonde locks. This elicited a groan from him and she slightly pulled his hair in reaction to him pulling her body closer, her belly meeting the hardness of his evident desire.

Ema woke from her trance when he abruptly tore himself away and smoothed back his hair. Apparently Flory had already stormed out of the building and the entire office, including Ema's detective colleagues were already cheering from their extravagant display of affection.

"YOU OWE ME BIG TIME!" Ema unleashed her anger as soon as they were alone in a conference room. Supposedly she had mellowed down her grumpy moody temper and achieved some kind of self-actualisation after landing her dream job and after working with Prosecutor Sahdmadhi for a year. But now she has returned to working in LA, working with the man she begrudged and loathed her entire detective career, it seems she found the need to be checked for hypertension after all.

Hopefully 28-year old women didn't have heart attacks too often.

"I had no other choice. It was the quickest, surest way to be rid of her." Klavier crossed his arms, holding his own ground.

"Then you better explain to the staff that we aren't engaged to be married! This instant!"

"Is there someone you like right now?" He smirked.

"NO!" She shrieked.

"Of course, of course. Married to your job as usual." He smiled tenderly, knowing the struggle she underwent to finally achieve her dream. "Listen, why don't you take me as a lover?"

"Have you lost your mind?" She almost laughed.

"I mean it. Fraulein, my mother has been persistent in seeing me married. That earlier was one fine example of the nightmares I keep having lately. Won't you consider helping me? Before you say no, I plan to make it definitely worth your while."

"...what's in it for me?" She gave him a suspicious look.

"Anything your heart desires. Except I can't bring people back from the dead, I can't kill people, and I can't make people fall in love." He fluttered his eyes at her charmingly.

"Ha-ha, very funny." She rolled her eyes. "No."

"I'm begging you." His eyes turned serious. Ema sharply inhaled.

"Is there a reason why you're really pushing this?" She sighed. She was getting tired of arguing. Why oh why did she return to the LA Precinct? He was tired of arguing too. Her own sigh made him sigh as well.

"You're right. My problems have absolutely nothing to do with you. Verzeihung." He murmured his apologies. Ema admitted, he did look so sorry. No matter how much he annoyed her, she couldn't leave anyone out in the cold- a common trait with her sister.

"Let's talk it over a drink. You owe me anyway." She took off her white labcoat and walked back to her desk. Klavier smiled hopefully and followed her like a puppy.

-Villains' Lair, LA, CA-

January 24, 8:00 PM

"Whuuuuat, so your mother has been pushing women in front of you, to marry?" Ema was barely awake and she has been giggling, obviously tipsy from her second glass of dry martini.

"Yes. I have no idea why, but I have a bad feeling about it." He avoided talking about his family in general, especially since the last incident with his brother.

"And of all women, you pick a neeeerd like me?" She downed a shot of tequila.

"Fraulein, you should take it easy, you don't look so well."

"Oh no don't worry, I don't get sick from alcohol, easily. See? I can still stand!" She got onto her feet but after a few steps her knees failed her and Klavier caught her by reflex. He hauled her up like a bagpack, settled their bill and decided to take her home.

"I've always been no good. Even after becoming the forensic scientist I always wanted to be, I still screwed up at work." Ema began to cry. "I feel as if anything I do, nothing goes right anyway. Why am I still trying?"

"You're not doing bad, Fraulein." Klavier made an attempt to quell her drunken tears.

"I don't know. I'm 28 years old, and my friends have their children in elementary school, while I've never had sex. Never." She hiccuped.

"Wait, what?!" He dropped her onto his leather car seat.

"I'm not kidding! My ex, that bastard- he called me frigid. I never got why. I mean, I'm not a bad kisser, am I?" She sobbed.

"Definitely not." He chuckled, recalling that heated memory. He snapped her seatbelt secure, and took care of his own seatbelt. They continued that drive with Ema crying and whining.

"I mean, Prosecutor Gavin, your honor. Whyyyy doesn't anyone want me? I tried makeup, I tried to be more feminine, but they still left me. Maybe I should have my butt implanted too like that Flora girl." She whined. Strangely this didn't annoy him. They were at her apartment door.

"No, your tush looks desirable enough, there is no need to change a single thing about you." He reassured her, trying to find a spare key under the flower pots outside.

"I left my keys at the office. Hee hee." She giggled. "I normally keep a spare, but someone stole it." His expression hardened. That was nothing to laugh about.

"How long has this spare been missing?" He wouldn't be surprised if Ema had an 'ardent admirer'. She had no idea how beautiful she actually looks, how her long brown hair cascades frames a heart-shaped face, how her intelligent teal eyes shine when she wraps up an investigation, how the dimples on her cheek show when she smiles, and how her body naturally sways as she walks on her office heels. God, the sound of those heels. He asks her to get him a cup of coffee for him every day just so he can hear those seductive sounds drawing to his direction.

"Two days ago. But I've been in the process of changing my locks." She answered candidly.

"I can't let you stay here alone tonight. It's too dangerous. Plus, you're wasted." He shook his head.

"We're going to your place?" She laughed. "Wow, I get to chill at Casa Gavin again, and this time I don't have paperwork to discuss with you!"

"I'll have those locks of yours changed by tomorrow morning. Until then, you're safer with me." He tried to convince himself so and drove both of them back to his place.

-Klavier Gavin's Penthouse, Gatecastle Tower-

January 24, 1:00 AM

"Mmm... You glimmerous fop." She held him tight by the waist from behind. Klavier jolted at the sensation of her heated body.

"Let's put you to bed." He pretended not to hear her unusual insult and removed her hands from his person.

"Ahaha. Bed indeed." She wrapped herself around him like a vise. "I'm no good at that, but I bet you are. I would like a demonstration." He hoisted her into his arms once more and settled her into his king-sized bed.

"Tempting, but I would pass on that. You hate me, remember?" He couldn't resist but tease her.

"Yes. I really do." She slid her hands downward from his abdomen eliciting an instantaneous reaction from him. Before he had time to jerk away, she pushed him into the sheets as well and kissed him.

This was too dangerous. He had never planned contact with their lips again. Once earlier was extremely potent enough, if not for the public he would have taken her there. But now, they were undeniably alone in his room, on his bed. He would never think of taking advantage of her inebriated vulnerability, but the feel of her breasts on his chest and the warmth between her legs he felt seeping from her thin trousers was making him think of sinful imaginings he was more than determined to make reality tonight.

"Please. Don't you want me?" She was wiping the tears away from her eyes. His heart hurt seeing her so messed up.

"Not like this mein liebe. You deserve so much more."

"If you don't want me, could you at least stay with me?" She was close to begging. He felt the urge to hold her protectively. He won't do anything dishonorable. He promised himself. He nodded.

She had to change out of those uncomfortable work clothes, but he had figured that would have been the least of his worries that night.

"Fuck. My head." Ema groaned upon waking up, feeling the worst hangover in her life. The spring sun was beating on her forehead. She needed to find some coffee and ibuprofen, and yes she definitely needed some meat.

"Gut morgen Fraulein Skye." Ema was greeted with the most mortifying but honestly hottest view of her entire life. She dared not imagine it, but she was on top of her colleague's tan, muscular, sinfully masculine body, naked as the day he was born, just as she discovered she was.

"OH MY GOD!" She gasped in horror. "WH-WH-What happened?! Why? Oh my God, you... You..." She sat up, forgetting her state of undress, recalling the past night. She was dead drunk. She asked him to stay. She was the one to kept crying and stripped them both of their own clothing and heavens only know what else.

"From the alarmed look on your lovely face, I can see you've recovered a few of your memories last night." He smirked, sitting up as well. God, he was beautiful. A living, breathing work of art, perfectly sculpted and unfairly showered with careful attention to lead all humans to sin. As she looked closer, she noticed a few bite marks and bruises on his neck, shoulder, and who knows where else. She wanted to dig a deep hole and hide in it forever, with an adequate supply of snackoos.

"I know you're famished, so I'll see what we can make breakfast with." He slipped out of bed and turned away before he felt the urge for another tumble, seeing Ema blush pink all over. He wore some fresh clothes and smoothed out his hair, tying it into a knot. She was adorable, and certainly wild last night. He couldn't stop her, and he wasn't sure he wanted her to stop either. She looked at him get up and walk as if nothing happened, while she was mortified to tears still on his bed.

The moment Klavier opened his bedroom door leading to a vast living room with a high ceiling, he saw two women waiting for him there- his mother, Helene, and his grandmother, Greta.

"Gut morgen, Klav!" His mother ran to him and kissed his cheeks, excited to see her son after several months without contact.

"Mama?! Oma! What are you both doing here?" It was as if he was particularly unlucky this morning.

"Is she your lady love? Oh my son is getting married! I can finally rest easy!" His mother wiped a tear from her eye as soon as she spotted Ema peeking from the door of his room.

"This calls for a celebration. Come here little lady, let Oma see you." His lovely, blue-eyed, gray-haired grandmother walked with her cane towards Ema. Ema cursed mentally that she couldn't find her own clothes strewn around in his room, and she had to borrow one of his shirts.

"Klav, mein liebes kind. She's beautiful." His grandmother was an exceptional judge of character. Ema smiled as kindly as she could trying to understand her situation. "I always hoped you could find a nice sweet girl to take home one day."

She whispered to Ema, "Between you and me dear, I'm glad he found you. His mother wanted to see her grandchild soon. Her lab test results weren't pretty after her last heart attack." Ema was shocked to hear this. She looked at Klavier talking animatedly with his mother, he probably didn't know.

"Oma, Mama, I'm sorry to tell you this. You must have misunderstood, but Fraulein Skye and I are-" he began.

"-Going to be wed later than we originally planned." She continued. He looked at her with a confused expression.

"Is it a problem with the venue, dear? I would love to help you arrange the event!" Helene took her hands.

"I would love that Mrs. Gavin, but I don't want you to stress yourself out." Ema gave her a genuine look of concern.

"It would be my great joy to become involved. Plus, with you and my son around, I'm sure I won't be stressed out as you say." Helene squeezed her hands then pulled her into a tight hug. "Oh, you have no idea how happy I am, both of you!"

Oh my God, what had she just done? Did she just get herself engaged to Klavier Gavin?

to be continued...