Ace Attorney, its characters and settings, belong to Capcom, and are being used here without permission.  This fic is rated NC-17 for sexual content.  Written by Croik, for Gefrierpunkt, Xmas 2007 <3

 

 

 

Backstage Booty

Oneshot

 

 

 

Ema didn't want the VIP pass to go to waste: that was the only reason she went.

 

She could see Klavier almost any time she wanted: at work, after work, at his place or hers, in the very back of the courthouse records room…

 

She could hear his music any time she wanted, too.  Klavier had given her just about every CD and DVD he and his band had ever made.  At any given time in the day, at least one of the city's radio stations was playing one of his songs.  She heard it shopping, she heard it from various computer speakers around the station, she heard it in her head when she tried to sleep at night.  She could even hear it in person if she wanted--Klavier was always willing to oblige her with his voice.

 

So there really was no unique reason Ema had for braving one of Klavier concerts.  They were always loud and obnoxious and full of squealing teenagers.  She didn't like being reminded that half the women in the city might kill to be in her shoes now, being shown backstage with the Gavinner's most exclusive pass around her neck.  It was like she had won a prize, or simply gotten lucky, and was being granted some kind of great honor.

 

Which is really ridiculous, Ema thought dryly as she knocked on the door to Klavier's dressing room.  Because he's not that great of a boyfriend.

 

The door was quickly jerked open, and she was greeted with an even flashier Klavier than usual.  He was dressed in shimmering stage clothes made mostly of black leather straps and light-reflecting rhinestones.  "Ema!"  He grinned ear to ear and snatched her hand, pulling her inside.  "You made it just in time."

 

"In time?"  Ema allowed him to pull her inside, checking her watch.  "You said to be here before seven, and it's--"

 

He cut her off with a kiss.  Ema jumped, startled, and before she really knew what was happening Klavier had closed the door and backed her into it.  Though she was used to Klavier's boyish enthusiasm when it came to anything physical, his mouth felt especially heavy.  His hard, voracious kiss made her knees suddenly feel a little weak, until she regained her senses enough to pound at his chest.

 

"H-Hey!" she protested once he'd freed her lips.  "What are you doing?  This is--"

 

"What?"  Klavier laughed brightly.  "There's no one else here."  He leaned just enough so that she could see the rest of the room, but not enough to give her a chance to escape.  His hands, which were usually so romantically gentle, rubbed excitedly up and down her sides and waist.  They felt uncommonly warm, even through her blouse.

 

"Are you all right?"  Ema squirmed a little, feeling her stomach flutter with the hungry look he was fixing on her.  She nudged at his hands even though she didn't want him to stop.  "You seem a little…hyped up."

 

"I'm about to go on," Klavier replied, as if that were explanation enough.  One of his hands diverted long enough to twist the lock on the door knob--the sound of that little click made Ema's heart beat a bit faster.  "I'm glad you made it.  I thought you might not get here before I had to meet up with the rest of the band."

 

Ema eyed him warily, and suddenly it occurred to her, making her blush.  She growled in exasperation.  "You called me down here for sex!"

 

Klavier's face twinkled with mischief.  "You say that like it's a bad thing."

 

Ema glared, and started to protest, but then he kissed her again.  As much as she hated to admit it, she had no defense against those talented, clever lips.  When he tilted his head and gave her tongue that little nibble he liked so much, it made her tingle all over.  And it was a good thing, too--if not for the stupid amount of chemistry their bodies seemed to share, she never would have bothered with him to begin with!

 

So Ema was fond of telling herself.

 

"Remember that day in the courthouse last week?" Klavier asked in a husky murmur.  He kissed her cheek and neck, pressing his long body anxiously into hers.  There was clearly only one thing on his mind, and it was all too easy to get caught up in his fierce mood.  "You said I turned you on so much, you couldn't wait long enough to get to my condo, and--"

 

"I didn't say that," Ema quickly retorted.  Her hands were already pressed to his chest, and with all the ridiculous holes in his outfit she was able to feel the occasional patch of warm skin when he moved.  "I was just…a little worked up that day.  Unrelated to you."

 

"Oh really?"  Klavier slid his hand up to cup one of her breasts, giving it a playful squeeze.  "Completely unrelated?"

 

Ema gasped softly, and made a tiny noise of complaint as she struggled not to give in to him.  The slow caress of his broad hand, not to mention his lips at her ear, made it very difficult.  "Completely unrelated," she insisted breathlessly.

 

Klavier chuckled, the sound of which putting more butterflies in Ema's stomach.  "Even better."  His voice rumbled out of his chest like a bass line.  "That means you totally owe me, ja?"

 

"Owe you!?"  Ema didn't like the sound of that, and she gave his twisted hair a sharp tug to let him know.  "I don't owe you anything, least of all a quickie before your silly concert!"

 

Klavier laughed again, and even leaned back a little.  He smirked at her, falling still except for the subtle, teasing caress of his thumb against her nipple.  "We can wait until after," he offered smugly.

 

Ema squirmed.  It really wasn't fair, the things that smile of his could do to her.  Through the speaker over their head the cheers of the crowd above them could be heard.  Their blurred, indistinct chants swirled in Ema's imagination, making her feel almost as if…they were cheering for her.

 

With a scowl Ema tugged at Klavier's hair, pulling him back to her mouth.  She matched his kiss in strength and felt somewhat vindicated when he shivered against her.

 

"Not because I owe you," she told him firmly.  "I just don't want you going on stage horny."

 

Klavier chuckled, like she hoped he would, and kissed her again.  "Whatever you say, Fräulein."

 

Now that their obligatory sparring match was over, Ema wrapped her arms without further embarrassment around Klavier's neck.  They kissed each other hungrily as they leaned into the door at Ema's back, rubbing together like clumsy teenagers.

 

I'm glad I wore a skirt tonight, Ema thought with a wry smile as Klavier undid the buttons on her blouse.  She arched her back in encouragement, hoping he wasn't in too much of a hurry to engage in a little foreplay.

 

Klavier always surpassed her expectations when it counted most: he lowered himself slightly to get his arms firmly around her hips, and when he straightened lifted her clear off her feet.  Ema gasped and wrapped her legs instinctively around him to keep from losing her balance and taking them both down.  She started to protest yet again, but was silenced by Klavier's tongue sliding up the side of her breast.  With a shiver and a tiny murmur Ema sank her fingers into his soft blonde hair.  "Klavier…"

 

Klavier nuzzled her cleavage with his nose.  "Mmm, soft."

 

Ema chuckled weakly.  Her sentiments were about the opposite; squeezed tightly between her thighs were the hard muscles of his abdomen, and as much as it heated her blood to be twisted around him she was suddenly wishing she was a bit lower on his body.  "You're sure…no one will come looking for you?" she gasped.  When he nudged her with his chin she tugged one side of her bra down, exposing her full breast--which Klavier was all too happy to smother in wet kisses.

 

"No one will come," Klavier assured.  He gave her nipple a lick that sent shivers down to her toes.  "Just you."

 

Ema gave him a squeeze with her thighs.  "We'll see about that."

 

Klavier let her down, and as soon as Ema's boots were on the floor she hiked her skirt up.  "God, I feel like a stupid groupie," she scoffed as she slipped her panties down.  Getting them past her boots was a bit tricky, but by then the excitement was overwhelming.  I can't believe I'm doing this.  We're practically in public…!

 

Klavier laughed as he fished a condom out of his pants before pushing them down as well--he had been prepared.  It was a little late to call him on his overconfidence, though.  "We've been sleeping together for over a month now," he reminded her as he slid the latex on.  "When are you gonna get it through your head that you're more to me than that?"

 

Ema blushed.  He always managed to surprise her like that…  "Well, you…I…."  She yanked on his shirt.  "Come on already."

 

Klavier grinned as he leaned in for a kiss.  "Are you sure?" he asked, rubbing his hands up and down along the insides of her thighs.  She might have murdered him if not for her limbs suddenly turning to jelly.  "I know how much you love foreplay…"

 

"I'm not going to beg," Ema retorted, though she was still pulling on him.  She bent one knee and braced her boot against the door behind her, ready and hopeful and hating him for it.  "Come on already!"

 

Klavier's hands moved to her hips, and Ema gave a hop off the ground to help him lift her.  With her back pressed hard to the door and her legs around his waist, he finally slid into her.  Ema moaned with relief as much as pleasure.  As annoying as Klavier could often be, there was much to be said about having a regular lover who was always willing to satisfy.

 

Klavier had no trouble supporting her weight, and with a low hum of his own he began to move.  Despite how desperate he had seemed for this moment, the rhythm of his hips was as steady as ever.  Ema breathed hard against his temple as she clutched him with her arms and legs, feeling a strange kind of delight in being fully supported by his strength.  Just a slight angling of her hips made the angle perfect, and she muffled low moans against his hair as he thrust firmly against her trembling body.

 

Vaguely, she could hear the crowd again.  The warm-up band had started to play, and through the old speakers nothing rang more clearly into the dressing room than the pounding bass line.  Ema couldn't help but grin as she felt Klavier speed his own pace to match it.  "You're a real artist, you know that?" she panted, digging her fingers into his shoulders.  Not that she could complain--the faster rhythm only made her feel tighter, and more anxious, around him.  "You always gotta…"  She whimpered as her body gave a shudder, drawing close to release.  "…make love on the beat…"

 

"Do I…?"  Klavier turned his head slightly to better hear the music, and laughed.  "I can't help it."

 

"I know…"  Ema closed her eyes and smiled against his cheek.  "I like it."

 

Klavier's hands clenched against Ema's hips, and a few more sturdy thrusts abruptly put Ema over the edge.  She cried out weakly against him as she clung to his shoulders, quivering through the heated waves of climax.  Klavier didn't hold out any longer himself; he leaned heavily into her body, gasping and tense, until they were both entirely spent.

 

"Ema…"  Klavier gave her a slow kiss, which she returned with feeling, and finally lowered her feet to the ground once more.  She wobbled a bit at first, but like always he steadied her.  "Are you staying for the show?" he asked abruptly, his voice teasing.

 

Ema rolled her eyes.  "Mood-killer," she muttered.  She straightened her skirt down.  "I don't know.  It looks like my work here is done, huh?"

 

"Aw, don't be like that."  Klavier kissed her again, and the sweetness of his lips made up for his bluntness.  A little.  "I'll be singing for you tonight."

 

"You mean, you don't usually?"  Ema smirked, easing his back enough so that she could retrieve her underwear.  "You'd better get ready.  It'll be time soon."

 

Klavier chuckled some more as he grabbed a box of tissues off the table, which Ema gratefully accepted.  "I'll be looking for you," he insisted.  "You'll be out in front, right?"

 

"Maybe…"  Ema gave his cheek a quick kiss.  "Keep an eye out."

 

It was Klavier's turn to roll eyes, but he nodded, and went about a quick cleanup.  Once he was tucked safely back in his pants, and Ema was snug in her panties, he at last unlocked the dressing room door.  "If you don't stay for the show, at least stop by my place later.  I've got ice cream," he tempted.

 

"I'll think about it," Ema continued to tease.  She waved him on.  "Good luck with the band."

 

Klavier smirked, and shook his head.  "I must be rubbing off on you," he chuckled as he slipped out.

 

Ema smiled to herself, and took a few minutes to wander around the dressing room, just passing the time.  Satisfied that Klavier couldn't still be in the hall by then, she slipped out herself, and made her way up to the front row.

 

 

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