Getting the groove back

So, after finding…NEW MUSIC, my inspiration has returned (for now).

Yes, I know some of you know what I was previously going to write for this chapter—but I changed my idea.

Thank you to all my reviewers and readers—I’ve got over THREE HUNDRED REVIEWS!

Inspired by: Candy Man—by Brown Eyed Girls

And Abracadabra—also by Brown Eyed Girls

It’s been a while since I wrote…this type of story.

Disclaimer: Gyakuten Saiban/Kenji © Capcom
Short and Sweet © MissYoui

Time: 11:34AM

Location: Penthouse.

It was on a grey morning that Ema Skye sat waiting patiently at a certain prosecutor’s bedside reading a fashion magazine of all things.

She heard a groan and looked up from the celebrity page she had been on. “Sleep well?” she asked, flicking to the next page of the magazine.

“Mmmm…morning, mein sunshine.”

What sunshine? It looks like it’s about to rain outside…

Ema flicked through the magazine absent-mindedly, ignoring the loving gaze coming from the prosecutor lying beside her.

“Oh, you shouldn’t try to move too much.” The detective said, finally putting the magazine down.

“Hm?”

“I’ll let you go after breakfast.”

Ema stood up from her seat, placing the magazine on the bedside table. “Don’t get too upset, glimmer-boy. A girl like me deserves a meal in peace after what you put me through last night.”

She smiled, placing a gentle kiss on the prosecutor’s forehead before leaving the bedroom with a triumphant smirk on her face.

…sucker.

Klavier sighed blissfully, chuckling softly at the morning.

His laughter stopped when something around his wrist caught, stopping him from moving.

It came to him in an instant.

…I’ve been handcuffed.

When it came to moving his other hand, the same thing happened—the same sensation of something hard and cold digging into his wrist.

Flicking off the blankets, there were indeed, two shiny rings around his wrists, connected to a long chain unlike his necklace and belt. He was effectively fixed to the bed—the classic handcuff strategy.

The very idea he’d planned on using the night before—only that it had backfired.

He groaned, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

I should have known…it’s fräulein Skye, after all.

It was a while until Ema finished her breakfast—she made sure to eat slowly and savour the feeling of not being cuddled, kissed or groped.

Fop can’t even keep his hands to himself… Ema thought, rolling her eyes exasperatedly.

When the final dish was washed thoroughly and placed back in its original place, Ema walked slowly back to the master bedroom, dangling a little key from her hand.

The door opened to reveal Klavier sitting on the side of the bed—completely handcuff free.

“Really, a simple no would have done it.” He smirked, gingerly rubbing his wrists.

“H-how?!” Ema spluttered, dropping the key she had.

“You should know, fräulein—I’m a man prepared for any situation.”

Any situation, huh.

“And, fräulein?”

“What?”

“I believe I’ve got a little something of yours…”

Ema’s eyes widened—one of them even twitched. “I-I was looking for that when I woke up.” She growled, watching the prosecutor dangle her precious…item from a carefree finger.

“Well fräulein…come get it.”

Wow, that’s short. Anyone gonna guess what Klavier has that means so much to Ema?
There’s a clue—you can dangle it.