I've kinda of had an obsession with the Klavier/Daryan pairing for a while now. Actually, not really sure if it's an obsession or a want to analyze the dynamic between the two. I think they are hot together, and they have alot of past issues that need to be settled. Enter Ema from Europe, and suddenly Klavier has a woman that doesn't actually swoon over him, which presents a challenge. Tell me, what man can resist a challenge, even if it is from a grumpy snakoo-eating detective! Suddenly Daryan is jealous, hence, where this story came from. I hope to have it done in five parts...we'll see how that goes! *Spoilers for Turnabout Serenade (4-3)* **Not beta-read, so any critism and comments are welcome.**

Glitter In The Air
Chapter 1
Love Games

"Hold me and Love me,
Just wanna touch you for a minute,
Maybe three seconds is enough
For my heart to quit it."
~Love Games~ Lady Gaga

The sun peeked through the space through the thick black curtains that Klavier kept in front of his windows to keep out screaming fan-girls, paparazzi and the sun on hungover mornings...and mornings like this; curled up with the beautiful Fraulein Detectiv. Her face was snuggled in his neck and she had one arm thrown across his tan chest, one long leg crooked around his. He couldn't think of any other time that he was this content, this peaceful.

"Mmm...stop staring at me, fop." She mumbled, sleepily.

"How did you know, meine liebling?" His voice seemed to rumble through his chest as she looked up at him through a mess of brown hair.

"I can just tell," He chuckled at her as he pushed the hair out of her face to look at her mysterious gray eyes. He moved his head forward to kiss her gently on the lips.

"Such beauty deserves to be stared at." He said softly as they parted.

"Well, you certainly know how to make a girl feel special." Ema rolled over and sat up, holding her head and moaning.

"Too much to drink, ja?" Klavier remarked as he lazily shifted onto his side and propped his head on his hand. He reached out with his other hand and ran it down her spine and reveled in her shivers and moans. "Where are you going, neither one of us has to be at work today?"

"I'm going to get some aspirin and water, if that's okay?" Ema turned to look at him for the first time that morning. She hated that she had let him sweet talk her into his bed (not that she remembers the sweet-talking in the first place). She fought him off for the longest time, the first and foremost reason being that he was her boss. She smiled at him and reached for the blanket that was at the end of the bed and wrapped it around herself.

Ema had overheard a co-worker once saying that working and playing in the same pool was never a good idea. She shook her head and chuckled to herself as she opened the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and located the aspirin. Boy, what would that co-worker have to say now, she thought. Another reason being that he was way too glittery for her taste. His chains always shone in the sun whenever they were on a crime scene and she would have to wear her glasses to not get blinded. And that damned dazzling smile. And those eyes, the color of the ocean in the morning, right before the sun rises. Not that she paid that close attention.

Ema groaned again and walked into the kitchen, grabbed a glass and started filling it from the sink.

"Good morning princess. I expect you slept well?"

Dropping the glass, Ema whipped around and found herself glaring at Daryan. He was leaning against the island with a bad boy smirk and his hair was down around his shoulders, not in its usual obnoxious pompadour.

"Dammit, Daryan." She frowned at him. "Why do you have to do that." She paused. "Why are you here? And why are you shirtless?" Ema felt her heart speed up a little. So, that's what shark-boy hides under that leather jacket.

"Heh," He smirked and gestured at the sheet that was wrapped tightly around her shapely figure. "I could ask the same. Why are you wrapped in a sheet?"

A look of horror came over her face as she tried to cover what was already covered, pulling the sheet tighter to herself. Daryan snorted.

"Ain't nothin' there I haven't seen."

"You still haven't answered my question! Why are you here?" She narrowed her eyes at him, choosing to ignore his rude comment.

"You don't remember anything, do you?" Daryan started walking around Ema, like a predator eying it's prey, lightly touching her shoulder, his hot breath tickling her ear. She turned her head slightly.

"What are you talk-"

"Is everything alright in here?" Klavier had stumbled his way into the kitchen, shirtless, but with gray plaid pajama pants. He ran his hand through his unkempt hair and chuckled at the two in the kitchen. "I see someone didn't get enough last night."

Several emotions crossed Ema's face as she turned suddenly and smacked Daryan in the face. He grabbed her hand and snarled. "Don't ever do that again." He threw her hand down and walked out of the room, intentionally bumping into Klavier.

"Are...are you okay?" Klavier stood behind Ema and ran his hands over her arms.

"Yeah, I guess..." She sighed as she rubbed her wrist. "What happened last night?" She asked without turning around.

Klavier closed his eyes tightly. 'Only the greatest sex I've ever had.' Was what he wanted to say. But Ema's question hurt him. If she couldn't remember, then it was all for naught.

"Klavier," Ema was now facing the blond and he opened his eyes when his name was called. "What really...happened?" She rested her forehead against his chest and felt his heart beating a little faster.

What they didn't know was that Daryan was leaning against the wall, out of site in the hall, listening to their every word. He could have told her that they had the best sex of their lives, but that would be admitting himself to Klavier, and he wasn't going to put himself out like that to that pretentious superstar. However, Klavier's next words completely took him by surprise.

"What do you remember, Fraulein?" His hands were playing thoughtfully with Ema's hair.

"I...remember...us..." She felt her cheeks get warm and was grateful that she wasn't facing Klavier. "I remember...leaving Sunshine Stadium in your tour-bus and having drinks with you and Daryan and the rest of your entourage..." Ema's memories of the next events were fuzzy. She paused to try to remember what had really happened.

"Ema..." The air was thick with tension; even Daryan could feel it standing out in the hall. Klavier gently took her chin and turned her face up to his. He frowned at her muddled expression. "What do you remember next?"

Her eyebrows knit together in confusion. "It's all blurred together. I-I can't...I can't focus on one event." She shook her head, hoping to clear it.

"Serves her right for not remembering!" Daryan's impatience won over him as he stepped back into the kitchen and grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. "As much as you had to drink last night, little girl, I'm surprised you remember anything."

"Daryan...what are you-" Klavier started but the dark-haired man brushed him off. Ema struggled under Daryan's hold.

"Are you sure there was an entourage? Are you sure it was just you and Klavier? Think hard little girl, because you might just be blanking out the best sex of your life, sweetheart." He gave her his signature smirk, then threw her off of him. "I'm outta here. I hope you two have a good life." Daryan started to walk out of the kitchen, then backtracked until he was facing Klavier. "Oh yeah, good luck trying to find a lead guitarist as good as I am, cuz they don't exist." He gave Klavier a playful pat on the face, then walked out.

"You're an asshole Daryan! You hear me!?" Ema screamed at him. Klavier grabbed Ema's arm, but she brushed him off.

"Don't you dare touch me, you glimmerous fop!" Ema suddenly burst into hysterics. "I thought I could finally love you and you pull this shit! I don't ever want to see you again!!" With that, she ran out of the room.