#vv x reader

Villes body sways as he stands in the doorway to the bedroom. He can see your messy hair and legs peeking out of the duvet. His breath comes out in heavy and ragged gasps. He can hear the blood rushing through your veins giving you life. Ville walks almost drunkenly to the side of the bed; falling to his knees gently he reaches a hand out to shake your shoulder. “Darling, wake up.” he pleads while gently shaking her. But after that proves to not do much he shakes her with more force in dire need for her to wake up. “God damn it! Babe, wake up!” He says his voice is still soft but his tone is a lot harsher.

 She groans, clearly not too happy with being woken up so abruptly. “What-” she barely gets the single word out before he cuts her off.  “Good Morning, I need to feed.” he says getting straight to the point. She breathes in and out and just stares at him blankly. “...what time is it?” She asks, sitting up in bed. She was wearing nothing more than a loose t-shirt that Ville was pretty sure belonged to him and a pair of underwear. 

Vile sights. “I don't know that right now darling. But I need to feed…please.”  He says getting desperate and annoyed simultaneously. Ville stands up from where he was crouched by the bed. He pulls off his hat and coat and toes of his converse and places them into a random pille in the corner of the bedroom. Ville then walks back to the bed where he left you contemplating his words. He sits in front of her for a moment to take in her breathtaking appearance before moving to her right side, his back sitting against the pillows. he throws his right arm around her shoulder to bring her closer to himself; he nuzzles into her neck. “Baby…may i feed.” he says his words as hypnotizing as his singing. She finally thinks it over for a moment of two. 

It was a peaceful moment of silence before she nodded her head. “Yeah, okay. Just not too much.” she says as Ville tips her head upwards to the ceiling and places a low kiss to her jaw before licking a direct line from where he had kissed to a pulsating vein. He gently pressed his lips to that spot feeling her heart beating and the blood flowing under the skin. “Kiitos rakas.” he whispers before his fangs penetrate the skin. Ville moaned as the sweet metallic taste coats the inside of his mouth and slides down the back of his throat as he sucks.

After he sucks on some of her blood he swirled his tongue around the wound almost like he was willing more blood to flow out. Villes mind had started to buzz and his body was getting surprisingly hot considering he was a vampire. He knows he has to pull away soon so he puts both of his large hands around her waist and squeezed to put his mind somewhere else. Villes hands slowly and intentionally move up her body but they come to a stop once they reach her chest. 

Ville pulled his fangs out of her neck and he squeezed her breast. “Fuck.” he moans out. Ville licks the remaining blood off of her neck. His breath was heavy once more. He could feel sweat beads falling down his neck and most importantly he could feel how tight his pants had become compared to just a few minutes ago. His cock was painfully hard and the friction from his boxers was almost something he was now considering a form of torture. 

“Shit.” he says, finally looking up at her. She was staring right at him. “What's wrong?” she asked. Her face was extremely flushed. It was clear that she was enjoying the moment just as much as him. Ville blinkes, he can feel his lashes fluttering against his cheeks. Hell he could feel everything 10 times more than a human but he could never nearly get enough of you. “Nothings wrong.” he says his voice sincere, He doesn't say anything for a few seconds, instead just looks into her lust-clouded eyes thinking of what to say. 

“Well, actually darling…” he paused for a moment, taking a deep breath in. “I've found myself rather aroused by you.” Ville profeced; and at the same time he shifted his body so his cock could grind into the side of her giving the smallest bit of relief. “Mhm.” she breathed out. She looks at him. “Well we can fix that.” she says with a smile pulling at her soft lips. 

“We could.” he says looking into her lust hungry eyes, she was so perfect. Ville looks to the clock on the desk a few feet in front of them. 2:52 Am. His eyes look back at her. One of his hands found itself tangled in her hair. He gives her hair a rather violent tug. “But i think i’d rather eat you.” he says as he sits up in the bed and crawls out from the side of her. 

Ville now sits at the foot of the bed, his body looming over her. “You really do look good enough to eat.” he says laughing to himself. Ville climbs onto her lap and pushes her down until she lays flat on her back. Once she’s laying down Villes hands glide over her clothed body until he gets to the hem of whatever shirt of his she was wearing. He grabs the hem of the shirt and slowly starts to pull it up her body, first her stomach was revealed, then her midsection and finally her chest. Ville finally removes her shirt. Her chest was heaving, almost looking like she’d just run a marathon. “Aren't you just perfect.” he says as he pulls off her underwear. 

She nods her head in agreement and to please ville; wanting to be as good as possible for both of their benefits. “Good my blood bag knows how perfect she is!” Ville praises as he rubs the sides of her thighs with his hands. “My perfect girl. With these perfect thighs; perfect blood.” he says as he leaned down and kissed her sternum, placing a few kisses and then nipping at the skin, he pulled back. “And you’ve got these pretty little things…” Ville groans in what seems to be in pure ecstasy as his pointer and thumb pinch the sensitive bud of her nipple. 

She gasps at the buzzing act. “God damn it Ville.” she whines, she hated all the damn teasing he’d put her through. Ville laughs “I know, I know, poor baby wants to be touched.” he says pulling apart her legs and looking at her cunt which was practically oozing with how wet she was. “Oh wow kulta, is this all for me?” Ville questioned. “Yes” she breathed out shakely. 

Ville smiled and got up off of her “good.” he says as he starts to unbutton his shirt. He pulled it off and let it drop cairesly onto the floor. Ville fumbles with his belt for a few seconds before uncliping it and pulling it out if the loops. He threw the belt to the ground and within an instant he was tugging off his pants. Now naked his cock rested hard against his thigh. Ville wraps his hand around it and strokes it relieving some of the built up pleasure. 

Ville groans as he forces himself to stop touching himself. Ville climbs into the bed once more; he opens her legs and lays in between them on his stomach. Ville kisses the side of her knees and up to her mid thigh. He pauses there for a few seconds before continuing. But this time instead of gentle kisses they are rough bites into the flesh of her thighs; they don't break the skin yet but they do leave a red ring of teeth marks that are for sure to bruise later. 

Ville finally gets up to the top of her thigh then he bites. “Fuck!” she cries out at the unexpected pain. Ville pulled back “your okay baby, just let me lead this.” he says before diving back down to the bleeding mark. Ville lapps his tongue around this wound a couple of times, just collecting the blood that pooled at the surface instead of sucking. After a few seconds he pulls back and blows air at the wound wanting the blood to congeal faster. 

Once the blood stops flowing at a rate Ville deemed harmful he finally decides to pay attention to your cunt. “Mhm, I don't usually like doing this…but I do love you, my girl.” he says before pressing his lips against your clit. His lips suck the sensitive bud for a moment or two before he pulls away and places his left hand on her waist. And with the thumb of his right hand he starts to rub her clit rather roughly. 

“Your so fucking good for me.” he muters as he dives down to in between your legs, replacing his thumb with his mouth again he then Inserted his pointer and middle fingers into her wet hole. Ville lets out a groan. “Oh fuck, there you go thats it.” he says his mouth causing overwhelming vibrations to her clit. 

At the same time he curled his fingers. “Ville…Ah fuck!” she moans out rather porngraphic. Ville smiles and continues to move his fingers in and out. “Come on your close arnet you kulta?” Ville says in an almost mocking tone as he stops sucking on her clit. 

She nods her head because in all honesty just Ville’s words could bring her to an orgasm. “Good girl.” he says, pumping his fingers in and out of her core with almost all of his force. Soon within what seems to be seconds for ville her inner walls start to pulsate driving ville to give it his all. Using his thumb to rub her clit bringing her over edge. 

“Fuck!” she shouts out her legs starting to shake as ville keeps rubbing. Ville watches as her legs start to shake violently until he finally pulls his fingers out of her wet hole. Ville brings the two fingers to his mouth, he wraps his tongue around them, tasting her. “Mhm… absolutely devine my darling.” he mutters. 

I wander downstairs, hoping Ville has snacks to silence my growling stomach. I stand alone in the hall, suddenly feeling very small in Ville’s large home. Where is his kitchen? Does he have a kitchen? Fuck. I wander into what appears to be a large living room. There are shelves of books, a liquor cabinet, and a grand piano in the corner.

Dusting the piano is Mari, who looks up and greets me with a smile. “Good morning, dear. Sleep well?” She asks politely.

“Uh, yeah, kind of. I’m just wondering… does Ville have a kitchen? I keep forgetting to eat.” Mari scolds me for not looking after myself and leads me through a dining room. The tall walls are covered in paintings. They are dark paintings. One is of a woman serving a bleeding heart on a tray. It has an Edgar Allen Poe feel. I am rushed through to the kitchen. It’s surprisingly modern, unlike every other room in The Haunted Mansion, which I now decide to call it. The floor is laminate light oak. The worktops are a grey marble granite, with a matching island in the middle. Mari ushers me to perch on a stool at the island as she runs around rummaging in cupboards. She refuses any help and whips me up an omelette, toast and a pot of tea. She truly is an angel. She loves cooking and says she will cook more things and leave meals in the fridge for me, though I try to tell her I am happy to cook for myself. Whilst she is putting things away I notice multiple bottles in the fridge. Red bottles. Blood. I shake away the unease and finish my warm tea. Suddenly I have a stroke of genius. Maybe Ville and I can make use of the dining room. Maybe I could cook for him using the blood in his fridge? My mind goes into overdrive thinking about all of the “normal” things we can achieve in our vampire-girlfriend relationship.

I realise I am still in last night’s makeup and could really use a hot shower. I’ve stayed the night a few times now, but I barely even know where the bathroom is. Mari offers to give me a tour and I gladly and desperately accept. She leads me back through the dining room, in what I am told is the East Wing, and into the hall. She leads me into the West Wing, through some sort of entertainment room. There’s a pool table, darts, bookcases full of books, and so on and so forth. There are small tables and Crystal decanters. The walls are a damask grey and black.

We briskly walk through into glass, mirrored room. “It’s a pool room”, says Mari “And over there in the corner you have a jacuzzi.” she smiles.

“A hot tub? Vampire Ville has a hot tub?!” Mari laughs. Aside from being pissed that he kept this from me, I’m feeling quite optimistic about filling my days whilst he sleeps. Mari informs me there is a shower room, steam room and bathroom round the back. She then leads me upstairs and we bypass the master bedroom. I’ve spent many an hour screaming Ville’s names within those walls; I hope they’re soundproof. Mari shows me her bedroom, Elias’ bedroom, and the master bathroom. The master bathroom has a huge wide bath on four legs; the perfect cure for a hangover. She also opens two large wooden doors into a room with a large screen. I’m told it’s a home cinema which Ville never uses. I make a mental note to talk to him about this. There is a door at the end of the hall which Mari warns me never to open, and instructs that they are “Ville’s sleeping quarters”. I wonder how many coffins he has stacked up in there. I thank Mari for the tour, and make haste downstairs. I run to the car, grab my bags and run back upstairs. I’m sure that Elias is probably judging me, but with my toiletries now in the house I plan to never do the walk of shame again.

I have the longest, hottest soak in the bath and use this time to reflect on the last few weeks. It’s been a month since I first met Ville, and our relationship has progressed so quickly. We’ve both admitted we’re in love. We can’t go a day without seeing each other. I’m currently on long term sick from work with little desire to go back. I haven’t moved in but I might as well… the list goes on. He has never once asked if I want to become a vampire. I ponder on this. Maybe he wants me to, but doesn’t want to ask? Maybe the guilt of turning me into a vampire would be too much for him to bear? Do I even want to change? To survive on the life of others? To never again see the sun? These are impossible questions. Beyond being underneath Ville’s muscular body, I have no idea where I want to be or what I want to do. I sigh. After last night’s drunken mess, I take time to wash, moisturise and dress. I slip on a dark emerald green dress with sleeves. It’s simple but clingy, and I know it’ll make Ville salivate. I charge my phone, which has been dead for hours. There is a missed call from Larissa, followed by a text: “Your boyfriend was right about my date. Tell him I’m sorry. I miss you.” I scoff. Larissa can absolutely get fucked. Cruelly, I find myself thinking she would have deserved to have had her drink spiked, but I then dismiss the unkind thought from my head.

The day goes quickly and I soon realise it’s 6pm. Ville will be up in around an hour. I head to the kitchen and conduct a haphazard search though his groceries and appliances. I decide to make him a blood and tomato soup, with garlic bread for dipping. I laugh out loud thinking about serving garlic to my vampire boyfriend, but he did say it was safe… I start by chopping onions and other veggies; adding herbs and spices. I take a bottle out of the fridge and mix it in, trying not to think about what I’m cooking. Stirring the soup in the pan, two pale arms make their way around me. I gasp but the shock is over quickly as Ville starts to kiss my neck lightly.

“Something smells good…” he whispers into my neck.

“You don’t really eat…” I say, leaning into his touch, “…but food is my love language and I wanted to make you something”.

“Take a break”, he murmurs, tracing his lips along the skin on my collarbone. I sigh, and do as I’m told, turning the hob off, desperate to feel his touch. I back into the kitchen island in the middle of floor and, pressing with my hands, perch myself on the worktop. My gothic prince stands before me. Skinny jeans… and nothing else. I choose not to fight the lust, and run both of my hands down his pale toned chest. I glance up to take in his beauty. He stares down at me with light, sea green oceans for eyes, a sharp jaw that could cut through diamond, and blush pink lips. My eyes fixate on his mouth, hungry for his kiss, lustful for a bite on his plump bottom lip. As if he can read my thoughts, his lips crash down onto mine so aggressively that my fingers dig into his shoulders, pressing my body to his to avoid falling backwards.

My mouth agape in surprise welcomes Ville’s warm, wet tongue. Orally claiming me; my senses consumed by him. I know I am drenched with desire already and shiver with the anticipation. Noticing, he pulls back and asks “What is it, beautiful?”

I blush furiously, avoiding his gaze “My panties are wet just thinking…” I trail off, biting my lower lip.

“Don’t make me fuck you in this kitchen, baby…” he growls in his deep trademark voice, commanding my attention. He stares into my eyes and we both breathe heavily, the sexual tension loudly lingering in the air.

I wrap one leg around his waist and pull him towards me, “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Valo.” I purr, and he loses it. He runs one hand through the hair on my head as the other gropes at my hip. His tongue exploring my mouth, my jawline, my neck. I start to moan and he stops to lean back and admire his handiwork as I pant and my chest heaves for air. He runs his hands up my thighs and I gasp as his fingers glide closer and closer.

Without warning he pushes my panties to the side and drives his index finger into my tight pussy. I cry out, practically cumming into his palm. “Ville…” I moan into his mouth. His middle finger joins his index finger as he pushes in and out, kissing me deeply. I brush his belt with my fingers, reaching lower to caress his cock through his jeans. He pauses for a moment; he moans and closes his eyes, enjoying the movement of my hand. Suddenly, his eyes snap back open and something has changed. They are red. My heart starts to beat outside of my chest.

“Ville?” I say, shakily. He removes his fingers; they are blood red. I look down, “Shit!” I curse, realising I’ve started my period. Ville moves his fingers to his lips and sucks my blood.

“You taste so good…” he moans, closing his eyes in ecstasy. When he opens them again, his eyes are back to their usual dreamy green. “I’m sorry… I… please don’t be scared. I just…” he runs his hands through his hair, visibly stressed “You smell so good and it wasn’t hurting you and…”.

“Shh, it’s okay.” I soothe, taking his shoulders in my hands. “Do you want to…?” He blinks.

“You’re asking if I want to drink your blood?” He says in disbelief.

“Yes… do you want to?” I repeat, softly.

“Are you sure?” His eyes begin to darken again.

“Yes, baby.” I lean back on to my elbows and move my legs slightly apart, “Drink me.” In an instant, Ville falls on one knee, slips my lace panties off and dives inside me, tongue first. I gasp at the feel of his warm tongue and the sound of him lapping between my thighs. I look down at him and am drawn into his crimson eyes. Our eyes meet and I watch him flick his tongue up and down my clitoris. I throw my head back and moan. Never in a million years would I have dreamt of this, but I am beside myself with arousal. I feel him tongue the opening to my vagina all the way to my clit; back and forth, torturing me in the best way.

I prepare my best Finnish accent and reach down to grasp his hair aggressively between my fingers. When I have control of his gaze, I beg “VITTU MINUA, VEELUH!” With a quick intake of breath, he stands, unbuckles his belt, frees the beast and shoves his hard cock inside of me. I scream in response as he pounds me aggressively and noisily. I imagine the sounds of our moaning and the quick sharp slaps of his skin against mine echoing through the halls.

“Please, God, HARDER!” I beg. He wraps his strong arms around my waist and lifts me off the kitchen counter. He slams me into the kitchen wall and thrusts aggressively. Up close I see his wild, hungry red eyes and the sharp fangs he is trying to conceal. I know what he wants…. “Bite me, baby” I whisper, gasping as he obliges immediately, sinking his fangs into the tender flesh of my neck, drinking my life, as I come undone.

“Oh my god!” I whimper as my walls tighten around him. He continues the aggressive assault until I hear him moan loudly.

“Vittu! Oh, fuck!” He slows to a halt and holds me tightly, both of us shaking with the comedown from our respective orgasms.

I unwrap my legs from his waist and attempt to stand, but my legs are weak. He senses my imbalance and holds me close as he catches his breath at the nape of my neck.

“I’m sorry, sometimes I forget which language I’m speaking.” he smiles. I smile weakly, my abdomen throbbing with pain. I am unsure if it is because of my typical monthly woe, or because of the unusually, but absolutely welcome, rough sex. He bites into his wrist and then kisses my neck with his bloody mouth, healing my bite wound.

“What does it mean when your eyes turn red?” I whisper. “It’s, uh, hunger, lust, maybe a bit of both?” He muses.

“Bloodlust.” I correct.

“Yeah…” he smiles, sheepishly. “I, um, that was amazing.” He says, beaming.

“Life-changing.” I blush “…but now I don’t think I can walk”. His eyes widen.

“Oh God, did I go too hard?” He asks, remorsefully.

“Um, yes, but I asked you to… and I enjoyed it.” I give him a reassuring smile.

“Well, I can carry you!” He fireman lifts me in his arms. “Where would you like to go, my love?”

I giggle, “Well, my boyfriend forgot to tell me he has a freaking hot tub, so let’s start there!”

He hesitates, “Do I? I’d forgotten about that!” He chuckles.

“How could you forget you have an entire spa in your home?!” I laugh, but Ville’s smile fades.

“Luxuries are senseless when you have no one to share it with.” I wonder how much pain he hides behind those eyes. “Anyway, your spa retreat awaits!” he forces a smile and whisks me to his pool room.

By now, I have regained the ability to stand despite the crippling pain in my cervix. I pull my dress over my head.

“Did you bring a bikini?” He asks.

“No…” I smirk, unclasping my bra and letting it fall to the floor. I slowly lower myself into the hot tub. The warm water soothes my aching, swollen lady parts: this is bliss.

Ville walks to the corner of the room to flick a switch. The spotlights fade. “Mood lighting.” He grins, and I watch him slide off his jeans, noting there is no underwear in sight, as his manhood once again looms free, still somewhat erect.

“Down, girl!” I scold myself mentally. I will need at least a day to recover. Ville climbs in and positions himself next to me, one arm around my shoulders.

“Ville?” I turn to him. “You seem so sad… talk to me”.

Ville takes a deep breath, “Is it that obvious?” I nod. “I’ve made some poor life choices, and I’m scared I will end up alone. There was a dark time in my life where all I did was abuse my body. I drank myself stupid. I tried very unsuccessfully to kill myself. I never expected to be happy again. I was so full of hope. I wanted a family. I wanted kids. Sometimes I feel like I’ve wasted my life.”

I put my arms tenderly around his shoulders. “You haven’t wasted your life, you have a brilliant musical legacy. You won’t be alone: you have me. Always.” I soothe.

He closes his eyes. “I want to believe that so badly…” he sighs “…but you and I both know you deserve better. How long before you meet someone who can take you for dates in the sun…”

“Fuck the sun.” I interject. “You forget I can take myself out into the sun.” I reason.

“Yes… but I won’t have you for long, after you reach the limits of your mortality I will be forever alone.” He avoids my gaze, looking down, like he is doing everything to mask his emotional pain.

“Ville… nothing is going to stop me being with you. I don’t need to see the fucking sun.” He looks up in disbelief; his lips parted in shock.

“No… I can’t ask you to do that.” He whispers.

“It is my decision to make, and I want to. End of story.” I say harshly, not entertaining his pity party. “I’m not ready yet… give me time. I will be. I promise.” I cup his cheek in my hand and he turns to kiss my palm.

“I can’t help but feel guilt… taking you away from the light, from the life you know.” He looks up at me with puppy dog eyes, round and bright and beautiful.

“Before you, I was floating through life, never feeling rooted, never belonging anywhere.” I say, earnestly. “For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m home… and home is wherever you are.” I feel the tracks of warm tears down my cheeks. He cups my face in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe away my tears.

“Olen sinun ikuisesti, rakkaani.” He smiles.

“You are…?” I try to translate.

“I am yours forever, my love.” He says, leaning his head to one side to look at me. He is adorable.

I pause, translating English to Finnish in my head, desperate for it to sound perfect. “Olet minun ikuisesti, rakkaani.” Proudly I tell him that he is mine forever.

“You’ve been practising”, grins Ville, pleasantly surprised.

“I’ve been on Duo Lingo constantly.” I laugh. “Fuck, the soup!” I curse, as I realise I’ve left Ville’s meal half cooked in a pan on the stove. “Oh goddamnit, my panties as well…”

“It was very sweet of you to cook for me. I can’t say I’m hungry, though, as you know I’ve already eaten…” he raises an eyebrow suggestively, dragging my mind back to our deliciously depraved encounter on the kitchen island.

“I am WEAK, Ville. Who told you to sneak up on me shirtless?!” We both giggle.

“I couldn’t find my Black Sabbath shirt!” He becomes aroused and suggestive at the mention of it being on the bathroom floor having been worn by his girlfriend.

When my fingertips wrinkle, we wrap ourselves in towels and head up to his bedroom so I can get changed. Ville suggests some of his shirts. He sits on the edge of his bed, watching me try on his things. I steal a pair of black boxers from his drawer and peruse his collection of band merchandise. I borrow a Jane’s Addiction crop shirt.

“I can’t believe I’m borrowing a crop top from my boyfriend…” I laugh, rolling my eyes.

“You look better in it.” He grins, reaching and grabbing the shirt hem to yank me forwards into his arms. He starts kissing my bare stomach.

“Mmm, stop…” I say begrudgingly, stroking the curls on his head “I’m sore, baby, I need time to heal.” Ville pouts, his bottom lip protruding in frustration. “Don’t make me bite that lip, Valo!” I glare at him, jokingly.

“What was that thing you said earlier? Don’t threaten me with a good time?” We laugh together; teasing and enjoying each other’s company. “I promise I’ll behave myself. Just tell me when you’re ready, again.” He pulls his skinny jeans on and leans against the wall. He crosses his arms waiting for me to finish blow drying and brushing my hair. I steal glances at his smooth toned chest and force the less than holy thoughts away.

I grab a shirt from his drawer and throw it at him. “Put on a shirt, Valo! You’re too distracting!”

He walks up to me and puts his hands on my hips. “Hmm, you seem to be getting far too comfortable with disrespect…” he smirks. “One more ‘Valo’ and I will have to spank that beautiful ass.”

Impossible to hide my arousal, I close my eyes and steady my breath, “Pencil me in for a spanking when I’ve recovered.” I say, huskily, and quickly pull on a pencil skirt.

I think about going out for a date, but my memories of last night surface and I decide I need time away from the world outside of Ville’s home. I realise I have grown weary of the drunken London crowd; I am tired of trying to fit in where I don’t belong. Ville as always is understanding and supportive. He leads me down the stairs and outside. Behind his home is acres of grassy land. He lays a picnic blanket down so that we can lie in each others’ arms and look at the stars. I lay my head on his solid chest and nuzzle close to him. The night is romantic and my heart is full. We spend the night talking about our hopes and dreams; our plans for the future, which now involve each other. We talk about going back to Finland so I can meet his parents. Ville is close with his parents and hasn’t seen them for a year; he feels awful about it. They know he is a vampire and they worry. We talk about marriage. Marriage is sacred to him; he gushes about the loving relationship his parents have, and how they are the epitome of a happy married couple. He tells me he has never experienced a romance as close until now. He kisses me sweetly under the light of the moon. We talk about children and his heart is heavy; I suggest adoption and he brightens. There is hope. Ville has felt lost ever since the band broke up and says he has been thinking about starting a solo venture. He tells me he has started writing a song for me. I beg to hear it but he tells me it’s nowhere near finished; it’s working title is ‘Foreverlost’. I pout and he responds by leaning in and biting my bottom lip gently.

His beautiful light eyes burn a hole in me, like he can see right into my soul. “What?” I ask nervously as he looks at me.

“I am forever lost in you.” He says, dreamily.

“That would make a good lyric.” I smile.

“It would”, agrees Ville.

The sky is lightening, preparing for sunrise, yet we remain still, not wanting to let go of each other. Ville’s legs shift, and he stands. “Come”, he commands, holding out his palm. I look up, mildly irritated and cross my arms defiantly. “I’ll sing you a song?” he offers, and I jump up excitement. We hold hands and walk slowly back to the house.

In his room, I kick my shoes off and sit on the bed, ready to be serenaded. Ville pulls off his shirt and begins to tune his guitar. “You need to be shirtless to play?!” I roll my eyes, mildly annoyed by the audacity of this man, parading his sexy body around. Who the hell does he think he is?!

He grins, “It helps the artistic process… and makes my girlfriend wet.” He winks in my direction and the accuracy of his words borders on ridiculous. He sits in front of me on the bed and begins to play an acoustic, slow, heart-wrenching tune. He purses his lips and takes a breath, ready to sing…

We're drifting apart,

But I want you to know

Wherever you are I belong

Love's singing our song

But we fail to sing along

Wherever you go I will follow

So please don't let it

Please don't let it go

Cause if you won't let it

I won't let it go

You try to be strong

But you're always so alone

Whatever I do I do you wrong

Death sings our song

And we eagerly sing along

Whatever you do I adore

So please don't let it

Please don't let it go

Cause if you won't let it

I won't let it go

Don't let go of life

Let go of love

Let go of all we have

Don't let go of trust

Let go of lust

Let go of all we share

So please don't let it

Please don't let it go

Cause if you won't let it

I won't let it go

“I will never let you go.” I whisper. We embrace as he places soft kisses on the top of my head. The sun is rising and I know he has to sleep soon.

“Stay with me?” I plead.

“You know I can’t, baby” he whispers back, morose.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m too delicious, whatever!” I chide, folding my arms and facing away from him, hiding a wry smile.

He kneels on the bed and crawls up behind me. He leans in, his lips millimetres from my ear. “You get very bratty when all you need a good fuck.” I gasp and turn to look at him. “I will be happy to fuck that attitude out of you, when you are ready.” He purrs.

“You are evil!” I pout.

“I am… but you love it.” He knows I can’t argue. “Good night, rakkaani” he says as he slips out of the bedroom door.

“Better hope I don’t nail that coffin door shut, Valo!” I yell after him, hearing him giggle like a schoolgirl down the hall. I lie back on the bed and smile, feeling truly and utterly content, before succumbing to sleep.

Ville doesn't understand why this is happening to him, it's almost like all the actions he's done in the past are finally chasing after him. He thought he had cheated death on that drunken July night Linde had pulled him off the edge. Or the night when he was 17 and had an asthma attack that had him in the hospital for 2 weeks. Or when he got behind the wheel of an atv drunk and without a license. 

Tonight was different. He could feel it. He feared what may come for him. Before many times he has looked into death's eyes and smiled but now. Ville was right on the edge. He was no longer looking into an angel of death's eyes but was now being embraced into it. Ville will die before he even gets to live. 

They were in the middle of recording their latest album. He is supposed to be recording his vocal tracks but instead he stands there tears streaming down his face. He knew everybody was staring at him, he could feel their eyes staring into the back of his eyes. It's funny after years of singing of death it's finally creeping up on him and he's terrified. Ville always had a feeling that his life was bound to be short. He thought he would be okay about it. But now he can feel the ache in his bones and his gums bleeding. All the noise around him stops. Migé and Linde have stopped playing their guitars. Gas has stopped playing the drums and Burton has stopped the keyboard. In a way the silence was a comfort. He knew that in maybe a mere few hours he's only going to know scilents. He can still hear the light hum from his microphone while it's still recording. Ville screams. He screams of what will nerve be. What he will leave behind to rejoice with death. He lets everything go. He needs to let everything go. He can't be thinking of the pain; his own and of his friends no his families as they struggle to understand what is going on. Ville contemplates telling them what is going on but maybe it would be better to spare them of his inner pain. 

Ville lets his knees give out from beneath him. He lets himself fall. No one is there to check him. All he hears is his name ringing in his ears as the world around him fades into a disarray of blures He can almost see Lindes golden hair shine in the fluorescent lights of the studio. And that god Awful cowboy he hates that migé refused to take off when they record. He says it brings him luck. Ville wonders why couldn't that luck be shared with him. He can feel his body being picked up off the floor. And now in a matter of seconds he can feel the cold air hitting his skin. And he swears when he hardly opens his eyes he can see a woman in a black dress following him. He closes his eyes and can feel the cold air hit against the tears he finally sheds. Yet after all the pain; all he knows is complete darkness.

When he wakes again he can see migé and linde on both sides of him. He tries to call out to his friends. His brothers. He knows he's saying their names, he knows he is screaming it. He knows both of them are awake, he just doesn't understand why they aren't answering him! Ville screams he cries. Why why. Ville begs to whatever is out there for someone to hear him, to answer to him. Anything. He shuts his eyes as tight as possible, to the point where he feels pain. He feels a hand going to his hair.  He thinks is one of his friends finally answering his pleas. No. it's the woman he swore he saw early. 

He looks up at the women. She still has her hair tangled in his hair. He leans into the comfort  of it all. Villle knows very well that it may be his last. “Why?” is the only thing he can get out his throat feels like there is something shoved down it. RED eyes look down at him. “I don't know ville. I'm just here to guide you…” she tries to sooth him. Ville doesn't feel as terfied anymore. Ville sits up and looks at the women. “I'm not ready to die.” he emits to himself more than to her. She puts her hand out onto his back. “But you can't stay, get up. Look at yourself.” ville turns his head to the side as he listens to her words. Ville climbs out of the bed. He turns back to the bed. He steps back at what he sees. 

Villes was staring at himself. Migé and Linde are surrounding him. He looks bad. His skin is pale and his body looks like he's never eaten a day in his life. And yet that isn't the worst of it. There is a rather large tube going from a machine and into his mouth and another tube that seems to be connected to some bag going into his nose. He thinks it's some type of NGT tube. And lastly there is a heart monitor and a few iv going into his arm. Ville knows now that there's no going back. It's too late.

She puts her hands on villes shoulders. “You have to come with me ville.” she whispers into his ear; he knows that he has to go. But he wonders what will happen if he doesn't. Does his body stay catatonic? Will he forever be trapped in limbo? He turns to the women. “For years I've sung of a lover joining me and death but now… it's the other way around. I'm joining death.” villes not giving up. No. he's just stating what is true. The end is here. Ville looks at his friends one last time he walks to them one last time and puts his hand on their shoulders. And for some odd reason at the same time they both look up at each other. Ville smiles watching their eyes meet. They know he's there. He hopes that there is an afterlife. He gets to hide behind the crimson door and make sure they are alright. 

He moves back from the both of them; at the same time all the heart montier his body was attached to started to beep and his body started to convulse. His eyes grew wide as he watched himself die. Doctors and nurses rush into the room. The girl, the demon or angel (he still didn’t quite know) reaches for his hand and pulls him away from all the action. He couldn't bring himself to even spare a glance to Migé and linde not wanting to see the pain in their eyes as the doctors try to reverse the  inevitable. 

“Wow, that sounds crazy”, I manage to stifle a yawn somewhat successfully, but my mildly slurred speech gives me away.

“You stopped listening like a year ago, didn’t you?”

My eyes dart up to meet her gaze, worried I’ve upset her. “Oh no, I have, I’m sorry, it’s just work is, y’know, work, and I’ve just been so tired…”

She glances at her phone. “Fuck it’s eleven thirty! We better wrap up, actually”. We split our drink bill and each order our respective Ubers. I give her a hug and wave her off in hers. “Let me know when you get back!” she yells out of the window.

I wait 10 minutes… 20 minutes… “This is ridiculous” I mutter to myself. I could’ve walked it back to my flat by now. I glance down at my phone to see that my Uber driver is completing a journey before he plans on driving to me. Fucking great. I tap my stiletto heel on the cobbles; my impatience vibrating through my body as I shiver in the darkness.

“Fuck this!” I declare, and set off on foot. Google Maps tells me I’m eighteen minutes away, and the cocktails have numbed the pain in the balls of my feet from my ridiculous choice of footwear. ‘They DO make my legs look great, though’ I think to myself as I scroll social media absent-mindedly. The back streets are so poorly lit that I use the torch light from my phone. I hear the clink of empty cans hitting cobbles and the shuffling of feet… I walk more briskly. I hear men whispering and look over my shoulder. I see two, very drunk, men walking in my direction. I sincerely hope they are not following me, and quicken my pace.

“Oi bitch, don’t ignore me!” they start to chase me. The light of the main street is so fucking close and my heart is beating out of my chest. I turn a corner and lean against the building, breathing noiselessly but desperately. Fuck, they’ve spotted me.

“Where ya going dressed like that, ya slut?” says a balding, pink, hideous shell of a man. The other throws his head back to laugh. “Bet she was on her way to get her five pounds for a blowie!” he says, making lewd gestures. I want to have the confidence to say “Fuck you!” out loud instead of in my head, but the best I can mutter is “Please…”. The balding one puts his hand down the front of his jeans and I close my eyes as tears track down my cheeks.

“UGGHH… what the fuck man?” I hear the sound of punches being thrown and tentatively open my eyes. A dark figure, decidedly tall, slim, draws back as the balding man chokes on blood and falls to the floor to join his friend. My mouth agape in horror and wonderment, the figure spins on his heel to face me and moves forward. My breath quickens and my eyes widen, my chest heaving as my back is pressed against brick.

“Are you hurt?” his eyes stare straight into my soul. It’s dark but they are light; I can make out specks of green. His skin is so pale it glows in the moonlight. My eyes follow his sharp cheekbones to his jaw, taking in his handsome face. I scan his body. He’s wearing what looks to be a velvet blazer, skinny jeans, converse all stars? The contrast of the white on black is actually quite appreciated in this light.

“Miss?” My eyes dart back up again. “I… uh… I’m okay” I manage to speak quietly. His eyes are so mesmerising in this light.

“Those pigs didn’t hurt you, did they?”

“No”, I smile, “Thanks to you”. His concerned demeanour turns to fury and his brows narrow. “You shouldn’t be alone in the dark this late; there are people that can and WILL take advantage of a woman travelling alone.” I’m grateful for his chivalry, but I don’t take too well to being told what to do.

“I… uh… yeah, so thanks for knocking those guys out”, I say, avoiding eye contact and slinking to the right of him, “I’m just gonna go and…”

“No” he says, his sharp eyes sensitive to my movement. His face softens “I’m sorry, no, I can’t let you do that when there are men out there like this. Please, let me walk you home, or at least close to it…”

“Oh, um, you don’t have to…” I hesitate.

“Please” he closes the gap between us with a single step “I’d like to make sure no further harm befalls you tonight”. He doesn’t talk like the typical London man. Hell, he doesn’t talk like the typical man. His voice deep and alluring; his words eloquent and decisive.

“Oh, um, okay” I say, in a vain attempt to silence the inner voice that is SCREAMING at me to tread cautiously.

We walk a little in silence, a foot or so apart. “So, what were you doing walking all alone in the dark?” he implores, scanning my face as we perambulate onto a better, brighter lit, street. I can see I was right as two beautiful pools of green await an answer from me.

“My Uber driver was taking forever so I thought I’d walk home. It isn’t far. I wasn’t expecting two drunk idiots to ruin my night.” I roll my eyes.

“Have they? Ruined your night, I mean….” he looks disappointed, or perhaps angry, I think, as I notice a balled fist.

“Well, no, I guess I’m safe and nothing really happened… you, uh, you don’t speak like you’re from here”.

“I’m not” he says matter of factly with an essence of smug, he pauses to locate a cigarette from his pocket and to light it. He brings it to his pale lips and inhales. His lips part delicately as the swirl of smoke dances around his cheeks. He closes his eyes briefly; it appears his vice brings him bliss in the chaos. “I’m sorry” he stares at me “Do you mind if I…?”

“Oh, no, no it’s fine. Your funeral, I guess, I heard those things kill you” I smirk, teasing.

He side-eyes me, inhaling again “Good thing I’m already dead” he exhales with a grin. Fuck, he looks so good when he smiles. The flash of his white teeth and the angles of his jaw make me feel moist in my underwear, but then I remember I’ve been drinking.

“How much alcohol have you had to drink?” he asks, smirking, as if able to read my less than holy thoughts.

“Touché” I say, rolling my eyes, “Enough, I guess, and I’m more than capable of walking the rest of the w-“ his fingers close around my wrist suddenly and I turn to face him. His lips are dangerously close to mine and I can feel my heart beating furiously on the walls of my chest. The adrenaline in my body is sending signals that I should run, my logic tells me I can’t outrun him and my mind? My mind is hesitant but intrigued. Why has this dark handsome stranger stopped to help me? Why is he walking me home? I realise I can no longer hear the click clacking of my stiletto heels against London’s cobbles; I no longer hear the bustling of the street. I see, and hear, only him.

He looks down at my lips. “I’m sorry if I have offended you. Please, let me get you home safe, and you won’t see me again”. My heart sinks a little and I’m sure he can feel it.

“Why did you help me? Who are you?” I ask, feeling a strange connection between us.

“I couldn’t have lived with myself if I turned a blind eye to a woman in distress, and allowed those poor excuses for men to do what they had in mind.” His looks darken, and I turn to humour as we begin walking again.

“Oh, you read minds? How many fingers behind my back?” I giggle, wiggling three secretly. He side eyes me again, smirking. I can tell he’s not impressed that I am minimising my brush with danger, but he is enjoying this playful exchange.

“You should be careful wandering around in the dark” he stops and turns his body to face me, wetting his lips with his tongue, he edges closer, “There might be vampires”.

“Oh, that would be a shame” I say, deliberately avoiding his gaze before the punchline “I taste pretty good, I’d be a goner”. I look up at him through my lashes; he finally gives up the ghost and laughs wholeheartedly.

“Why do I get the feeling trouble follows you?” He shakes his head, smiling, “For your sake, I hope the vampires aren’t thirsty.” We stopped walking some time ago, and I realise we’re outside the block of apartments I live in. I loiter, to stop time, not knowing when I will see my night hero again.

“Are you thirsty? … for a drink, I mean.” I glance towards my window, hopefully.

“I, er, no… I should return to my post. I have damsels in distress to save from bloodthirsty beings.” he muses, with a tone of humour, not arrogance. He looks off into the distance and I sense there is something heavy weighing on his chest.

“Well, thank you, my unmasked nicotine-fuelled vigilante!” I giggle, walking to the entrance door. He follows me, as though he wants to come inside, then hesitates. Turning to face him I realise our lips are centimetres apart again. Every hair on my body stands on end as my senses hyperfocus on him. I lift my hand to palm his velvet-encased arm. The material is soft, a direct contrast to the muscle within it. I breathe, and almost taste, the cigarette smoke from his lips. I see never ending waves of green, washing over me. Eyes that look like they have traveled the world over and over again, but haven’t found what they longed for… until…

“What do I call you?” I whisper.

“Vee” he says as his eyes refuse to move from my lips.

You could cut the sexual tension with a knife.

He leans forward to press his forehead to mine as I let out a sigh. “No more late night walks. Remember, vampires.” His hand lifts to my cheek, cold but inviting, and I close my eyes.

In a moment, he is gone. I stand under the twinkling starry night sky wondering if it had all been a dream. I touch the cheek that felt his hand and smile. “Hey, Vee stands for vampires!” I yell into the dark, and I swear I hear chuckling. I open the entrance door and click clack up the stairs to my apartment, wondering what Larissa would make of all this.

…

AO3: SinnySioux; more to come 🦇

Boyfriend? Do I really have a vampire boyfriend? Who heals my wounds with the blood on his tongue? Whose singing and guitar-playing speak directly to my vagina? I shiver and think about him trying to unbutton my jeans with his teeth. I take these thoughts to the shower and run my hands all over my body, wishing they were his. I was incredibly strong to resist him last night, but if he touches me tonight I am DONE.

I towel try my hair and begin my skincare routine when my phone begins to ring. Fuck, it’s work. I swallow hard, bring the phone to my ear and answer. “Vicky, hi…”

My boss, Vicky, begins her tirade of questions: “Where were you? What happened? Why didn’t you call?”. I resist the temptation to tell her to shove her shitty office job and make up a lie about a car collision, concussion and hospitalisation. I tell her I feel shaky on my feet and have a bit of double vision. It’s Tuesday and we agree that I should remain off work for the rest of the week, with the view to return on Monday. I end the call and my beaming smile returns.

I wonder where he will take me on our date. I wonder if he will sing to me again. I wonder if he will make me scream… with pleasure, this time.

I decide to spend the day shopping. I want to look irresistible; and I want to make him sweat. I decide on a manicure and pedicure. I sit with my feet in the warm foot spa, feeling relaxed and calm. A woman a couple of seats over is having a loud animated conversation in another language on her phone. I roll my eyes.

“Rakastan sinua, heippa!” I freeze. I look over and see the woman is getting a pedi too.

“Excuse me… were you speaking Finnish?” I ask shakily.

“Yes! Do you know Finnish?” she asks, excited.

“No but… I heard you say, um, rakastan? If that’s right? Can you tell me what it means?” I hold my breath.

“Oh, yeah! It means ‘I love you’!” My eyes widen

“…w-what?” My facial expression concerns her.

“Are you okay? Do you need some water?” I feel bad for worrying her.

“It’s okay, it’s uh, it’s just… my Finnish boyfriend said this to me last night.” I blush and feel my face warm with the heat.

“Aww, he loves you! That’s sweet!” My pedicurist returns with multiple shades for me to pick from and I am grateful for the distraction as I process what I have just learned. I type ‘I love you’ into Google Translate and the Finnish translation comes up as ‘Minä rakastan sinua’. I’m certain these were his words last night. Oh my god. I can’t help but type “I love you too” into the translator, as my pedicurist paints my toenails the dark red gel colour I selected.

I walk around the shopping centre in a daze, thinking about what to wear. I see a simple bodycon dress in deep red in the Zara window. I go inside, purchase it and leave within a grand total of six minutes. I check my phone and see that I still have a few hours so I hop on the tube and swing by Agent Provocateur. I’m a little out of my element, having not had sex for over a year. I am immensely grateful to the saleswoman who asks me if I need help.

“Um… I need a black lace set that will make my gothic boyfriend worship the ground I walk on”, she laughs and directs me towards three different lines. I end up purchasing a black lace demi cup bra, with extra straps above the cups, giving the set a bit of a harness feel. I also choose the matching french knickers. If he wants to treat me like a goddess, I want to make sure I’m dressed like one.

…

Back at home, I hook my phone up to my Bluetooth speaker and play a little music as I put on my makeup. A dark red lip, obviously, and a subtle winged eyeliner. I style my hair into loose waves. I’m dressed and ready, and I like what I see in the mirror. I have a good feeling about tonight, and I sing and dance around my apartment to Miss Murder by AFI. My tight dress and stiletto heels make me feel like my own Miss Murder, and I giggle to myself. There is a knock at my door and I quickly turn the music off.

Bracing myself, I open the door. Ville’s mouth is agape as he takes me in. I bite my lip as I scan his body, his outfit, his HAIR. True to his word, Ville has left his hats at home, and treated me to his beautiful brown curls which fall to his neck. He’s wearing his converse, of course, skinny jeans and a crisp black satin shirt. Half of the buttons are undone, teasing part of one of his portrait tattoos. His long shirt sleeves are rolled up to the forearm, teasing his thorn tattoo sleeve. I try to ignore the arousal I feel between my legs as I watch his gaze rise from my heels, to my hips, to my chest, to my eyes. We both hesitate for a moment.

“You look absolutely breathtaking”, Ville breathes, as I blush.

“You look… good enough to eat”, I wink. His laughter cuts the tension and he takes my hand in his large palm as I close the apartment door and step into the cool night.

“Where are we going?” I ask, trying to hold back my excitement.

“I thought I’d take you out to dinner, and the rest is a mystery”, he smirks.

“Hmph!” I complain.

“Let’s see where the night takes us, my love.” My heart stops as he mutters the L word; as we come to a stop beside a BMW with a driver in front. I get into the back of the car with him and we hold hands.

Ville compliments my outfit, removes his hand from mine and places it on my thigh, lovingly. I try to contain my lust, as I think about climbing on top of him in the back of this goddamn BMW.

“I could’ve sent you a photo, but I realise we haven’t even exchanged numbers” I say, regretfully. We remedy this by saving each other’s numbers in our phones. “Now you’ve got to send me a selfie in your coffin” I laugh.

“I actually have one, you know!” he joins in the laughter, and everything feels lighter. The world seems insignificant when we are together and enjoying each others company. Of course I correctly predict it is a black coffin with a deep red velvet lining. My gothic vampire boyfriend is nothing if not predictable in his tastes.

“Are we okay talking about this… in front of.. y’know?” I gesture towards our driver.

“Oh, yes, of course. Elias has worked for my family for years. I could learn to drive, but I much prefer being a passenger princess”, he grins.

“And what a beautiful princess you are!” I laugh.

“Not as beautiful as you” he says, earnestly, and lifts my hand to kiss it. I melt into him and we snuggle together in the backseat.

…

We stop outside a restaurant. It seems to be fully built with glass. It is entirely transparent and I can see spotlights and Japanese blossom trees as decor. I make a mental note to have a little photoshoot with a blossom tree later. We exit the car and walk inside. We are greeted and taken to a booth in the corner of the restaurant. I takes me a moment to realise we are the only diners here. “Wow, this place is so empty” I observe.

“I hired it out for the evening; I figured this would make us both more comfortable” he smiles.

“Ville… that must have cost a fortune” I say, wondering how he can afford such wealth yet remain so humble.

“I was in a semi-successful band, remember? Please don’t worry about money.” He reassures me. We order some Japanese sushi and gyozas for starters. I order a glass of white wine to settle my nerves; Ville orders a beer. We get to know each other more in-depth.

Ville tells me he was in a band called HIM, short for His Infernal Majesty, and that the majority of his songs are about romance and heartbreak. I put a note of his band in my phone and make a mental note to check them out on Spotify tomorrow. He places his large hands palms facing up on the table and I follow his silent command, placing my smaller hands in his. He traces little circles on my skin with his thumbs, and I begin to feel relaxed and open. We talk about relationships and Ville tells me his last girlfriend left him when he became a vampire.

“I don’t think she really liked me as much as she liked the idea of dating someone in a band.” My heart aches for him momentarily, but then I remember.

“Her loss is my gain”, I smile brightly.

“No” says Ville “It’s my gain. I am incredibly lucky to be sitting here with you.” I blush furiously when he asks about my previous relationships.

“I’ve dated a few guys, nothing serious. I think a couple of them were more into themselves than into me. It’s difficult to date in your thirties” I say, embarrassed.

“I don’t understand why a man fortunate enough to be in your presence wouldn’t worship the ground you walk upon.” He says, seriously.

“I don’t know, I guess I’ve never really found my type. It’s not like any of them knew how to make a woman orgasm.” Oh god, why did I say that? I look down and pray for the ground to swallow me whole.

Ville squeezes my hands, “If you’ll let me, I will not rest until you have the mind blowing orgasm you deserve.” I look up and am completely consumed in his shiny, green eyes. I press my thighs together under the table instinctively, afraid of getting aroused too quickly.

Our food arrives and I notice Ville picks at his plate but doesn’t really eat. “Is it okay?” I ask.

“It’s fine” says Ville “I fed before I came, just in case, and food is… it’s alright, but it doesn’t really satisfy me the way blood does” he says.

“I guess that makes sense” I say diplomatically.

“Besides…” whispers Ville, “I’ve been hungry for something else since my shirt was cruelly stolen”. I both laugh and blush, unsure of what to say, but certain of one thing: if he initiates sex, I will be completely unable to refuse.

“Was Vampire Heart about your ex?” I ask inquisitively.

“In part, yes” he sighs “but a lot of people shunned me when it happened. I lost a lot of people I love through stupid, reckless decisions. I turned my whole band into vampires, against their will. I was lucky they did not kill me, to be honest, although they’ve promised they will if I step foot in Finland again”. A moment of silence passes as he feels sorry for himself.

“Oh, Ville…” remembering his promise to take me to Finland, I am disappointed for both of us.

As if he can read my mind, Ville responds “I will still take you to Finland, though. It’s a beautiful country and, to be frank, I miss my parents.” How sweet.

“Um, Ville… before we continue, I need to ask you something” he nods cautiously. “Can you read my mind?”

He suppresses an obnoxious laugh and instead giggles silently. “No… I can’t read your mind. I can, however, read emotions and intentions. For example, I think both of us are having a hard time repressing a great deal of lust” he grins. The blood rushes to my cheeks instantly and I flush; I am sure the embarrassment is all over my face. “I’m sorry, perhaps I should have phrased things more tactfully.” He says, regretfully.

“No, it’s okay” I sigh “If I can’t hide my feelings in front of you, then I’m not going to waste my energy trying to” I smile.

A waitress comes to take our mains order but Ville is not hungry, so I order a green tea instead. “Are you sure you don’t want to eat?” He asks, worried.

“I’ve eaten”, I reassure him “Also, I’m sure you and your intuition know that I’m hungry for something else”, I lower my eyes and blush.

“You temptress” grins Ville. Underneath the table, I run my ankle up the inside of his thigh.

His hand grips my ankle as his emerald eyes stare straight into my soul. “Behave, baby, unless you want me to fuck you right here on this table.” I do as I’m told, the dam between my legs threatening to break. He pays the bill and takes my hand, leading me back to the car.

Ville whispers something to Elias and then leans back, his arm around my waist. He thumbs my chin with his free hand and tilts my face to his to deliver a sweet kiss. I run my tongue across his lip, requesting permission for access. He obliges and we kiss passionately; my starving tongue desperate for his. I place a hand on his knee and gently travel upward, stroking, massaging. I get to the top of his thigh when his strong hand grabs mine and he sighs.

“Patience, darling. Not here.” I pout and sit back in my seat, arms folded, aware that I am being dramatic. He laughs, “We’re going to have to do something about that attitude… and I know just the thing” he winks.

“You’re so meeaan” I whine.

“No, I just want it to be perfect. I promise you it will be.” He strokes my cheek and I close my eyes and sigh, making yet another mental note, this time to stop throwing myself at him.

The car pulls up and we get out at the Thames embankment. “I thought we could go for a romantic stroll, as long as you promise not to push me in for telling you to behave…” I laugh out loud.

“Well, I can’t make any promises”, I chide, trying my best to look innocent. We walk along the river and talk about Finland and Ville’s family. I learn that he has a brother called Jesse who’s really into film making, and has directed a couple of HIM videos.

“What do your parents do?” I ask curiously.

“Oh god!” says Ville, hiding his face with his hands.

“What??” I implore.

Ville looks up. “My mum is into dressmaking, more as a hobby than a business, and my dad… uh, he owns a sex shop in Helsinki.”

I blink. “I’m sorry, what?” Ville laughs nervously.

“Yeah, I worked there as a teenager, I’ve seen a lot of really bad pornos”. I am not sure what to say. “It’s a good thing… I think… it made me realise that I dislike porn, mostly. I’m not into any weird fetishes. I think sex should be sacred, passionate, gentle, personal… I mean, I’m not opposed to using a cock ring” he laughs “but porn takes the magic out of it, if that makes sense”. This man is a literal treasure.

“It does make sense” I agree “So much of porn is just… misogynistic and violent. It takes the love out of making love, I guess…”

“Exactly” he smiles. We hold hands until we get to a darker part of the embankment. “Trust me” says Ville, and we walk up a small hill. The trek is treacherous in my stilettos but Ville has a tight grip on my waist. We reach a little clearing with a beautiful view of the Thames.

Ville sits on the ground; I hesitate. “Sit on my lap, to save sullying your beautiful dress”. I blush for the millionth time tonight and do as he says, my back against his chest. He wraps his arms around me and we watch the boats go by, illuminating the water.

“I like it here” Ville says, “It’s dark enough so if you look up, you can see the stars”. I look up and sure enough the night sky is sparking with stars. I feel at peace.

“Ville… I think this is the most perfect and romantic first date I’ve ever had… thank you”. He smiles proudly.

“No, thank you for giving me a chance. You are more of a wonder than all of the stars in the sky.” I twist and he nuzzles his face into my chest. I run my fingers through his hair as we hold each other and embrace the night.

…

As we walk back to the car, Ville slips a vape pen from his pocket and inhales deeply. “Ah, that explains the berries!” I smile.

“What?” asks Ville.

“You’ve moved on to vaping?” I question.

“Yeah, someone smart told me that cigarettes would kill me” he winks.

“Well, that was before I knew you were undead!” I roll my eyes.

Back in the car, Ville wraps his arms around me to warm me; my skin chilly from walking around without a jacket. Elias stops the car outside Ville’s home. Ville gets out, walks round the back of the car, and opens my door, extending his hand. I let him lead me inside, just like last time…

Once inside, I let go of him and drape myself on the chaise longue, giggling. Ville looks at me curiously. “I just wanted to see if I matched the decor!” I laugh, swinging my legs to a seated position.

Ville takes my hand to help me up and presses his forehead to mine. “Let’s see if you match my bedsheets” he smiles wickedly, with a hint of hunger in his eyes. I know that my pretty underwear is already soaking.

He leads me up the stairs to his ornate red and black room. My heart begins to beat rapidly and I’m sure he can hear it. “I have no expectations”, says Ville “I just want to spend time with you. There is no pressure to do or to say anything, okay?” He senses my fear. The vampire rockstar has probably slept with so many beautiful women that I would pale in comparison.

My alcohol-fuelled confidence has all but worn off. “Ville… do you think you could maybe… play me a song?” I ask pathetically.

“I was hoping you would ask.” A wide grin spreads across Ville’s face. “I have the perfect one.” I kick off my heels and get myself comfortable on his bed, my back against the headboard, my ass on his pillow. Ville grabs his guitar and sits on the end of the bed, facing me. He pulls off his converse and crosses his legs, tuning his guitar whilst I sit patiently, my legs to one side. He looks into my eyes, demands my attention, and sings directly into my soul:

In the biblical sense and sensibility

Let me know you

I'll kiss that smile off your face

Just say when

I'm not afraid to say "I love you"

Any more than I used to be baby, I am scared to death

To fall in love (with you)

All these pick-up lines from hell

Icebreakers infernal

From a heart so black and blue

Only for you

Just say when again

I'm not afraid to say, "I love you"

Any more than I used to be, babe

I am scared to death

I am scared to death to fall in love with you

With you

I'm not afraid to say, "I love you."

Anymore than I used to be, babe

I am scared to death

I am scared to death to fall in love

I'm not afraid to admit I adore you

Any more than I was before baby, I am scared to death

To fall in love with you

With you

With you

I'm scared to death

I'm scared to death

I'm scared to death

And you're sweet like poison

Tears well in my eyes as he sings his love song, unwavering, only for me. In a swift motion I kneel in front of Ville on the bed, and take his face in both of my palms. Shakily I say “Minäkin rakastan sinua”.

His eyes widen, shocked, amazed “You…” he trails off.

I smile as the tears make their way down my face. “I love you too, baby. Always.” He shoves his guitar off the bed and kneels to meet me, kissing me deeply, lapping at my tongue with his.

He moves his fingers quickly, unbuttoning his shirt, yanking it over his shoulders. I let my hands glide over his smooth chest, enjoying the feel of his cool skin. Ville moves his large hands to my back, running them up and down until he finds the zip and pulls. He leans forward, forcing me down into his sheets; before I know it, his body is atop mine. His cool hands glide up my legs, seductively squeezing until he reaches the top of my thighs under my dress.

With both thumbs, he circles my clitoris through my lace panties. I cry out, releasing the pent up frustration. Ville moans “So wet, baby. So ready for me.” I sigh. “Let me taste you” he purrs, and moves his head between my legs. His tongue tasting my love through the gaps in the lace. I cry out again, arching my back at the way he tortures me. I move to rip my panties down my legs but he grabs both of my wrists and pins them either side of my head.

“Oh no, baby, I plan on taking my time.” He continues to torture and tease. With a solitary finger he moves my panties aside and dives between my lips with his tongue. I throw my head back and moan as he feasts on the nectar between my thighs; I grasp his hair between my fingers and pull as my muscles tense. His tongue moves to flick up and down over my clit as he penetrates me with a finger. I begin to writhe underneath him. He adds a second finger and I start to lose it.

“Don’t stop!” I pant as I rock backwards and forward desperately fucking his fingers. I whimper as he stops abruptly and moves his fingers to my mouth; I suck them hungrily as he closes his eyes and moans. I push him forward to sit up, and lift my dress up and over my head.

Ville stares at my body in my new lingerie set “Vitun kaunis!” he says with smouldering eyes. I don’t know what it means, but I know he approves. I reach out to run my fingers down his chest, until I reach his belt buckle. I undo it furiously, deliberately slipping my fingers between his boxers and skin. He bites his lower lip, holding back, allowing me control. He slips off the bed to pull his jeans off. He stands before me in his boxers, his arousal desperately trying to escape from its confines. I climb off the bed and kneel in front of him, using my fingertips to roll his waist band down until the beast is free. I gasp at the sheer size of him and imagine the sweet pain it will likely bring me. I swirl around his perfectly pink head with my tongue, sucking him gently. As he moans I look up, taking in the picture of his face when he is pleasured. I use my hand to pull and push, slowly to start off with and then faster. His fingers make their way into my hair, desperately pushing, forcing his cock further down my throat. I oblige to his noisy request, deepthroating his cock as far as it will go. My gag reflex activates and my eyes begin to water as I service him.

“Stop!” He gasps, and I heed his request, breathing the air back into my lungs. “I don’t want to cum too early, babe, not without being inside you.” I feel faint; this man is going to kill me. He guides me back to the bed and climbs on top of me, gliding his smooth, warm cock from my clit to my vaginal entry, teasing, but not going in. By this point, my breasts have made their way out of their demi cups. Ville hungrily circles a nipple with his tongue, sucking and biting me gently. I moan loudly and arch my back as he pleasures me completely, moving to the other nipple. He presses his body to mine and I dig my nails into his back, enjoying the foreplay, but ready for the main event. I push at him to roll over, and straddle his waist. I remove my bra and position the head of his dick at my entry way. I slide down his thick pole gradually, moaning as his large cock presses against my walls, stretches me, and forces its way into me.

Once he is in, I lean forward and rest my palms either side of Ville’s head; his eyes are at chest level. “Vittu minua, baby” he whispers hoarsely.

“What?” I whisper.

“FUCK me!” he moans and strikes my ass aggressively with his palm. I shiver with pleasure and oblige, grinding into him deeply.

I moan loudly as I move up and down him; his teeth pinch at the skin of my neck, leaving sweet strawberry marks. I whimper as he claims me, brands me; I am his. He continues thrusting from below as my walls begin to tighten rhythmically. I succumb noisily to my explosive orgasm; as he follows suit, emptying himself inside me.

I collapse on top of him, panting, trying to catch my breath. He buries his face in my neck and wraps his strong arms around my weakened frame. “That was fucking amazing, baby.”

“Oh… um… I don’t kn-“ he cuts me off mid-stutter.

“I would love nothing more than to be your boyfriend; hell, I’d even settle for sex slave after last night”, he smirks.

“After which part, baby?” I purr against his neck.

“The Finnish, the swallowing of my cock, climbing on top and fucking me… all of it.” I shiver with arousal.

“Well, I only climbed on top because your teasing was driving me crazy and I needed you.” I reason, “It would be nice to be dominated, though.”

He grabs my wrists and pins them either side of my head, “Would it, now?” He starts to tongue my neck and I moan contentedly. Ville climbs on top of me and our bodies start to move together. Suddenly he stops and draws back, looking down.

“What’s the matter, babe?” I ask, confused. He looks up and his mouth is agape. I see his fangs sharp and white. I gasp.

“It’s okay, my love, it happens sometimes when we get aroused.” Ville explains, “I’m not that hungry, I can control it. You are safe with me, that much I can promise.” He swears.

“Okay” I say, trying to feel reassured, however the mood is lost. “I’m… really sore anyway” I blush, embarrassed.

“Something to remember me by”, he smiles and rolls over on to his back, breathing in and out.

“Wait.” I prop my head up using an elbow, “You can breathe? I thought vampires didn’t breathe?” I ask curiously. Ville rolls his eyes.

“There are a lot of misconceptions about us”. He sits up, “We don’t explode into bats, we can’t fly, we can eat garlic bread.” he sighs “Most of the time I don’t even feed from people directly, I just have Elias pick up blood donations from hospitals.”

The more I think I know him, the more I realise I don’t. We sit in silence for a moment.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, sweetly. I sigh.

“I guess I just feel like I don’t know you as well as I wish I did.” I can’t shake the disappointment, and I know he can feel it. “You know what? I’ll start by listening to your albums while you sleep”, I smile.

“Okay” he kisses my neck softly “Anything you want to know, you only have to ask”. His presence is so reassuring, but he yawns and I notice the sun is almost up.

“Do you need to sleep?” I ask.

“Yes… I almost certainly should. I guess I should retire to my coffin, seeing as a devastatingly beautiful woman has stolen my bed” he grins.

“There is no way you actually have a coffin…” I challenge.

He giggles, “You’ll see.” He kisses me on the forehead and leaves the room. I lie back under the sheets and smile to myself. If someone had told me a week ago that I would be in an intense sexual relationship with a Finnish vampire, I’d have laughed in their face. I wiggle my legs, enjoying the feel of his silken sheets on my naked skin, when I hear my phone ping. I begrudgingly get out of bed to see who is messaging me at 5am.

“VILLE” pops up on my phone and I swipe to open the message. A picture pops up. It’s Ville. In his coffin. And to make the picture even more gothic, he’s edited it black and white.

I open his bedroom door and yell, “Go to sleep, Nosferatu!” and I swear I hear him giggling. I get back into his bed, pull the sheets up to my stomach. I precariously place my long locks of hair over my breasts to preserve my modesty, and take a steaming hot selfie. I send it to his phone, to remind him how lucky he is. Ville responds in emoji: “😍🍆”.

I giggle like a school girl with a crush, and reply: “You idiot, I love you 💗”

He replies: “I love you more baby 🖤” and I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

…

I wake up to sunlight peaking around Ville’s curtains. I check my phone and see it is nearly midday. I know Ville won’t be up until this evening and I am determined not to waste the day. I throw on last night’s clothes, feeling like a whore doing the walk of shame. I gather my things and head down the beautiful ornate staircase… and freeze.

Below is a woman cleaning and dusting. She is an older woman with her greying hair tied back, she seems to notice something in the air and looks up. “Hello”, she smiles, “Don’t mind me.” Her voice has an accent similar to Ville’s: Finnish for sure. “I’m Maria, but call me Mari”, she says, rolling her Rs. “And you are?”

I try to find my voice, and my legs. “Oh…” I say, descending to the bottom of the stairs, “I’m… I’m Ville’s girlfriend.” I blush.

“Hello, Ville’s girlfriend!” she laughs. “We wondered when we’d meet you.” My mouth falls open; how does she know about me? Mari is able to gauge the expression on my face and answers, “Ville is much brighter when he’s in love. It was obvious there was a new woman in his life.” She smiles, gratefully. “He deserves love, treat him well.”

I can’t help but wonder how many other women have treated him poorly. “I will”, I promise, “I have very strong feelings for him and… he makes me happy.” I say, the love beaming from my face.

“I can tell”, smiles Mari. “Then I hope you’ll stick around for a long time.” She squeezes my hand, and then excuses herself to continue cleaning.

I leave the house and step into the bright sunlight. It seems like a while since I’ve seen the sun, and I immediately regret my life choices having forgotten to bring sunglasses with me. I must remember to pick some up from home. I plan on walking to my car and driving home when I realise my car isn’t here. Ville had Elias pick me up last night. Fuck. How am I going to get home? Just out front I spot the BMW from last night. I approach it cautiously, hoping Elias is inside, and breathe a sigh of relief when I realise he is.

I tap the window and he rolls it down. “Um… hi… I’m really sorry to ask this but… I was wondering if you could drive me home… just so I can change and shower?” I ask, guiltily, aware of potential judgement.

“Yes, of course.” He gets out of the car and walks around to open my door.

“Oh, um, thank you so much.” I say, getting into the vehicle. “Do you need the postcode?”

He waves his hand I dismissal. “No need, I have it saved from last night. If you need to go anywhere in future, Ville has told me to take you wherever you need to go if he is… unavailable.” I process this. So Ville has given me access to his personal chauffeur? Neat.

I feel incredibly awkward on the journey so I try to fill the silence with conversation. I find out that Elias has worked for Ville’s family for twenty years or so, and used to be his parents’ personal chauffeur back in Finland. I ask him how Finland compares to England; he tells me it is much colder, but the people are nicer. I start daydreaming about going to Finland.

We get to my place and Elias offers to wait outside and drive me back to Ville’s when I done. I politely refuse and advise him I will be a while, and I’ll just drive myself back up when I’m done. He leaves me his number.

Back in my flat, I feel a little alien. It doesn’t feel like home anymore. Home is not a place: home is with Ville. I log onto Spotify and check out Ville’s old band, HIM. There he is, shirtless, wearing the lowest belt buckle possible. I giggle, as one of the few women to see his cock tattoo in all its glory. I have to shake the image of him in front of me with my lips wrapped around his…

I select the album with my favourite artwork, Razorblade Romance, and play it loudly whilst I shower. Shampoo in my hair, I giggle as Ville sings “I’m ready to take your six six six in my heart”. I close my eyes and think about how much love is in his eyes when he looks at me, and feel incredibly lucky. I realise we’re not exactly a normal couple, and we’ve not really done any “normal couple” activities. I think about Ville, in his gothic best, playing mini golf and burst out laughing.

Time goes quickly, listening to my love on CD. I slip on a black long sleeved crop top and matching pencil skirt. I pair them with some black stiletto Louboutins that an ex once bought me; grabbing a pair of docs to drive in. I pack a bag with toiletries and clothes, assuming Ville would want me to stay for the next few days until I have to return to work. I skip out of my flat and jump in the car. I decide to listen to And Love Said No best of album. “That probably would’ve been the best place to start” I mutter to myself. I listen intently to the lyrics as I try to navigate busy Saturday night London streets.

Kill me

I begged and love said no

Leave me

For dead and let me go

My heart aches for him. I want to ask about his exes, who hurt him, and I want to take away his pain. I have to remind myself that we have been dating a matter of days, but for some reason it feels as though I have known him a lifetime. I can’t shake the feeling that we are twin flames, incomplete without one another. I glance at the time on the dashboard: seven pm. It’s almost dark, I had wanted to get to Ville before he woke up; I curse the city traffic making me late.

I type six six six in at the ornate black steel gates and park up by the fountain outside Ville’s home. I see him sat on a bench outside, a vape pen between his slender fingers. I watch him inhale and blow the vapour out between his plump pink lips. I feel compelled to taste him, and his lips curve up in a smile when he sees me.

I get out of the car and briskly walk to him; he stands and we crash into each other. Our tongues dancing as we kiss passionately, my hands around his neck and his fall to the small of my back. I pull away, breathlessly, taking in oxygen.

Ville grins. “Hi baby, have a nice day?” He asks sweetly.

“It’s nicer now I’m with you.” I smile, my eyes flitting to his vape pen, “Tastes like cherry” I muse.

“Mmm” he says, “I like things that taste sweet” he glances down at me hungrily.

“I’m sorry, I wanted to be back before you woke up” I say regretfully.

“Don’t be sorry, it gave me time to eat and get changed.” He strokes my cheek absentmindedly with his pale hand. “How shall we spend our night, darling? I would love to take you upstairs right now, but I quite like the anticipation”, he smirks, suggestively.

I blush furiously. “Do not tempt me, you wicked man!” I laugh.

“Oh, love, I am more beast than man, which is a bit more obvious in bed I feel.” He raises his eyebrows as my arousal makes itself known in the dampening of my panties. Goddamn it! How does he have this effect on my body? And so quickly, at that?

“You are free to back up your fighting words later tonight, Mister.” I try to look serious. “…and I was thinking, Ville, have you ever played mini golf?”

He throws back his head to laugh. “Me? Mini golf? No, but I am an old man so it certainly sounds fitting.” I smile.

“Well then, old man, take me [I pause deliberately] to mini golf.” I pout my lips, stifling a laugh.

“As you wish, evil temptress.” Ville winks, leading me into Elias’ BMW and back into the city.

Streetlights dance as I ride in the car with Ville. “You look delicious, by the way.” He says as his eyes rake over my body, lustfully.

“Good thing you already ate.” I catch his gaze and we laugh together. He cuddles me in the back of the car and we make out sweetly. He caresses my cheek and wraps strands of my hair around his rough fingers.

“I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you, darling. I am so in love with you.” He whispers, his confession barely audible. I nuzzle into his neck to hide my watery eyes, and he cradles me tightly.

Once Elias drops us off in the city, Ville and I go to play mini golf. The golfing club looks like a child toy in his large hands, and I spend a significant portion of our time giggling at him. He watches me get a hole in one and I celebrate. He smirks.

“What??” I ask, sheepishly.

“I could get used to mini golf. I can’t think of a better view.” It takes me a while to realise he is staring at my ass in my tight skirt.

“Oh Ville, you pervert.” I roll my eyes, nonchalantly.

“If you’re going to label me as such, then I shall live up to the name” he grins. He walks up to take his shot and squeezes my ass in his large hand on the way past. I playfully swat him away, but I love his touch and he knows it.

Ville is terrible at mini golf and uses his foot to edge the golf ball in when he thinks I’m not looking. I tease his terrible sportsmanship, but really I think he is deliberately letting me win. When we are all golfed out, we walk hand-in-hand in the cool night until we find a bar. I get a strong sense of deja vu before realising it is the same bar from the night I met Ville, dimly lit and cosy. Ville picks a booth at the back and I sit next to him. We hold hands and kiss for at least ten minutes until I realise we haven’t even ordered a drink. I turn the pages of the little cocktail menu whilst Ville’s large hand squeezes my thigh. I try to ignore the arousal long enough to select a drink. I opt for some sort of pink cherry gin cocktail which comes garnished with mint and glacier cherries. I seductively pull a cherry out of the glass by the stem and eat it slowly. Ville knows exactly what I am doing, and squeezes my thigh harder. He leans in and growls “I would love to eat one of those from your perfect lips”… I shiver.

“Go on, then.” I dare and pop the other cherry between my teeth.

Ville laughs, “Not those lips” and I feel my panties moisten. We are several cocktails in, and Ville excuses himself to go to the bathroom after a heavy make out session. I sigh, the alcohol and love and serotonin making me feel on top of the world.

Very suddenly, Larissa is in front of me. “Hi, Little Miss Ignore-My-Calls! Who’s the guy you’re with?” I feel ambushed and my cheeks start feeling warm. Her stare is intense and her presence is not welcome.

“Oh, hi Larissa, sorry I’ve been busy. Um, his name is Ville.” I see a man standing at the bar watching us, and assume he is Larissa’s date. He looks positively ordinary and dull, and I pity her.

“Ville?” laughs Larissa “What kind of name is that? Wait, hang on, is this VEE?” I silently beg for Ville to spend longer in the bathroom whilst I shake her off.

“Well, yeah, we-“ As usual, she rudely cuts me off.

“The guy that followed you home? The guy that beat up the random guys? Are you stupid? He’s dangerous! What are you even doing?” My eyes dart around in panic and rest on Ville, coming out of the restroom.

“Larissa, I know what I’m doing. Please-“. Ville catches my eye and senses my discomfort. In a minute he is beside me with a hand on my waist.

“Hello…” he says to Larissa; she ignores him and looks towards me.

“He’s weird. I know you’re lonely but you need to be careful who you-“ My anger boils over at her disrespect of Ville.

“Larissa, respectfully, go fuck yourself!” I say defiantly as her mouth falls open. “You have never cared about me or who I am as a person. You have only used me as something to kill time inbetween multiple dates with multiple guys. What makes you think YOU can lecture ME about dating the right man?” My voice starts to waiver and my pitch increases. I feel myself shaking.

“What the fuck? I have only ever been a good friend to you, but hey if you wanna end up murdered, don’t come crying to me!” I start to become visibly upset as I sense my eyes welling with tears.

“FUCK YOU, Larissa, I am more than done! God forbid I ever do something that makes ME happy!” I get up and hurry out of the bar. Ville gets up to follow.

“Don’t fucking hurt her!” warns Larissa, pointing her finger aggressively towards Ville’s chest.

Ville responds calmly. “I think you’ve hurt her enough. You needn’t worry about her or our relationship.” Ville looks over to her date at the bar and smirks; he leans in and whispers, “Just so you know, he popped a pill in your cocktail.”

Ville joins me outside. I am a drunken mess and a mix of sadness and embarrassment. I am incoherent and inconsolable. Before I know it, Ville and I are back in Elias’ car and heading back to his home. I bury in my face in Ville’s blazer jacket, “I’m so s-sorry!” I sob.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, my love.” He runs his palm up and down my back, soothing me.

“I’ve ruined our night.” I hiccup and cry. He strokes my hair and eventually I calm down and my breathing returns to normal. When we return, Ville opens the door and leads me up the stairs to his bedroom. I pop off my heels and sit on his bed, hugging my knees, feeling unworthy of the beautiful man I am dating. He stands next to the bed and lifts my chin with his finger to kiss me. I pull away.

“Why do you even want to be with me? I’m a mess.” The sorrow is evident in his beautiful sea green eyes.

“I wish to all the nonexistent gods that you could see what I see. You are the most beautiful woman in this life and the next. I, wait, sometimes it’s better to explain by song…” He takes his blazer off, kicks off his converse and grabs his acoustic guitar. He sits in front of me on his bed, cross legged, and begins to strum. He does not break eye contact as he sings sweetly to me…

Let me wake up in your arms

Hear you say it's not alright

Let me be so dead and gone

So far away from life

Close my eyes

Hold me tight

And bury me deep inside your heart

All I ever wanted was you, my love

You're all I ever wanted is you, my love

You're all I ever wanted, just you

Let me never see the sun

And never see you smile

Let us be so dead and so gone

So far away from life

Just close my eyes

Hold me tight

And bury me deep inside your heart

All I ever wanted was you, my love

You're all I ever wanted is you, my love

You're all I ever wanted, you, oh my love

You're all I ever wanted, you, my love

That's the way it's always been

My heart stops beating only for you Baby

Only for your loving

All I ever wanted was you, my love

You're all I ever wanted is you, my love

You're all I ever wanted, you, my love

You're all I ever wanted, you, my love

“Shh”, he soothes, placing his guitar on the floor and sitting next to me. He wraps his arms around my waist and nuzzles into my neck as I sob uncontrollably yet again.

“Ville….” I say, my throat tight, the tears starting again “I-“.

After a moment I regain the ability to speak. “Ville, I love you so much. I don’t know who I was before I met you, but I know that I can’t live without you. Please don’t let me go.” His arms tighten around me and he sighs.

“I can’t believe you are mine.” He wipes the tears from my eyes with his thumbs. “Let me hold you while you sleep.” He smiles encouragingly. We both undress to our underwear and collapse in bed. He wraps his arms around the front of me and places light kisses in the crook of my neck; we fit together perfectly.

Remembering that the man behind me is a fucking Adonis, I begin to rock my hips back and forth, grinding in to him softly. “Baby… you’re drunk.” he protests.

“So?” I ask, reaching behind me to stroke his cock through his boxers.

“Fuck!” he gasps. “I want you, I always want you, but I can’t take advantage of you like this.”

I pout and snap my hand back. “You wouldn’t have said no if I had cherries in me.” I whine pathetically, folding my arms in front of me.

Ville laughs. “I promise you the first thing I will do tomorrow is have you screaming my name... after I send Elias off to purchase cherries.”

My body reacts, his words fuelling the fire. “Mmm, you’re so meeaann…” I moan, as I drift out of consciousness.