Bulletproof

“Oh Ville, you shouldn’t have!” I exclaimed as I peered at the elegant necklace in my hands, nestled in a black velvet box. It was a simple white gold chain that tied into a knot at the end. We’d moved to the den, sitting on the couch in front of the fire as a movie played in the background. He’s explained to me that in Finnish culture, they found silence enjoyable and didn’t feel the need to have noise going constantly but he’d learned that Americans were not so eager to sit in silence and wanted me to be comfortable. I’d tried to politely decline but he insisted. “Let me show off my knowledge in American customs,” he had joked with a wink, I figured I would let him have his fun.
“Is it too much?” he questioned, suddenly alert. The olive tones in his eyes were sparkling in the light.
“No, it’s perfect thank you, can you help me with this?” I requested as I took it gently out of the box and placed it in his open palm. He smiled, looking pleased with himself and moved behind me as I pulled my hair up and out of the way.

I did my best not to shiver as his warm hands caressed the skin of my neck with the lightest of touches as he did the clasp with a chuckle, the knot coming to rest right at my sternum.

“It’s amazing,” I commented, turning to look at him again with a grin.
“I’m happy you like it,” he beamed at me.
“I love it,” I answered. I’d never been gifted something so intricate. I was afraid to touch it for fear of breaking it.

He leaned in and searched my eyes for a moment before pressing his lips against my own.

Fuck I loved that. I deepened the kiss, much to his surprise. He went stiff for a moment before relaxing into it. Kissing him felt so natural, like breathing. I wanted more. I had no idea what I was doing and strictly went off instinct as I pressed my hand against his chest and pushed him back, crawling into his lap with ease as our tongues danced. I could feel my hormones raging, blood pooling in places it rarely went. I was thankful for him being distracted as a crimson blush took over my face as the feeling of arousal took over my body. His hands were under my shirt, traveling up my sides experimentally.

Unexpectedly, he grabbed ahold of me and flipped us so that he was leaning over me, and he pulled away enough to look at me. I watched him through lust-filled eyes as he panted heavily. His own pupils were blown wide to the extent I could only catch a sliver of green in them.

“Voi kultaseni… you need to behave,” he growled, kissing me passionately before detaching himself from the couch completely and grabbing a cigarette and lighting it. He took a quick draw and exhaled with evident frustration. I looked up at him, partially confused as well as a bit downtrodden he had pulled away.
“Did I… Did I do something wrong?” I asked, feeling a bit rejected. I sat up and fixed my shirt, my eyes never leaving him as he leaned against the mantle in front of me.
“Fuck baby, no,” he immediately was next to me, comforting me with his presence, cupping my cheek in his hand and I couldn’t help but lean into it.
“It’s just, I’m a gentleman, but a man, nonetheless,” he explained, finishing his cigarette and flicked the butt into the fire beside us without so much as a glance.
“I don’t follow,” I replied as I furrowed my brow. Was this not what he wanted? It seemed like that’s all anyone else wanted. What was I doing wrong?
“I once heard an American saying… Oh how did it go?” He stared past me in thought. “Something about not poking a bear or something I think.”
“Do you not want this?” I questioned, trying to ignore the growing feeling of rejection in my heart.
“Wynter,” he looked me in the eyes with a stern face. “I mean this in the politest way possible, but I want you to know the only thing stopping me from carrying you upstairs and doing things to you that you’ve only had wet dreams about, is the fact that I am morally objected to doing so.”
“Why? Why is it the one person I’d like to do these things with is ‘morally objected’ to it?” I sighed and threw my hands up in frustration. I tried to ignore the blood boiling in my loins, reacting to his words.
“My sweet, has it ever occurred to you maybe I want something from you that those other men did not?” he said with a playful look in his eyes as he watched me.
“Well of course,”
“You are a beautiful woman Wynter, but you’re much much more than that,” he murmured, leaning in to press his lips against mine softly before pulling back. “I plan to worship every part of you, not just your body. Although that will come in due time,” he added emphasis to the word come with a wink, making me grin as I wrinkled my nose and playfully smacked his bicep with a giggle before suppressing a yawn.
“I think we should get to bed. I plan to show you all the beauty Helsinki holds tomorrow, and you’ll need your rest,” he smiled, gracefully getting to his feet and holding his hand out to help me up. My heart jumped in my chest again, partly due to the idea of spending time with him, but most of it was from the idea of sharing a bed with him again.
“Oh, so I am going to end up in your bed after all?” I remarked with a playfully raised eyebrow.
He retracted his open hand suddenly and gave me a wicked grin.

Grabbing my ankle that was positioned closest to him, he quickly yanked me towards him and threw me over his shoulder all in a matter of seconds. I let out a breathy laugh as he carried me as if I weighed nothing.

“Ville!” I squealed, pounding his back with my fists as he dug his hands into my thighs, tickling there.
“I thought you wanted this?” he cried with a laugh, making his way up the stairs, still taking advantage of my helpless position.
“Not- not this,” I managed through breaths, laughing hysterically.
“Oh, my love, this is just the foreplay,” he answered and tossed me on the bed, straddling me, and trapping me on my back.
“Ville, no!” I burst into fits of giggles after he dug into my ribs, my arms pinned to my sides.
He stared down at me, determined green eyes never leaving my face as he stopped for a moment so I could catch my breath.
“I love your laugh,” he smiled sweetly as I panted, meeting his gaze.
“Yeah, well it’s hard not to laugh with your fat ass pinning me down and forcing me to,” I grinned.
“That’s no way to talk to the man who has you at his mercy,” he simpered, leaning down and kissing my nose, which I then wrinkled with a sneer.
“You can’t hold me forever,” I challenged defiantly.
“I can assure you I have every intent to,” he chuckled and leaned down and nuzzled my face affectionately, his dark curls tickling my face gently. My heart melted at the idea.
“Well can I at least get my pajamas on first?” I asked as he continued his affections. I was ready to be out of my jeans and into comfy pants.
“Mmm… getting your pants off and I don’t even have to try,” he joked, kissing along my jaw line.
“Don’t poke a sleeping bear, remember?” I quoted him with a smirk.
“Well can I at least spoon it tonight?” he questioned, resting his head on my chest gently and looking up at me.
“I suppose you may, if of course it doesn’t put my ever-so delicate morality at risk. I’d hate to think of what the neighbors might think of me,” I faked his accent terribly with a grin.
“Agreed, now get dressed. This gentleman is exhausted,” he said rolling off me and turning toward a drawer and pulling what I assumed was nightclothes and made a start for the door.
“You can change in here, I’ll step out,” he informed me as I sat up.
“No peaking!” I called as he shut the door behind him.
“No guarantees!” he yelled back with a laugh, but I could hear him heading towards the bathroom.

I broke out in about ten shades of crimson and was thankful he hadn’t seen me. My heart was fluttering in my chest still from happiness. This was turning out to be the best damn birthday ever