Scream Me a Dream

Evening of October 30, 2010
8:30pm
Corona Bar, Helsinki, Finland

He took a drag of his beer, looking absently as his phone for the fifth time, only to wince at himself. He wasn’t used to waiting for women, usually women waited for him. He sort of hated himself for knowing that she was half an hour late and he was still at the bar, sipping on his first and only drink like an eager puppy.

He felt a slight vibration near his hand and nearly jumped out of his seat as he grabbed his phone and looked at the ID. ‘Bam’, it read. It was official, he sighed; he definitely hated himself. Shaking his head, he answered his phone.

“Hei Bam.”

“Hey! Where the fuck are you?!”

“I’m at Corona, but…”

“Great!” Bam laughed. “I’m like two blocks away. I’ll meet you there!”

Before Jussi had a chance to argue, Bam had already hung up. Sighing, he hung up his own phone, noting the time and that she was now forty five minutes late. With that thought, he took another drag of his beer.

He stared at the bottle, rolling it between his palms, trying to figure out what it was about this woman that kept him rooted to the barstool. He only looked up when he heard a familiar and unmistakable ‘Yo!’ ring out through the bar. Lifting his head he grinned at Bam, getting up to hug the man before resuming his seat.

“Where the fuck is everyone?” Bam asked sitting next to Jussi and signaling the bartender for a beer.

“Everyone as in…” Jussi hedged.

“Tried calling Jyrki and he’s not answering, dropped by Ville’s and he’s not home, I tried his phone and got his voice mail, I even tried Ville’s chick friend, Soya.”

Jussi snorted. “By ‘chick friend’ I assume you mean ‘girlfriend’?”

“So they’re official?” Bam asked nodding at the bartender and taking a drink of his beer.

“As of about 3 months ago Bam-Bam.” Jussi laughed.

“Good for them.”

“You hate it.” Jussi smirked.

“I do, but he’s happy right?”

“The man can’t stop smiling, sickening really.”

“So, really where is everyone?”

“Jyrki went to Berlin to see his girlfriend; she got him tickets to see The Fuzztones at Bassy, they invited Ville and Soya and they went.”

Bam opened his mouth to say something only to stop when his phone rang out; he looked at the screen before answering the call.

“What’s up, fat boy?” he asked with his grin, only to roll his eyes. “Fuck if I know, Phil! I left everything you told me to on the desk….Well then just send it all!” Bam said with a shake of his head. “Yes everything with an address; just fucking send it…all right then, bye.”

“Your dad?” Jussi asked once Bam hung up the phone.

“Yeah, some fans asked for some autographs so I left them in a folder on the desk like he told me to, and apparently he can’t find them.” Bam rolled his eyes. “So I told him just to send everything that’s on the desk.”

Jussi laughed. “Of course you did.”

“So Berlin?”

Jussi nodded. “Yeah, Jyrki comes back Monday, but then leaves for Barcelona on Friday after our gig, then flies back on Saturday afternoon.”

Bam blinked. “What?”

Jussi shrugged. “Impi has her last soccer game on Saturday and Jyrki promised he’d be there, so he’s going, though he made the promise before we had the dates for the tour.”

“When does Ville get back?”

Jussi shrugged. “I’m not sure; from what Soya told me, they’re staying the rest of the week in Barcelona with Rose, but I’m not sure when they’re coming back. Aida probably knows.”

“Who the fuck is Aida?”

Jussi laughed. “Soya’s little sister; she talks to them every night. They’ve probably already talked to her tonight and turned their phones off which is probably why they’re not answering. That, or Lyn took them away, she tends to do that.”

“And you got stuck here by yourself?”

“Ah…I’m actually waiting on someone.” Jussi admitted with a wry smile as he checked his phone again, she was now an hour and twenty minutes late.

“Is that why you’re all dressed up?” Bam laughed looking at Jussi. He was in tight black jeans, a black button down shirt, the first two buttons undone with a black coat over. His hair wasn’t its usually spiked fashion, having left it down and put on a grey fedora. “So, who are you meeting?”

“Me.”

XxxxxxX

“Did they at least say when they would get here?” Ville asked checking his phone. The doors to Bassy had opened half an hour ago and The Fuzztones were due to start playing any minute. He was surprised that Soya and Rosalind weren’t already in the club, as they were both looking forward to the concert

The only contact he’d had with Soya was through text; she’d texted him nearly an hour after they parted, telling him to wear his leather pants; though he knew it had been Rosalind who had texted him as she’d used shorthand text that Soya never used. The second text had arrived as he was reaching their room to get ready for that night, saying she was going to get ready with Rosalind and would meet him at the club.

That had been nearly two hours ago, and even Jyrki had been kicked out of his own room the minute he’d finished changing.

“No, Rosalind just said they’d meet us here and then slammed the door in my face.” Jyrki rolled his eyes, obviously used to his girlfriend’s pushy nature. Ville often wondered how Jyrki was able to put up with his girlfriend most days, but when asked, Jyrki just shrugged, said that with ten years under his belt and four vases aimed at his head, he was too damn used to his girlfriend’s ways to try and change her. And when asked about the vases, he would again shrug, say he deserved them and let the subject drop.

“All I know is that they better get here soon, or else, they’re going to miss it.” Ville said, looking around the club, that had filled up fast in the last half hour, people starting to crowd around the stage.

“As if we would really miss this.”

Ville and Jyrki both looked up, and for the first time in a long time, Ville actually saw Jyrki swallow harshly as he stared at Rosalind.

“You’re wearing black.” He said hoarsely, looking up and down at her outfit.

Rosalind placed her hands on her hips as she stared at him. “I’ve been known to wear black on occasion Jyrks.”

She was in a black cut out halter top, that not only just covered her cleavage, and only her cleavage put pushed it up. The skirt she wore settled on her waist, a little triangle cut out showing off the tanned skin of her stomach and belly button; she turned slightly, only making Jyrki shift in his seat as he noticed her back was bare, except for the lone strap that held her halter top up.

She wore gold bangle bracelets on each wrist, her gold skull and pearl ring sitting on her right ring finger, while long red earrings dangled from her ears; her usual wavy brown hair was curled and loose tucked behind her ears. Her legs were bare, the skirt falling just above her knees, though in true Rosalind style, she wore a pair of heels, well, Ville classified them as heels, he was sure if he said it to Rosalind she would look at him as if he were an idiot. Half the shoes were a red heel, only to come up in black leather and wrap around her ankle like a boot.

“Yeah.” Jyrki croaked, looking away from her and shaking his head, before looking back at her. “Yeah, I know.”

“Where’s Soya?” Ville asked.

“Getting drinks.” Rosalind said with a smile. “You are going to love how I dressed Soya up.”

“You do know she’s not your own personal dress-up doll, right?” Ville teased, only to choke on his words as he saw Soya walk up to them holding two glasses and handing one to Rosalind.

“Hey you.” She said leaning down to kiss him lightly.

Ville blinked, positive that his reaction to Soya’s outfit was far more noticeable than Jyrki’s. Though her outfit wasn’t as baring as Rosalind’s, it was just as effective.

She wore a tight black leather dress that hugged her in all the right places and dipped low, showing off the tops of her breasts and the teardrop diamond from the necklace he’d given her laying between them. He’d never been as jealous of inanimate object as he was at that moment. Over the dress, that he knew dipped low as she’d turned to look over at the stage, she wore a short little black shrug.

It wasn’t even the dress that killed him, it was the boots. Definitely the fucking boots, he thought as he drank them in. They weren’t just regular boots, they were fucking thigh high leather boots, that ended about three inches below her dress. ‘Hooker boots’ he had heard Rosalind call them through the dull roar that was echoing through his ears.

“Ville?”

Ville blinked as he looked back up at her. “What?”

Soya laughed as she scooted into the booth next to him. “Nevermind.” She said shaking her head, only to turn when the crowd started getting a bit more rowdy and started screaming, signaling the start of the show. When he turned to Jyrki, he was already gone.

“They went backstage to watch.” Soya said, placing a hand on his leg, only to grin at him. “You wore the pants.”

Ville laughed. “You told me to, with good reason. God, Soya, you look…” Ville shook his head. “You have me speechless.”

“Good.” Soya laughed. “You have me pretty speechless myself.” She whispered as the band started playing behind them. He watched her carefully, the make up around her eyes making her grey eyes look darker, nearly black; the red on her lips catching his attention even more as she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth as she watched him in return.

“How was your Checkpoint Charlie?” she asked, leaning back to talk into his ear as the music burst through the amplifiers that surrounded them.

Ville pulled away and grinned at her before moving forward, placing his hand on her thigh, the small patch of bare skin between her dress and those fucking boots. “It was fun; I’ve been there before though.” He told her, her lips brushing his cheek as he talked into her ear. “You would have liked the museum though. I’m guessing shopping was fun?” he asked, his thumb tracing little circles on her thigh.

This time she didn’t move from her position, her back was resting on his chest, her lips still brushing her cheek, while his own chin rested on her shoulder so he could reach her ear.

“Once we found our outfits, Rosalind dragged me to a salon to get my nails done.”

Ville chewed the inside of his cheek to keep his groan in check, her lips having moved up and brushing against his earlobe as she spoke. He looked over at her fingers that she was wiggling for him, grinning when he saw the black glittery polish that graced her nails.

“Very pretty.” He said, watching as she sucked her lip back into her mouth, having a feeling she was just as affected as he was, if the biting of her lip was any indication.

Giving in, finding no reason not to, he brushed his thumb over her lip, making her let go of it, before leaning down and capturing her bottom lip himself, kissing it first, before nipping lightly. The hand that had been resting on his leg tightened as she allowed herself to be kissed, a soft moan escaping and causing him to chuckle lowly.

She turned then, deepening the kiss, her free hand running through his hair, before settling on the nape of his neck and massaging lightly. They both pulled away at the same time, resting their foreheads together. Ville watched her carefully as he tried to catch his breath; her eyes were clenched shut, her fingers still working softly on his neck before she blew out a slow breath.

“Dance?” she whispered.

“It would be a pity for you not to dance in that dress.” He said his voice an octave deeper as she moved away from him and out of the booth. Feeling the heat of not only the club itself but of the hundreds of bodies pressing against each other, he unwound his black scarf from his neck and lay it on the bench before shrugging out of his coat and laying it next to his scarf.

Looking up, he sat stunned once again as Soya shrugged out of her little coat, leaving her arms bare and showing the little ruffled straps of her dress. She held out her hand with a smile, he reached for it, letting her pull him out of the booth. He watched as she turned, giving him the full view of her bare back, along with the knowledge that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

They settled in the middle of the crowd, Soya placing his hands on her hips as she watched The Fuzztones play. He tried to concentrate on the band, tried to concentrate of the crash of bodies that surrounded him, but all he could feel was Soya underneath his hands, her body moving slowly against his, even though the music that surrounded them was much faster in beat.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss on the side of her neck, feeling her pulse beneath his lips; he sucked lightly causing her to gasp, her arms coming around to band around his neck.

“Ville.” She groaned her voice so low that had Ville not been near her mouth he would have missed it.

“You wanna go?” he whispered.

“I’m not much of a Fuzztones fan.” She lied, giving him a small smile before letting him lead her out of the crowd towards their booth. He handed her the little shrug she was wearing before and the little black clutch that he hadn’t noticed earlier; he then grabbed his jacket and scarf and led her out of the club.

“Oh!” Soya turned towards the stage. “Rose.”

“I’ll take care of it.” Ville said ushering her out the door, and waving down a cab. He opened the door for her; pulling out his phone from his pocket that was now ten times tighter than it had been when he entered the club. He flipped his phone open, sending Jyrki a quick text, letting him know they’d left earlier than expected and they’d meet up later the next day.

He lifted his hips to put his phone back in his pocket, only for Soya to grab it from him and open her little purse.

“Wallet too.” She said, her hand out.

Ville smirked, pulling out his wallet and handing it to her before pulling her to his side. Her hand closed her purse before resting it high on his thigh, her fingers tracing circles much like his had done earlier. Only instead of staying in the same spot as he did, her fingers traced up and down his thigh, closer and closer to his already hard erection that was pressing against the seam of his pants.

He blew out an unsteady breath and dubbed the ten minute cab ride from the club to their hotel the longest cab ride he’d ever ridden in his life.

The cab pulled to a stop in front of their hotel, Soya taking care of paying the driver, as she had both their wallets, while Ville got out, rearranging himself as best he could in his leather pants. He held out his hand, helping Soya out of the cab.

They walked through the empty lobby, the receptionist greeting them with a smile, as they walked towards the elevators, Soya’s boots clicking with each step she took as he pushed the elevator button a bit harder than he meant to.

It opened seconds later, Soya stepping in first and leaning against the mirrored walls, as he pushed the button to their floor. The minute the doors closed, he latched onto her, his fingers digging into her hips as he kissed her hard, their teeth and tongues clashing, a moan echoed around the elevator and he wasn’t sure which of them had let it escape.

Her fingers undid the bottom buttons of his shirt pushing it apart so her hands could run up and down his stomach, while his own hands ran down her hips, pushing her further back against the elevator as he reached the bare skin between her dress and her boots. This time Soya did moan, her lips leaving his as she gasped for air, her fingers running to his back and nails biting as he moved down to kiss her neck.

They both froze when they heard the loud ding, signaling the elevator doors opened, but not to their floor. Soya rested her forehead against Ville’s chest trying to regain her breath as he moved them to the corner blocking them from the new occupants of the elevator.

He was going to behave, especially because he had a feeling that Soya was beet red from getting caught making out in an elevator, so he swore the minute those doors closed and the new occupants whispered to themselves, that he would behave. But then Soya’s hands had moved from his back to his stomach then down to the front of his pants to the quite obvious bulge that lay there.

At first he thought it was an honest mistake, no way would his innocent little Soya grope him in the elevator with other people inside, but then her fingers rubbed, and along with the strangled groan he attempted to hide in Soya’s neck, his self imposed rule to ‘behave’ went right out the window.

His fingers dug into the back of her thighs, causing a quiet gasp to be pressed into his chest as he inched her dress higher, biting his lip hard when he felt the lace of her underwear.

“Fucking love lace.” He muttered, as he felt her fingers move to his hip and dig in.

The elevator dinged announcing they’d reached their floor. He pulled Soya’s dress down and moved so she stood in front of him as they exited the elevator, ignoring the stares from the other occupants as they walked out and down the hallway to their room.

Soya struggled to open her clutch, her fingers shaking, only to finally get it open, nearly dropping it in the process. Ville grabbed it before it fell and let her grab the card key from her purse; she inserted it in the slot, but paused before she opened the door.

“Soya?” he asked, wondering if they were on the same page as to what was going to happen once they entered the room. He didn’t know if his lower region could take it if they weren’t on the same page.

Soya smirked at him, before pushing the door open, gripping his shirt and pulling him in. Yes, he thought as he absently put the “do not disturb” sign on the knob, letting the door close behind him; they were definitely on the same page.