Scream Me a Dream

Her breathing was already ragged as she threw her purse to the floor along with her little sweater; Ville’s own jacket and scarf hit the ground as well. Not waiting to be prompted, she finished what she started in the elevator, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt before pushing it off his shoulders.

The shirt fell to the ground and, instead of running her fingers down his chest, she moved forward; her boots gave her the height needed to reach his neck as she placed kisses there and moved down slowly, feeling the groan his emitted as she kissed the center of his chest, her fingers circling the Heartagram tattoo around his nipple.

Ville pushed her back, finding the zipper of her dress and undoing it. Without hesitation, she shrugged off the straps of her dress, pulling her arms out and letting Ville pull the dress off her.

“Fucking love lace.” Ville said, burying his face in her neck while his hands ran down her body, only to trail back up to cup her breasts. Soya moaned loudly at the contact, her fingers digging into his hips as he walked her backwards.

“My boots.” She whispered, though how the thought had even gotten through her liquefied brain was beyond her.

“Leave them on.” Ville muttered.

“That’s like me asking you to leave the pants on.” Soya moaned as her legs hit the couch and she tumbled onto it, Ville lying on top of her. “Totally counter-” She gasped as his mouth replaced his hand on her breast, her fingers weaving through his hair to keep him in place. “Productive.” She finished with a gasp as her hips lifted and made contact with his leather clad hips and his obvious arousal.

“Fuck.” He hissed as he shifted slightly, only to misjudge the width of the couch and tumble off her and onto the floor, bringing her with him with a groan.

Soya laughed as she straddled his waist, leaning down to press their bare chests together. “Eager?” she whispered shifting her hips, only to groan with him as she rubbed against him.

Ville went to grab her to turn her around, but his elbow smacked on the table that sat next to them. He pushed at the table, wanting more space to move and ignoring the sound of crashing glass and he flipped her over to the space he’d made.

“Ville.” Soya groaned, her legs opening, allowing him to settle between them. Not being able to help it, he ground his hips against her, the low whimpering sounds encouraging him. “Ville, pants.” She groaned, her fingers moving down to undo the button on his pants, only for Ville to hiss against her stomach, which he’d been kissing, when her fingers made contact with his erection.

“Vittu.” He groaned, as her hands moved away to push his pants down. Kicking off his shoes, he shoved his pants the rest of the way down. “Your turn.” He whispered as he regained his focus and leaned down to kiss her stomach again while it went up and down at a rapid pace. He nipped at her hips, tongued the small beads of moisture that started to cover Soya’s body and hooked his fingers on either side of her lace underwear before pulling them down.

He threw the lace behind his shoulder, letting it land where they landed, looked back at her and stared at her in amazement.

“Your nails are not the only thing you had done today.” He stated, running his knuckles over her bare mound, causing her breathing to come out faster, one hand biting into his back while the other searched behind her for something to grab, only to grasp at the table leg since it was the only thing available.

As much as he wanted to touch her, and as much as he knew she wanted him to, he avoided the sleek area, trailing his fingers and mouth onto the small patch of bare skin of her thigh before the leather of the boots he’d made her keep on interfered.

“Fucking love these boots.” He whispered, repeating the process to her other thigh before finally moving his fingers to her sleek opening, groaning when he felt just how ready she was for him.

“It’s the pants.” She teased, only to moan when his thumb brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Is it?” he asked moving up her body, leaving wet kisses in his way before resting his forehead against hers, their mouths panting against each other; they both released moans when she moved her hips up, rubbing against him.

“No, definitely you.” She whimpered, as his hand trailed up her arm, loosening her grip on the table leg to intertwine their fingers and hold it above her head while he felt her other hand grip at his back. “Ville, olkaa hyvä.”

Ville chuckled as her knees tightened against his waist. He licked his lips, his own breathing coming out ragged. “Because you asked so nicely...” He whispered before thrusting into her. Her shocked gasp brought a bit of lucidity into his thoughts as he cursed and held himself still.

“Fuck, Soya, I…perkele.” He muttered staring at her with wide eyes.

Her hand left his back and cupped his cheek. “It’s fine, I’m fine. I just need you to move Ville.”

“Like out?” he asked stupidly staring at her.

Soya couldn’t help but laugh as she leaned up to kiss him. Her hips moving, shifting, causing a low keening moan to escape her lips, Ville’s own groan escaping when he slipped out of her, the friction nearly killing him.

“Ville, unohtaa olen neitsyt ja sierra.” She moaned, her eyes closing at the movement. (Ville, forget I’m a virgin and move.)

“Oleto varma?”(Are you sure?)

“You’re already in!” she said her eyes snapping open, “Stop now and I’ll kill you.”

Ville laughed only to swallow it as he slipped back into her, her back arching and her hand slipping off his face to move to his back again. She moaned his name and he couldn’t help but groan as he thrust into her, a bit harder than he had intended. He was about to apologize and slow down his speed to make it more comfortable for her when he felt her knees tighten around him, and her nails biting into his lower back.

“Taas.” she gasped, her fingers tightening around his. “Taas.” She gasped again.

Listening to the direction she gave, he thrust a bit harder, their hips moving against each other faster, and their breaths coming out jagged. Ville, let go of Soya’s hand, the now free hand gripping at his side, digging in, he knew that in the morning he’d have marks from the scratches she’d given him, but he couldn’t find it in him to care even in the slightest. He rested his forehead against her shoulder, panting against her as they thrust against each other.

He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, and was grateful when he heard Soya’s moans get a bit higher in pitch and her inner walls clench against him. He shifted slightly, moving his hand down her side and allowing his thumb to reach that sweet little bundle of nerves. He didn’t have to give her much encouragement; his thrusts and his finger combined caused her stomach to start quivering against his own, and her walls to clench more tightly around him.

Her back arched up as she gave the silent scream he loved so much, triggering his own orgasm to rip through him.

Catching his breath, he held himself up on shaky arms, not wanting to drop his weight on Soya. Instead, he started to move out of her, only for her grip to tighten on him stopping his movements.

“Where are you going?” she asked, her words soft, as she opened her dark grey eyes to look at him. She watched as Ville stared at her before shaking his head.

“I was going to grab something to clean you up with then move you to the bed.”

“I’m fine, I like it here; just…stay right there for a minute.” She said, gripping his arms. “Come here.”

Ville did as he was told moving over her once again, she patted her chest, signaling him to lie down.

“I’m heavy.” He whispered.

“Since when have I cared?” She teased cupping his cheek. “Come here.”

Ville nodded, allowing his weight to drop on her and his head to rest on her chest. She combed her fingers through his hair, watching him silently before speaking.

“You’re thinking too hard, I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to be able to think after having sex.”

“I didn’t plan this.” Ville admitted.

“I know.” She nodded; she hadn’t planned for it either. She knew without a doubt that they would be having sex that week; it’d been something they’d decided silently, and she’d accepted it. She was ready to have sex, obviously, so she knew that whatever came of that week would be perfect, and it had been.

“I had something planned,” he admitted. “But this wasn’t it.”

Soya blinked, lifting her head to look at him, causing him to do the same. “What?”

“I wanted your first time to be…well, not this.” He admitted shaking his head. “God, Soya, I’d completely forgotten that…”

Soya covered his mouth with her hand shaking her head. “Shut up for a minute.”

“But-” he started underneath her hand.

“No,” she said firmly. “No, I get to talk. Don’t make this, what just happened here, to be something wrong, Ville. Had I not wanted this, I would have put a stop to it before we entered the room, you know that.” She rolled her eyes. “Plus, anything we plan ends up going to crap anyway.”

Ville nodded slowly, causing her to uncover his mouth. “True.” He admitted, a bit unwillingly.

“No offense, Ville, as I’m sure whatever you had planned was…wonderful.” She said with a light smile. “But had we gone that route, we both would have been awkward and weird, and…” she shook her head. “It would have been the beginning of our first date all over again, only about ten times worse.”

Ville burst out laughing, rolling onto his back, as she sat up to look down at him. “You really think that?”

“Oh, kultaseni.” She said leaning down to kiss him softly. “I know so. This, right here, right now, it was perfect.”

“The floor of our hotel room in Berlin, that’s perfect?” he asked, looking into her eyes, trying to find any sort of hint that she was just saying that to make him feel better.

“It’s us.” She laughed, pushing her hair away from her face, causing it to tumble down to one side as she tilted her head. “And ‘us’ is perfect. You couldn’t have made it better, Ville; you couldn’t have made it more perfect than now.” She shook her head. “I swear you’re taking my first time much more to heart then I am.”

“I wanted you to remember it.”

Soya laughed. “Oh, trust me, I’m definitely remembering this.” She looked away then, turning to her boots and unzipping them, not quite believing that she’d left them on.

“I really love those fucking boots.” Ville said as the leather parted showing off the rest of her long legs before she shoved one of the boots off and repeating the process on the other.

“So do I.” she said, watching as he crossed his arms behind his head. “They just hurt like hell after a while.” She turned to him with a smirk. “Rosalind said you’d turn into a simpering fool for them.”

“And a simpering fool I became.” He grinned before sitting up, his fingers running down her spine. “Come on, we’ll take a quick shower and I’ll show you that the bed is a much better place to have sex on than the floor.”

Soya laughed as she watched him stand up, his hand reaching down to help her up. “Oh, I don’t know.” She teased, wrapping her arms around Ville’s waist as they walked towards the bathroom, “Had that couple not walked in and interrupted us, I would have preferred the elevator.”

Ville laughed as he started the water in the shower, letting the water warm up. “I will definitely keep that in mind.”

XxxxxxX

Sunday October 31, 2010
10:00 am

“Do you think they…”

Jyrki stared at his girlfriend as he reached for his orange juice. “I have no idea.”

Rosalind sighed. “They left pretty early.”

Jyrki laughed. “They stayed nearly an hour before they left, Lyn, they could have just gotten tired.”

“Ville said he’d meet us today?”

“That’s what he texted.” Jyrki nodded just as his phone rang.

“Is it them?” Rosalind asked.

Jyrki chuckled as he pulled his phone out, looking at the caller ID and shaking his head at Rosalind before answering. “Hey Bam.”

“Hey!” Bam greeted. “Where are you?”

“Berlin.” Jyrki laughed. “But Jussi told me you’re in Helsinki, sorry I missed you.”

“No, where in Berlin are you?” Bam laughed. “I’m standing in front of the hotel Ville’s staying at, wanted to mess with him; are you in?”

Jyrki frowned. “Ville told you what hotel he was staying at?” Jyrki looked up as he saw Rosalind look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“No, I figured it out for myself, Berlin only has so many nice hotels, I highly doubt he’d take Soya to some second rate place.”

“True.” Jyrki said slowly, following the logic. “So where are you?”

“Grand Hyatt.”

Jyrki blinked. “And you know what room he’s in?”

“Of course.”

Jyrki sighed. “Come to the restaurant.”

“What?”

“I’m at Vox, inside, come in and find me before you go up to Ville’s room.”

“They’re here?!” Rosalind asked with wide eyes.

“Be there in two seconds.” Bam assured before hanging up.

“They’re staying here too?” Rosalind asked.

“Apparently.” Jyrki nodded, picking at his food. “You’re not going to…”

Rosalind rolled her eyes. “Obviously Ville and Soya want their privacy so I won’t intrude on that.”

Jyrki raised an eyebrow. “You thrive on intruding on people’s privacy Lyn.”

“I do, but I mean…” Rosalind shrugged “I love Soya like a sister, and had she wanted me to know they were staying here she would have told me, promise to Ville or not. Obviously the concert isn’t the only reason they came here, so I’ll... rein myself in.” she said with a smirk, hiding it behind her glass as she took her own drink of juice.

Jyrki leaned forward kissing her softly. “That’s very grown up of you sydämeni.”

Rosalind rolled her eyes, only to raise an eyebrow when she saw a man in black tattered jeans, a grey shirt with, from what Rosalind could tell, a portrait of Edgar Allen Poe on it, and a black hoodie, the hood over his head, standing at the entrance of the restaurant scanning the tables. “Yours?”

Jyrki turned, catching sight of Bam and waving him over. “Yes, mine.” Jyrki said turning back to Rosalind just as Bam reached the table, not waiting for an invitation before sitting down across for them.

“Hey Jyrks!” Bam grinned.

“Hey.” Jyrki smiled back. “What are you doing in Berlin?”

“Jussi told me you guys were here; I thought I could spare a day to see you guys before I head back to the gang.”

“You came alone?” Jyrki asked, with a raised eyebrow.

“I did.” Bam laughed before eyeing the woman sitting next to Jyrki with his own raised eyebrow. “Who are you?”

Rosalind scoffed. “Who the hell are you?”

Jyrki placed a calming hand on her arm, knowing that she got offended easily, especially around people that she didn’t know. “Rosalind, this is my friend Bam, Bam, my girlfriend Rosalind.”

Bam shot him a look of surprise, before looking back at Rosalind, where Jyrki was dressed in nearly all black, from the jacket he wore, to the polish he had on his fingernails, Rosalind was all bright colors.

She wore an aqua peasant skirt with little embroidered swirls as the pattern and a bright pink screen tee, with a laughing Patrick from Spongebob Squarepants on it with the bubble letters “OMG” behind him. She didn’t match at all, but just by the clothing, Bam couldn’t help but wonder how that relationship worked.

“What’s with the shirt?” Bam asked.

Rosalind stared at him. “My daughter packed it for me. I haven’t decided whether I like you yet, but you’re tiptoeing a very fine line and you’ve said less than 40 words.”

Jyrki snorted. “Lyn.”

Rosalind rolled her eyes, finishing her juice before standing. “I’m going to go call Imps, see if she’s up yet.” She looked over at Bam, before looking back at Jyrki. “Don’t let him do anything stupid.”

“Much like I can’t rein you in, I have no say with Bam either.”

Rosalind nodded slowly. “I get that, just…I think Ville and Soya left for a reason last night, and I just…”

“I know.” Jyrki nodded, pulling her forward for a kiss. “Go, I’ll be up soon and take you shopping.”

“You know me so well.” Rosalind said kissing him one last time, sending a glare in Bam’s direction before standing up and walking away.

“Dude, you’re girlfriend is kind of a bitch.” Bam said once Rosalind was out of ear shot.

Jyrki winced. “Bam…”

“Sorry.” Bam said lifting his hands in peace. “But she is.”

“She can be around people she doesn’t know, but I’ve been with her on and off for ten years and she’s Soya’s best friend; I’m used to it.”

“Ten years, seriously?”

“We’re coming up on our eleventh year next month.” Jyrki said with a small grin. “So, you came from Hels to Berlin to come hang out with us? What was Jussi up to?”

Bam shrugged. “He was hanging out with some blonde chick last night and this morning when we met to talk about some stuff.”

Jyrki laughed. “Of course.”

“So, we gonna go mess with Ville or what?”

Jyrki winced. “I really don’t think that’s a good idea, Bam.”

“Why not?” Bam asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Because Soya’s with him.”

“Yeah, and I’ve messed with her too.” Bam laughed, standing up, “Come on.”

Jyrki sighed, leaving bills for his meal and following Bam out of the restaurant, knowing there was no use stopping him once there was an idea in his head.

XxxxxxX

Ville woke with a wince as he felt a stream of sunlight hit his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter before opening his eyes, only to smile when he found himself resting on the small of Soya’s back instead of an actual pillow. His arm was thrown over her hips, and her lower body was trapped underneath his. Sliding off carefully, he placed light kisses on her spine, before moving her hair away from her face, grinning with pride when he saw the mark he’d left on her neck.

She’d kill him for it, there was no doubt, but since she’d left various marks on him in the shapes of scratches on both his back and chest, one hickey was pretty tame compared to what he could have done. He started to move off the bed, only to catch sight of the other mark he’d left on her hip. Right, two hickeys, he smirked.

He grabbed the phone and the little menu that sat beside it off the nightstand, calling room service. He ordered breakfast, mostly fruit, knowing Soya never ate much when she first woke up.

Looking back at her, he lifted the sheet from the rumpled bed over her nude body before getting up from the bed. Rummaging through their open suitcase, he found a pair of boxers and slipped them on. He started back towards the bed, only to turn when he heard something bang on the door, loudly and persistently.

Ville blinked, that sure as hell wasn’t room service. Looking back, he made sure Soya was still sleeping before leaving the bedroom and sliding the door shut before going to the door.

He pulled it open just a crack, intent on just seeing who it was, only for it to be pushed open and someone to walk in.

“What the-” Ville started, only to quickly identify the person as Bam.

“I tried to stop him.”

Ville turned and looked towards the doorway where Jyrki was standing. “Might as well come in.” he muttered waving Jyrki in and closing the door.

“What the fuck went on in here.” Bam asked loudly, causing Ville to wince.

“Keep your voice down Bam, Soya is still sleeping.”

“Shit, what happened to your chest?” Bam asked raising an eyebrow in Ville’s direction only to smirk.

Ville looked down; sure enough his chest had several angry red scratches, mostly on his upper chest and sides. He knew most of them resided on his back, as her nails had dug in pretty damn deep back there.

“It looks like a war zone in here.” Bam said looking around.

Ville frowned only to blink when he noticed the over turned coffee table with the cracked vase and broken ceramic bowl lying on the ground. Their clothing was thrown around the room, and he eyed Soya’s panties lying in the corner of the room where he must have thrown them. His pants were lying crumpled in front of the couch, whereas his shirt and Soya’s dress both were puddle in front of the door, next to Jyrki’s foot.

He hated that they were in his room right now, he hated that they were probably going to be in the room when Soya woke up.

“You need to leave.” Ville said tightly, running a hand through his hair.

Bam frowned at him. “What?”

“I told you this wasn’t a good idea.” Jyrki muttered.

“Look, I don’t know how the fuck you found out we were staying here, but there’s a reason why I only told my mother and Aida.”

Jyrki blinked turning back to Bam. “You asked his mother where they were staying?”

Bam opened his mouth to say something, only for Ville to cut him off. “I don’t care how you found out Bam, there was a reason why I didn’t want anyone to know. Why we didn’t want anyone to know. You need to leave.”

“Ville?”

Ville turned towards the bedroom door, shaking his head in frustration, feeling the stares on his back as he slide the door open slightly and peered in.

“I’m here.” He said, slipping in and closing the door shut behind him.

“Who are you talking to?” Soya asked, before sighing. “Is it Rosalind?”

Ville smiled as she sat up the sheet pooling at her waist leaving her chest bare. Shaking his head, he answered, “Don’t worry about it, why don’t you go take a bath while I wait for room service.”

Soya nodded slowly. “Or you could join me.”

Ville shook his head, walking towards the bed and leaning down to kiss her, his fingers tangling in her hair as he lay her back down and hovered over her. “I have a feeling you’re going to be insatiable.”

“You’ve opened the door, there’s no closing it now.” She teased.

Ville laughed, feeling his anger and frustration slip away. He then leaned down to kiss her again. “Like I would want to close it.”

“Go on then, get rid of whoever is out there, wait for room service, and then come join me.”

“Take a quick shower, I’ll get rid of the people outside, and then we’ll have breakfast together, and maybe I’ll think about taking care of your other appetite.”

Soya snorted, pushing him off her as she rolled out of bed, wrapping the bed sheet around her body. “Please, as if that door isn’t just as open for you as it is for me. I’ll go take my shower now.” She looked at him one more time, laughing quietly before slipping into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

Ville ran a hand over his face before getting off the bed and making his way back to the living room, sliding the door shut once again.

“Seriously, leave.” Vile said crossing his arms over his chest.

“I was just trying to convince Bam of that.” Jyrki said his own arms crossed.

“So we’re not hanging out?” Bam asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I just woke up!” Ville said, feeling his frustration rise. “I just…” he sighed shaking his head. “Seriously just leave, let me have breakfast with Soya, and I’ll call you in a couple of hours.” He said, giving in, knowing that was the only way he could get rid of Bam.

Bam nodded before turning and opening the door, only to step back when the concierge wheeled in the cart for room service.

Ville told the man where to put it. He picked up Soya’s purse from the ground and grabbed his wallet to thank and tip the man, before letting him out. He ushered Bam and Jyrki out as well, leaning against the door frame, just as the door to the bedroom slipped open. He looked behind him, smiling when Soya walked out in one of the bathroom robes.

“Breakfast is on the table.” He told her. “I’m just going to talk to Jyrki real quick.”

“It was Rosalind.” Soya laughed, sitting at the table, bringing her knee up to her chest and hugging it tightly before biting her lip as she looked at the bowls of fruit.

Ville shook his head, making sure he had the key card in his hand before letting the door shut behind him so he could talk to Jyrki and Bam in the hall.

“Bam, I’ll call in a couple of hours.” He said, before turning to Jyrki. “Do you think you can hold Rosalind off for that long?”

Jyrki smiled lightly, stuffing his hands in his pockets, he looked at Bam before looking back at Ville. “Yllättäen hän oli yksi, joke halusi kunnioittaa yksityisyyttä.” He laughed. (Surprisingly she was the one that wanted to respect your privacy.)

“No shit?” Ville laughed.

Jyrki shrugged. “She…knows things.”

Ville nodded. “Yeah, I know.” Ville eyed Bam before sighing. “Just…” shaking his head, not wanting to go off on his friend he turned and left it at that, not quite sure what else he could say. He was bargaining with his friends for time with his fiancée, and it pissed him off more than it should. He opened the door and let it close behind him.

“So, what did Rosalind want?” Soya asked. “Because I don’t want to go shopping today…well, not much.” She said, picking a piece of melon out of her bowl and biting into it. “There were some shoes that I saw yesterday that I want to get.”

“Anything like the boots?” he teased sitting across from her.

Soya laughed. “No, but they have lace.” She teased. “And from what I heard last night, you tend to appreciate lace.”

Ville laughed. “I really do, and it wasn’t Rosalind.”

“But you said Jyrki was here.”

“He was, but Bam was with him.”

Soya frowned at him, only for the frown to turn into smile when he grabbed her feet and lifted them so she could lay them on his lap as he picked at his own fruit bowl. “What’s Bam doing here?”

“I don’t know.” Ville admitted. “Really didn’t ask.”

She rubbed his arm as she tilted her head to look at him. “Are you angry?”

Ville sighed, rubbing his face tiredly. “Why is it that I have to bargain with people just to spend uninterrupted time with you?”

“We spend a lot of time together, Ville.” Soya pointed out, “We do spend days with each other without interruptions.”

“I mean, without your sister.” Ville said, her raised eyebrow had him elaborating. “I love Aida, you know that, I adore that kid, but when we get home, free time is far and few in between. Between both of us working during the day, and having Aida in the morning and night…”

“I get it.” She said with a nod.

“January isn’t that far away, Soya, and once January hits, who knows how time will work out? I just wanted one week. One week.”

Soya laughed, dropping her feet to stand and sit on his lap stroking his cheek, before leaning forward to kiss him gently. “So…we’ll tell our friends to get lost for the day and we’ll have today.” She said.

“Really?” Ville asked. “You’ll tell Rosalind to fuck off?”

Soya laughed and nodded. “Will you tell Bam?”

“I’ll tell Bam.” Ville nodded.

“Good. Now, as girly as it sounds, I want to cuddle with you on the couch and watch some TV before we take a shower.”

Ville frowned at her, noting her still dry hair since he’d come back into the room. “You didn’t take a shower?”

Soya scoffed. “As if I’d take one without you.” She leaned forward to kiss him, her fingers twining with his, before scooting off him and pulling him off his chair. “Come on.”

Ville laughed as he let her lead him to the couch, though he did right the table, and hand her the remote, before pulling her closer to his side as she flipped through the channels. He gave a quiet sigh of relief, kissing the top of her head as his fingers ran through her hair, careful not to pull on the knots. This is all he wanted, just quiet time with his fiancé, was that really too much to ask?