Scream Me a Dream

Tuesday November 16, 2010
7:00am

Ville turned off the alarm quickly; turning to make sure Soya was still asleep, before getting out of bed and leaving the room. Going across the hall, he opened the door slowly to see Aida curled up on her bed that he’d set up in the corner of the room the day before.

Crouching down next to her, he woke her up slowly, smiling down at her when her eyes opened and squinted at him.

“Five more minutes.” She muttered, pulling the covers over her head and turning her back on him.

“No, no.” he laughed, pulling the blanket down. “You have to wake up and take a shower Aida. Had you taken a shower last night like we asked you, you could still be sleeping.”

“The Dudesons were on.” She muttered grabbing the blanket and covering her head again. “Five more minutes.”

Ville nodded, the girl had chosen to watch a rerun of The Dudesons instead of taking a shower, the fact that Soya had even let her watch The Dudesons had surprised him, but Soya had told him that since she’d seen most of the episodes, she knew when to cover Aida’s ears or eyes, that and Aida tended to get a kick out of Jarppi

“No,” he said pulling the blanket back again. “Up to take a shower.” Instead of letting her lay there, he picked her up causing her to give an excited yelp and threw her over his shoulder.

“Oh come on Ville!” She laughed hanging over his shoulder. “What would five minutes have done?”

Ville laughed. “We spent the five minutes you asked for trying to get you up.” He opened the bathroom door, shrugging her off his shoulder and setting her on the ground. “Shower.” He told her, turning the taps on the water before turning to leave the bathroom. “I’ll put your uniform on your bed.” He turned and smirked at the eight year who was glaring at him, her arms crossed over her chest. “I’ll buy you a hot chocolate on the way.”

“Fine.” Aida said, pushing him out of the bathroom and closing the door on him. Ville shook his head amused, not at all ashamed to admit that the little girl had him wrapped around her finger. He went back into what was now Aida’s room and went to the closet where he and Soya had hung up some of her clothing, pulling out her uniform and setting it on her bed, along with her thick black tights and her shoes.

Going downstairs, he went to the kitchen, trying to scrounge up something for Aida to eat before they left, only to sigh and decide to go the muffin route when he took her to get her hot chocolate. He started the coffee pot for Soya, setting a mug in front of it, before heading back upstairs to his bedroom. He saw Soya was still sleeping, having moved to lie on his side of the bed. He grabbed a shirt off the ground and pulled it on, before changing out of the sweats he’d slept in and into a pair of jeans.

He grabbed his socks and shoes, starting out of the room again and closing the door quietly behind him, laughing when he saw Aida shuffling out of the bathroom. An oversized towel was wrapped around her tiny body, her hair dripping water onto the floor, leaving a trail as she walked into her room, the towel nearly tripping her with its size.

While he’d cleared half the space in the room, either cluttering the other half with his things or storing things he absolutely didn’t need up in the attic, it had quickly become Aida’s room when he’d moved the air mattress in. She’d quickly made it her own as well, putting all her stuffed animals on the inflatable bed, setting up a blanket in the other corner of her half of the room where she had all her coloring books, pens and pencils, and reading books. The room was half his work space and half an eight-year-olds hide away.

He and Soya had talked about getting at least some plastic drawers in the room for her, so they could store more of her clothing, as a lot of it was sitting in his own dresser mixed with Soya’s things. But as much as they both didn’t want to say it out loud, they both knew that Aida being with them was temporary. Getting her things to put her clothes, the idea of getting her an actual bed instead of one that could pop in a seconds notice was all, unfortunately, premature.

Sitting on the couch, he pulled on his socks and slipped his feet into his converse, before gathering Aida’s homework off the coffee table, where she’d taken to doing it. He tucked the papers into the folder with her name on it, and put it in her pink backpack, taking out his phone to call a cab to come pick them up. He turned at the sound of Aida stomping down the stairs, the buckles of her shoes clicking with each step.

“Need help?” he asked as she slid onto the coffee table across from him.

“Please.” She said as he lifted one of her feet onto his lap and did up the buckle for her. “Is Soya going to get up? We’re going to be late if she doesn’t wake up soon.”

“I thought I’d let her sleep in a bit today.” He told her, putting one foot down and lifting the other. “Take you to school myself.”

“All right.” She nodded, standing up when he placed her foot down and handing him a brush.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“Soya does my hair for school, but if she’s not up, you have to.”

“Can’t you just…leave it down?” He asked, not quite sure he knew how to do a little girls hair, god help him if she actually asked for a braid.

“I can…but you still have to untangle it.”

“All right, turn around.” He told her, taking the brush out of her hand. While her hair was shorter then what he had seen back in May when he’d first caught a peek of the little girl, he could still see the vicious tangles in the hair that fell just a bit past her shoulders.

For the next five minutes, he winced every time Aida said ‘ow’ or turned to glare at him when he yanked on a tangle. He’d very nearly went to go wake Soya up, so she could take over the job when he thankfully undid the last tangle and made a mental note to get conditioner for the girl on the way back home.

“All right.” He said putting the brush down on the table, “Get your coat on, and make sure you have everything in your backpack, the cab is on its way.”

He got up and handed Aida her pink coat and rummaged around their coats that hung near the door for her scarf, before pulling on his own coat and scarf and shuffling her out the door, watching as she pulled her gloves on her hands.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Ready.” She nodded as she followed him down the walk towards the cab that was already waiting.

XxxxxxX

Soya rubbed her eyes, nearly tripping over her feet as she walked down the stone steps of the tower. She grabbed on to the railing to keep from falling, waking up fully and walking down the rest of the way down the steps.

Yawning, she went to the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of still warm coffee before rooting around the refrigerator for something to make herself for breakfast. When she’d woken up, she’d found a short note from Ville telling her that he’d taken Aida to school, and he’d be back once he dropped her off.

Pulling out a few pieces of fruit she blindly set them on the counter, closing the fridge and turning to the drawers to get a knife, only to jump when she saw Ville standing in the doorway watching her.

“I didn’t even hear you come in.” she said with a sigh as she placed a hand on her heart, as it was still beating fast from the surprise of seeing him there.

“Came in quietly, I didn’t want to wake you.” Ville smirked taking her in; she was in his black Hanoi Rocks shirt that she’d taken to sleeping in and nothing else. “I always like the way you look in my clothes.”

“So I’ve been told,” she grinned, opening the drawer to get a knife, only to laugh when Ville wrapped his arms around her waist. “It’s just because I’m wearing your shirt and only your shirt.”

Ville chuckled, his fingers playing with the edge of the shirt before trailing underneath and up the shirt. “No, it’s because I know you’re not wearing a bra underneath said shirt.”

“Ville.” Soya groaned when Ville’s fingers trialed up her ribs to cup her breasts, the drawer closing as she gripped the counter top. “We’re in the kitchen.”

“Yes, we are.” Ville nodded, “We’re also quite alone.”

Soya laughed, turning in his arms, his hands dropping from her breasts to settle on her hips allowing him to pick her up and slide her onto the counter. “You planned this.” She accused lightly.

“Did I?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, feeling her legs hook around his waist, pulling him closer to her.

“You did, is this why you asked me last night if I had anything to do in the morning?”

Ville shrugged, pushing her hair away from her neck, smirking when she tilted her head to the side. “I just happen to notice that we both don’t have anywhere in particular to be or do this morning.” He lowered his head and placed a kiss on the side of neck, his hands spanning her back, pulling her closer to him as her fingers crept up his shirt, pulling it up.

Ville detached himself long enough to pull his shirt over his head, throwing it behind him, before shoving Soya’s shirt up and over her own head, throwing it with his. He reattached himself, both groaned when their chests met together, Soya’s legs tightening around his waist, edging off the counter.

“This is definitely one of my fantasies.” He whispered against her neck.

“Having sex in the kitchen?” she asked as she moved so she could capture his lips with hers.

“Floor of the kitchen, but the counter works well too.” He murmured against her lips, nipping her bottom lip lightly and tugging on it.

Soya gave a breathy laugh as her hands trailed down his chest, he leaned back to watch her hands trail down to the button of his jeans, undoing the little brass button, his jeans sagging low on his hips, smirking when she saw he was not wearing underwear.

“I love it when you don’t wear underwear.” She admitted, biting her lower lip as she looked up at him through hooded eyes.

Ville chuckled. “Do you ever like it when I do?”

Soya laughed, “Not really.”

“Good to know.” Ville said gruffly, leaning back into capture her lips in a kiss, demanding and rough as he brought her hips to meet his own, his fingers grasping at her, digging in as her own hands clenched against his shoulders.

He felt her legs move from around his waist and with the limberness of the ballerina that she was, she moved her feet to hook onto his jeans, pushing them down around his ankles. He stepped out of them kicking them out of the way while his own fingers hooked around the edge of the black lace boy shorts she wore and tugged, she unhooked her legs completely from his hips, lifting her own as he pulled her panties down and tossed him with his pants.

“Lattia, lattia.” Soya murmured against his lips, fitting against him like a second skin, feeling her groan reverberate against his chest when his fingers repeatedly brushed against the sides of her breast. (Floor, floor)

“Oletko varma?” He asked, picking her up, groaning against her collarbone when her legs tightened around him feeling her slide just right against him, the friction she’d caused nearly unbearable.(Are you sure?)

“Ei olisi sanonut mitään, jos en ollut varma.” She told him, her fingers running through his hair as she pushed their lips together once more, rubbing against him impatiently. (Wouldn’t have said anything if I wasn’t sure.)

He lowered them carefully to the floor, moving Soya’s hair from behind her head so she wouldn’t be laying on it, watching as it spread on his kitchen floor. He felt her fingers run down his cheek, removing his attention for her dark locks and down to her ever darkening grey eyes and the mischievous smirk she had on her wet lips, swollen from their kisses.

“Joten…mitä tapahtuu tämän fantasia on sinun?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. (So…what happens in this fantasy of yours?)

Ville smirked leaning down to press their bodies together once more, their lips meeting in a teeth clashing kiss. “En voi kertoa teille,” he murmured against her lips, moving down to kiss the side of her neck, swirling his tongue on her pulse point, before nipping it lightly, smirking at the loud moan that escaped her lips.(I can’t tell you.)

“You can’t tell me?” she asked hoarsely, gasping when he nipped at the sensitive spot near her collarbone.

“Ei.” he teased, kissing his way down her chest. “Mutta voin näyttää sinulle.”(But I can show you.)

“Ville.”

“Luota minuun?” he asked as he kissed her belly just above her belly button, only to look up when she started laughing. (Trust me?)

“Se tyhmä kysymys kun olet minua makaa alasti teidän keittiön lattialla.” she teased with a laugh. (That’s a stupid question when you have me lying naked on your kitchen floor.)

“No, Soya, not my kitchen floor, our kitchen floor.”

Soya laughed, cupping his cheeks, and leaning up to kiss him softly. “Yes, I trust you.”

Ville nodded, kissing her softly before letting her lay her head back onto the floor. Soya watched him as he moved down her body, kissing her stomach, licking her tattoo, nipping at her hip before moving further down. He kissed her upper thighs, Soya gasping and arching her back when she felt his mouth move over her wet heat.

“Ville.”

He worked his mouth over her, his arm wrapping around her waist anchoring her to the floor. Soya’s fingers clenched against the tiled floor, only for instinct to take over and moved them to the top of his head, running her fingers through the mess of his hair, as she let the pleasure Ville was causing flow through her.

“Niin lähellä…ei näin…ei näin…” she chanted, tugging at his hair and regrettably pulling him away from her. (So close…not like this…not like this…)

She beckoned him up her body, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss him, groaning when she tasted herself on his lips and gasping when he thrust into her, he cursed against her lips. He buried his face in her neck, as they thrust against each other, their hips working in perfect unison, both aware that this wasn’t the time for slow and sweet but hard and fast. The only sounds echoing around the kitchen where the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and the moans and grunts of pleasure.

He knew Soya was just at the brink of her orgasm with the way her breathing hitched and her nails dug into his back. He felt her inner walls clench around him, her back arching off the kitchen floor, as she gasped against his shoulder, his own body tensing as they fell off the peak together.

Ville rested against her breast, trying not the press his full weight on her as they both caught their breath, Soya’s hands running up and down his back soothing the marks her nails had made, before making their way into his hair.

“So, kitchen floor, you can cross that off your list.” Soya teased lightly.

“Are we going to be following my list, because while we have the tower to ourselves there are some other places…”

Soya shook her head with a laugh. “You’ve broken me love, give me a minute to rest then we can take a look at that list.”

Ville lifted his head and grinned at her, before reaching over her head and grabbing the black shirt he’d taken off of her. She lifted her head, letting him pull it on her, moving her hands from his shoulders where they rested to put her arms through the sleeves. “Do I even want to know what else is on that list?”

Ville smirked, kissing her quickly before standing up and grabbing his jeans off the floor and pulling them on. “Probably best you don’t.”

He helped her up, trapping her between his arms, her back against the counter as he kissed her, their lips moving slowly against each other, a contradiction of what they’d just done on the floor.

“Ville?!”

They both froze as the male voice trailed into the kitchen, Ville pulled away to call back.

“Jesse?”

Jesse poked his head into the kitchen; only to freeze himself as he took in their states of undress along with the spare clothes that littered the floor. “Oh!” he slowly smirked. “I’m interrupting something.”

“Nearly.” Ville muttered, Soya shoving his chest at his comment.

“Don’t you knock Jesse?” Soya asked, peeking over Ville to look at the other Valo.

“Usually, but not when I have a key.” Jesse smirked as he held his keys up.

“What are you doing here?” Ville asked.

“You told me yesterday to come pick you up so we can go to the shop.”

Ville blinked before wincing, he had called his brother the day before, after he’d gotten off the phone with his mother so they could go visit their fathers shop.

“I told you to come around ten.”

Jesse blinked, before crossing his arms over his chest to look between Ville and Soya, a smirk making its way onto his lips again. “How long have you guys been at it?”

“At it?” Soya asked with a raised eyebrow.

Jesse snorted ignoring his future sister in law and looking at his brother. “It is ten.”

Ville looked over at the stove, wincing, “Lost track of time.”

“I’m sure.” Jesse laughed. “Did you still want to go?”

“Yeah, let me just change real quick.” He said, going to grab his shirt off the floor, only for Soya to stop him.

“Wait, wait, I thought we both didn’t have anything to do this morning.”

“I forgot that I had to go see my dad.” Ville said, kissing her quickly, only for Soya to stop him by grasping at the belt loops of his jeans.

“I’ll go with you.” Soya said, only to look between the two brothers. “Unless I’m not invited and you two wanted to spend some time together.”

Jesse shrugged. “Ville said he just wanted to pick something up and I promised dad I’d stop by when I got back into town.”

“You’re picking something up at the shop?” Soya asked looking at her fiancé with a raised eyebrow.

“I am, if you want to go with us you can.” Ville shrugged. “I’m sure daddy would love to see you.”

Soya nodded, tugging on the hem of the shirt before making her way from behind Ville and walking past Jesse, “I’ll go change then.”

“Soya, mind throwing me down another shirt?!” Ville called watching with a laugh as she rushed up the stairs. He looked at his brother once Soya disappeared and shook his head. “You really need to learn to knock.”

“Apparently.” Jesse leaned leaning against the counter, only to push back quickly when he saw Ville’s amused smirk. “Look, just tell me where you guys had sex that way I don’t stand or lean on it.”

Ville laughed watching as a black shirt flew down the stairs. “You also could have called before making your way down here.”

“A ‘thank you’ would be nice.” Jesse said as Ville grabbed the shirt and pulled it over his head. “I mean I did drive out here to pick you up, I could have just let you take a cab.”

Ville laughed as he looked at his brother. “I would have told mum. Soya! Love, I need…” Ville trailed off when he looked up and saw a roll of socks tumbling down the stairs and a pair of Vans following suit. “She knows me so well.” Ville laughed grabbing the socks and pulling them onto his feet.

“I can’t believe you would have told mum had I not come to pick you up.” Jesse said crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the back of the couch.

“I am the favorite.” Ville teased, pulling his shoes on and looking up when he heard the click of heels on the stone steps, smiling when he saw Soya dressed and sitting behind him on the steps.

She wore a pair of faded blue jeans with little rips and paint stains on the knees, an ivory cowl neck knit sweater that fit her tightly hugging every one of her curves perfectly, falling mid-thigh, because the next of the sweater plunged low, she wore thinner white shirt underneath. He looked at her feet and saw the grey heeled ankle booties that she’d gotten in Barcelona along with the little grey clutch she’d gotten in Berlin. Her hair fell in loose waves down her back, a black knit beanie on her head keeping her hair out of her face.

“Ready?” He asked.

Soya nodded and stood, making sure she had everything in her clutch before they followed Jesse out the door, Ville grabbing his grey coat, beanie, and scarf before locking the door behind Soya.

“So what are you picking up from your fathers shop?” Soya asked, thanking Ville as he opened the passenger side door for Soya, before getting into the backseat himself behind Jesse.

“None of your business.” Ville chuckled, pulling his seatbelt on and Jesse pulled away from the curb.

Soya turned to look at Ville with a raised eyebrow, only to turn back and look at Jesse. “How have you been Jesse, haven’t seen you around in a while.”

“I’ve been here and there.” Jesse laughed. “I’ve been out of town the last week or so, how was your own trip? Any new developments?” Jesse asked, smirking at her, only for Ville to kick the back of his brother’s seat causing Jesse to glare at him.

“We decided on the month of our wedding.” Soya said, ignoring the brother’s silent argument.

“Oh yeah?” Jesse asked, looking back at Soya.

“We’re getting married in May,” Ville answered, “At least that’s the plan, we have to see if Soya’s dance schedule allows it first.”

“Well here’s hoping.” Jesse laughed, “Are you excited to start planning?”

Soya nodded. “The guest list at this point is…” she shook her head. “It’s ridiculous.”

“Have you actually sat down and written out everyone’s names?” Jesse asked, looking at the rearview mirror at his brother.

“No, we estimated though.” Ville shrugged. “We’ll probably sit down and really nail it down sometime this week though.”

Jesse pulled up behind his father’s shop, “Well if you need help with finding your wedding dress Soya, let me know.” Jesse nodded, causing Soya and Ville to frown at Jesse.

“Why would you go to help Soya find her wedding dress?” Ville asked.

Jesse laughed as he looked at his brother. “Are you kidding? All the single bridesmaids and friends that go with the bride to help, it’d be single woman central!! And what better way to get a woman then to tell said woman that you’re helping your future sister in law find the perfect dress! I’d be pegged as sensitive!”

Soya groaned, smacking the back of Jesse’s head. “You come nowhere near me or my bridesmaids or any wedding shop I’m in. You’ll get me banned.” She warned getting out of the car.

Jesse sighed looking over at his brother. “Probably should have told you my plan after Soya got out of the car.”

“Probably would have been best.” Ville laughed, getting out of the car, grabbing Soya’s hand as Jesse locked the car. They followed him through the back entrance of the shop into the stock room where Kari kept his back stock. Soya smiled when she saw a familiar figure crouching in front of one of the many shelves, writing on a paper that sat on a clip board.

“Hey Regan!”

Regan looked up quickly at his name being called only to wince when he smacked his head on one of the shelves, dislodging one of the packages that sat on the shelf, causing it to fall on his head.

“Oh!” Soya laughed, rushing over to him and picking up the package that had hit him, placing it back on the shelf, only to realize that it was one of the many dildos that Kari carried in the shop. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Regan said with a laugh standing and hugging Soya. “Haven’t seen you in a while, you were in and out of the flat so fast yesterday we barely had time to say ‘hi’.”

“Sorry.” Soya said, looking up when Ville touched her back lightly.

“Jesse and I are going to go say ‘hi’ to my dad.” Ville said, smiling lightly at Regan. “How do you like it here Regan?”

Regan smiled. “It’s been interesting.”

“Isn’t it though?” Ville laughed, leaning down and kissing Soya’s cheek. “I’ll be out front if you need me.”

Soya nodded, watching as he went towards the front of the shop with his brother leaving her and Regan alone. “So you’re doing well here? I know we really haven’t talked much since I left for my little vacation with Ville.”

“Yeah, Emmy and I are both doing great; Emmy loves it at the studio by the way.”

“She told me.” Soya smiled. “I’m thinking of having her start teaching the beginner’s class with one of my other teachers, see how she likes it, in case you guys end up moving back to New York.”

“Yeah, about that.” Regan said with a grin. “Emmy and I have been talking, and Emmy really wants to spend the holidays with her family. So we’re thinking about leaving mid December, instead of in January with you.”

Soya nodded. “Well let me know and I’ll get the tickets for you both.”

“No, no, we’ve got them, don’t worry about it Soya.” Regan said quickly.

“I don’t mind Regan.” Soya shrugged. “I would have paid for your tickets had you come back with us in January.”

“Us?” Regan asked.

Soya nodded. “Ville’s coming to New York with me in January; he’ll be staying at the house for a while. I refuse to plan the wedding alone so…”

Regan cut her off with wide eyes. “Wedding…what wedding?”

Soya winced. “Oh, I haven’t told you, god, I’ve been horrible.”

“You’re getting…you’re getting married?!” Regan asked watching as Soya nodded and showed him the ring on her finger. “Jesus! Do you realize once Emmy finds out she’d going to be talking about this non-stop.”

Soya laughed. “I am getting married and I’m sure you’ll humor your girlfriend as she helps me plan.” She kissed his cheek. “I’ve kept you from working long enough; I’m going out front to meet Ville.”

Regan nodded, picking his clipboard up from the ground where he’d left it. “All right.”

“I’ll stop by the flat a bit later this week, and Emmy, you and I will have dinner together all right?”

Regan smiled. “That sounds great.”

“Perfect.” Soya grinned kissing the boys cheek and ruffling his hair, before starting towards the door that would lead her to the front of the store.

“Oh, hey Soya?” Regan called, causing her to turn back just as she started to open the door.

“Yes?” Soya asked.

“Congratulations to you and Ville, you…uh…you guys really deserve it.”

Knowing that Regan wasn’t one to share too many emotions, Soya nodded with a smile, resisting the urge to go back and hug the life out of her ward. “Thank you Regan, I’ll pass it along to Ville.”

“Yeah, okay.” Regan nodded before turning back to the shelf. Pushing open the door, she found Ville and Jesse leaning against the counter talking to Kari, while Ville had a box tucked underneath his arm.

“Soya!” Kari called grinning at her. Soya smiled back, hugging the older man as he tucked her underneath his arm, kissing the top of her head. “Come to visit have you?”

“Really I just tagged along with the Valo boys, intruding myself on their brotherly bonding.”

“Aw Soya.” Jesse grinned reaching over to pinch her cheek. “We don’t mind being with such a pretty face all day.”

Soya slapped his hand away, mock glaring at the younger Valo, causing Kari to laugh. “Not married into the family yet and already you’re acting like siblings.”

“Ah, daddy, Soya’s always fit in with the family though.” Ville said with a grin, blowing his fiancé a kiss.

Soya rolled her eyes. “Remind me, Kari, why am I marrying into the family again?”

Kari laughed, “I believe it’s because you love my son. I have yet to figure out why though.”

Soya laughed, kissing the older man’s weathered cheek, “I’m going to go take a look around.”

“You are?” Ville laughed. “You do realize we’re in a sex shop right?”

“And you do realize I’m not sixteen anymore right?” Soya responded back. “It was also my way of giving you boy’s time alone.” She patted Ville’s hand as she moved from around the counter towards the movies, though Ville could make out the red tint in Soya’s cheeks as she scanned some of the titles of the movies that sat on the shelves.

“So everything’s in here then?” Ville asked, turning to his father and patting the box that was underneath his arm.

“According to your mother, everything you asked for is in there.”

Ville nodded, setting the box down on the counter, grabbing the tape and making sure the sides of the boxes were taped down.

“What is in the box?” Jesse asked, curious as to why Ville was taping the sides down.

“Just old pictures.” Ville said with a shrug. “I have an idea for Soya’s birthday present.” He said quietly looking over his shoulder r to see Soya wondering the shelves. “I just don’t want her to see the pictures yet.”

Jesse looked at his brother with a laugh. “They’re not naked pictures of you, are they?”

Ville rolled his eyes. “Yes, Jesse, I asked mamma to give me naked pictures of myself.”

Kari laughed at Ville’s sarcastic comment before patting the box. “They’re just old pictures of Ville and Soya when they were younger.”

“What are you going to do with them?” Jesse asked.

Ville shrugged. “I’m not quite sure yet, I have some ideas, but I needed the pictures first. Were you going to stay here for a bit longer?”

Jesse nodded, curious as to what his brothers plan was. “Yeah, I’m meeting a few friends in a minute, why? Did you want me to drive you back to your place?”

Ville shook his head. “No, it’s fine, we’ll grab a cab, it’s not a big deal.” Ville turned back and smiled at his father. “Thank you for bringing this.”

“It’s not a problem son.” Kari smiled, patting his sons head as Ville straightened and headed toward the back of the store where Soya was. He wrapped his arm around her waist causing her to jump, her arm knocking the box out from his hand.

“Sorry!” Soya laughed, bending down to pick the box up, handing it back to him. “Surprised me.”

Ville laughed, tucking the box back under his arm. “What were you looking at?”

Soya picked up the pair of black handcuff with purple faux fur lining she’d been looking at, causing Ville to laugh as he saw the Heartagram that was on one cuff and HIM on the other. “Don’t worry.” He teased putting them back on the shelf. “I’m pretty sure I have a pair somewhere in my room.”

Soya pushed him away with a laugh, letting him wrap his arm around her as he led her out of the shop, both waving goodbye at Kari and Jesse before leaving.

“Coffee while we wait for the cab?” Ville asked, leading her towards the coffee shop that they use to frequent when they’d been younger. Soya sat at one of the tables, while Ville ordered their coffee.

“So really, do I want to know what’s in the box you’re keeping so close to you?” Soya asked, laughing when he pulled it away from her when she reached for it.

“That’s for me to know and you never to find out.” Ville laughed, thanking the waitress as she set their to-go coffee cups in front of them. Ville hooked his foot onto Soya’s chair and scooted her closer to him so he could drop an arm over the back of her chair. Soya smiled at him, leaning forward to kiss him softly, before returning to her coffee, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Pick up Aida, get her dressed and head to Linde’s?” Soya asked, wondering what they would do with the rest of their day.

Ville looked over at the clock that hung on the wall and shrugged. “We still have a few hours before we have to go pick up Aida, did you want to do anything or did you want to head home.”

Soya smiled lightly at the word home, before turning to rest her chin on his shoulder, Ville looked at her through the corner of his eye, curious as to what had caused the mischievous gleam in Soya’s eyes as he brought his coffee cup to his lips.

“Well we could head home, take a look at that list you have.” Soya hedged, causing Ville to nearly choke on the coffee he’d just swallowed, looking outside when he saw the cab pull up.

“Cabs here.” He murmured, standing up and taking Soya’s hand, leading her out as she laughed at him.

“So, we’ll be heading home then?”

Ville smirked opening the cab door for her, “I believe the living room is next on the list.” He whispered into her ear, chuckling when he felt the shiver run through her as she ducked into the cab.