Passion's Killing Floor

"Did I not tell you this was going to happen? I so told you that you two would get married. I was right!" Danni squealed, jumping up and down.

"Take pride in that Danni, because it's the only thing you'll he right abut for the rest of your life," Ville said, bringing out a box from Mindy's room and setting it down.

"Oooo, burn Dan."

She scowled and turned back to taping boxes, mumbling nonsense to herself.

"So, love, I have to go back to the studio for a few days, to finish up our album. Just a few last minute tweaks, nothing much. So, I shouldn't be gone too long. That alright with you?" Ville asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Of course, go do your shit. I'll just fuck around with Danni."

"Going lesbian, are you?"

"Yeah, she is. That's right bitch, she's gay for me," Danni said to Ville, wrapping her arm around my shoulders.

"Yeah, totes. I'm in to chicks now, Valo."

"Well, to some people I'm a girl. I can have a vagina, does that count?" Ville teased.

"I'm pretty sure you can't have a vagina. Not unless you want t go get a sex change."

"I'd go woman for you. Imagine how much of a whore I'd be if I were a girl."

"To become a whore, one must not be a whore to start with. Sorry 'bout your luck there," Danni said.

"Yeah, but I'm a man whore. There's a diff-o-rence between a whore and a man whore, Dans."

Danni opened her mouth but didn't say a word. She groaned and flipped him the bird which he comically returned. * She returned to taping and sorting boxes, angrily. Those two were the most hateful of friends.

Two strong arms wrapped themselves around my waist and Ville rested his head on my shoulder, his breath tickling my neck.

"I can't wait to take you on tour with me. It's insane and amazing. You and Mindy will love it."

"Mindy will get to go to America, she's never been. She's so excited, Ville. She loves you."

"I know, it's... amazing. I'm a dad of sorts and it feels awesome. Speaking of the little one, where is she?"

"Neighbours, playing with the kids."

"She needs siblings to play with. We could add some for her, y'know. We'd have pretty hot kids."

"Woah Ville, I don't think so, at least not yet."

He shrugged his shoulders, "If you say sooooo.."

* * *

Ville was at the studio fir the last time this week. We were here with him the time, he was in a final meeting right now. Mindy and I were sitting in a small room to the side of the room they were in. Looking at the clock, they should be out any minute.

The door opened and out the band came, smiling. Ville walked over and Mindy attached herself to his leg, smiling up at him. He smiled back at her and picked her up, kissing her cheek and resting her on his hip.

"When do I get to hear all of your pretty music, Uncle Ville?" she asked him.

"Well, pretty lady, Seppo actually has a copy just for you. You get to hear all our new music before everybody. Sound cool?" Ville said.

Seppo, the boys manager handed Mindy the case and she took it eagerly, beaming at it. "Thank you, Seppo," she said, leaning over and kissing his cheek.

"Hey, we'll listen to it later when we get back home. But there's another surprise for you. We're going to our new home, my house."

"Really?"

"Yeah really. You excited?"

"Yes! Let's go, let's go!"

She dropped down out of his arms and ran for the door. Ville laughed and wrapped his arm around my waist. "Well, we'll see you lot next week at the release party. Try not to need me because I'm tired of work," he joked.

* * *

"Okay just a second, I'm putting the CD in now, kulta," Ville said to Mindy as she bounced up and down on the couch.

She's been waiting to listen to this since we left the studio. We made her wait until after dinner when we got hm, so she was at the end of her wait it patience.

Ville pressed play and sat down on the couch next to me, pulling Mindy into his lap where she continued to bounce. She squealed as Ville's voice came out of the speakers.

"She's a rock girl," Ville said to me. "When she gets a little older her and I need to have some serious music-listening-to-bonding time. KISS, Sabbath, Ozzy, Iggy, all of 'em."

He turned his attention back to Mindy, singing to the songs quietly in her ear. The song changed and Ville tapped his fingers along to he tine of the song he knew so well on my thigh.

"Darling, take me home, to the castle made of skulls and bones. Sing me a song to remind me where I belong, in your arms, my love in cold blood," he sang onto my ear, his lips and breath tickling my ear, sending shivers through my body.

We sat through the net few songs until one came on that was all too familiar. It was the song Ville sang to me in his old flat. I looked over at him and he smiled, pecking my lips.

"I had to put it on the album. Deds to you, I need the whole world to know."

"You sappy, romantic bastard," I giggled.

"The one and only, love. All yours," he kissed me lightly on the lips and again, and again.

Mindy groaned and we looked down to see her sleeping form. She was snuggled into Ville's side, his shirt bunched up in her fist. I got up and turned off the stereo as Ville picked her up, cradling her in his arms. She stirred but he shushed her back to sleep.

I followed behind him as he made his way up the stairs, shutting off the lights as I went. Ville walked into to her room, laying her down gently on the bed and covering her up. He kissed her forehead and whispered something I couldn't hear into her ear, and left.

He pulled me down the hall with him to his... our room. He wrapped his arms around me, laying his head on my shoulder. I moved my hands up to his back, holding him to me. "You want to meet my parents tomorrow?" he asked, his lips moving against my neck.

"That eager to embarrass yourself?"

"Yes."

"Well then I'd love to go."

"Cool, my parents aren't that bad, by the way. They'll just scold me more than you so," he giggled, "especially mum. I'll be the 'most perfect gentleman' forty times before we leave."

"Really now? Well, I say we get to bed so the faster I get to seeing this most perfect gentleman."

"I say we do."

Ville stripped down to his boxers, while I changed into pyjama bottoms. I had to admit, I admired the view of his rear I was getting, clad in those black boxers.

He pulled the covers back for me and waited until I was in bed before sliding in next to me.

"You know last time we were in this bed, I proposed to you and you said yes," he said.

"Yeah, after we had kinky sex," I giggled.

He faced me smiling, "You know you enjoyed it."

"I did or I wouldn't have said yes to you."

"Maybe we could try that again, just not kinky this time," he whispered. "See if you say yes again," his fingers trailed over my back and he pressed his chapped lips to my own.