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TITLE: The Perfect Woman
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own, don’t know, and never happened.
Ville hid behind the door as he heard his name brought up. Bam, his Bammie, was talking to Ryan Dunn and Jonne Aaron about their relationship... Why couldn't he talk to Ville about their relationship, it involved him too after all. With a sigh, he listened closely.
"I don't know guys....I mean, it was easy for you...." Bam said, sounding forlorn. He heard Jonne giggle, Ryan chuckle.
"Easy, really? Do you know how scared I was?" Ryan said, a matter of factly.
"Awww Kulta, I didn't know you were scared," Jonne whispered. Ville heard him plant a kiss on Ryans cheek. "Thats adorable!" Ryan, he was sure, was frowning.
"But you could have said no Sparkle!" Ryan protested, Ville was sure that he'd have his hands balled up into fists, typical for Ryan when he was upset.
"Kulta, I didn't. I said yes, and we're married...it was beautiful Ry," Jonne whispered. He heard Bam groan, and guessed the pair were kissing.
"I guess....I've spend all my life waiting to propose to the perfect woman, I never thought about what it would be like to propose to the perfect man, to Ville....I guess I'm just scared of proposing..." Bam said, causing Ville to gasp. Why didn't Bam ask him, he would say yes in an instant. Bam knew that....
*Maybe if I looked more like a girl, it would be easier for Bammie...* Ville thought, as he snuck out of the house, a plan in mind.
Returning an hour later, Ville knew he didn't have long before Bam would come to bed. He reached into his bag of purchases, pulled out a beautiful flowing black skirt - crushed velvet, reaching his ankels -, pulled it on over his boxers. He liked the way the material left his legs felling free.... Next, he pulled out a corset, black again, leather, with a red lace design. He struggled with it for 10 minutes before he got it on right. Pulling on a pair of high hells, Ville went into the bathroom with his make up bag.
"Anything for Bammie..." He said to himself, as he straightened his hair, before forming it into perfect ringlets. He applied fake eyelashes, making them look long and feminine. Eyeliner and eyeshadow next, nothing new there, but it felt odd considering what he was wearing it... Blush, and finally, lipstick. Bright red lipstick, that oddly suited the Finn. Ville beamed at himself in the mirror...he really looked like a woman...
"Vil? You in the bathroom babe?" Bam asked, from the next room. Ville grinned wider, lit up a Malbro light. Time to put his plan into action. He opened the door, an steped into the room he shared with the skater.
"Bam..." He whispered, wanting the Amercain to look at him. Bam had his back to him, was fiddling with one of his many skateboards, but he turned as he heard his lover call out.
"Ville, there you...Oh My God..." Bam cried, jaw dropping. As surprising as Villes new 'look' was, he still looked as beautiful as ever. "You look....stunning....um, your not gonna have a sex change or anything are you?" Bam couldn't resist teasing.
"Bammie, I heard what you said before...about not being able to propose to me, because I'm not the perfect woman you dreamed off. But now I am...does this make things any easier?" Ville pouted, putting out his malbro light before puting his hands on his hips and battering his eyelashes. Bam had to admit, he looked very...womanly, but he smiled nevertheless, got down on one knee, taking Villes hand in his.
"Ville, will you marry me?" He whispered, tearing up. Ville giggled and nodded.
"Of course Bammie...of course," Ville whispered, pulling Bam to his feet and into a passionate embrace. Bam giggled, found it odd that Ville's lipstick was rubbing onto his lips, but enjoyed it all the same. "Bammie, make love to me..." Ville whispered, as the pair fell back onto the bed. Bams eyes widened, connected with Villes
"Babe, are you sure? You said..." Ville simply kissed him.
"I know what I said, but I'm ready..." He replied, smiling down at Bam. Bam grinned, pulled Ville in for another kiss, as he slipped one hand down the back of his corset... Ville giggled as he felt Bams cold fingers trace his Edger Allen Poe eyes, moving down to undo the lace. It wasn't long before it fell from his body. Bam threw it aside with a smile. Ville giggled, suddenly chilly. His skirt was next to go, followed by Bams shirt, Bams jeans. Bam was going commando.
"Expecting a little fun tonight?" Ville asked. Bam didn't go commando unless he was expecting sex. Ville couldn't remeber the last time he wore underwear.
"As always!" Bam beamed, as he pulled off Villes boxers... And so the pair made love, before drifting off in each others arms, a lipstick stained ciggarette butt the only sign left of Villes little experiment...
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Keep in mind:
- I did not write this fic.
- I have copied and pasted it as I recieved it. I don't have time to do your HTML.
- Don't even think about leaving "OMG FC YAY". Seriously. Don't.
TITLE: The Perfect Woman
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own, don’t know, and never happened.
Ville hid behind the door as he heard his name brought up. Bam, his Bammie, was talking to Ryan Dunn and Jonne Aaron about their relationship... Why couldn't he talk to Ville about their relationship, it involved him too after all. With a sigh, he listened closely.
"I don't know guys....I mean, it was easy for you...." Bam said, sounding forlorn. He heard Jonne giggle, Ryan chuckle.
"Easy, really? Do you know how scared I was?" Ryan said, a matter of factly.
"Awww Kulta, I didn't know you were scared," Jonne whispered. Ville heard him plant a kiss on Ryans cheek. "Thats adorable!" Ryan, he was sure, was frowning.
"But you could have said no Sparkle!" Ryan protested, Ville was sure that he'd have his hands balled up into fists, typical for Ryan when he was upset.
"Kulta, I didn't. I said yes, and we're married...it was beautiful Ry," Jonne whispered. He heard Bam groan, and guessed the pair were kissing.
"I guess....I've spend all my life waiting to propose to the perfect woman, I never thought about what it would be like to propose to the perfect man, to Ville....I guess I'm just scared of proposing..." Bam said, causing Ville to gasp. Why didn't Bam ask him, he would say yes in an instant. Bam knew that....
*Maybe if I looked more like a girl, it would be easier for Bammie...* Ville thought, as he snuck out of the house, a plan in mind.
Returning an hour later, Ville knew he didn't have long before Bam would come to bed. He reached into his bag of purchases, pulled out a beautiful flowing black skirt - crushed velvet, reaching his ankels -, pulled it on over his boxers. He liked the way the material left his legs felling free.... Next, he pulled out a corset, black again, leather, with a red lace design. He struggled with it for 10 minutes before he got it on right. Pulling on a pair of high hells, Ville went into the bathroom with his make up bag.
"Anything for Bammie..." He said to himself, as he straightened his hair, before forming it into perfect ringlets. He applied fake eyelashes, making them look long and feminine. Eyeliner and eyeshadow next, nothing new there, but it felt odd considering what he was wearing it... Blush, and finally, lipstick. Bright red lipstick, that oddly suited the Finn. Ville beamed at himself in the mirror...he really looked like a woman...
"Vil? You in the bathroom babe?" Bam asked, from the next room. Ville grinned wider, lit up a Malbro light. Time to put his plan into action. He opened the door, an steped into the room he shared with the skater.
"Bam..." He whispered, wanting the Amercain to look at him. Bam had his back to him, was fiddling with one of his many skateboards, but he turned as he heard his lover call out.
"Ville, there you...Oh My God..." Bam cried, jaw dropping. As surprising as Villes new 'look' was, he still looked as beautiful as ever. "You look....stunning....um, your not gonna have a sex change or anything are you?" Bam couldn't resist teasing.
"Bammie, I heard what you said before...about not being able to propose to me, because I'm not the perfect woman you dreamed off. But now I am...does this make things any easier?" Ville pouted, putting out his malbro light before puting his hands on his hips and battering his eyelashes. Bam had to admit, he looked very...womanly, but he smiled nevertheless, got down on one knee, taking Villes hand in his.
"Ville, will you marry me?" He whispered, tearing up. Ville giggled and nodded.
"Of course Bammie...of course," Ville whispered, pulling Bam to his feet and into a passionate embrace. Bam giggled, found it odd that Ville's lipstick was rubbing onto his lips, but enjoyed it all the same. "Bammie, make love to me..." Ville whispered, as the pair fell back onto the bed. Bams eyes widened, connected with Villes
"Babe, are you sure? You said..." Ville simply kissed him.
"I know what I said, but I'm ready..." He replied, smiling down at Bam. Bam grinned, pulled Ville in for another kiss, as he slipped one hand down the back of his corset... Ville giggled as he felt Bams cold fingers trace his Edger Allen Poe eyes, moving down to undo the lace. It wasn't long before it fell from his body. Bam threw it aside with a smile. Ville giggled, suddenly chilly. His skirt was next to go, followed by Bams shirt, Bams jeans. Bam was going commando.
"Expecting a little fun tonight?" Ville asked. Bam didn't go commando unless he was expecting sex. Ville couldn't remeber the last time he wore underwear.
"As always!" Bam beamed, as he pulled off Villes boxers... And so the pair made love, before drifting off in each others arms, a lipstick stained ciggarette butt the only sign left of Villes little experiment...
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