(no subject)
Comment = love, sweethearts. Part one: http://www.livejournal.com/community/__vam/723743.html
Part two: http://www.livejournal.com/community/__vam/730082.html#cutid1
Part three: http://www.livejournal.com/community/__vam/734583.html#cutid1
It gets a tiny bit naughty at the end, nothing explicit though. Hope you enjoy...
[From Ville’s Point of View]
I woke up, my arm thrown across the empty bed. Strange, I thought for a moment. Where is… I sat up with a jolt, realizing she wasn’t here. I leapt out of bed, dashing down the stairs and taking them two at a time. “Bam!” I yelled. “Bam, she’s gone!” Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I nearly crashed into him.
“That’s impossible.” He said. “I slept on the couch, by the door all night!”
“She must have crawled out the window.” I suggested. My heart was thumping, racing frantically. I was desperate to find her. Dashing up the stairs, I searched for her clothes. Most were gone, some of the more impractical and fancy stuff left behind. Her makeup was gone as well. Trudging down the stairs dejectedly, I saw Bam was on the phone.
“Yes, hello,” he said in an authoritative voice. “I’d like to report a missing person.” I sat down at the kitchen table, folding my arms and hiding my face in them.
“I know where to find her,” I said into my arms. I heard a beep, as Bam hung up the phone followed by footsteps on the floor as he came to stand near me.
“Where do you think she is?”
“She needs money to get home. She’s willing to fuck for what she wants, so she’ll be at the most over-hookered corner in New York. We just have to wait until its dark.”
***
I fidgeted and worried until sundown. “Let’s go!” I cried to Bam, anxious to find her.
“All right,” Bam assured me as we started the red convertible he occasionally drove. We cruised downtown New York, stopping and talking to every prostitute in sight. Some claimed to know her, and directed us to the street where she was working that night. We drove straight to where the unfortunate young ladies had directed us. I recognized her immediately, though she wore too much make up and had curled her hair. She wore only a bikini top, and a jean skirt. Standing not too far from her, in the shadows was a tough looking punk-boy with a red mow-hawk. Pulling up, I grabbed her wrist.
“Danny,” I whispered to her quickly. She struggled wildly for a moment, before relaxing in my grip. “Come back to me, please. I won’t send you anywhere you don’t want to go. It kills me to see you do this to yourself.” I felt a shove, as the punk boy pushed me backwards.
“Her street name is Pandora,” he snarled dangerously.
“What are you, her pimp?” I snarled in return.
“No,” she said, stepping in between us. “He’s more like my body guard. Ville, this is Maggot. We’ve been friends for a long time…before this.” Maggot glared at me.
“This that punk bitch that tried to send you away?” He asked, pounding his fist into his palm. I prepared for a fight, though I was rather intimidated by the angry youth.
“Yeah,” she said. Maggot moved towards me, in a manner I found all together threatening. “But I think I might go with him.” He nodded grudgingly, and stepped away from me. I fought to suppress a visible sigh of relief.
“Have fun, babe,” he said, smiling warmly at her. “You know where to find me, when you need me.” I watched her smile in return, and in a rush of movement he grabbed her and hugged her fiercely. Pulling away, she waved at him casually and slipped her hand into mine. I sat down in the passenger seat of the convertible. Her brow furrowed for a moment in confusion.
“It’s a convertible, baby.” Bam said with a shrug. “Sit on Ville’s lap.” And with a grin, she took a seat on my knees. I closed the door, wrapped my arms around her and heard Bam rev the engine.
[Danny’s Point of View]
I climbed up the stairs, exhausted and reeling with confusion. I had spent last night crying in Maggot’s arms, spent the day pleading for money, the evening stripping, and that night selling myself. Well, almost. I thought to myself. Ville didn’t let anything happen. I stood near the window, looking out into the bleak night sky. I ran my fingers across the windowsill, rubbing the polished wood lovingly. “Kill me, I begged and love said no,” I whispered, a tear running down my cheek.
“Danny?” I turned with a start, and hastily wiped away the tear.
“Oh,” I said with relief. “Ville.”
“I’m not going to bug you about it, but just answer me this,” he said softly, closing the door behind him and approaching me. He placed his hands on my bare shoulders. “Did…any of them…touch you?” I smiled ashamedly at him. It was more of a wince.
“No one except the men to put the money in my ‘pocket’,” I said, my cheeks flushing slightly. I looked down quickly. “No one, except…you.” I felt his fingertips touch my chin, and upturn my face. He stared deeply into my eyes, and slowly moved to kiss me.
“Can I never leave you two alone?” Bam said in exasperation. I spun quickly away and looked out into the night before Ville’s lips could meet mine. Feeling hot tears spill down my cheeks I heard Ville growl under his breath.
“Bam, dearest,” Ville said, in an unnaturally calm voice. “May I speak to you out in the hallway? Away from our blue-eyed girl?”
“Alrighty,” Bam said innocently, as though he hadn’t annoyed Ville to no end. I heard them leave the room, heard the door close behind them. My heart was pounding so quickly, it felt more like one steady beat as opposed to a rapid succession of them. I felt my stomach slowly calm it’s pitching and writhing, and my heart slow to a healthy pace. But I couldn’t smother the disappointment welling up inside of me. I heard the door open and felt arms encircle around me from behind.
“Where were we?” Ville said, sweetly.
“No, Ville,” I said, squirming out of his arms. “I can’t do this.”
“Oh,” Ville murmured. I could hear the hurt in his voice. I continued to stare out into the pitch darkness. “I’ll be downstairs.” I nodded my head slightly, but said nothing. He left but I didn’t hear the door close, though I could hear him walk slowly down the stairs. I wiped uselessly at the tears, but they continued to fall.
“He honestly does love you, you know.” Said someone. Finally drying my eyes, I turned to face them. I saw Linde, leaning on the doorframe. “I remember the first day he had met you, and he wouldn’t stop talking about you. The entire night, all we heard was ‘and she was so beautiful, and she didn’t know who I was, and she was so...’ and so on, and so forth.” I was speechless, so I said nothing in reply. “I just thought you should know.” Linde said, before turning and leaving. I stood, stunned and alone in the room.
***
Wandering downstairs, I saw him lying on the couch, watching television with a bottle of Jack in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He was shirtless. “How much have you had to drink?” I asked tentatively, my voice faltering in the silence.
“Not much,” he said without looking at me as I sat down. “I wouldn’t want to become to dependant on it, the way you are with your cutting.”
“Ville,” I said reasonably, wounded by his words. “Let me expl-“
“I don’t want to hear it.” He cut in, getting off of the couch and walking up the stairs. I continued to attempt to say what I had to, yet he wouldn’t hear me. I trailed him through the hallways, and finally he entered a room I had not yet seen. He closed the door, and I stood in the hallway, staring numbly at the rich mahogany.
“Ville,” I said, straining to keep my voice even as the tears began to fall again. “They always...always die.” Nothing in response. And then...
“Come in.” I opened the door cautiously, tears sitting still on my cheeks. “Who dies?” He asked, looking at his fingernails, as if I barely affected him.
“Everyone,” I whispered. “Everyone I’ve ever loved has died. My parents died when I was twelve. Every boyfriend I have ever been with has died in some way or another. And you just don’t understand,” I said, feeling the tears begin again. “I couldn’t bear to watch you die.” I closed the door, and approached the bed, where he was sprawled out on his back. “All my life,” I began. I paused, and swept him over with my eyes. “All my life, I’ve been in control. I’ve kept my emotions in check, evaluated decisions before I made them, and suddenly…” I couldn’t continue my train of thought. “I couldn’t bear to watch you die.” I closed my eyes, and felt the last tear I had within me trickle down my cheek. Sitting up, Ville wiped it gently away.
“Danny, my darling, it can assure you…Love is worth death, if only you’ll give it a chance.” I raised my eyes to stare numbly at him, and I suddenly realized we were sitting in the brand new four-poster bed, in the room that was to be mine. His hand remained on my cheek, setting my flesh afire. He leaned in close, and whispered “Close your eyes.” I did as instructed, and felt his unbearably soft lips caress mine. Before I realized what was happening, I was on my back, Ville’s lips on mine once again. His hands, on my hips, slid upwards to untie the black hooker-bikini top. Tossing it on the floor, I watched the discarded piece of material render me half-naked.
“Ville,” I whispered. “I’ve never…” He silenced me with a kiss, his hands upon my neck. I discarded all reason, and succumbed to him.
Part two: http://www.livejournal.com/community/__vam/730082.html#cutid1
Part three: http://www.livejournal.com/community/__vam/734583.html#cutid1
It gets a tiny bit naughty at the end, nothing explicit though. Hope you enjoy...
[From Ville’s Point of View]
I woke up, my arm thrown across the empty bed. Strange, I thought for a moment. Where is… I sat up with a jolt, realizing she wasn’t here. I leapt out of bed, dashing down the stairs and taking them two at a time. “Bam!” I yelled. “Bam, she’s gone!” Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I nearly crashed into him.
“That’s impossible.” He said. “I slept on the couch, by the door all night!”
“She must have crawled out the window.” I suggested. My heart was thumping, racing frantically. I was desperate to find her. Dashing up the stairs, I searched for her clothes. Most were gone, some of the more impractical and fancy stuff left behind. Her makeup was gone as well. Trudging down the stairs dejectedly, I saw Bam was on the phone.
“Yes, hello,” he said in an authoritative voice. “I’d like to report a missing person.” I sat down at the kitchen table, folding my arms and hiding my face in them.
“I know where to find her,” I said into my arms. I heard a beep, as Bam hung up the phone followed by footsteps on the floor as he came to stand near me.
“Where do you think she is?”
“She needs money to get home. She’s willing to fuck for what she wants, so she’ll be at the most over-hookered corner in New York. We just have to wait until its dark.”
***
I fidgeted and worried until sundown. “Let’s go!” I cried to Bam, anxious to find her.
“All right,” Bam assured me as we started the red convertible he occasionally drove. We cruised downtown New York, stopping and talking to every prostitute in sight. Some claimed to know her, and directed us to the street where she was working that night. We drove straight to where the unfortunate young ladies had directed us. I recognized her immediately, though she wore too much make up and had curled her hair. She wore only a bikini top, and a jean skirt. Standing not too far from her, in the shadows was a tough looking punk-boy with a red mow-hawk. Pulling up, I grabbed her wrist.
“Danny,” I whispered to her quickly. She struggled wildly for a moment, before relaxing in my grip. “Come back to me, please. I won’t send you anywhere you don’t want to go. It kills me to see you do this to yourself.” I felt a shove, as the punk boy pushed me backwards.
“Her street name is Pandora,” he snarled dangerously.
“What are you, her pimp?” I snarled in return.
“No,” she said, stepping in between us. “He’s more like my body guard. Ville, this is Maggot. We’ve been friends for a long time…before this.” Maggot glared at me.
“This that punk bitch that tried to send you away?” He asked, pounding his fist into his palm. I prepared for a fight, though I was rather intimidated by the angry youth.
“Yeah,” she said. Maggot moved towards me, in a manner I found all together threatening. “But I think I might go with him.” He nodded grudgingly, and stepped away from me. I fought to suppress a visible sigh of relief.
“Have fun, babe,” he said, smiling warmly at her. “You know where to find me, when you need me.” I watched her smile in return, and in a rush of movement he grabbed her and hugged her fiercely. Pulling away, she waved at him casually and slipped her hand into mine. I sat down in the passenger seat of the convertible. Her brow furrowed for a moment in confusion.
“It’s a convertible, baby.” Bam said with a shrug. “Sit on Ville’s lap.” And with a grin, she took a seat on my knees. I closed the door, wrapped my arms around her and heard Bam rev the engine.
[Danny’s Point of View]
I climbed up the stairs, exhausted and reeling with confusion. I had spent last night crying in Maggot’s arms, spent the day pleading for money, the evening stripping, and that night selling myself. Well, almost. I thought to myself. Ville didn’t let anything happen. I stood near the window, looking out into the bleak night sky. I ran my fingers across the windowsill, rubbing the polished wood lovingly. “Kill me, I begged and love said no,” I whispered, a tear running down my cheek.
“Danny?” I turned with a start, and hastily wiped away the tear.
“Oh,” I said with relief. “Ville.”
“I’m not going to bug you about it, but just answer me this,” he said softly, closing the door behind him and approaching me. He placed his hands on my bare shoulders. “Did…any of them…touch you?” I smiled ashamedly at him. It was more of a wince.
“No one except the men to put the money in my ‘pocket’,” I said, my cheeks flushing slightly. I looked down quickly. “No one, except…you.” I felt his fingertips touch my chin, and upturn my face. He stared deeply into my eyes, and slowly moved to kiss me.
“Can I never leave you two alone?” Bam said in exasperation. I spun quickly away and looked out into the night before Ville’s lips could meet mine. Feeling hot tears spill down my cheeks I heard Ville growl under his breath.
“Bam, dearest,” Ville said, in an unnaturally calm voice. “May I speak to you out in the hallway? Away from our blue-eyed girl?”
“Alrighty,” Bam said innocently, as though he hadn’t annoyed Ville to no end. I heard them leave the room, heard the door close behind them. My heart was pounding so quickly, it felt more like one steady beat as opposed to a rapid succession of them. I felt my stomach slowly calm it’s pitching and writhing, and my heart slow to a healthy pace. But I couldn’t smother the disappointment welling up inside of me. I heard the door open and felt arms encircle around me from behind.
“Where were we?” Ville said, sweetly.
“No, Ville,” I said, squirming out of his arms. “I can’t do this.”
“Oh,” Ville murmured. I could hear the hurt in his voice. I continued to stare out into the pitch darkness. “I’ll be downstairs.” I nodded my head slightly, but said nothing. He left but I didn’t hear the door close, though I could hear him walk slowly down the stairs. I wiped uselessly at the tears, but they continued to fall.
“He honestly does love you, you know.” Said someone. Finally drying my eyes, I turned to face them. I saw Linde, leaning on the doorframe. “I remember the first day he had met you, and he wouldn’t stop talking about you. The entire night, all we heard was ‘and she was so beautiful, and she didn’t know who I was, and she was so...’ and so on, and so forth.” I was speechless, so I said nothing in reply. “I just thought you should know.” Linde said, before turning and leaving. I stood, stunned and alone in the room.
***
Wandering downstairs, I saw him lying on the couch, watching television with a bottle of Jack in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He was shirtless. “How much have you had to drink?” I asked tentatively, my voice faltering in the silence.
“Not much,” he said without looking at me as I sat down. “I wouldn’t want to become to dependant on it, the way you are with your cutting.”
“Ville,” I said reasonably, wounded by his words. “Let me expl-“
“I don’t want to hear it.” He cut in, getting off of the couch and walking up the stairs. I continued to attempt to say what I had to, yet he wouldn’t hear me. I trailed him through the hallways, and finally he entered a room I had not yet seen. He closed the door, and I stood in the hallway, staring numbly at the rich mahogany.
“Ville,” I said, straining to keep my voice even as the tears began to fall again. “They always...always die.” Nothing in response. And then...
“Come in.” I opened the door cautiously, tears sitting still on my cheeks. “Who dies?” He asked, looking at his fingernails, as if I barely affected him.
“Everyone,” I whispered. “Everyone I’ve ever loved has died. My parents died when I was twelve. Every boyfriend I have ever been with has died in some way or another. And you just don’t understand,” I said, feeling the tears begin again. “I couldn’t bear to watch you die.” I closed the door, and approached the bed, where he was sprawled out on his back. “All my life,” I began. I paused, and swept him over with my eyes. “All my life, I’ve been in control. I’ve kept my emotions in check, evaluated decisions before I made them, and suddenly…” I couldn’t continue my train of thought. “I couldn’t bear to watch you die.” I closed my eyes, and felt the last tear I had within me trickle down my cheek. Sitting up, Ville wiped it gently away.
“Danny, my darling, it can assure you…Love is worth death, if only you’ll give it a chance.” I raised my eyes to stare numbly at him, and I suddenly realized we were sitting in the brand new four-poster bed, in the room that was to be mine. His hand remained on my cheek, setting my flesh afire. He leaned in close, and whispered “Close your eyes.” I did as instructed, and felt his unbearably soft lips caress mine. Before I realized what was happening, I was on my back, Ville’s lips on mine once again. His hands, on my hips, slid upwards to untie the black hooker-bikini top. Tossing it on the floor, I watched the discarded piece of material render me half-naked.
“Ville,” I whispered. “I’ve never…” He silenced me with a kiss, his hands upon my neck. I discarded all reason, and succumbed to him.