Until Your Mine....
Title: Until Your Mine
Paring: VAM (YAY!)
Rating: PG (fro now of course)
Dedication: Emoxomegax (She knows why, and I ask kindly of her not to mention it! :D )
Discription: Helsinki...It's a place where love can or can't be found
“Love me like you love the sun. Scorchin’ the blood in my Vampire Heart.” Ville sang out softly as he waltzed around the room grabbing various clothing articles and putting them on. So far the brunette male was in a pair of tight flair blue jeans, a semi-tight black button up shirt, and his converse chuck taylors. He smiled softly and pulled out the jacket from his Deep Shadows days.
“I still can’t believe he asked me to wear this.” A small smile flashed across his pink lips and stayed there. The soft white hands pulled the jacket on over the shirt and he put on a lightweight black scarf.
“Where the hell did I put my eyeliner?” A soft noise was made and Ville emerged looking perfect. He pulled on his black knit gloves and smiled.
“Well after all this he better show up on damn time.” A black Mercedes pulled into Ville’s driveway and another curly haired brunette emerged from the driver’s side of the car. He was carrying a dozen roses. A cute smile danced across Ville’s pale pink lips. He moved out of his bedroom and sat down on the couch. The doorbell rang softly and Ville got up and strode over to the door. He opened it carefully as the butterflies grew back in the pit of his stomach again. Arms were thrown around his neck and his traveled to a waist.
“Ville! It’s so great to see you again.” A cute fake smile was flashed and Ville took the roses. He put them in water and smiled. Black roses with purple tips, he always knew his favorite type of dream rose.
“You too, it’s been a long time.” Fingers laced with his own and Ville blushed. He let go of Bam’s hand and looked into those icy blue eyes. He let out a sigh and looked down.
“I’m not ready for this Bam.” He gulped and looked at the other brunette boy.
“But…” Green eyes met blue and tears fell from those fragile blue eyes. Soft hands wiped away the tears and dropped to his side.
“Not yet Bam. I will eventually, I think. I mean I hope. Just, I can’t right now.” A hand slapped Ville’s soft pale white skin. In immediate reaction he grabbed the side of his face and watched more tears fall from the fragile blue eyes he had grown to know.
“Why? Why must you play me like this?” Green eyes shot up and looked into those fragile blue pools again.
“What the hell do you mean?” Bam looked at Ville and sighed.
“All those drunken kisses mean nothing to you do they?” A body sat on a soft red couch and gave a long sigh.
“Bam, you can’t expect me to think you mean anything when you kiss me under the influence of something.” He pinched at the bridge of his nose and ran a hand through his soft wavy brown curls. Bam sat in a chair opposite him and gave him a look.
“I may be drunk as fuck, but, I mean things. I’m just much more throwing my inhibitions to the wind when I’m drunk. I just don’t care what I say or do.” Ville looked at him and nodded. He sighed before fiddling with a glove.
“Are we still going to go out? Or are we gonna sit here and argue some more?” Bam giggled and looked at Ville.
“We fight like newlyweds. You know that.” Ville nodded and stood up. He walked with the younger male to his door and opened it. Bam waited for Ville to exit.
“Ladies first.” Ville crossed his arms and huffed.
“Must be talking about yourself then.” Bam glared at him and tackled him to the ground. He tickled him earning giggles from Ville.
“Bammmmmm!!! Stopppp!!!” Ville let out a bunch of giggles and squirmed under Bam’s light feathery touches.
“Say it!” Ville gasped and giggled more.
“What?” Bam tickled him more and Ville giggled.
“You know what!” Giggles kept flooding the apartment complex.
“Fine! Uncle!”
“See was it that hard Willa?” Ville gasped and shook his head no.
“It wasn’t. Now, Bam, get off of me!” Bam blushed a cute pink shade and hopped off of Ville. A gloved hand was stuck out and taken graciously by a fingerless gloved hand. Bam pulled him up and dusted off the back of Ville’s jacket. He ran his hands over the lettering that spelled out, ‘Your Pretty Face Is Going to Hell.’ Ville shivered at Bam’s touch and felt chills run down his spine.
“Bam…” He turned and looked at Bam’s icy blue eyes.
“Sorry, it’s just; this jacket brings back so many memories.” Ville smiled softly and sighed.
“I know.” Bam nodded and looked into Ville’s electric lime green eyes.
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Comments= Cookies, and me writing and posting chapters sooner!
Paring: VAM (YAY!)
Rating: PG (fro now of course)
Dedication: Emoxomegax (She knows why, and I ask kindly of her not to mention it! :D )
Discription: Helsinki...It's a place where love can or can't be found
“Love me like you love the sun. Scorchin’ the blood in my Vampire Heart.” Ville sang out softly as he waltzed around the room grabbing various clothing articles and putting them on. So far the brunette male was in a pair of tight flair blue jeans, a semi-tight black button up shirt, and his converse chuck taylors. He smiled softly and pulled out the jacket from his Deep Shadows days.
“I still can’t believe he asked me to wear this.” A small smile flashed across his pink lips and stayed there. The soft white hands pulled the jacket on over the shirt and he put on a lightweight black scarf.
“Where the hell did I put my eyeliner?” A soft noise was made and Ville emerged looking perfect. He pulled on his black knit gloves and smiled.
“Well after all this he better show up on damn time.” A black Mercedes pulled into Ville’s driveway and another curly haired brunette emerged from the driver’s side of the car. He was carrying a dozen roses. A cute smile danced across Ville’s pale pink lips. He moved out of his bedroom and sat down on the couch. The doorbell rang softly and Ville got up and strode over to the door. He opened it carefully as the butterflies grew back in the pit of his stomach again. Arms were thrown around his neck and his traveled to a waist.
“Ville! It’s so great to see you again.” A cute fake smile was flashed and Ville took the roses. He put them in water and smiled. Black roses with purple tips, he always knew his favorite type of dream rose.
“You too, it’s been a long time.” Fingers laced with his own and Ville blushed. He let go of Bam’s hand and looked into those icy blue eyes. He let out a sigh and looked down.
“I’m not ready for this Bam.” He gulped and looked at the other brunette boy.
“But…” Green eyes met blue and tears fell from those fragile blue eyes. Soft hands wiped away the tears and dropped to his side.
“Not yet Bam. I will eventually, I think. I mean I hope. Just, I can’t right now.” A hand slapped Ville’s soft pale white skin. In immediate reaction he grabbed the side of his face and watched more tears fall from the fragile blue eyes he had grown to know.
“Why? Why must you play me like this?” Green eyes shot up and looked into those fragile blue pools again.
“What the hell do you mean?” Bam looked at Ville and sighed.
“All those drunken kisses mean nothing to you do they?” A body sat on a soft red couch and gave a long sigh.
“Bam, you can’t expect me to think you mean anything when you kiss me under the influence of something.” He pinched at the bridge of his nose and ran a hand through his soft wavy brown curls. Bam sat in a chair opposite him and gave him a look.
“I may be drunk as fuck, but, I mean things. I’m just much more throwing my inhibitions to the wind when I’m drunk. I just don’t care what I say or do.” Ville looked at him and nodded. He sighed before fiddling with a glove.
“Are we still going to go out? Or are we gonna sit here and argue some more?” Bam giggled and looked at Ville.
“We fight like newlyweds. You know that.” Ville nodded and stood up. He walked with the younger male to his door and opened it. Bam waited for Ville to exit.
“Ladies first.” Ville crossed his arms and huffed.
“Must be talking about yourself then.” Bam glared at him and tackled him to the ground. He tickled him earning giggles from Ville.
“Bammmmmm!!! Stopppp!!!” Ville let out a bunch of giggles and squirmed under Bam’s light feathery touches.
“Say it!” Ville gasped and giggled more.
“What?” Bam tickled him more and Ville giggled.
“You know what!” Giggles kept flooding the apartment complex.
“Fine! Uncle!”
“See was it that hard Willa?” Ville gasped and shook his head no.
“It wasn’t. Now, Bam, get off of me!” Bam blushed a cute pink shade and hopped off of Ville. A gloved hand was stuck out and taken graciously by a fingerless gloved hand. Bam pulled him up and dusted off the back of Ville’s jacket. He ran his hands over the lettering that spelled out, ‘Your Pretty Face Is Going to Hell.’ Ville shivered at Bam’s touch and felt chills run down his spine.
“Bam…” He turned and looked at Bam’s icy blue eyes.
“Sorry, it’s just; this jacket brings back so many memories.” Ville smiled softly and sighed.
“I know.” Bam nodded and looked into Ville’s electric lime green eyes.
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Comments= Cookies, and me writing and posting chapters sooner!