Babysitting- Chapter Six
Title: Babysitting
Author: Tia_Maria
Pairing: Vam
Rating: PG-15(for now, hehe)
Disclaimer: Everyone belongs to themselves, if they didn't we sure as hell wouldn't be writing all of this, would we.
Summary: Ville has moved to London and needs to get a part-time job to keep himself afloat while trying to set up his band. He finds the add for a posh family's babysitter and thinks its a good idea. He just doesn't realise that their little 'Bam' is not some sweet six year old, but a hormonal sixteen year old who has scared away his previous minders.
Thank you to everyone who commented on the previous chapters, I love you all! x
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Next Chapter
Big love to crimsonyght666 for being my Beta! x
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Arriving in the dining room, Ville saw two places had already been set up at either end of a long mahogany table. The placemats were large, black straw circles, creating a very oriental effect with the deep red table runners.
Ville picked up one of the red wine glasses. On raising the glass to his nose, eager to define the grape and country of origin, he was hit with the aroma of something suspiciously like Ribena.
He took a sip. Yes, definitely Ribena.
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Hurrying into the room it was difficult not to notice the new babysitter quickly replace a glass on the table, as if he hadn't already had some.
She could feel his eyes ravenously watching her as she laid down the two plates, displaying their wares.
"Mmm, smells delicious." Groaned the tall, dark haired newcomer, hand subconsciously rubbing his stomach.
She smiles a flash of teeth, glad to have someone to appreciate her cooking. Especially such a good-looking young man.
"The little Sir only likes fresh, homemade pizza." She explained, trying to pronounce her words in her best English accent.
He grinned at her as if she was someone worth caring about, not just an old maid.
"I can certainly see why, I can't wait to eat now. Shall I call Bam?"
"No one needs to call me." His Majesty enters the room, eyeing the plates, suspicious as always.
"Is this good for you Sir?"
The boy just waves an irritated hand in her direction, "Yes, yes, it'll do."
He sits down opposite the nice young man. She can almost see the fear in the handsome one's eyes at the thought of a dinner alone with the younger.
As much as she would have liked to stay to lend some comfort, the iron had been left on its own for too long already.
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Bam starts to cut his pizza slice, an indication to Ville that he should also start. He quickly cuts his own pizza up, eager to satisfy his hunger, but not to appear greedy or displease His Highness.
The silence in the room when the maid left was unbearable.
All the while Ville looks at him; Bam's eyes are trained on his plate. Yet when Ville's gaze returns to his plate, he can feel Bam staring at him, waiting for him to make a fool of himself.
"So Bam, you like to skate a lot with your coach?"
His head slowly raises tuft curls falling away from his face. The blue eyes that met Ville's are mocking as he stared.
Shit! Ville fights to hold the impulse to smack his head into the table.
"I mean you like to skate, Sir?"
The corners of Bam's mouth twitch upward, "Yes."
"What do you- "
"Be quiet now." Ville glowers at Bams' dismissal.
"There's a good tramp."
"I'm not a tramp!"
"He cocks his head to one side, "Oh no? Tell me, where does a dumb foreigner such as yourself live in this here city?"
"A flat in Camden."
"Exactly, yet I half expected you to say a rubbish bin." Bam's gaze returns to his plate as an angry silence washes over them- Ville, not daring to say anything more.
Bam drains his glass and stands, eyes flicking over Ville.
"I'm going upstairs." He starts for the door, knowing Ville is both watching and listening.
"Enjoy your evening and don't steal anything."
Fighting the urge to throw his fork at the back of Bam's head, Ville steps away from the table-
Time for a smoke and some escapism with an Ipod and maybe a bed.
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Warm air tingles over slightly parted lips as fingers gently pull back on his hair.
A fingernail scratching down the side of his neck, along his chest causes Ville to moan his way into consciousness.
"Like it?" Whispers a husky American voice.
Ville's eyes crack open, adjusting to the dark to stare straight into the mesmerising pools of a familiar face.
"Bam?" He starts but it comes out as more of a whimper.
The apparition of Bam above him just nods with a far-away look in his eyes. The movement of his head alerts Ville, feeling those strong thighs on either side of his slim hips and a hand rested on his shoulder.
"But what- "
"Ssh." Bam cuts him off, eyes drifting to his lips as Ville bites down on his bottom lip.
Slowly he leans in, pausing ever so slightly before Ville's eyes close and their lips melt together softly.
As Bam makes to pull away, Ville's head tilts up, trying to savour the contact.
When he opens his eyes, Bam is further down his body, cheek lightly pressing on his bare chest.
He doesn't move. Ville shakes him slightly, minding not to topple him from his knees.
It becomes clear to him that he is actually asleep.
"Bam, that's just not fair." He sighs.
What should he do? It's the dead of the night but Bam can't stay in his bed.
What would happen if someone saw them?
Carefully, Ville rolled Bam off of him and onto the bed before standing himself.
Sliding an arm under his legs, trying not to notice the muscles of the bare legs or the warmth coming from under the baggy shirt, Ville hoisted Bam into his arms bridal style.
Suprisingly, Bam was not all that heavy to carry, even for a skinny bean such as himself.
He carried his sleeping cargo through the bathroom Bam had obviously come in by, through to the bunny bedroom.
The sheets were already pulled back so he placed the sleeping Bam down and pulled the duvet up over him. Ville tucked the frilly duvet around Bam's shoulders as he snuffled his head in the pillow.
How is it, that someone who is such a pompous brat all day can look so cute and so goddamned kissable in the half-light? Of course, that sweet kiss, what was that about?
Well, he wasn't going to get any answer from Bam right now that was for sure.
With a last glance, Ville turned and retreated back to his room, quietly shutting the doors between them.
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That's it folks! Ok, I am sorry for saying that this would be longer, because quite obviously it's not :)
What do we think about the turn in their relationship, good or bad? I think I can guess...
Author: Tia_Maria
Pairing: Vam
Rating: PG-15(for now, hehe)
Disclaimer: Everyone belongs to themselves, if they didn't we sure as hell wouldn't be writing all of this, would we.
Summary: Ville has moved to London and needs to get a part-time job to keep himself afloat while trying to set up his band. He finds the add for a posh family's babysitter and thinks its a good idea. He just doesn't realise that their little 'Bam' is not some sweet six year old, but a hormonal sixteen year old who has scared away his previous minders.
Thank you to everyone who commented on the previous chapters, I love you all! x
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Next Chapter
Big love to crimsonyght666 for being my Beta! x
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Arriving in the dining room, Ville saw two places had already been set up at either end of a long mahogany table. The placemats were large, black straw circles, creating a very oriental effect with the deep red table runners.
Ville picked up one of the red wine glasses. On raising the glass to his nose, eager to define the grape and country of origin, he was hit with the aroma of something suspiciously like Ribena.
He took a sip. Yes, definitely Ribena.
--
Hurrying into the room it was difficult not to notice the new babysitter quickly replace a glass on the table, as if he hadn't already had some.
She could feel his eyes ravenously watching her as she laid down the two plates, displaying their wares.
"Mmm, smells delicious." Groaned the tall, dark haired newcomer, hand subconsciously rubbing his stomach.
She smiles a flash of teeth, glad to have someone to appreciate her cooking. Especially such a good-looking young man.
"The little Sir only likes fresh, homemade pizza." She explained, trying to pronounce her words in her best English accent.
He grinned at her as if she was someone worth caring about, not just an old maid.
"I can certainly see why, I can't wait to eat now. Shall I call Bam?"
"No one needs to call me." His Majesty enters the room, eyeing the plates, suspicious as always.
"Is this good for you Sir?"
The boy just waves an irritated hand in her direction, "Yes, yes, it'll do."
He sits down opposite the nice young man. She can almost see the fear in the handsome one's eyes at the thought of a dinner alone with the younger.
As much as she would have liked to stay to lend some comfort, the iron had been left on its own for too long already.
--
Bam starts to cut his pizza slice, an indication to Ville that he should also start. He quickly cuts his own pizza up, eager to satisfy his hunger, but not to appear greedy or displease His Highness.
The silence in the room when the maid left was unbearable.
All the while Ville looks at him; Bam's eyes are trained on his plate. Yet when Ville's gaze returns to his plate, he can feel Bam staring at him, waiting for him to make a fool of himself.
"So Bam, you like to skate a lot with your coach?"
His head slowly raises tuft curls falling away from his face. The blue eyes that met Ville's are mocking as he stared.
Shit! Ville fights to hold the impulse to smack his head into the table.
"I mean you like to skate, Sir?"
The corners of Bam's mouth twitch upward, "Yes."
"What do you- "
"Be quiet now." Ville glowers at Bams' dismissal.
"There's a good tramp."
"I'm not a tramp!"
"He cocks his head to one side, "Oh no? Tell me, where does a dumb foreigner such as yourself live in this here city?"
"A flat in Camden."
"Exactly, yet I half expected you to say a rubbish bin." Bam's gaze returns to his plate as an angry silence washes over them- Ville, not daring to say anything more.
Bam drains his glass and stands, eyes flicking over Ville.
"I'm going upstairs." He starts for the door, knowing Ville is both watching and listening.
"Enjoy your evening and don't steal anything."
Fighting the urge to throw his fork at the back of Bam's head, Ville steps away from the table-
Time for a smoke and some escapism with an Ipod and maybe a bed.
--
Warm air tingles over slightly parted lips as fingers gently pull back on his hair.
A fingernail scratching down the side of his neck, along his chest causes Ville to moan his way into consciousness.
"Like it?" Whispers a husky American voice.
Ville's eyes crack open, adjusting to the dark to stare straight into the mesmerising pools of a familiar face.
"Bam?" He starts but it comes out as more of a whimper.
The apparition of Bam above him just nods with a far-away look in his eyes. The movement of his head alerts Ville, feeling those strong thighs on either side of his slim hips and a hand rested on his shoulder.
"But what- "
"Ssh." Bam cuts him off, eyes drifting to his lips as Ville bites down on his bottom lip.
Slowly he leans in, pausing ever so slightly before Ville's eyes close and their lips melt together softly.
As Bam makes to pull away, Ville's head tilts up, trying to savour the contact.
When he opens his eyes, Bam is further down his body, cheek lightly pressing on his bare chest.
He doesn't move. Ville shakes him slightly, minding not to topple him from his knees.
It becomes clear to him that he is actually asleep.
"Bam, that's just not fair." He sighs.
What should he do? It's the dead of the night but Bam can't stay in his bed.
What would happen if someone saw them?
Carefully, Ville rolled Bam off of him and onto the bed before standing himself.
Sliding an arm under his legs, trying not to notice the muscles of the bare legs or the warmth coming from under the baggy shirt, Ville hoisted Bam into his arms bridal style.
Suprisingly, Bam was not all that heavy to carry, even for a skinny bean such as himself.
He carried his sleeping cargo through the bathroom Bam had obviously come in by, through to the bunny bedroom.
The sheets were already pulled back so he placed the sleeping Bam down and pulled the duvet up over him. Ville tucked the frilly duvet around Bam's shoulders as he snuffled his head in the pillow.
How is it, that someone who is such a pompous brat all day can look so cute and so goddamned kissable in the half-light? Of course, that sweet kiss, what was that about?
Well, he wasn't going to get any answer from Bam right now that was for sure.
With a last glance, Ville turned and retreated back to his room, quietly shutting the doors between them.
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That's it folks! Ok, I am sorry for saying that this would be longer, because quite obviously it's not :)
What do we think about the turn in their relationship, good or bad? I think I can guess...