Type of work: Chapters of In Joy and Sorrow
Genre: Romance, fan fiction
Title: In Joy and Sorrow: Chapter Eleven, Dirty in the downfall
Author: dreamsinfiction
Fandom: Ville Valo of -H-I-M-
Rating: NC-17
Warning: sexual tension turns into action...
Summary: he gives her a special gift....
Disclaimer: There's a reason it's fiction, my dears. ;-)

Links to previous chapters




Bubbles. She was beginning to adore bubbles. It was almost as if the tattoo'ed girl had never experianced bubble baths before. Once again when Ville entered the hotel room, albeit one that was hundreds of miles from the first, he found her splashing in a bubble bath, the door once again left carelessly open. He chuckled as she balanced a rather large bubble on her nose before blowing it up in the air. Her eyes went to his and she grinned.

"Hello, darling," she greeted him. "Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Perhaps, he replied vaguely. "I did however have the misfortune of running into Bam while out and about. Do not be surprised if our alarm clock is in the form of one rather rowdy boy."

She frowned, "I'd rather not meet him that way, but I would suppose it's unavoidable."

He nodded, "In all likelihood, yes."

Kat sighed, "Then come and bathe with me while we have these moments of calm before the Bam storm."

Ville smirked, "As much as I would like that.... I think I'll pass."

"What? Why?" her bottom lip jutted out further.

"Because if I do not join you, you will get out sooner. And the sooner you are out of the tub, the sooner I can show you what I found," he answered.

With that Kat stood abruptly up. Balancing herself, her toes reached for the plug and let the water out of the tub. Grabbing a towel, she wrapped it about her body before approaching him. A quick kiss on his mouth and she moved pass him, sitting expectantly on the bed.

"Well?" she attempted to keep her face impassive.

Grinning he reached into his pocket. Unfolding his hand, a small box rested in his palm. Her eyes went from it to his, not entirely sure how to read what he was holding out to her. Her fingers tenatively reached for it, hesitating to grab it until he nodded. Cracking the box open, Kat nearly sighed in relief. Inside the red velvet lined box were two dangling body jewels, obviously for her nipples. She grinned, seeing the dangling parts were heartagrams.

"Oh Ville," she giggled. "How.... sweet?... of you."

Without a thought, she untucked the towel, letting it fall around her waist. Pulling one of the new rings out of the box, she paused, realizing she hadn't cleaned them and wasn't about to put jewelry in without cleaning it. Retrieving her jewelry santizer, she dropped the two newest additions into the little case and shook it for a few minutes, feeling Ville watching her every move while he smoked across the room. Patting the jewelry dry with her damp towel, she unfastened the current ring on her left nipple and slowly removed it. The end of the ring caught on her nipple, not quite wanting to leave it's fleshy hold. With a slight tug that sent a shock through her body, and apparently Ville's as he coughed while inhaling, Kat dropped the jewelry in the cleansing solution and quickly inserted the new ring. Doing the same with the other, she looked down, admiring her new jewelry.

"How do they look?" she asked, eyes darting to Ville, very aware his eyes were focused exactly on the sparkling heartagrams.

Her speaking interrupted his thoughts, forcing his eyes to hers. Already she knew the look in his eyes, the shade of green they had shifted to. And she could not help but grin. Dropping his cigarette in the ashtray he stalked over to her, kneeling before her. His hands tenatively reached up to cup her breasts, his thumbs tracing around the outline of the black chain of hearts that circled her areolas. He leaned forward to kiss her nipples, causing her legs to part to make room for his body. Kat's eyes fluttered close as he kissed her, his warm tongue flicking her pert nipples.

"Oh.... you should.... stop.... " she breathed.

He did. But only to move up and kiss her mouth.

"You are beautiful," Ville muttered before kissing her once more. "And you taste like bubbles."

Kat giggled at that, eyes opening to meet his, "Can't imagine why."

He leaned to kiss her again, but Kat leaned away from his mouth. Pushing him away slightly, she scooted back onto the bed until she was in the centre. With a preying smile, he followed her, his fingers grazing her slightly damp skin before his lips met hers again. Ville lowered himself onto her, though she could tell he was still keeping his full weight off of her.

"Ville," she purred as his fingers ran down her body.

Kat's fingers were searching for the button of his pants. Found but apparently impossible to unbutton. Or maybe that was because he was touching her so softly, so sweetly. She groaned in frustration, unable to undress him.

"Ville," this time her voice was a whine.

With a smirk, he reached down to do what she could not. Pulling away from her, he shed his pants and shirt directly after. When he moved back to join her, Kat shook her head, pointing to his last article of clothing. He chuckled but complied.

Oh how glorious he was. Far better than any of her fantasies had been. Grinning, she beckoned him back, her eyes locked with his again. Slowly, almost painfully, he trailed up her body, leaving no centimetre of skin untouched. She was purring and writhing under his touch. When their mouths met once again, electricity seemed to light the air.

No, wait. That was a real light. As in someone had just turned a light on in the room.

"Whoa!"

Kat went completely stiff, her eyes looking over Ville's shoulder towards the door. Had she glanced at Ville she would have seen anger flash in his eyes with the frustration.

"Go away, Bam," he stated, not moving from where he was, in an effort to cover Kat as much as possible.

"Ville, I thought—"

"Go away, Bam," Ville repeated, the edge in his voice getting harder. "Now."

"But—"

"Goddammit, Bam. Just get the fuck out," he growled.

Silently Kat watched Bam back out of the hotel room. It wasn't until the audible click of the door closing did Ville relax at all. He leaned down, pressing his forehead to Kat's.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I thought we would be safe longer," he declared.

"It's..... it's all right," she replied, her voice shaky.

"I will see that he—"

"I need a shower," Kat interrupted, feeling dirty in the downfall.

He moved reluctantly to the side, allowing her to leave the bed if she wished, "Kat, I am sorry."

"I know. It's not your fault, Ville," she declared, standing up. "Maybe it's just not meant to be."