For hours on end, the twisting alleys of the Finish town of Helsinki had tortured Micheal-ann Welsh, taking her every single place than her cousin's flat.
She had left the small pub where her cousin had abandoned her mid afternoon, the crowded smoky place giving her an awful headache, and she was positive it was past eight by now. Micheal-ann honestly hadn't seen the point in asking any of the few people she had seen for directions, considering she had no blasted idea where either the pub or the flat were. The fact that she didn't speak a lick of Finnish contributed to her predicament as well.
Stopping at a four way cross of back alleys, Micheal-ann groaned in annoyance and pulled her thick beanie off her head. Light brown curls dropped a bit past her shoulders, framing a heart shaped face. Her pale pink lips were slightly chapped from the frigid air, her cheeks slightly rosy underneath her tan Mediterranean skin.
Micheal-ann licked her lips before stuffing the hat into her thick coat pocket, tucking a few stray strands of curls behind her ear. She looked about for any signs, anything that might give her an idea as to were she was. Honestly she knew it wouldn't make a difference considering she didn't have a map, but she also hoped for a sign symbolizing a hotel or phone.
When she found none, Micheal-ann sniffled, rubbing her small pink nose, kicking at the filthy stones with her leather knee high boots.
The sky was dark, speckled with distant stars that waned ever so often from the rising smoke from random buildings and factories. The city was calm, the noise of city life faint, and more of a relaxing hum.
Micheal-ann felt the need to brush at her dark green coat, as she played the child's game of eenie-meenie in mind to find which way she should go next. Just as she landed on the alleyway to her right, a noise sent chills straight up her spine. It was the sound made when someone sucked the air between their two front teeth, and it sounded far to close for comfort.
Whirling around, her Celtic green eyes wide with surprise, she instantly felt like an idiot. A man a little taller than her five'six height, stood dangerously close to where she had just been, his head bald, a sick grin on his thin lips with eyes so close to black she could hardly find pupils. Honestly, she could kill her cousin for leaving her at that pub now.
He said something in Finnish, and his voice scraped against her ears like nails on a chalkboard. Micheal-ann began to glance around the alleyway for anything she might use to defend her self, and almost cursed when all she found was trash, and a few broken records. The man spoke again, this time his lips curling up to show yellowing teeth, as he took a few steps forward.
Out of simple instinct, Micheal-ann followed his movements, taking a few steps back as well. Her mind raced as thoughts of fighting her way out began to surface. The man wasn't skinny, and she could see through his thin clothes that any muscle he once had was turning quickly to fat. All in all, she could put up a hell of a fight, her own body honed by years of swimming.
The man made a jerky move and Micheal-ann couldn't help the shocked cry jumping back like a cat might do to water.
Suddenly another male voice filled the alleyway from the left alley's darkness. It also spoke Finnish but this man's voice was deep and lilting, the foreign words spoken with such eloquence Micheal-ann almost lost her train of though in them.
It was now the bald man's turn to jump away from her as if she suddenly had contracted the plague and with a few uttered Finnish words, he hustled away with as much sound as he had made in sneaking up on her. Watching his back fade into the darkness, Micheal-ann sighed in relief.
"You ought to be more careful as to where you decide to rest a moment." The same voice that had spoken in Finnish, now filled the dark with the same robust sound, this time in English. Micheal-ann chuckled nervously as she strained to see the man who was speaking. A wave of relief went through her at first, someone who spoke English!
After a few moments, a clicking noise came as a flame flared to life lighting the left alley for an equal few moments. In those few moments Micheal-ann managed to make out long dark hair, pale lily white skin, and dark red lips that were wrapped around a cigarette the man was lighting. Micheal-ann could also tell that he was tall, nearly a foot taller than herself.
"I wasn't trying to be in a place like this, where I'd have to be careful I mean." A rumble came from the man's chest, which she assumed was a laugh.
"I'm very sure you weren't."
The man pulled the cigarette from his mouth, the tip of which was the only thing allowing Micheal-ann to tell where he was, as a cloud of smoke wafted into the sky.
Micheal-ann cleared her throat and then allowed a shaky smile to grace her lips, as she pulled the beanie from her pocket, her hands fidgeting with it.
"Well, thank you for whatever you said to make him leave, if you hadn't been here it probably would have ended messy."
"It would have."
"Oh.."
Micheal-ann had to focus from being entranced by his silky voice as she tried to glance everywhere but at the tip of the lit cigarette. After a bit of awkward silence, the cigarette began to move closer to her at a slow pace, until the cigarette light turned dull, and the man stepped into the dim light of the alleyway. With him entering the light, Micheal-ann's breath left.
He was in every masculine sense of the word, gorgeous.
His jaw line was stubborn, his cheek bones high, the outline giving his entire face a sunken look. His eyes were large and watched her without any hesitation, the color a mix between a moss green and sky blue. His lips were deep crimson, made more so by the white of his face, shaped to form a perfect V under his aquiline nose. His hair was a dark brown, that reached an inch above his shoulders, his neck thick and covered by a black scarf.
Micheal-ann would have been drooling if the air hadn't been so dry, evaporating any saliva that left her mouth.
"Your American." It was a statement that needed no answer as she continued to drink his gorgeous-ness in.
He wore a black coat that buttoned military style all the way to his throat, a pair of tight black jeans, and black Italian boots that screamed expensive.
The man took another breath out of the cigarette before flicking the half finished nicotine to the floor where it burned brightly for a few more moments.
He watched it before looking her in the eye and gave her a smile so wicked, the breath that had left hitch hiked all the way back home to New York.
"And your lost." Micheal-ann, now officially dumber than she'd been a few minutes ago, simply nodded. He could of said anything at that moment and she would have done the same action in all honesty.
Holding out his arm, the man smiled again, and motioned with his other hand towards the darkness from where he had come.
"I have a phone inside, if you'd like to come with me."
Micheal-ann hesitated. He might have been insanely gorgeous but he still was a stranger in a foreign country, in a dark alley. But he had scared the other man away, and if he wanted to hurt her, he could have done so several minutes ago. Besides she really needed to use a phone, and here was her opportunity.
Before taking his arm, Micheal-ann held out a palm, flashing her own smile which had caused many a man to walk into inanimate objects.
"Micheal-ann Welsh." One side of his lips lifted as he never broke eye contact with her, sliding his hand into hers, the heat searing her.
"Ville Valo."
Her smile shaking a little, Micheal-ann moved to place her palm on his arm, and with it he moved towards the dark without another word.
Leading her to a door she hadn't seen before, Ville produced a key out of his pocket, and after unlocking the door, he held it open with the wicked smile he had given her before.
"After you, Micheal-ann Welsh." Unable to handle his unabashed staring, Micheal-ann slid inside the well lit building and instantly felt color rise to her cheeks, having nothing to do with the cold.
Micheal-ann had stepped right into a shop that held shelves, and shelves of sex toys, magazines, videos, condoms, and all other sorts of goodies that left her wide mouthed and her stomach to tie into knots.
A tingle ran through out her body when Ville placed a hand on her hip, his lips so close to her ear she could feel the breath it took for him to speak.
"I may have forgotten to mention, my family owns a sex shop." She could hardly care less as she focused on his hand that sent a warmth straight to the pit of her stomach and she found her self leaning back to push her back into this Ville Valo's chest.
A few hours ago she would have shirked at the idea that she'd be cozying up to a complete stranger, surrounded by sex swings and dildo's none the less, but at the moment she couldn't think of anything she'd like to do more. Her mind couldn't focus on a damn thing, and with it, her morals and values seemed to fade into the clockwork leaving her with only the feel of his fingertips.
How had this scene changed so quickly, she'd have to ponder on that later because before she could gather her thoughts Ville's other hand moved underneath her coat to burn the flesh on her hip. She could feel his lips on her earlobe and she all but lost the ability to stand.
"Your awfully close…"
Micheal's breath came out ragged and rushed, her breath catching in her throat as she struggled to regain any sense, sense that he was a stranger, and she needed to get home.
"Am I? I was thinking I wasn't close enough."
Ville hadn't been with a woman since Joanne, hadn't even dreamed of touching some stranger off the street, but the moment he'd seen this woman completely oblivious to her surroundings lost, that had changed.
He wanted her, and for once his over rational heart was silent.
"Aren't you worried about getting this close, I am a complete stranger."
"No your not. Your Micheal-ann Welsh, and I'm Ville Valo. We're not strangers, and we never will be again." His breath sent shivers down Micheal-ann's spine, her back slowly leaning farther into the Finnish man's chest that was just the solid foundation she needed as her world went hazy.
"I don't want to know anything else about you. Is that wrong?" Were those words came from, Micheal-ann didn't know. In less than a minute she went from needing a phone, to offering herself up for a one night stand.
Without an answer, Micheal-ann was suddenly yanked back and pushed up against the wall next to the door they had just come through.
Ville's hands raced underneath her coat, pushing up the thick material till it pooled around her chest, leaving her stomach bare. His teeth scraped against her neck, as his breath was hot on her ear, sending shivers down her back as he squished her against the wall with his weight.
The shop was thankfully clear of any costumers or workers, but the threat of anyone coming in set a sense of urgency in both Micheal-ann and Ville, sending both into a frenzy of need.
One of Ville's hands dove into the jeans Micheal-ann had worn and within second his fingers had found her already throbbing clit. Giving off a gasp of surprise, She instinctively opened her legs wider.
His fingertips ran down her clit a few times, teasing her already slickening hole, before he began to roll her nub between his index finger and pointer finger.
Micheal-ann moaned softly as she rested her chest against the wall, barely aware as his other hand yanked at her coat buttons until it fell apart, leaving her tank top pulled half over her breasts, one barely covered by her bra in the open.
Micheal-ann could feel the erection already hard as a rock pushing up against her back, and as he rolled her clit between his fingers, Micheal-ann wiggled her butt.
Ville groaned slightly as her body rubbed against his dick, sending jolts through out his body, his fingers already getting coated by the American girl's wetness. With a yank, he tore Micheal-ann's bra, collecting one of her breast's in his hand rubbing her nipple with his palm as her moans grew louder.
She should have been pissed considering that bra had cost her nearly sixty bucks, but it only made her wetter as his fingers worked magic on her pussy. Reaching a hand around, she was able to find his belt and yanked on it, sending his erection and his body closer to hers if that was even possible making both of them moan loudly.
Leaving her breast's alone Ville haphazardly yanked and pulled at his belt till it hung on the belt loops undone, and expertly managed to undo the button and zipper on his jeans.
Pulling his hand away from the American woman's clit, drawing a whimper from her, he did the same for her jeans. Once they were undone he used both of his hands to shove her jeans down past her knees. Blissfully, she wasn't wearing any underwear.
Micheal-ann bit her lip as she spread her legs as best as her jeans now around her ankles allowed her to and stuck out her butt as close to his crotch as she could. She placed her forearms against the wall, her head turned, her peripheral catching Ville's eye. His pupils were dilated, as with a little slower movement gave his own pants a shove, sending them to mimic her own.
Putting a hand on her hip, once again sending jolts to the pit of her stomach, Ville pulled up his own shirt and jacket that were covering his hard dick and positioned himself behind Micheal-ann holding her eye.
Micheal-ann was completely unprepared for when Ville suddenly shoved his shaft into her pussy, as his dick stretched her out to a width she hadn't felt in a long time, if ever. Both of them gave off a groan of satisfaction, his because of the slickness and the heat from her pussy and her because of the size of his dick and the sheer eroticism of having sex in a sex shop.
Ville's hands grasped onto her hips so tightly, she could feel the bruises forming already as he began to barrel into her with force. She banged into the wall, as her mind reeled, her moans loud and sporadic.
He pistoned into her like a starving man put before a turkey dinner, breathing heavily as he dug his nails purposefully into the brown flesh of her hips. As he stroked faster, her ass rippled with the force, and for a moment he became mesmerized by it.
Heat began to build in Micheal-ann's stomach, the likes of which she had never felt before. His strokes grew more vicious and strong as he to began to feel the burn in his balls, as she got tighter and more tense.
She cried out as she felt his nails cut her skin, and with it sent her over the edge, as her stomach muscles spasmed, her legs shook, and her mind reeled. Ville growled as she tightened and cried out and slammed her body onto his until he to came, the ecstasy sending his entire bodies weight to meld into her own.
Both of them stood transfixed and dazed for a minute, until Ville slowly shrunk and slipped out of her body. Still they didn't move.
Micheal-ann's sense came back to her in full force, as she realized she just had unprotected sex with a strange Finnish guy, in a sex shop, while lost. What the hell was she thinking? That was the point, she hadn't been thinking. She also became very aware of her awkward half naked state, as well as the man's warm heaviness resting against her back. His breath was back on her neck, as his face rested on her shoulder.
"Uhm, Ville, I think we should get cleaned up now." That seemed to jolt Ville into reality as he instantly pulled away leaving Micheal-ann, feeling even more naked now than ever, backing up to the opposite wall.
Micheal-ann's head screamed as she pulled her tank top down, deciding not even to bother with the broken bra now on the floor at her feet. A small towel with the emblem of a cartoon vagina was thrust into her vision and she mumbled a soft thanks before cleaning her self up.
Bending down, she pulled her jeans up buttoning them quickly before turning to face the Finnish man. He stood a bit off watching her with his unblinking eyes, his expression nondescript, looking exactly as he had in the alley minutes before.
Had it only been minutes? It felt far longer than that.
Sheepishly Micheal-ann held out the now dirty towel, and with a side smile Ville grabbed it and moved disappearing for a moment into the shop but she could still hear the sound of the towel finding its way into a trashcan. She shakily buttoned her coat as he moved back into view.
"It's on the counter." Confused Micheal-ann met his haunting gaze again and his half smile turned wickeder than ever.
"The phone you were needing?"
"Oh yes, thank you."
"No, thank you."
A blush ran its way through her cheeks again as she nodded and moved past him sluggishly towards the counter he motioned towards. She kept back a slight hiss , as her jeans rubbed against her sore hips.
She plugged her cousin's number into the telephone and kept her back to Ville as she waited for her to pick up.
After a few moments the droning of the tone dissipated and her cousin Alexandra's voice answered.
"Moi?"
"Alex, it's Micheal. Can you come get me? I got a bit lost."
"eh, I was wondering where you went, I got back to the pub and you weren't there. Thought you'd got on with one of the miehet." Micheal-ann's face heated, considering her cousin thinking shed gone off with a man, hadn't been exactly wrong all together.
"Ni, can you come get me?"
"Well, where are yah?"
Pulling away from the phone, Micheal-ann turned and still looking down asked quickly.
"Where are we?"
"Viideslinja 7"
Relaying the address to Alex, her cousin literally choked on the phone.
"Your at the sex shop? Last place id think to find you, especially considering, my flat is right across the street idiot."
Micheal-ann didn't even bother to answer as she placed the phone back on its receiver, and turned to face the unnerving man.
"All right well, I know where I need to go now. So' ill be-a going there." His smile continued to send shivers through her body as she side stepped towards the front of the door.
Micheal-ann gave a half hearted awkward wave before practically sprinting towards the front door, only to be stopped by him practically bellowing.
"Odottakaas!" Her feet came to a stop before she could even think twice.
His command to wait a moment headed, she turned as he grabbed a thicker trench coat that had been next to the phone and rummaged inside the pocket.
Once he had found was he had been looking for, he strode towards her, his entire aura lighting her fire again, even though her sensible side still shriveled inside, appalled at what she'd just done.
Reaching her, Ville raised his hand holding two sheets of paper that she slowly realized were passes to some sort of show.
"Come to my show tomorrow night. You and this Alex."
Micheal-ann bit her lip as she glanced outside and sure enough across the way was the squat little building of her cousin's flat. She shouldn't. This was a mistake, and once she left she was going to freak out anyway. He was a stranger, and she had said it herself, just bodies. Yet, she didn't say only for tonight..
Some inhuman power raised her hand and she pulled the passes from his hand and tucked them neatly inside her coat pocket.
"I will see you tomorrow night."
Miehet - Men
Odottakaas – Wait a moment
