Final chapter to wrap things up.
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I'm so glad people enjoyed the previous chapter and found it funny. To tell the truth, I was having a bit of trouble getting ideas from my head onto the computer if you know what I mean! Still, I guess its best to have writers block right at the end.
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"Soooo...Mr Noir. What did she say?" Asked Howard, using what he hoped was a charming amount of politeness.
Vince's eyes lit up mischievously, "Oh you know, nothing special..."
"Then if it's so unimportant, you might as well tell me..." Wheedled Howard.
"Nuh-uh. Nice try!"
"Vince! Tell me!" Moaned Howard, giving up the whole I'm-a-nice-guy-who-doesn't-really-care approach.
After recovering from the nights traumatic (and frankly, disturbing!) events on the journey home, Howard had suddenly remembered the Lazarou wife who had grabbed Vince's arm so mysteriously. The one who had whispered something to him during their daring escape mission.
The same unknown something that was currently driving him crazy!
"Nosey boy!" Laughed Vince, "You can't stand not knowing something can ya? Look at ya, eyes all shifty! Can't even think straight can you?"
"Well...no. Hey! That technically isn't true!" Stammered Howard, feeling exasperated. Until a good idea popped into his head. "The only reason I can't think straight Vince, is because I'm so in love with you." He said sweetly, widening his brown puppy-dog eyes innocently at his boyfriend.
A line like that would normally have floored Vince. His heartbeat did speed up considerably as he almost completely melted.
"Aww Howard!" He sighed as a tease, before wickedly adding, "Nice try!"
"Argh!" Howard threw a fluffy pillow at Vince in frustration who merely laughed back.
"And don't widen your eyes at me Mister!" Scolded Vince, "Reality check! I'm the one with the big eyes here - not you!"
Howard sighed deeply. The first thing he had done once he'd gotten home earlier was shower (much to Vince's chagrin, not wasn't kissing him). The need to scrub off all that makeup and change into some old, comfortable flannel pyjamas was greater than the desire to literally jump on Vince (in relief that he was okay). Maybe that was why Vince was acting out so much. He was like a puppy himself, craving attention but cute enough to always get it right away. And if he didn't, he'd become a holy terror.
Or a teasing minx!
Thought Howard.Howard attempted another route, "My my. What a beautiful, diamond pendant you have on. I honestly do believe it makes you look like an angel. In a handsome way of course..."
Vince fingered Lazarou's stolen necklace happily (yes he'd swiped it. Or, as he liked to think of it -been compensated with it!), "Really? Aw Howard, that's sooo...see-through of you!" Giggled Vince at his irritated expression, "You're like a big,clear,jellyfish man! Flattery won't get you the answer!"
Howard suddenly started laughing too. Not that he'd admit that to Vince, of course, as he stifled it behind his hand. He suddenly had been overcome with a feeling of relief at hearing Vince giggle so happily. That everything had turned out so well. Such a rarity.
"I'm so glad you're alright," Whispered Howard earnestly. He brushed a piece of Vince's hair behind his ear ever so lightly (another rarity that Vince had even let him - boyfriend's rights - yes!). Vince revelled at the touch.
Suddenly he grabbed his boyfriend's hands and pulled him closer, so they were sat on the edge of his red, glittery-sheeted bed. He'd become tired of playing. What the woman had told him played on his mind too. "Look Howard, if you must know she said..." he relented finally.
"Yes?" Howard prompted.
"She said she knew you were the boyfriend I'd been going on about so much. Said she could just tell because you're clearly my..."
"I'm clearly your what Vince?" Howard was much softer this time, noticing Vince had gone Ruby-red, avoiding eye contact. He very gently cupped Vince's chin between his thumb and index finger, lifting until he cold see those beautiful blue eyes once more.
"That you're my soul mate." Vince said in a rush before he started to babble, "Which you know at the time, I was all sarcastic and going 'Oh that's real nice!' seeing as you were dressed as a woman and all. She must have thought I had mental problems or a kinky fetish for cross dressers or summit... Anyway, the truth is I really think she could be right and I know you don't believe in that kind of thing and are probably going to laugh at-"
For the second time that day, Vince Noir was interrupted by the most gentle, loving kiss he had ever experienced. Hands, as light as feathers ran through his hair softly. The kiss intensified until Howard broke away suddenly, leaving him gasping for air, bewildered.
"Does it look like I'm laughing?" Howard asked huskily. He could see how much this confession had meant to Vince, and he adored him even more for it. Then, as Howard isn't the most comfortable person when in awkward situations, he added jokily, "And if that's your own 'special' way of saying 'I love you Howard', then thank you."
Vince looked crestfallen, so he quickly added, "Oh, and you know I love you too, so don't give me that wounded look little man!"
The mega-watt, beacon smile returned on Vince's face, "And you think we're soul mates too?" He asked hopefully.
"Of course." Howard replied instantly, "There's no way you could drive me this crazy if you weren't!"
"Oi!" Giggled Vince. And with that, he flung his arms happily around Howard, shifting until he was sat on his lap, fully intending to enjoy their anniversary to the max!
He kissed Howard sweetly, wriggling his hips suggestively (more like a cat this time!) and purring contently when Howard sucked at his lower lip a little. Still something was bothering him.
"Howard?"
"Yes...?" Mumbled Howard distractedly, as he trailed warm kisses down his neck.
"I'm sorry for saying this anniversary wasn't worth celebrating," He managed to gasp out. Howard may have been inexperienced before their relationship, but he sure was a fast learner. He was being very distracting. "Howard!" He giggled, pulling away a little, "I mean it. You and me. We'll always be a reason worth celebrating."
Howard was suddenly very moved at the admission, "Oh Vince..."
"Even when you play your manky old jazz records or are dressed as a lady of the night! Or when you-"
"Vince! Shut up!" Laughed Howard fondly.
"Think you better make me..." Smiled Vince suggestively.
And so he did!
The end :-)
Okay, okay I know that was lame... so fluffy, you'll be vomiting kittens. Sue me!
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(Legal note: do not sue this young writer. She has no money at all!)
Dayam! One day I'll have the courage to write something more Howince-y!
