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He didn’t know that night would change his life. Looking back, if he had known, he would have at least combed his crazy hair when he stepped out of the shower that evening.
As it were, he walked into the pub looking less than his usual perfect. His hair wasn’t combed, his jeans had holes in them, and he’d forgotten to shave. Anyone who knew him would have said he looked like he’d just rolled out of his sidewalk cardboard box, but he hadn’t really cared. He was only going out that night to wish Eero’s wife a happy birthday, anyway.
But the second his eyes fell on her, he wanted to kick himself for not taking his usual preparing. She was nothing short of amazing- long, lean legs gliding her tight, slim body across the crowded pub floor, highlighted by the skirt that settled mid- thigh, full breasts peeking sensually from her low-cut top, her face flushed with the heat from her movements on the dance floor. He soaked up her features, plush, red lips parted into a smile that reached his heart and blurred his mind; bright eyes of indeterminable color shone with excitement and humor; shoulder length hair swayed with her movements, catching the dim light of the pub and casting a halo around her.
Lauri realized he wasn’t breathing. Inhaling, he let his feet carry him to stand next to this incredible embodiment of sex on legs, intent on speaking to her, learning her name. His mind hurriedly tried to come up with something to say that didn’t sound like he was tripping over his tongue when the Fates stepped in and fucked his day up, in the form of another man.
A tall, light man who looked like a child with a bad home haircut. The man was obviously enjoying himself, dancing with his girl- wait... when did she become his girl?
That’s right. Immediately after he laid eyes on her. She belonged to him, now, and this... cockblower would have to step off, Lauri decided as his feet stopped their trek to her. Looking down with a scowl, he cursed his feet to carry on. He had business to attend to.
But they wouldn’t move. His conscience, that damn holier-than-thou voice in his head (usually sounded like his mother) knew she was taken and he had no rights to step in the middle of whatever she found with this other...boy. But damn if his mind and his cock really didn’t give a shit what was going on with them. She beloned to him, and not that hyper active little fuck that was currently bouncing around her, mocking dance, but making her laugh nonetheless. He wanted to hear that laugh for himself, not just see the mirth in her face as she threw her head back, exposing the column of flesh begging for Lauri to leave marks on. He needed her. But his fucking feet wouldn’t let him have her.
Lauri watched in helpless hurt and melting hope as the man drew her off the dance floor and to the bar to order another drink. His sight went red when he saw her beau place a hand on the small of her back and lean in so he could hear her speak to him. No one could put their hands on her, not unless it was Lauri himself. This man... he was going to be taken out of the picture. And fast.
***
What Lauri couldn’t see was the short girl on his new obsession’s other side, blocked from his view by the man and another person on the side of the cluster of people at the bar. He didn’t see the man reach for the short woman’s hand, he didn’t see him smile to her, and he didn’t see her smile up to him and didn’t hear what she said to make his woman laugh so hard.
Amy loved being out with her best friend, but sometimes her boyfriend acted a little too much like a five year old on Mountain Dew, bouncing off walls and rushing so fast through his words she couldn’t understand him. Half the time, he didn’t even realize he was chattering in rapid Finnish, and she had just gotten a firm grip on slow Finnish. She’d been enjoying the solitude of the dance floor while her friend ordered water for them, but Theon had bounced up behind her and dizzied her with his rapid movements. Finally, she managed to laugh him to a halt and let him pull her off the floor. Leaning against the bar, she looked down the counter top for the rest of their crowd and Cheri turned to them just as she was leaning over to ask Theon where everyone was.
Cheri interrupted with, “Damn lightweights! I thought Finnish men were the best drinkers in the world!” making Amy throw her head back in laughter.
“Does that mean we have to go, too?” she asked.
Theon looked at Cheri, his eyes wide, and said, “NO! Not yet, babe, please? We haven’t found Amy’s man yet.”
Cheri giggled and said, “I’m not your mother. Either of you. I’m fine dancing more.”
Amy grinned and said, “I’m not looking for a man, anyway. They play good music here.”
“So what are we doing at the bar? Let’s DANCE!” Theon said, grabbing both women and pulling them to the dance floor.
***
Lauri watched in silent rage as the man grabbed his girl’s hand and pull her out to the dance floor, his scowl deepening. How could this man have two women? Lauri just wanted the gorgeous one who’d stolen his world and hid it somewhere in that delicious cleveage. And this damn man got her and that short chick.
He cursed the world and its governing bodies for being complete dickheads, showing him what existed in the world only to keep it away from him. It was like dangling Grey Goose vodka in front of a poor alcoholic. He needed her so badly he was actually salivating.
Fuck the conscience. His feet would carry him to her, and he would win her from that polygamist. This woman deserved undivided attention, and he was just the man (well, he was the only man) to give her that attention. Everyone else could fuck off. She was his.
Unsteadily, he made his way to her, staring at her graceful form, her enticing hips swaying in time with the music. She blinked, and looked up, locking her gaze with his. His breath caught as the spark of desire lit her eyes. “Yes,” he thought, “She will be mine.”
Lauri stopped in front of her, then placed a hand on her hip and pulled her flush with him. “I’m Lauri. And you’re mine,” he said, tightening his grip and moving their bodies.
Her eyes went wide as she gasped, then nodded at him, winding her arms around his neck.
“Tell me your name, kallis,” he said.
“Amy.”
“Perfect.”
***
Come to think of it, Lauri wouldn’t change anything about that night. Had he looked like Lauri Ylonen, frontman, songwriter, he may not have been able to find her through the mobbing fans trying to get his attention. And having her slip through his fingers that simply was a fate worse than being in the $5 washed- up rockstar’s bin at the local record shop.
“Kallis,” Lauri said, pulling her to his lap, “You’ll always be mine.”
She wound her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him. “I’ve never belonged to anyone else,” she said.
Lauri grinned. “Perfect.”
He didn’t know that night would change his life. Looking back, if he had known, he would have at least combed his crazy hair when he stepped out of the shower that evening.
As it were, he walked into the pub looking less than his usual perfect. His hair wasn’t combed, his jeans had holes in them, and he’d forgotten to shave. Anyone who knew him would have said he looked like he’d just rolled out of his sidewalk cardboard box, but he hadn’t really cared. He was only going out that night to wish Eero’s wife a happy birthday, anyway.
But the second his eyes fell on her, he wanted to kick himself for not taking his usual preparing. She was nothing short of amazing- long, lean legs gliding her tight, slim body across the crowded pub floor, highlighted by the skirt that settled mid- thigh, full breasts peeking sensually from her low-cut top, her face flushed with the heat from her movements on the dance floor. He soaked up her features, plush, red lips parted into a smile that reached his heart and blurred his mind; bright eyes of indeterminable color shone with excitement and humor; shoulder length hair swayed with her movements, catching the dim light of the pub and casting a halo around her.
Lauri realized he wasn’t breathing. Inhaling, he let his feet carry him to stand next to this incredible embodiment of sex on legs, intent on speaking to her, learning her name. His mind hurriedly tried to come up with something to say that didn’t sound like he was tripping over his tongue when the Fates stepped in and fucked his day up, in the form of another man.
A tall, light man who looked like a child with a bad home haircut. The man was obviously enjoying himself, dancing with his girl- wait... when did she become his girl?
That’s right. Immediately after he laid eyes on her. She belonged to him, now, and this... cockblower would have to step off, Lauri decided as his feet stopped their trek to her. Looking down with a scowl, he cursed his feet to carry on. He had business to attend to.
But they wouldn’t move. His conscience, that damn holier-than-thou voice in his head (usually sounded like his mother) knew she was taken and he had no rights to step in the middle of whatever she found with this other...boy. But damn if his mind and his cock really didn’t give a shit what was going on with them. She beloned to him, and not that hyper active little fuck that was currently bouncing around her, mocking dance, but making her laugh nonetheless. He wanted to hear that laugh for himself, not just see the mirth in her face as she threw her head back, exposing the column of flesh begging for Lauri to leave marks on. He needed her. But his fucking feet wouldn’t let him have her.
Lauri watched in helpless hurt and melting hope as the man drew her off the dance floor and to the bar to order another drink. His sight went red when he saw her beau place a hand on the small of her back and lean in so he could hear her speak to him. No one could put their hands on her, not unless it was Lauri himself. This man... he was going to be taken out of the picture. And fast.
***
What Lauri couldn’t see was the short girl on his new obsession’s other side, blocked from his view by the man and another person on the side of the cluster of people at the bar. He didn’t see the man reach for the short woman’s hand, he didn’t see him smile to her, and he didn’t see her smile up to him and didn’t hear what she said to make his woman laugh so hard.
Amy loved being out with her best friend, but sometimes her boyfriend acted a little too much like a five year old on Mountain Dew, bouncing off walls and rushing so fast through his words she couldn’t understand him. Half the time, he didn’t even realize he was chattering in rapid Finnish, and she had just gotten a firm grip on slow Finnish. She’d been enjoying the solitude of the dance floor while her friend ordered water for them, but Theon had bounced up behind her and dizzied her with his rapid movements. Finally, she managed to laugh him to a halt and let him pull her off the floor. Leaning against the bar, she looked down the counter top for the rest of their crowd and Cheri turned to them just as she was leaning over to ask Theon where everyone was.
Cheri interrupted with, “Damn lightweights! I thought Finnish men were the best drinkers in the world!” making Amy throw her head back in laughter.
“Does that mean we have to go, too?” she asked.
Theon looked at Cheri, his eyes wide, and said, “NO! Not yet, babe, please? We haven’t found Amy’s man yet.”
Cheri giggled and said, “I’m not your mother. Either of you. I’m fine dancing more.”
Amy grinned and said, “I’m not looking for a man, anyway. They play good music here.”
“So what are we doing at the bar? Let’s DANCE!” Theon said, grabbing both women and pulling them to the dance floor.
***
Lauri watched in silent rage as the man grabbed his girl’s hand and pull her out to the dance floor, his scowl deepening. How could this man have two women? Lauri just wanted the gorgeous one who’d stolen his world and hid it somewhere in that delicious cleveage. And this damn man got her and that short chick.
He cursed the world and its governing bodies for being complete dickheads, showing him what existed in the world only to keep it away from him. It was like dangling Grey Goose vodka in front of a poor alcoholic. He needed her so badly he was actually salivating.
Fuck the conscience. His feet would carry him to her, and he would win her from that polygamist. This woman deserved undivided attention, and he was just the man (well, he was the only man) to give her that attention. Everyone else could fuck off. She was his.
Unsteadily, he made his way to her, staring at her graceful form, her enticing hips swaying in time with the music. She blinked, and looked up, locking her gaze with his. His breath caught as the spark of desire lit her eyes. “Yes,” he thought, “She will be mine.”
Lauri stopped in front of her, then placed a hand on her hip and pulled her flush with him. “I’m Lauri. And you’re mine,” he said, tightening his grip and moving their bodies.
Her eyes went wide as she gasped, then nodded at him, winding her arms around his neck.
“Tell me your name, kallis,” he said.
“Amy.”
“Perfect.”
***
Come to think of it, Lauri wouldn’t change anything about that night. Had he looked like Lauri Ylonen, frontman, songwriter, he may not have been able to find her through the mobbing fans trying to get his attention. And having her slip through his fingers that simply was a fate worse than being in the $5 washed- up rockstar’s bin at the local record shop.
“Kallis,” Lauri said, pulling her to his lap, “You’ll always be mine.”
She wound her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him. “I’ve never belonged to anyone else,” she said.
Lauri grinned. “Perfect.”