It's FinRus baby. Hate this ship? I have done a one-shot book for other ships (and this one obviously). I'll probably be way more active there. Sorry for everyone who actually read this story. (though I bet there aren't very many of you) Informatio...
I looked myself in the mirror that was above the sink in the bathroom. America had flirted with me AGAIN and got a little too close. OK way too close in my opinion.
So obviously I had thrown him away from myself and excused myself to the bathroom. It was already late and the party would end soon. I was feeling tired, because I have had trouble sleeping in the past week.
The warmth.
I couldn't get the night I spent with Finland out of my head. It was stuck in my head and I couldn't get it out. I had the exact same feeling now, like I had in the night club. And it was...... Unexpected.
I had an idea that I wasn't completely sold on.
Could Finland be the reason why I felt warm? But why would he make me warm when nothing else could?
(Russia has no idea of this Soulmate thingy since he never studied it)
I looked at the dark room. There was barely enough light to see it. It had a weird smell. Old books, smoke and a tiny tint of alcohol hounted the room. There were some heavy curtains in front of the window. One was slightly open, allowing the lightning to bring a brief light in the dark room.
I pressed my hand on the wall near the door to see if there was a light switch. A dim light flickered for a while before completely turning on. It had a yellow-ish light.
The room seemed aged. There were two big windows behind the curtains, I guess. The one that was slightly open was on the right side of the room. It had a work desk in front of the window, allowing the senery of the back yard to be seen.
On the left side was a bed, that was long. It was probably for someone long, or just to make it more impressive. It was in the middle of the room, like in a master bedroom. The room itself wasn't that big.
There were a lot of bookselfs, covering the wall that had an old wall paper. I walked over to the work desk. It was like those old ones that are made of wood and have a weird pad thing on it. There was a lamp
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^that little fucker
I pulled (?) it on, eyeing the papers that were on the table. The whole room was slightly messy. Not a mess mess but unorganised. The papers were in Russian. I wasn't really reading the papers but still. I stopped when I noticed my name written on one of them.
Now I recognised the hand writing.
As I was walking back to the partying countries I noticed that a door, that had been locked this whole time, had gentle light coming from underneath it. I immediately walked over to it, opening the room, shutting it behind me. "Что ты делаешь в офисе моего отца ?!" I growled at the spooked Finn, holding a letter. He gripped the letter ever so lightly, carefully holding it.
"I- I.....", weird. No one has heard him stuttering. At least not publicly. I was showing my sharp theeth through a growl.
I suddenly changed my mind. I changed my growl into to a smirk, locking the door. "Now now pretty boy", I walked closer to him after shutting the ceiling lamp off.
I was standing right in front of him. "Плохие парни должны быть наказаны ~", I whispered seductively to him.
Oh fuck. I fucked up. I tilted my head slightly to look him in the eyes, feeling his hot breath tingling on my skin.
I swallowed hard, trying to keep the growing terror down. He had a aura same as his father. Strong, dangerous, dominant, and fierce. And those eyes were something that I would never forget. I could never forget him. I backed away, but only got two small steps before hitting the desk behind me. He took two steps forward, locking me in place by landing his hands on the table behind me. He was so close that our bodies were almost touching.
He was wearing a striped cut out t-shirt that was light blue and a cream color. He had his hoodie wrapped around his waist, it was a dark red. He had dark blue jeans on. His breath smells like alcohol. Shivers run down my spine when his breath met the skin of my neck. I shut my eyes biting my lower lip harshly.
I looked at the finnish male with a hungry spark in my eyes as I moved my other hand just above his hip, and digging my fingers in his flesh, smirking when I got a response of a flinch from the smaller male. His hands were slightly shaking, putting the letter down before grabbing my wrist as he opened his eyes to look at me. His eyes were conflicted. He had a hint of terror but mostly they were emotionless, like always.
I lifted my left arm up on his right, gripping the fabric of his shirt pulling it down, revealing his perfectly snow white skin. I hunched over, liking my lips before I bit harshly into his shoulder.
I gasped loudly feeling his sharp theet sinking down on my flesh. I grabbed his wrist more powerfully while the other was tightly gripping the desk as I tried to keep all the whines of pain inside me.
As his theet broke my skin on my shoulder I pulled my hand away from the desk and instead tried to push him away. Small whimpers escaped my lips as I clenched my jaw. I felt like a small camp fire had started inside my chest. Inside all of me, warming myself. I took a shaky breath as I was clueless what to do.
Should I just give up and go with what ever was going to happen, or was I going to fight back like I had all my life?
That's all folk's! And I am uncertain where I should take this from now on.....ehh I'll make something up. I don't have a story line anyway Translate :
The first: Что ты делаешь в офисе моего отца ?!" = What are you doing at my father’s office ?!
The second : Плохие парни должны быть наказаны~ = Bad guys should be punished (I was going for bad boys but what everrr)
