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Heartbroken	By : purplecandlelight Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rasmus Views: 1190 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Rasmus. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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DISCLAIMER: I do not know the members of The Rasmus and to my knowledge these events never took place. All original characters are of my own creation and belong solely to me.

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A low moan escaped my throat as his finger tips trailed down the sides of my body.

“You taste so good.” his words ghosting over my neck as he left a trail of kisses from my jaw, down my neck, over my collar bone, and across my chest until he found one of my firm nipples.

“Oh god.” running my fingers through his damp hair as he sucked the pert mound of flesh into the warmth of his mouth and began flicking it with the tip of his tongue. My legs wrapped around his waist, my feet trying desperately to push his black Calvin Klines, the last vestige of his clothing, off his body. “Please Lauri.” My moans increasing as his hand found my other nipple, beginning the game of gently pinching the little collection of nerves.

“Are you sure?” he asked almost nervously, but has his eyes met mine I saw more desire than ever before.

“Please.” I moaned again as my nails raked slowly from the base of his back to the bottom of his neck. Shimmying out of his shorts, I soon felt him pressed against me, holding perfectly still, as if waiting for my final approval. “I need you.” A carnal smile spread across his face as he pushed his girth into me and began creating a slow rhythm . Wrapping my legs around him again, I pulled him closer as his thrusts became more furious and labored. The sound of our moans filled the room drowning out anything else that could have threatened our moment. As my toes began to curl and Lauri sped towards the end my eyes fell into his. “I love you Lauri.”

“What the hell?” my eyes closed, the kink in my neck preventing me from turning towards the source of the light, which I could only assume was coming from the window which was thinly veiled with a sheer white curtain. Slowly lifting my head off the back of the suddenly uncomfortable couch, my hand carefully found its way to the back of my neck, slowly trying to work the kink out. Opening my eyes I took in the almost surreal glow of the sparsely decorated, naturally lit living room. Looking around at the furniture I realized I was alone and that’s when it hit me: last night, the dream, Lauri, the rains. A quick glance around the room for signs of life and I felt my heart leap as my eyes landed on his oversized black shoes resting, lifeless, next to the still locked door.

“You’re awake.” His thick accent echoed through my mind causing chills to cascade through my entire body. Turning to find him emerging from the bathroom I found myself recalling the events of the previous night and how the rain dripping down his toned abdomen had left my stomach and my mind in a fluttering whirl of confusion. I studied him for moment, letting my mind wander as his still t-shirt and sweat pant clad form make its way towards me, a slow friendly smile raising my lips gently.

“Yeah. . .Oh God!” the sharp pain wrecking my neck and shoulders, making my entire body shake for a minute. Trying to shake off my outburst I gave him a half hearted smile as I noticed the pained grimace decorating his soft, almost childlike facial features,

“Turn around.” Without question I silently abided by his request, turning to face the dark screened television. “I knew I should have taken you to bed.” his words were timid and stopped when I drew an almost shocked breath as his warm hands found their way to the base of my aching neck. “It was pretty obvious you’re neck was gonna be sore when you woke up.” My eyelids drifted closed, head hanging forward slightly as those strong fingers, accustom to manipulating guitar strings, continued manipulating my muscles and my mind. As my long brown hair drifted over my face I let a smile cross my lips as I pondered how those fingers would feel drifting across my skin, just as they had done in my dream. A small throaty chuckle brought me back to reality, “Then again I didn’t want to disrupt your sleep.”

“What’s the laugh about sweetie?” my words half a mumble, half a moan as I felt some of the tension in my neck beginning to evaporate.

“Lets just say,” the innocent smile covering his face was audible, “whoever that dream was about, you should tell him.” Suddenly the tension that had left my neck returned two fold as my eyes flew open and my entire body went stiff.

“Oh Dear God.” My mind raced with images of Lauri listening to me call out his name in my sleep and at that moment I wanted to be anywhere but in the same room with my best friend who had apparently listened to my entire erotic dream, about him none the less.

“Don’t worry Anna,” again with that slightly mischievous, slightly nervous laugh, “I haven’t heard anything quite that amazing since the last time Aki brought a groupie back to the hotel.”

“Just drop it Lauri.” I mumbled as my head fell into my hands and I began trying to think my way out the horrifying situation.

“Oh come on,” resting his head on my shoulder, “it’s not that big of a deal.” My heart paused and my breath got caught as his words danced across my neck, bringing back the memory of those soft lips resting against my neck the previous evening. The image of his lips on my skin stuck in my mind for a moment, looking very much like a portrait, a classical oil painting of longing and pent up desire.

“Breakfast!” My voice cracking sharply as my slightly unsteady legs quickly lifted me off my uncomfortable resting place and I headed towards the safety of the kitchen, “Yes, that’s what we need.” The texture under my bare feet quickly changed from the natural wood of the living room to the smooth linoleum of the kitchen. ‘What the hell is wrong with you?’ my mind screamed as I mindlessly retrieved some eggs, cheese, onions, and peppers out the ice box and casually set them on the counter next to the stove.

“Anna, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he began as he made his way into the kitchen, “I thought you’d find it funny.” Turning around with a cutting board in hand I came face to face with my dearest friend, the sweetest person I’d even met, one of the most commonly misunderstood people I’ve ever known and as I looked into those once again sad looking green eyes my heart screamed for me to take him by the hand and show him how much his pain hurt me and how much I wanted to protect him from it all; but instead I bit my lip, my mind telling me these sudden feelings would go away. “I’m sorry .”

“It’s alright Lauri,” I smiled despite myself and shook my head, “I didn’t mean to react like that, I just, I guess I wish you hadn’t heard that.” A soft blush spread across both our faces as I brought my eyes back to his.

“No worries.” he took the cutting board from me, placing it on the counter as he reached for a knife. “I just worry about you, I mean, you’ve been alone for a while now.” Handing him the onion I gave him an honest smile.

“I guess I’ve gotten used to it that’s all.” Retrieving a frying pan from under the oven and placing it on a front burner. “I’ve decided that things will happen when they are supposed to and I’m not going to push things.”

“I can accept that,” he replied thoughtfully as he turned to me, “but just tell me one thing.”

“Anything for you sweetie.” a cheeky grin lighting up my face.

“Who was the dream about?” I watched the curious smile form on his lips as my mind raced – first with the ecstatic thought that he didn’t know who had inspired my apparently rather vocal dream, which was quickly replaced by the decision of what to say. Furrowing my brow I looked away from that curious face and turned back to the frying pan. “Not going to tell me?” His voice was husky and when I turned to face him I found him standing only inches behind me. I lost myself in those green orbs, where the sparkle had returned, noticing that we were for once at eye level with each other.

“I love it when you’ve got those damn shoes off.” My voice a needy whisper that caused me to bite the inside of my cheek as I watched him cock his head slightly to the right and give a look that I thought might be reflecting the intensity in my gaze.

“Must be some one I know if you’re not going to tell me.” that familiar friendly smile returning to his lips before he returned to his job of cutting the onion. We cooked breakfast and ate it in relative silence. There really wasn’t much to say and small talk had never been a big thing between the two of us, so we simply enjoyed the silence of each other’s company. As we sat at my small white kitchen table I was reminded of some of the first meals we made together when I had first gotten my own place. At the time Lauri had been a regular fixture in my apartment, if he wasn’t recording, performing, or partying he was at my place. We would cook meals, watch movies, and talk about everything that was important to us at the time, but sitting at the table on that late Friday morning I noticed for the first time just how nice it was to have him sitting with me again, how comfortable I was with him, and then it hit me like a falling piano – I had always held men up to him as a means of comparison. If they couldn’t make me feel this warm and comfortable I walked away because they weren’t what I’d been looking for. They weren’t Lauri. My fork clattered down on my plate as this realization passed through my mind. “You ok?” he enquired, looking up from his clean plate.

“Yeah.” my smile forced, but only because I wanted to be sure it hid the things I was really feeling.

“Anna, can I ask you for a favor?” pushing his plate away from him, he leaned back slightly on the wooden chair.

“Anything sweetie.” I watched as he looked down at his fingers and began picking at the black polish covering his left nails.

“I talked to Sara this morning; she said she’s moving out. . .”

“As she should.” my voice slightly more defensive than I intended, bringing a nervous smile to his lips.

“Well she said it would take a few days, so I was wondering if I could stay here for a few days?”

“Of course you can Lauri, you should know by now that you don’t even have to ask.” I reached out, resting my hand on his, trying my best to sooth what I knew was still an open wound for him.

“Will you come with me to get some clothes?” His eyes finding mine I noticed how his green eyes appeared to be floating in a sea of tears, tears I was sure he wouldn’t let break free, and perhaps that made the sight all the more heart breaking.

“You know I will.” My soft lopsided smile reflecting on his lips as he drew a deep breath and entwined his hand with mine. After cleaning up the dishes I threw on a clean pair of blue jeans and white t-shirt before finding a hoodie to throw around Lauri and then we were off to his apartment. The cab ride was silent and more than once I found myself looking over to find Lauri staring out the window and rubbing nervously at the stubble decorating his chin. Twenty minutes later we stepped out of the cab, telling him to wait for us, and headed into the building.

“Looks like no one’s home.” he mumbled as we stepped inside the apartment.

“Let’s get you some clothes and get out of here.” placing a comforting hand on the base of his back we made our way into the bedroom. I cringed as the smell of sex hit me in the face and I took note of the crumpled men’s clothes next to the bed which obviously didn’t belong to Lauri. He on the other hand simply strolled to his dresser and began throwing items into his backpack. ‘How on earth could she do this to him?’ I asked myself silently. A soft sniffle from the form hunched over the dresser caught my attention. “Lauri?” My words unanswered as I walked to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and taking note of the object in his trembling hand.

“I was gonna ask her last night.” he stated flatly as I tried not to look shocked while observing the princess cut diamond in a platinum setting resting it the small velvet box he held.

“Lauri, I don’t know, I’m so sorry. . .” I stammered until I heard the front door shut. With a snap he closed the box, cramming it into the still open pack just as Sara entered the room.

“I thought your pathetic little ass wasn’t gonna come around until I was gone.” she stated dismissively as she walked by us and began rummaging through the closet.

“I needed some clothes.” his voice dripped with defeat and as I crossed my arms over my chest I could feel myself growing defensive on his behalf. He slung his bag over his shoulder just as she turned from the closet and made her way towards him.

“You know what Lauri,” purposefully over pronouncing his name as she began, “you’re never going to find anyone as good as I was to you. Perhaps if you would have just been around more this could have worked.” My eyes shot between the two of them with a look of shock, unable to believe that I was hearing her right. Was she really blaming him for this? “You’ll never find someone little man,” she poked him in the chest, knowing just like I did that no matter what he wasn’t one to hit women, “no one will ever understand you like I did.” Lauri’s face was unreadable at this point, but the dark green of his eyes told me he’d had just about enough. He turned and left the room, me following at his side.

“Lauri!” her voice rang through the apartment in time with her foot steps and ten feet from the front door he turned to me.

“You’d do anything for me right Anna?” A quick nod was all he needed. “Then play along.” I gave him a confused look, but as I saw her round the corner I felt those strong arms wrap around my waist and those soft pink lips crashing down on mine.
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