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Kiss Me
By : TaimaMarie
Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM
Views: 2749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
Ville Valo swallowed as he stood in the bathroom, wetting a paper towel in the sink. He carefully wiped at his skin, sighing as the color came off onto the towel. He only applied the palest foundation, because he managed to convince himself that he was full of tiny imperfections.
Little wrinkles here and there, tiny tiny acne scars. The scar under his lower lip from when he’d walked into a baseball bat when he was four. He covered all these up. He used blush and a darker foundation to highlight his cheekbones. He used mascara to make his eyes pop more.
Perhaps his mother should have been a bit more worried when he liked to play dress up at a young age, Ville mused, a dry smile on his face as he wet another paper towel with the cleanser he carried in his bag of trick.
The bag of tricks. He smiled again when he thought of it. The huge black purse that carried all his tools for this masquerade. He wiped again at his flesh, peering carefully in the mirror. It simply wouldn’t do to have clogged pores and break out into pimples.
Once his skin was taken care of, he slipped out of his high heeled shoes, slid the skirt off his slender hips. Best to leave the panties on, though. They were comfortable. A light blush spread across his cheeks as he slipped into the sweatpants he wore
to bed.
Whenever he was dressed as a girl, whenever he was wearing a different skin, he never blushed. He wasn’t embarrassed of this at all. It was only when he had to go back to being who he really was that doubts crept into him.
Ville stripped off the halter top, pulled on a huge black t-shirt. He ran a comb roughly through his hair, ridding it of the soft feminine waves. He sighed as he shuffled out of the bathroom and flopped onto the couch.
“Did you have fun?” Burton asked, flipping through the channels on the television. His other friends, the other boys who shared this apartment, had long since gone to bed. But Burton was like him, a night owl.
Sleep always seemed to evade them, slipping right between their fingers. Ville looked at his friends before turning towards the back of the couch.
“I had a really good time.”
“Dance with anyone nice?”
“Well,” Ville hesitated. He didn’t often talk about this with the guys.
“You did!” Burton crowed. He stopped and examined his friend carefully. “What was he like?”
“Just… He just was.” Ville swallowed. “I didn’t even get his name.”
**
Bam lay down on the couch that night. Lotus and Helen had both told him good night. Lotus had given him an extra tight hug, sensing, almost feeling that something was off about him.
“Do you want to tell me?” she asked softly. He just shrugged. To be honest, he wasn’t sure what there was to tell. Lotus nodded and released him.
Bam cuddled close in the blanket. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the one in the black skirt. He saw those legs, swirling and spinning. He felt those hands in his, felt the music flowing through him.
To be dancing again like that.
There was an ache in his chest that he could not name.- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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