Type of work: Chapters of In Joy and Sorrow
Genre: Romance, fan fiction
Title: In Joy and Sorrow: Chapter Fourteen, Luck would have it
Author: dreamsinfiction
Fandom: Ville Valo of -H-I-M-
Rating: R
Warning: language, sexuality


Links to previous chapters:
Chapter One, Not an average groupie
Chapter Two, Caught the mouse
Chapter Three, Under cover of sunshine
Chapter Four, Angel behind those eyes
Chapter Five, Insane walls
Chapter Six, Ferry fear
Chapter Seven, Such a burden
Chapter Eight, Escape the tears
Chapter Nine, Risk it all
Chapter Ten, Truth can never spoil
Chapter Eleven, Dirty in the downfall
Chapter Twelve, Dream
Chapter Thirteen, Chain of pain and fear




Sitting in the back of the club, Kat rubbing her right eye, not caring that smudged black liner came off on her hand. It was dark anyways. Besides it was supposed to look smudged. She finished her beer, eyes turning to the stage expectantly as the lights dimmed. Any moment he would come on stage. And it felt different that day. Maybe because she had seen him in his naked glory like all the girls in the crowd were fantasizing about. That brought a small smirk to her lips. Watching the concert that night would be different for certain.

As the set began and Ville settled into rock mode, Kat stood, abandoning her stool. For half a moment she considered joining the mosh pit. Instead she turned her back on it and headed out into the cooler air of night. If she were lucky, she'd still be able to hear the band enough to know when the set was over and still enjoy the fresh air.

Apparently that night she was. Sitting on a bus bench just outside the club, Kat could hear wafts of notes from inside. Well enough to determine what song was playing at least. She slowly smoked one of Ville's cigarette, comparing her life before Ville and after him. She was infinitely happier. Perhaps all the shit she had gone thru before was to make her stronger, prepare her for a transitory life with Ville.

"Kat?"

She looked up at the woman who had spoken to her. Barely able to keep her face from showing a reaction, Kat instantly recognized her as Jonna. Her mind raced at what the woman wanted with her and if she should be ready to defend herself. She wasn't particularly in a fighting mood, but if push came to shove, she'd kick Jonna's ass.

"Perhaps. Who wants to know?" she replied in a steady voice.

"As if you do not know who I am," she retorted. "Afterall you're the fan who went too far."

"Am I? And how would you quantify as going too far?" Kat asked.

Jonna chuckled, an evil tint in it, "Convincing Ville to break off our engagement isn't too far?"

"I hardly think I could convince Ville of anything he didn't want to do, especially when I'm certain girls before me have tried," she responded coolly.

"Does it feel good to be a homewrecker?"

"I'll let you know if I ever break up a home," Kat replied.

"You broke up mine," Jonna argued.

"I think you did that all yourself."

"What do you hope to gain from this? Fame? Fortune? Silicone boobs?"

Kat laughed, "Nothing at all. I'm not in it to gain anything. And my breasts are just fine. I don't need to enhance them in any way shape or form. Ville likes them just as they are."

"You slept with him."

"That," Kat put out her second cigarette, "is none of your business. Now if you don't mind, the show is nearly over. I have a hot man waiting for me."

Standing, she took a few steps towards the club, her nerves on edge, just waiting for Jonna to do or say something in hopes of riling her up. Luckily, she said nothing, though she glared daggers at Kat. Shrugging it off, she re-entered the club as the final song began.


Kat lounged on Ville as he slowly ran the sponge over her body. Her lips twitched in a smile when he finally dropped the silly sponge and let his fingers dance over her bubble-covered body. For whatever reason, she had become enamoured with bubble baths since she and Ville.... got together. They were sweet and sensual all the same time. And easily Kat's favourite after-concert activity.

The rest of the band had gone out to paint the town whatever colour. Perhaps Ville had sensed something was off with Kat. Or maybe he was getting tired of that game. Whatever the reason, he suggested staying in for the night and Kat eagerly accepted. After her little run in with Jonna, she did not want to give the ex more opportunities, nor did she want to risk running into Bam. Alone time with Ville was great.

"I think," he began, his fingers tracing around her tattooed breasts, "this is my favourite use of the heartagram so far."

Her eyes fluttered open to glance down at his hands, "Mmmm. I'm rather fond of yours myself."

"Nothing compared to yours," he claimed.

"Perhaps," she replied. "But if you keep playing with mine, we're gonna have an issue."

"Oh?"

"Yes. Because I'm pretty sure we didn't latch the chain on the door. And I'm not.... oh god," she groaned when he flicked the jewelry. "That's it. We're done with this bath."

Pushing his hands away from her breasts, Kat stood up. Ville was on his feet a moment later, his hands circling her waist from behind, his lips kissing her wet neck. Kat groaned, leaning against him, her half-lidded eyes glancing over at the mirror. She smiled crookedly, amazed that seeing herself being touched by Ville was even more arousing. She was certain she was going to circle down the drain with the bath water if he kept up with what he was doing.

"Must.... check.... lock...." she regretfully pulled away from him.

Leaving Ville to let the water out of the tub, Kat hurried to the door, towel wrapped around her. Added the chain and the extra deadbolt to the door, she felt infinitely better. She would not have another interruption. Ville would be hers and hers alone that night...