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"Oh my God! That's Lema! Jyrki, look, it's Lema! LEMA!" I heard as I entered the bar, internally groaning at myself for knowing better than to come here.

"What are you doin' here, love?" My brother, Jyrki beamed, crossing the table to sweep me into his arms. I gasped when his smile registered and hugged him tightly, missing his familiar warmth and the strength of his arms around me.

"Came to check on Pappa. I didn't see you at the funeral." I answered, frowning at the man as I sat down beside my other brother, Jussi, across from a handsome man who I didn't recognize.

"We were there earlier. I couldn't really stay long, you know." Jussi answered for his brother, soft, solemn smile quirking his face as he looked down at me. I nodded my head in response, they had always been very close with Ville's family.

"This is Norman, Kuolema. Norman, this is my dear sister, Kuolema Valo." Jyrki introduced, gesturing between the man sitting across from me and my self. I narrowed my gaze at him at the use of my last name as I outstretched my hand to Norman's waiting one, his pretty crystalline eyes smiling at me.

"Mrs. Valo." Norman greeted, hand raising my own to his lips for a quick kiss.

I smiled, slightly blushing at him as I replied, "Just Kuolema, please. Valo won't be my last name for much longer." I shifted my gaze from Norman's mesmorizing irises to conitue my glare at my friend, earning me a smirk in silent reply.

"Getting married?" Norman asked, curiosity in his voice. Jussi barked out a laugh from his place beside me.

"Divorced." I answered before leaning over and stealing Jyrki's glass of Vodka and downing it quickly.

"Hey woman, get your own!" He growled, glaring at me with his teeth bared playfully.

"Don't mind if I do." I snorted, standing up from the table and making my way to the bar.

"I'll get that for you," Came a voice from behind me. Turning around I was met with Norman's smiling face as he leaned against the side of the bar beside me.

"Well thank you, Mr..."I trailed off.

"Reedus, but please, just call me Norman." he replied.

"Reedus? You're from that zombie show aren't you?" Flashes of seeing the name scrolled across Bam's TV jogging memories.

Norman chuckled but nodded his head, elbow resting on the counter top to cover his face with his hand, "Yeah. You don't watch it?"

"Um, sorry. Not really. My boss does though."

The bartender finally approached us and I rattled off what I wanted before Norman placed his own order. He listened as I spoke my pleasantries in Finnish to the old bar-keep, the man having ran the establishment since I'd been a little girl.

"Your voice is so beautiful." He mumbled once we'd received our drinks and were headed back to the table.

"Do you speak Finn, Norman?" I questioned as I took my seat.

"Ha! No. Um, I can speak a little bit of a few other languages, but never picked up on Finnish."

"Ha! I'm surprised Lema here can even say Hello in her tongue anymore, after all these years hiding in America!" Jyrki teased, scrunching his nose at me.

"I'm not hiding, Jyrki. Shut the fuck up." I gritted, flipping him off as I sipped the strong liquor in my glass.

"Did you see him tonight?" Jussi chimed in, throwing his arm around me and pulling me into his side. My eyes flicked to Norman for a second before back to Jyrki.

"Yes, mulkvisti, I did." I retorted hotly, rollng my shoulders to get out of Jussi's grasp. The man responded by poking me in my ribs.

"How did that go?"

"I haven't seen him in 5 years and recently served him with divorce papers. His mother recently died. About as well as to be expected." I answered, eyes shifting down to fight back the tears that were attempting to well up again. Jussi could of course sense it, as he tended to do with these things, and threw his arm back around me and pushed his shot glass infront of me with a smile.

"Drink, Enkeli. Tervetuloa kotiin." He rasped, kissing the top of my head. Norman raised his glass in salutation and everyone else followed suit.

Norman was surprisingly the only one who was able to keep up with my drinking, and by the end of the evening was still fairly coherent, even after we finished a whole bottle of Vodka. I had pulled myself away from the belligerent men I called my brothers and stumbled my way outside for a smoke when a random man approached me, leaning against the wall uncomfortably close.

"How are you doing this evening, love?" He rapsed in Finnish, Estonian accent thick with his words as his green eyes danced over my frame. He ws obviously drunk, swaying back and forth as he watched me light my cigarette.

"I'm fine, Thank you." I replied back, polite smile forced as I wished he woudl just go away.

"Ya know, a beautiful woman like yourself shouldn't be out here all alone, things...happen." he whispered, arm drunkenly extending itself out to slither around my waist and bring me closer. I coudl already smell the alcohol on him from where I'd been standing, but up closer the stench was so severe that it almost made me vomit all over his pervy little face.

"I'd appriciate it if you'd remove your hand from me, sir." I stated firmly, tugging his arm off me and stepping back.

"Oh come on, love, let's have some fun." The man smirked, stepping closer again.

"Everything alright?" was suddenly drawled in English from behind me, the man's head jerking up at the sound of an American accent.

"This is your boyfriend?" he asked in Finnish, smirk reappearing as he eyed Norman up and down, sizing him up.

"Yes." I hissed in English, turning on a bright smile as I stepped back into Norman's personal space, "Play along," I whispered to him.

Norman got the hint, thankfully, and curled an arm possesivly around my shoulders and drew me into his side. Taking full advantage of the little charade, he let a hand wrap around the back of my neck to pull me into a chaste, but lingering kiss before turning back to the brute still standing there, "Gotta problem?"

I repeated the words to the man in Finnish, quriking an eyebrow as I waited for his response. I coudl taste Norman on my lips, vodka and cigareetes familiar but enticing all the same. I hummed as the man shook his head in a universal 'no' motion before turning around and finding some other young girl to bother.

"Thank you, Norman." I said, gently pulling myself out of his grasp.

"No problem, sweetheart. Seems like every country's got their creeps, huh?"

"They're not as bad as in America, but yes, still...creepy." I replied with a light laugh, pretending to shiver in digust. Norman chuckled back, lighting up his own smoke as he looked into the flashing lights of the street.

"You leavin' soon? Jussi and Jyrki are pretty smashed but it seems like they're gonna be here all night. Waiting on their friend Villie or Willie or someone to pick them up I guess."

I snorted at the improper pronunciation of my soon-to-be ex-husband's name, shaking my head as I lowered my eyes to the ground, "Yeah, I'm staying at the hotel down the street."

"The one that starts with a P that I can't prounounce?" Norman asked with a laugh.

"Ha! Yes. That one." I replied, nodding my head wiht a smirk.

"I"m staying there too. I could walk you?" Norman suggested with a sly smirk bubbling under the innocent facade.

I gave my own coy smirk back at him, narrowing my eyes with a suspicious look that made him bark out a laugh, "I promise I'm not a creeper."

"Definately something a creeper would say, don't you think, Darling?" Ville suddenly spoke behind me, the deep rumble of his voice instantly pissing me off.

"Haista vittu, Ville." I spat, spinning around at him and glaring. Norman's arm instantly reattaching itself to my waist at the thought of another potential problem.

As if they'd been standing at the door waiting on Ville to approach, my brothers decided it would be a good time to exit the bar, basically falling out the entry way in their drunkenness, causing both Norman and Ville to rush forward to catch them.

"It's Willieeeeee!" Jussi screeched, arms reaching forward and encasing his bestfriend around the shoulders.

"Normie, Normie, Normie, This is Ville"-Hiccup- "This is Kuo-Kuo-Kuolema's" -hiccup- "Husband!" Jyrki slurred.

"Ex-husband." I clarified harshly.

"Not yet, love. I still haven't signed those bloody papers yet." Ville chuckled, directing Jussi to where he'd pulled his car up to.

Norman helped Ville push the two men into the backseat before stepping away to wait on me while smoking another cigarette.

"Are you going walking with the American or would you like a ride back home?" Ville asked, green eyes flicking from mine back behind me to where I assumed Norman was standing.

I snorted in disgust at his use of the term 'home.' His house hadn't been my home since I found him in bed with that stupid whore of a woman.

"I'll walk." I seethed, turning on my heels and grabbing Norman's hand, surprising him as I drug him away from the bar.

"So your ex seems like a stand up guy." Norman quipped as we walked down the street to the hotel.

"Absolutely delightful, isn't he?" I chuckled back, giving him a side eyed smirk.

"Seems like there's some tension there, though, I'd say."

"Just a little." I replied, not really wanting to go into the details of it.

Thankfully Norman seemed to not want to hear any of the details of it, and we continued our walk in peaceful silence until we approached the old hotel. We stumbled our way up the stairs, laughing at each other's clumsiness as the alcohol took back over when we stepped into the warm air of the lobby. I had to hold onto him a couple times to keep him from tipping over as we approached my room.

"This your room?" Norman giggled, pointing to my door.

"Yes." I replied back with my own giggle.

"That," He pointed to the door across the way from mine, "Is my room."

"Well, look at that, neighbors for the night."

"Your leaving?" Norman asked, brows furrowed in an almost-pout.

"Tomorrow, yes. Back to Pennsylvania."

"Oh, well, that's cool. I guess it was nice meeting you." Norman nodded, smile encroaching his eyes as he leaned forward to wrap his arms around me and kiss my cheek. He started to pull away but I caught his arm with my forearm.

"Hey Norman?" I breathed, suddenly feeling very nervous of what I was about to ask. After seeing my brothers and seeing Ville, I needed an escape from what I'd spent the last 5 years of my life running from. I needed to remind myself that I wasn't apart of this place anymore. That my life was different now.

"You want to...come inside?"

Norman blinked at me for a second, registering what I said, I suppose, before swallowing thickly and nodding his head.

My hotel room was small, but contained a mini-bar and a california king bed, so I really coudln't complain. Norman shrugged off his jacket and scarves while I proceeded pouring us a drink.

"So what brings you to Helsinki, Mr. Reedus?" I questioned, sauntering over to where he'd taken a seat at th edge of the bed to join him, handing him his glass as I sat down.

"Doing an art show at the University. I've met Jyrki and Jussi a few months back on another project." he replied before taking a sip of the stout liquor I'd poured him, "What about you?"

"The funeral. I try to avoid this place at all costs." I chuckled, looking down to where my hands were fidgeting withthe glass, "Too many bad memories here."

"You grew up here?"

"Yes, but when I started working for Bam I flew back and forth between here and the states while Ville and I were....still together... until I found him with..." I trailed off, not wanting to finish the statement as the memories made me see red.

"He looked smarter than that."

I snorted, "He's not, apparently. Too big of a romantic to be able to wait for his wife to come home."

That's not romantic, that's selfishness." Norman stated, shaking his head in disguist.

"Yeah well, shit happens, I guess, huh?" I replied, downing the rest of my drink before watching Norman do the same.

We stared at each other for a few moments, neither of us really sure of what to say or do.

"So..."Norman started, but trailed off.

"So...are you going to Kiss me again, Norman?" I asked, propping my elbow on my knee to hold my chin up with my knuckles.

Norman gulped, a cute little motion before letting a wide gin splitting his face. He took the glass out of my hand and placed it on the side table before wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and pulling me into another sweet kiss. His other hand snaked around my waist, nervously pulling me closer to him as I leaned us both back on the mattress. The kiss deepended as he opened his mouth against mine, breathing heavily against my lips, encouraging me to push my tongue past his teeth to dance with his.

He rolled over on top of me, his chest prest against mine as our tongues dominated each other's mouths. He gripped my hip with bruising fingers, pulling an involentary whimper from my lips as his body rutted against mine.

"Fuck" I moaned, eyes rolling back into my head as his lips worked their way down my jawline to my neck, sucking and licking at my sensitive flesh and making me writhe below him.

"You want this?" He rasped, breaking away for a second to look me in the eyes for confirmation. I took a second to make the decision, the fresh cuts on my heart bringing Ville to the front of my thoughts for a moment before I swallowed all memories of him down and focused on the beautiful man waiting on my answer. I exhaled the breath I didn't know I'd been holding and nodded. Not giving me the chance to change my mind, his tongue isntantly went back to attacking mine as his hands found their way under my shirt, moving to pull it off with one hasty motion. My fingertips found the hem of his own shirt and began to pull it up, and he raised himself off of me to help me rip it over his shoulders. My eyes raked down his chest, smirking at the tattoo.

"Your own name?"

"My dad's." He replied, latching his mouth onto the cleavage that spilled out of my bra as his arms snaked around me to lift me up to unclasp it.

"Fuck,"I repeated again as his tongue raked along my hardening nipple, a groanof pleasure rumbling past norman's lips and into my flesh as he continued his assault downward.

Once he got low enough he started working on the button of my pants, easily undoing it before looking back up to my face for one final question of consent. I nodded my head eagerly, earning me another smirk from him as he began pulling the slacks over my hips. He made quick work of my panties before pulling back again, unbuckling his belt while hungrily devouring me wiht his lust blown eyes.

"You're so fucking beautiful." He panted, throwing himself back ontop of me once he was down to just his black Saxx boxers, tossing a foil-wrapped condom onto the pillow beside me. His arm wrapped back around my waist and he flipped us over, my thighs adjusting to straddle his hips and grind down onto him, my heat dampening the fabric separating us.

"Fuck, look at you." He drawled, hands groping at my heavy breasts as he pushed his groin into me, enticing another mewl past my lips. I leaned forward and kissed him again, biting his lower lips and lifting my self off of him so he could push the last article of clothing away from his body.

He made quick work of rolling on the latex before shifting my hips and pulling me down so he could push into my body with a deep growl. My head instantly rolled backwards and a wail left me as the needy want deep inside me took over and I began to rock against him.

"Vittu minulle, Norman." I rasped, my ecstasy making English almost impossible.

"I have no idea what the fuck you just said, but whatever it was was hot as fuck." Norman gasped in reply, fingers pinching and tweaking my nipples as I began to lift up and down ontop of him with a faster pace.

"Fuck me, Norman." I repeated, making sure to speak the correct language as I bounced on his thick cock.

"Yes fuckin' 'mam." He retorted lowly, gripping my hips with another bruising grasp as he began bucking up into me as fast as his body would allow. I matched his thrusts with grinds of my own, earning me grunts and mewls from the man below me. "Ride that cock, princess. You look so fuckin' good on my dick."

"Norman!" I keened, raking my hand through my hair to push it away from my sweaty forhead. I could feel the pressure in my core coiling around itself, ready to snap the tension at any second as he continued to work me over.

"Yeah, girl, yeah." He growled, suddenly flipping us back over and throwing my leg over his shoulder in one smooth stroke. The new angle dug him in deeper, pulling more powerful and drawn out wails from me as he thrust over and over, sweat glistening across our skin and melting us into one another.

"I'm about to come," I keened, each snap of his hips rubbing against my clit and sending my body into a frenzy. Tingles shot through my veins as the pleasure took over, a loud, full-bodied scream forcing it's way out of my chest that sound something similar to his name. His hips stuttered in time with the flutter of my squeezing walls, following after me in release. He grunted in time with his off-kilter thrusts until he collapsed on top of me with exhaustion.

"Holy Hell," Norman panted, rolling off of me to dispose of the condom into the trashcan by the bed. I instantly started giggling.

"What's so funny?" He asked, confused at my reaction.

I snorted a couple of times before composing myself, "Sorry, I'm not laughing at you." -Another giggle- "It's just, I haven't done that in years!"

"What? Sex, or a one night stand?" He chuckled, climbing back into bed and arranging the sheets over us.

"Both!" I confessed, pulling the sheet up over my cheeks to hide my embarrassment.

Norman's eyebrows shot up and his eyeballs looked like they might actually pop out as he choked, "Wh-What?! No fuckin' way."

I nodded, looking up at him sheepishly with my face still covered. He shook his head as he placed his arms behind it, looking down at me from where he lay with a disbelieving smile.

"You're staying, right?" I asked suddenly, not wanting to be alone after the evenings festivities just yet.

"You want me to?" He asked back, quirking an eyebrow, disbelieving look still plastering his face.

"Look, I know I just met you. I'm not trying to do the whole 'Be with me forever' groupie bullshit I'm sure you deal with. I understand what this is, and I hope you do too,' I spoke softly, placing my hand on Norman's chest, to which he covered with his own, "This felt good, though, I will admit. Being with someone, so If you don't mind..."

Norman didn't answer, just simply turned off the dim light and let me snuggle into him, his warm embrace comforting me through the night.