Buried Alive By Love

Roxy decided she’d had enough of Ville’s moping. They had been back in Finland for a week. Bam still wasn’t due to join them for another week and Ville had been bumming around, depressed, and she was sick of it.
She threw open the door to Ville’s bedroom and flung open the curtains, letting in the cold sunlight, “Get up! I’ve had it! He’ll be here in a week and you need to stop being such a wanker!”
Ville curled into a fetal position and said something uncomplimentary in Finnish.
“Ville Hermanni Valo, get the fuck out of that bed now before I throw you into the snow.” She stood with her fists on her hips, tapping one booted foot on the floor.
“Leave me alone.” He said into the pillow.
“Honey, I’ve had it. Its been a week. This isn’t the first time you’ve been apart, nor is it the longest.” She pulled him up and threw him over her shoulder. Ville sputtered indignantly, and let out an unmanly shriek as Roxy dumped him naked into the snow in front of the building. He jumped up and ran to the door, but Roxy had beaten him to it and locked it behind her.
“Open the fucking door Roxanne! This isn’t funny! Let me in!” he pounded on it, shivering.
“Not until you stop being such a Nancy!” she shouted through the door.
“Fuck you, you bitch! Let me in!” his fingers were starting to turn blue and it hurt to pund on the door. He wasn’t too concerned about being naked outside, it happened fairly often, and his neighbors had learned to accept it, but he was freezing.
“No.” her voic grew faint as she walked away, “Find your own way in dickhead.”
Ville roared in frustration and gave the door a kick, cursing himself for kicking the door with his bare feet. He stared at the door for a second, expecting it to pop open. When it didn’t, he went around and tried all the windows on the ground floor, finding all of them locked. There was no way he was climbing up to the second floor. With hardly a second thought, he picked up a deck chair and threw it through the big glass patio doors.
Roxy was in the kitchen. She heard the crash and ran around to see what happened.
Ville was shivering, naked and turning purple. He carefuly navagated the broken glass with the door mat, sliding it along so he wouldn’t cut his feet.
Roxy laughed so hard she had to sit down. She barely looked up when Ville inched toward her.
“You,” his teeth chattered so hard that was the only word he could get out before he leapt at her, kocking her back to the floor.
She pinned him easily to the floor after a brief wrestling match, sitting on his stomach, and grinned down at him.
“This is not funny.” He glared at her, trying his hardest not to laugh. He grabbed her arm to try and yank her off and gasped, “Roxy, your arm!” they didn’t see the flash.
She looked down and saw the three inch piece of glass embedded in her arm, “Oh. Ouch. That stings.”
“Well take it out! No laeve it in!” he sat up and gingerly took her arm, “What do we do?”
“This.” She pulled the glass out and got out of his lap, grabbing some paper towels from the kitchen counter and moping up the blood that poured out of her arm.
Ville ran up, “Are you okay?”
She pulled away the bloody paper and showed him her arm, where the wasn’t any evidence of a cut, “I’m fine sweetie. Don’t worry about it.” She grinned at him, “Why don’t you go ge dressed and we can go get something to eat?”
His look of concern morphed into a frown, “I’m going to go get dressed, but only because I’m cold and naked.” He stopped at the entrance to his bedroom, “And we’re going to get food because you owe me breakfast, at least.” He came out a few minutes later dressed in tight jeans and a Souxzie and the Banshees’ t-shirt, “And don’t think that you aren’t going to have something horrible happen to you.”
Roxy laughed, “If you say so.” She tucked her arm through his and they went out the front door, locking it behind themselves.

~*~short chapter, cuz i don't feel like writting when no one reviews:( so tell me what you think, please? feed my ego and i promise more smutty Vam goodness in the next chapter!~*~md