68. Captain, my captain

- What's the occasion? Venla asks as she sits down. Ilari messaged she should come to him. He was prepared with bottle of bubbly and two glasses. 

- Oh. This is real champagne! Venla notices.

- Damn right it is. Ilari smiles and pours the drinks. - Well, You can call me captain Sydänmaa.

- What? Venla laughs. - Are you serious?

- Completely.

- You are such a moron! 

- Apparently you like morons, Ilari shrugs and corners of his mouth twitch. - No. This is for real. I got promoted.

- Sorry! I made a total ass of myself!

- A very nice ass, Ilari mentions.

- You ARE a moron. Venla rolls her eyes and laughs. He really wanted to celebrate this with her and Venla feels priviledged. - I'm messing this up more everytime I open my mouth, don't I?

Ilari just smiles back at her. 

- Congratulations? Venla tries to get back in line, but can't help herself. - Captain, My captain!

Deep kisses that taste like champagne. Venla feels giddy, bit crazy and can't get enough of his lips, his hands wandering on her skin. Today is a good day. There's less pain, champagne made her head wonderfully spinning and feeling hot. She's been grinding herself against Ilari and he's so hard underneath her Venla is almost ready to rip his clothes off right this instant. To feel him inside her. Venla smiles a little. 

- I've been thinking... Venla whispers.

- Hmm?

- What would it feel if you'd come into me. Ilari freezes. He blinks and takes a quick breath in and frowns.

- Don't tease me like that.

- I'm not.

- Are you sure? Ilari looks dubious. - I thought you wanted to take it slow. Venla nods and bends in to suck his lower lip.

- I was wrong.