69. First time

There's no words after that short conversation. There's no need for them. Venla stands up, reaches for her undies and kicks them away. Ilari doesn't need another word either. He opens his belt and pushes Venla against the wall. Venla rips his shirt open and hears him unzipping. 

They share a deep kiss, breathe same air and Venla's tongue penetrates Ilari's mouth while Ilari reaches for his back pocket. There's a sound of plastic ripping and he looks straight to Venla's eyes. She nods and second later Ilari lifts her up against the wall. Venla gasps when he buries himself into her. 

They are both so turned on it goes rough after that. Two bodies moving in shared rythm, moaning grunting panting as one. - 

That was intense, Ilari huffs after long long silence. Venla is still trying to catch her breath. Maybe because Ilari’s weight lies heavily on her and he clings to her like he’s drowning.

- Mm, she manages to voice.

- You ok?

- Huh? Venla blinks. – What?

- You are so quiet, Ilari sighs. He can hear Venla’s heart is still racing.

- Just trying to get my breath back, Venla says and gives him a tired but happy smile. – You are quite heavy. Ilari pushes himself up, kisses Venla and nuzzles her cheek before getting up. It makes her smile a little more. That little gesture had so much emotion in it. Venla closes her eyes and listens Ilari moving around, Lucky whines little, garbage bin clanks. Then he’s back, sits by and runs his fingers into her hair.

- Damn, Ilari says softly. – I’ve never met anyone like you.

- like what? Venla opens her eyes. Gosh, she’s starting to feel very tired. Though Ilari took care of most of the physical action it still took it’s toll on her.

- Like we have same language, Ilari says

- But we do? Venla sits up.

- Didn’t mean it like that. Ilari replies. – You speak My kind of language. You really get me.

- Really?

- Mm. I feel I can share things with you I couldn’t do before with others. Ilari reaches for her and guides Venla into his lap. He clearly wants to cuddle and Venla hasn’t got anything against it.

Ilari lies on the couch half awake. Venla left moments before and he feels relaxed, satisfied and happy. Christ, that woman could be the one for him. Next time he wants slowly undress her, search every part of her body and really take his time to it. Spend hours skin to skin. This was great first aid, but he wants more. Fall asleep with Venla, wake up with her, share his morning coffee in her company.  Just to be close. He can imagine doing that day after day.

Ilari checks his phone since it's late and his granma haven't come back and notices Virpi was voted to be second in the most beautiful invitee in Presidential Independency Reception. Uh. In another time, in another situation he would have been there at her side. He looks at her beautiful face and feels nothing. Familiar face he used to know, used to love but there’s nothing left. Stranger that used to be important to him.