What Happens Under The Sun

''Guess where they're going.'' Bill had said to the girl beside him as Tom and I passed.

Tom started to kiss my neck as I searched my pockets for the key to his room. He had given it to me earlier. He found it before me in the back pocket of my shorts. I turned to take the key from his hand but he held it up out of my reach and pushed me against the door with his body. He wiggled his eyebrows playfully at me and I giggled before he pressed his lips lightly against mine.

When I distracted my hands by putting them around his neck, he let his hands fall to the lock on the door. I could feel him trying to unlock the door as I deepened the kiss, not making it any easier for him. I pulled him tighter against me, curving my body to fit his and he continued to fumble with the lock.

He had me pinned against the door and I heard the lock on the door click. He turned the handle and-

''Ah!'' I screamed as we fell backwards into his room.

We landed in an unorthodox heap on the floor, Tom with his head on my chest. I lifted my head and he looked up at me. We both started to laugh.

He stood up, closed the door and offered a hand to me. He pulled me up from the floor and right into him. He looked down at me and wiggled his eyebrows and again I giggled.

He leaned down and kissed me once lightly on my lips, and then again, this time gently prying my lips apart with his tongue.

As we started to back towards the bed, my hands flew to the bottom of his shirt as his did mine. I pulled it quickly over his head and replaced my lips on his. My shirt though, was a different story.

When Tom tried to pull it over my head, one of the buttons on the front caught in my hair and I yelped in surprise when it pulled a few strands out.

''Are you ok?'' he asked, looking at me from over the top of my shirt.

''I'm stuck!'' I laughed and so did he.

''Hold on.'' He said through his laughter.

He reached into the cave created by my shirt being half over my head and started to untangle the hair that was caught. When he finally got it out, he pulled my shirt off.

''Hi.'' He said with a smile.

''Hi.'' I said.

He locked his lips with mine and then lifted my legs up around his waist. I put my arms around his neck as he backed us towards the bed. When his knees hit the edge, he leaned over and dropped me onto the bed.

He knelt slightly on the bed as he started to unbutton my shorts, well tried to. He couldn't seem to get the first button undone and I couldn't help but laugh at the frustrated look on his face. Some higher power clearly didn't want either of us to get laid tonight.

He rolled his eyes, surrendering to the button, and I reached down to undo it myself. I slipped my shorts off and then pulled him down to the bed by his belt loops. Tom landed beside me and I climbed onto him, straddling his hips.

I pulled his belt off in one fluid movement and threw it to my left. Starting at his collarbone, I started to kiss lightly down his chest to his stomach. I followed the middle line of his abs to his belly button and then continued to the top of his pants.

I kissed along the top of his pants that sat low on his hips, teasing with my tongue and teeth. I heard him mutter a few curses and I grinned against his skin. I relieved him of his pants and then returned to his upper half.

Just as I leaned down to kiss him, he sat up and crashed his head into my nose. I fell off of him and laid beside him holding my nose.

''Are you ok?'' he asked, although I could hear the laughter in his voice.

''Fine.'' I sighed, wiggling the bridge of my nose and then cuddling into his side.

''Somebody clearly doesn't want this to happen.'' I muttered, running my fingers idly over the defined muscles in his stomach.

''Who cares?'' Tom asked, nuzzling the side of my neck with his nose and kissing it lightly.

''Not me.'' I said, turning to press my chest against his.

He continued to kiss my neck as he turned me over so that he was on top. He slid his hands over my ribs to my back, reaching for the clasp on my bra. I arched my back to give him room to fiddle. He seemed to be having a bit of trouble before I felt that freeing sensation that is brought by the removing of your bra. But it was accompanied by a sharp pain and I yelped again in surprise.

''What?'' Tom asked, pulling his hands out from behind my back.

I sat up and my now undone bra slid off my shoulders.

''Am I bleeding?'' I asked, trying to see my back but with no success.

''No, but you've got a pretty good scratch.'' He said, looking at my back for me.

''Someone really doesn't want this to happen.'' I sighed, falling back onto the pillow.

''It doesn’t matter.'' Tom said, brushing some hair out of my face before he laid next to me.

''I'm leaving in four days.'' I reminded him as he put his arms around me and pulled me more towards him.

''I like just having you here.'' He said softly, staring into my eyes.

''Me too.'' I admitted. His deep brown eyes were impossible to resist when they bore into mine like that.

It wasn't a lie though. Despite the fact that I'd been so set on not falling head over heels for this guy, I couldn't deny the fact that I liked having him there when I woke up, being in his arms as I slept.

And so I cuddled into Tom's chest and listened to his heartbeat and as I reached the point of virtually no awareness, I felt Tom kiss my face.

''Ich werde sie vermissen.''

*~Tom's Point of View~*

She was asleep in my arms. I loved the feeling of having her so close.

Over the past two or so days she had opened herself like a book, telling me about her life and I had done the same. Although, there were some things she didn't want me to tell her, like my social status, or where I was going after this. I found it odd, but I didn't mind because she had listened to everything else I had told her, even the boring things, with real interest and she never once complained.

She had said that I must find her refreshing, and I did. I loved that she wanted me to be just Tom, not Tom Kaulitz.

She was right though about what she had said earlier. The bitter truth was that she was leaving in four days –Bill and I in five- and I would probably never see her again. I would have to make these last days count.

I softly kissed her forehead.

''I'll miss you.''