What Happens Under The Sun

I woke up to the feeling of a hand running lightly through my hair, completely wrapped in Tom's arms. My leg was draped over his waist as it usually tended to do and I could feel the soft, rhythmic beating of his heart under my right hand, resting gently on his chest.

When I looked up at him, Tom smiled. As simple a gesture as it was, his loving smile made all my insides melt.

I couldn't get over how suddenly in love we were, how after the admission of three little words, we were all of a sudden as in love as a couple of thirteen year olds feeling it for the first time.

But then again, there was the fact that we'd always been in love, a fact that I could no longer deny. It was like the parts of us that we had tried so hard to repress were just waiting for one of us to admit what had been true all along so that when we finally realized we were in love, we'd be able to fall into perfect sync and become what we were now.

''Hi there.'' He said.

''Hi.'' I smiled.

''How did you sleep?'' he asked as I moved to lie on the pillow beside him.

''Meh,'' I replied and he furrowed his eyebrows.

''Being awake is so much better.'' I said and a smile reappeared on his face.

''Can't argue with that.'' he said.

And for the first time, I couldn't argue with that, because now even I knew it was true. I would much rather be awake and with Tom than sleeping and only dreaming about him.

Now that I really thought about it, Tom and I were damn near made for each other. We each brought out different sides of the other, sides that no one saw because we'd worked to hard to keep them hidden.

With me, Tom wasn't the bad boy rock star that everyone made him out to be, he was the sweet, loving boyfriend I knew him to be. And with Tom I wasn't –anymore- the guarded, uptight bitch, afraid to fall in love. With Tom, I was completely and utterly in love.

I loved everything about him, I always had. I loved the way he randomly spoke German to me even though I couldn't understand it, I loved the way I felt in his arms, I loved the way he argued with me, I even loved the way we fought. But most of all, I loved the way he loved me in all meanings of that word.

Simply being in the same room as Tom made me feel all warm and fuzzy. And when he kissed me, even though he'd done it a hundred times, fireworks still went off at the feeling of his lips on mine. I couldn't believe that I'd been so afraid of this before. How stupid can one person get?

I think I answered that question be simply being alive.

Tom suddenly laughed lightly and I looked up from his torso to his face. His smile seemed to grow when I looked at him.

''What?'' I asked, thinking now that he might be laughing at me for some unknown reason.

''I'm just thinking.'' He told me.

''About?'' I prodded.

''How when I first met you I never dreamed that one day we'd be lying together in my bed the morning after telling your dad that we were together and so much in love.'' He said and I smiled.

''Do you know what my first thought was when I saw you?'' he asked and I shook my head.

''My god, have you ever seen such a pair of legs.'' He ran one hand quickly up my leg and I laughed. I loved how crudely honest he was and I felt the need to return the favor.

''Do you know what my first thought was?'' he shook his head.

''I will get that boy in my pants if it kills me.'' I said and he smirked.

So they weren't the most romantic first thoughts in the world, but that was just fine with me. We were an unorthodox, in-each-other's-pants-all-the-time couple and that was the way we liked it. I knew we both had the capacity to be sappy and romantic, but I loved that we could be crude and sexual and it had virtually the same effect.

''I'm glad that worked out for you.'' Tom smirked.

''Me too.'' I winked.

He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against mine in a sweet and passionate kiss. He ran his hand up my leg and to the small of my back where he pushed me forward into him. I moved to straddle his hips and he gently pried my lips apart with his tongue.

Tom was on the bottom –a spot he didn't like to be in- so I was only mildly surprised when he flipped me over onto my back and put himself on top. The only clashing point about us was that neither one of us liked to be on the bottom.

I hooked my leg around him and turned us back over so that I was on top. But this wasn't a fight he was prepared to loose .he turned us again –in the same direction- and put me back underneath. I bit his lip playfully hard and he squeezed my thigh in response.

The final flip of this session was the last one for a good reason. With my leg hooked around Tom's waist, I turned us with the intent to regain my place on top, only this time…we ran out of bed.

Tom landed on the floor with a loud 'thud' and my mouth formed a small 'o'. He popped up beside the bed, furrowing his eyebrows like a frustrated two year old and I started to laugh.

He rolled his eyes as he climbed back into bed. This wasn't the first time I'd dumped him off the bed. He lay beside me and I cuddled against him. When he wrapped his arms around me I sighed contentedly.

''If I didn't love you so much.'' He said and I giggled lightly.

''Then you'd what?'' I asked playfully and he rolled his eyes again. he leaned over and pressed his lips softly against mine.

''What a terrible punishment.'' I teased and he smirked.

''I love you Katie.'' Tom said, looking deeply into my eyes.

''I love you too Tom.'' I replied.

So there I was, lying in Tom's arms, right where I was supposed to be, knowing that at any given moment, our hearts were beating in perfect sync because we were so in love. I'd never felt so strongly about anyone before in my life and knew I'd never feel this way again, no matter who I met or what became of me and Tom.

I didn't know how our relationship was going to turn out in the end, or if we would end up being known as just a publicity stunt. But to be perfectly honest, I didn't care. Right now, I had never felt so good in my life, never felt so in love.

This was exactly what I needed in every way.