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The Sea Will Guide You Back To Me	By : BurntToasties Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 2178 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: "Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Tokio Hotel, and I do not profit from these writings.

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A/N: I have an apology to tea drinkers: I was one of those people that never understood why tea was so freaking popular. Turns out the few encounters I had before, I was an ignorant, non-tea-drinker and prepared it all wrong. However, I finally convinced myself to try again for the sake of my sore throat, and sweet mother of gods I have been so wrong all these years. And it helps I've got great tea from England from a friend ;) Slowly she's converting me into a Brit, I swear. So anyways, enjoy!
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"Hey there's another box for you from Deutschland!" Emily called from the other room. I saw the box on the table and smiled, cutting the tape with scissors and opening it. Inside was a copy of their cd, a magazine, and five letters. I shuffled through the letters and saw the extra one was from Tom to Emily.

"Em, Tom sent you a letter," I said, and she quickly came into the room in her panties and a tank top, a towel wrapped around her hair. She took the letter and retreated to the bedroom once more. I opened Bill's letter first, feeling my heartbeat rise slightly. It was a thick envelope, stuffed with another envelope and a letter. I turned the second envelope over in my hands, an eyebrow twitching in curiosity, but read the first letter in my hand.

Mina,

I miss you so much!! I don't know if you've looked at the magazine I included, but if you turn to page 37, you'll see why. Go, look now.

I opened the magazine like he said I should and saw a picture of my brother and I, holding boxes, and loading them into the car. The fact that I was wearing Bill's red shirt meant they had just gotten to our house when we brought out the last boxes. I looked back to Bill's letter.

Nice to see you in my shirt! I also included a cd, however, it's not what you think it is. It's a compile of songs that we haven’t released and new ones for the next cd. Mina, I miss you so much, and I can’t wait for this cd to be done, so we can tour the states and see you again. Tom thinks he's in love with your friend from the states, but no offense to her, I don’t think he is. I love you Mina. AH! Gusti just flashed me. Now I have to go kill him. Can't wait to hear from you.

Bill

I laughed, folding the letter back up and opening Toms. It wasn't very long, maybe about a paragraph.

Sexy!
Hows it going? Bill won't stop flashing that picture of you in his clothes. Think you can get photographed in something sexier? Maybe a mini skirt, or that blue top you wore to the club our first night home. I'm missing seeing someone sexy around here. Well, someone that isn't myself that is. Well, I’m gonna go dare Gustav to flash Bill.
Work on getting that photo? See ya soon.
Tom

I snorted back laughter, shaking my head as I refolded the letter. I went back to the main room and searched the kitchen out of habit. We had picked off each others plate in class “checking the quality” I wasn’t really hungry. Emily came out dressed for work, a smile on her face.
“It was a really, ah, nice letter,” Emily was flushed a slight shade of pink. I smiled and nodded, assuming Tom had written in extreme detail of what he would do next time they met. She grabbed her purse and a water bottle.
“My shift ends at 9, so I’ll come get you for groceries,” she gave me a hug before walking out the door. I grabbed a bottle of water and went back to my room. There was a second letter from Bill, marked in big block letters: READ WHEN YOU ARE ALONE. I felt the familiar flutter of excitement stir as I tore open the envelope.
My Marina.
I finally have time to write to you alone, where the boys won’t interrupt us. I know we’ve only been together once (that we remember at least) but I can’t stop thinking about the curve of your body fit into mine. The way we fit together, it was as if we were custom made for each other. When Tom’s gone I think of the way you looked as you were in my lap, your hips flush against mine. I imagine you are here with me, curled into my side again in my bed. I can almost taste your breasts again, the salty sweetness of your skin as I slip inside you again.
Marina, I can’t wait to be stateside again so I can be with you. It’s too much being so far away. I need to feel you again, to be inside you, to taste your lips again. There are so many things I’d like to do with you, to you, I can’t fit them all on this paper. My mind keeps going to these places while we’re recording, or when we go out for food. How I’d like to carry you up our stairs to our apartment and have crazy passionate sex with you. Sometimes in my imagination, we don’t even make it inside. Those times you’re wearing that incredibly short skirt from the club, and I rip your panties off and shove my way in, trapping you between the door and my body. It feels so real, Marina, when I think of the way you fit me. It’s like thinking of home, and I can feel your tightness around me again, the smell of your arousal for me. I’m haunted by the way you said my name when you came, and it comes to me every time I think of you. I never want to hear you say my name any other way Marina. I think of you often, and I hope you think of me too, when the mood takes you. I’m hoping you are alone when you read this, because I like to think you’ll be all wound up, thinking of me kissing your neck, nipping that soft hollow on your collar. The feel of my buried deep inside you, over and over again. I want you to give yourself release when you’re done with reading this. I know I sure will. And I’ll be thinking of taking you on our kitchen counter.
Come for me, my sweet Marina. Soon enough I’ll be with you, and I’ll bring you over the edge with me.
Bill
I didn’t realize how short of breath I was until I read the last line. I could feel every thread of clothing on my body, and it was all very, very uncomfortable. I sighed, pulling my tank over my head and deftly flicking open my bra. I unzipped my pants, letting them bunch on the floor as I walked to my bed, Bill’s letter still in my hand. I laid on the bed, the familiar flutters in my stomach from the last time I saw Bill. My free hand quickly dipped south under my panties, running down my folds and feeling the dampness of my arousal already. I closed my eyes and imagined Bill with me, his narrow hips between my legs. I recalled the feeling of his soft sweet lips against my, and I bit down gently as I imagined him dipping his long, slender fingers down with mine. They would dip into my channel, bending at the knuckle and drawing against the hidden nerves, getting a gasp from me. I bucked my hips into my palm, Bill’s letter flitting to the floor as I ran the other hand over my breasts. I teased one nipple, twisting and cupping until it was hard. I licked my fingers, running them over the now alert peaks, the moisture and cool air combining for a tingling sensation that ran straight to my core. My breathing hitched as I imagined Bill’s lips traveling my neck, kissing down my chest and taking one of my nipples into his warm mouth. I groaned, fingers dipping inside again and coaxing more fluids, my slick fingers running over my clit. I could almost smell Bill, his hint of cologne and natural musk from after performing. It was intoxicating, and I slipped another finger inside me. I could feel my orgasm building, squirming under my own touch. I bit down on my lip as I replayed the look on Bill’s face as he came, his brows knitting together and his lips falling apart in a soft silent note before he whispered my name. I called out his name as I sent myself spiraling over the edge with the images of us together, my fingers moving quickly to draw out my orgasm.
I panted, slowing my movements as my body relaxed, the hotel room fading from my mind. I opened my eyes and stared up at the ceiling, wishing Bill had been here to bring my over the edge. I sat up, not bothering with my clothes. I took a quick shower, got dressed in my work clothes, and headed out the door quickly.

My shift went by quickly, however I had to work through my break when some kid spilled green beans on the floor and her brother decided to throw up on top of it. I walked outside and saw Emily's car waiting for me. I hopped in, opening Georg's letter first.

Marina!

Dude, it's crazy here, recording all day and trying to keep Bill focused for more than two seconds. I swear he's got ADD or something. He's either coming up with new music or talking about how you got photographed already in his shirt and how sexy you are. We agree that you're sexy and all, but it's getting a little like Tom... Other than that, we got a couple days of rest when Tom and Bill went to the beach and Gustav and I did some sporty things that Bill and Tom wouldn't like. So, how are things going in the States? We can’t wait to go back and tour again, see LA and Vegas. And New York of course. Well, I have to get back to recording, this one stretch is a bitch on bass. Thank god it's not the single, I don’t think id be able to perform it every single night.

Take care,

Georg

I smiled, he'd been so nice and really cared like a brother. I opened Gustav's as we rounded the street to the grocery store. Luckily it wasn’t very long like Tom's.

Hey Marina.
Sorry it's not very long. My hands are sore from drumming all day followed by rock climbing with Georg. Congrats on moving out, we all saw the picture of you and your brother loading boxes. Can't wait to tour again and go back to the states. We miss having a girl around here. Well, a real girl. Oh, I have to go, Tom's daring me five bucks that I wont flash Bill while he's writing. See you later!

Gustav

I laughed, shaking my head as we stepped out of the car. I grabbed a cart and negotiated through the isles as we grabbed the food we needed off our list. We splurged and got a couple of nice steaks for tonight’s meal, and headed to the checkout stands. I began unloading the front of the cart onto the check stand, holding my hand out for Emily to hand me the items we kept in the top of the basket. She didn't hand me anything, and i turned to see what was up. She was staring at the magazines, then looked at me with worry in her eyes.

"Em, what's wrong?" I asked. She pulled one of the magazines off the shelf, held it for a moment, and handed it to me.

"You should see this. I’ll pay if you want to go to the car," she said, quickly loading the rest of the items onto the register. I handed the cashier the magazine, she scanned it, and I went to the car. On the cover, taking up a bottom corner, was Bill on a beach.
With a brunette.
I shut myself in the car, flipping through the pages where the cover said there would be a two page story. I found it. It was one page of pictures and one page of describing what was going on.

Bill was sitting on a beautiful beach, in what turned out to be Spain, with an unidentified brunette model. However, from her skin tone I could tell she was Spanish. The headline across the pages screamed 'Bill's New Romance!' at me, and I read further along the page. The last line of the paragraph shocked me, and I felt tears sliding down my cheek.
"Although we thought they were solid, it looks like Fischer wasn't such a catch after all. No news yet on how he broke it to her, but it looks like Bill has moved onto to more available goals."
Emily loaded the bags into the backseat of her car and we drove back to the apartment, the magazine lying between us. As soon as we got home, I helped bring the bags upstairs and we made a quick dinner with the steaks. I sat down after dinner and decided to write Bill.
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