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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
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   Two days later and Bill had been released at promised. The doctors had put a cast on his right leg, and instructed him to use a wheelchair unless he absolutely had to “walk” somewhere, to reduce the risk of unsetting the fractures or doing more damage. I pushed him out of the hospital, surprised by the sudden onslaught of paparazzi outside the doors. Tom and Georg cleared a path to the car at the curb, and I helped him into the car. The reporters were snapping pictures and asking if we were back together. Bill smiled, or grimaced I couldn’t quite tell, as we shut the door. I climbed in next to him, and Georg sat on my other side. Tom slid into the front seat and we were off.
   “So, how do you plan on getting into the apartment with all those stairs?” Tom asked, a mischievous smile on his face.
   “I thought you’d carry me, brother?” Bill reached forward and shoved Tom’s shoulder, laughing. “I’ll figure something out. I’m just not happy with the whole cast thing,” he tapped the hardened fiberglass mesh on his leg. The boys hadn’t written on it yet, though the threat of inappropriate pictures and words had been given. We pulled up outside and got Bill unloaded before more reporters found us. Georg and Gustav took off, knowing we had the situation under control. Once inside the main doors, Tom leaned against them and looked at the two of us. I stood behind Bill’s chair, my hands rubbing his shoulders gently. Tom cleared his throat before stepping forward.
   “Marina, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things to you,” he put his hand out as a peace offering. I shrugged, skipping his hand and giving him a hug.
   “I understand, Tomi. At the time it was completely justified, you didn’t know what had happened. Just as Bill was justified kicking me out of his room. None of us knew the true story,” I said quietly. I felt his arms wrap around me for a moment, before we both stepped back.
   “Well, I’m gonna go out and tell them I’m giving you two some much needed alone time. Let them think what that implies. Need anything from the grocer while I’m gone?” He asked, pulling his hood on. Bill shrugged and I shook my head as he stepped outside the main doors once more. I rolled Bill to the flight of stairs, and we both looked up them.
   “Well, they don’t look that steep. I think we can do it,” I said, helping him out of the chair. It was very slow progress, but we eventually got to the top step. He leaned against the wall while I went back down and got the chair. We got inside the door and he took control of the wheels, steering himself to the main room. It was completely different from the first and last time Bill had brought me here. There were empty bottles, food wrappers, and cigarette butts everywhere. I could see Bill nervous, trying to wheel around and clean up anything in his reach.
   “Marina, I’m not proud of the mess. I kept promising myself I’d clean it up,” he mumbled, kicking a beer can across the room with his left foot. I couldn’t find the words to express what I was feeling, so instead I helped him clean up. It looked like there had been a massive party, but I knew it was just Bill’s mess over the course of two years. It took a few hours to get everything picked up, sorted, and tossed, and finally I sat on the couch as he wheeled the chair next to me. He took my hand in his, playing with my fingers lightly.
   “God, you fly out here on a moments notice, get yelled at by my brother and me, push me around Germany, and now clean up my home. I’m not sure what I did to deserve you,” he laughed nervously. “Thank you for coming, Marina. I’ve missed you so much.” He brought my hand to his lips, kissing the skin lightly. I went to say something in return when he took my index finger in his mouth, sucking it lightly and effectively making me forget both languages. He moved to my middle finger, licking and sucking it as he had the first, coaxing soft gasps from me. He pulled me over the edge of the couch and across the handles of his wheelchair.
   “No Bill, your leg. I don’t want to hurt you,” I protested, trying to stand. He grabbed my waist and sat me firmly in his lap.
   “It’s not the top of my leg that’s broke, Mina. Besides, I could handle a little pain if it means having you close,” he said quietly before kissing me. It felt so good to have his lips pressed to mine again. I snaked my arms around his shoulders, my fingers running through his hair. He moaned into my mouth, his hands sneaking underneath my shirt and pushing the fabric up. I pulled away long enough to get the garment over my head, I couldn’t suppress my laughter as he buried his face between my breasts, kissing the valley between them.
   “I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I’ve thought of kissing you here,” his muffled voice hummed against my chest, his hands toying with the clasp of my bra. Finally he had it unhooked, sliding the straps off my shoulders gently. The thin material had barely fallen when he took a nipple into his mouth, his hand cupping the other. I moaned into his hair, feeling him licking and sucking on my breast sending a red hot current straight to my groin.
   “Bill, your leg, I don’t...” I had to trail off as his teeth grazed my nipple, biting then sucking to sooth the flesh. His groans vibrated through my body, finally letting my breast fall from his mouth. He shifted slightly in the chair, his erection making itself known against the back of my thighs as he maneuvered the wheelchair into his room. I stood in front of him, expecting to help him from the chair into the bed. Instead he reached forward and grabbed the button on my jeans, deftly undoing them and pushing them down my hips with my panties. He snaked a hand between my thighs and pressed against the small bud, instantly turning my legs to jello. I groaned, holding his shoulders as his fingers explored my slick folds, tracing lazy circles against my clit before sinking a long, slender digit inside me. I barely managed to get my feet free of my jeans without pulling him from me or collapsing, and he pulled his finger from me slowly. He licked my fluids from his finger before pushing gently to sit on the bed.
   “Lay back, mein Mina,” he purred, and I complied, feeling him lift my legs to his shoulders. I felt so bare like this, and had just a moment to begin to feel embarrassed when I felt his lips on me. I bucked at the sudden touch, his hands gripping my hips firmly, pulling me closer as he licked and bit on my clit. I moaned, gripping his sheets in my fists as he tasted every inch of me. It was electric, feeling his tongue dance across my sex, gently probing at my entrance and licking up the juices. His moans were deep from his arousal, vibrating against my body. He gently bit on my clit as he slid two fingers inside me. I yelped at the sudden intrusion, feeling my orgasm building rapidly. My thighs threatened to clamp around his head as he thrust his fingers inside me, crooking and teasing the spot just inside my channel. I felt my muscles tightening and squeezing his fingers, only bringing me closer to the edge.
   “Bill, I’m so close, I’m going to come!” I barely got the words out. He gave a growl against me, licking up my slit and speeding up his fingers. It was enough to send me spilling over the edge. I yelled his name, my body contracting and releasing all at once. I felt him pull away, his fingers coaxing out the last of my orgasm and easing me down from my climax.
When I could finally focus again, Bill pulled his fingers from me. I quickly slid from the bed, taking his hand and licking his fingers clean. I locked my gaze with his as I sucked his fingers clean, getting a low groan from him. I smiled, letting his hand fall from my lips as I lifted his shirt over his head. I gasped at the amount of bruising on his chest. Georg made it sound like there were a few bruises. It looked as if his whole right side was purple, from his upper chest and disappearing beneath his waistband. I covered my mouth and took in the sight of his body, tears falling before the sobs finally broke. He pulled me up to his lap, wrapping his arms around me.
   “Bill, I’m so sorry. I could’ve lost you,” I cried into his shoulder. He rubbed my back gently, his hands cool against my bare skin. He kissed my cheek while I cried, the emotions finally overtaking me. I kept rambling into his shoulder, and he had to pull me back to understand.
   “Bill you could’ve been killed or in a coma, and I would’ve been thousands of miles away, ignorant of what was happening to you. I could’ve lost you and we never would’ve known the truth, we wouldn’t be here right now,” I sniffed, finally starting to calm down. He smiled at me, kissing me gently.
   “It is true, but I’m here. It’s just a few bruises and scrapes, and I have you here in my arms,” he whispered against my hair.
   “What if something happens to you again Bill?” I asked, wiping the tears from my eyes and getting my breathing back under control. He shrugged.
   “Well, seeing as you’re in my lap, and I’m assuming this means you still want to be with me, yeah?” He smiled when I nodded. “Then I don’t think I’ll be drunk crossing streets ever again.” He was already making light of what happened, and I pushed his uninjured shoulder gently.
   “Hilarious Bill. Barely released and already making jokes,” I smiled, kissing his cheek.
“Honestly Marina. I will do my best to keep myself out of harm. But if that isn’t enough assurance, then I guess you’ll have to come live with me,” He completely dead-panned the last bit, watching for my reaction as realization rolled over my face.
   “Wait, what? Live here?” I stammered. He nodded, reaching around me to wrap me in the blankets off his bed.
   “Yeah, Tomi wants to get his own place for once, and I figured once you were out of school obviously,” I kissed him to stop his explanations, feeling a smile form across his lips as I nodded.
   “Yes, Bill. I’d like to come live with you,” I smiled, kissing him again. His hands roamed my sides, skimming over my naked skin gently. I got up from his lap and he stood carefully on his left leg. He hopped into the bed, wincing slightly as he laid back in the bed. I laid down next to him, kissing him gently.
   “You know, I’m not all broken. The bruising looks worse than it is, honest,” he whispered, his hands coming up to feel my breasts again. I sat up, kissing down his chest lightly, stopping just above his pants. I undid the button and fly, and carefully worked them down over the cast. Bill had recovered his erection from the earlier interruption quickly, already hard and throbbing. I bit my lip as I climbed up the bed. He held my hips gently as I straddled his hips, leaning forward to kiss him before positioning his dick at my entrance. We both moaned as he slid inside me. It felt as if he was made to fit only me, full but not uncomfortably so. He gripped my hips tighter, holding me where I was for a moment, before nodding that we could continue. I rose up on my knees and lowered back down, taking him in long, slow strokes at first. Any discomfort Bill was feeling had subsided as he rocked his hips into mine gently, trying not to move his right leg.
   “Mein Mina, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this,” he groaned, hands traveling up my sides to knead and tease my breasts as I rode him. Our movements picked up, moving quicker against each other. Just as I felt my orgasm trickling over the edge, I leaned in, kissing him deeply and grinding my clit against his pelvic bone. I moaned his name as I came, trying to keep my hips from bucking too wild against him. I could feel his cock twitching inside me as he orgasmed, spilling deep inside me. I slowed my movements, feeling him slip from my warm channel before laying on the bed next to him. Bill carefully rolled on his side, wincing slightly but smiling once we were facing each other. I covered us with his blankets, extra careful of his leg before we fell asleep, hands intwined.
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