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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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“Then 16 years old, Marina had been out drinking with a friend, Michael Trouney, and was driving home around 2 o’clock a.m. when she lost control of the vehicle and crashed into a SUV carrying four people,” he reported, and I felt Bill slowly move away from me. I turned to look at him, tears in my eyes, and shook my head.
“That’s not what happened, I swear. I wasn’t drinking, Mike was and he called me to pick him up,” I started, but he held up a hand, standing next to the bed. I stopped, a hand over my mouth as there was a knock on the door. Bill opened it, seeing Tobi standing there with his PR rep. They argued for a minute, and I was too focused on the pictures in front of me and the horrible memory of that night. Bill finally came back, my eyes brimming with tears but not letting them fall.
“Tobi and Nick want to hear the story, and decide where to go from there,” he said slowly. I nodded, before Nick came in and sat on the chair next to the bed.
“Tell us exactly what happened that night,” Nick asked, pulling out a pen and pad of paper. I took a deep breath before I began.
“My friend Mike was out drinking. He was 2 years older than me, and a friend of his at the party said he was going to try and drive home on his own. So I went to the party, tried to drag him out but he spilled his beer all over me, all down my face. I ended up getting some in my mouth,” I said, the memory playing in front of my eyes again.
“Finally I got him into the car, and while we were driving he got mad and wanted to go back. I told him no, and he tried to grab the wheel. The car swerved and hit the center divider before rebounding across three lanes and into the SUV. When the police got there, Mike had already been strangled by his seatbelt, and two kids died in the SUV. They made me take a breath analyzer, which registered the trace amount I had gotten in my mouth from the spill, and so it was a DUI. I didn’t drink, I didn’t lose control, but the media just focused on the ‘underage girl killed three with alcohol in her system’ part,” I said, wiping the tears from he corner of my eyes. Nick finished writing down my statement, and Bill came to my side and rubbed my back.
“We’ll have to check this out and make sure you aren’t lying to cover it up, but for now we’ll say it’s not confirmed whether it’s true or not, and the EMA’s should still be fine, just be prepared for questions about it, and like you did earlier, don’t answer anything,” he said, reading over the notes and stuffing the pad into his jacket pocket. Tobi nodded, not quite sure what he should do in this situation, and walked out of the room with Nick. Bill kissed my cheek.
“It’s still not too late if you want to leave,” Bill said, wiping the tears from my cheeks. I shook my head.
“Not to sound weird, but this is the most real thing I’ve ever felt for anyone, and I’m not going to leave unless you call it off,” I said, and he shook his head, kissing me.
“I feel the same, and I will never call anything off,” he said, holding me. There was a knock on the door before it opened, and Buick came in hugging me.
“I’m so sorry they went there,” she said, holding me tight. I felt a few more tears slide down my face, and Gustav followed her into the room, shutting the door.
“Why don’t we get some room service?” Buick offered, silently checking with Bill and Gustav to make sure it was ok. They both nodded and handed us the book of food. Gustav took our orders and within half an hour the food was delivered. Bill found a dvd player and we watched Die Hard in English, teaching the boys some of the phrases they didn’t quite understand. About half way through the movie Tom and Georg came in, not bothering to call or knock. They took in the small party going on, helped themselves to some fries off of the massive plate where we combined them all, and sat on the floor to watch the movie.
Just as the credits rolled, Nick called, telling us he had confirmed my version of the story and released a statement, and that Tobi was currently slipping a copy under our door for me to read so if I felt up to answering questions about the incident, I knew exactly what went out. Bill and I were curled up next to each other, Tom and Georg leaving to go back to their room once the food was gone, and Gustav and Bee left for their room as well.
“Is there anything else I should know about before it’s leaked over the news?” Bill asked, playing with a few curly strands of my hair. I shook my head.
“I donated blood in 10th grade. I can’t drive a stick-shift car. My chocolate lab died when I was 14 and I miss her every day. I hit a construction cone during my second behind-the-wheel lesson,” I said, and he laughed.
“I don’t think the general public will be interested in you hitting a cone. Tom went over the curb the first day after he got his license. Like, hit the sidewalk, over the curb,” he said, making me smile. We fell asleep rather quickly after we talked, even though it was barely 9 o’clock at night. I felt his arms wrap tightly around me, and I shifted closer to him.
My head hit the bed rather sharply and I heard Bill hiss, and slowly opened one eye. I saw him standing next to the bed, arms above me.
“Morning,” I said, lifting myself up and rolling onto my back. We had fallen asleep on top of the covers and he leaned across the bed to me, kissing my cheek.
“I’m sorry, I needed to use the restroom bad though and I was afraid to wake you,” he said before dashing across the room to the bathroom. I chuckled to myself, rubbing my back. No wonder my sides were hurting, I thought as I felt my bra. I stood, shuffling over to my small suitcase and pulling my pajamas to the top. I took off my shirt, and deftly flicked my bra clasp open. I took off the offending material and as I reached for my shirt felt a pair of hands glide across my back. I jumped, issuing a small yelp as I turned, holding my shirt tightly to my chest. Bill stood there, wide-eyed.
“Didn’t mean to scare you, I just couldn’t resist,” he said, standing back and averting his eyes to the floor as I slid my shirt over my head.
“I didn’t hear you come out, that’s all,” I said, slipping out of my jeans and grabbed my pajama shorts. They were red with penguins all over them. I walked into the bathroom and changed, slipping my dirty clothes inside a plastic bag and pulled out my small bathroom bag. I washed my face in the sink with my soap and rinsing my toothbrush before slicking it with toothpaste. Bill knocked on the door, and I opened it, seeing him changed into his pajamas as well, tooth brush sticking out of his mouth and toothpaste in hand. I smiled, and continued brushing while he began brushing his own. I spat into the sink, rinsing off my brush thoroughly and rinsing out my mouth. I dried my lips off on a small towel, and deposited my bathroom bag into my suitcase. I laid down on the bed, pulling the sheets over me and closing my eyes. Only I wasn’t tired any more. Bill came out of the bathroom seconds later, and switched off the lights, laying next to me.
After a few very long minutes, I felt the bed shaking before I heard his silent laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I whispered.
“Are you tired at all?” He asked. I giggled.
“Not at all. You?” I asked, turning to face him in the dark. He shook his head, and I could sense him grinning. I felt his hands on my waist, and I ran my own up his chest. He kissed me lightly, pulling me closer to him. He nuzzled my neck and rolled me on my back, legs easily sliding between my own.
“Please let me see your dress?” He whispered in my ear, kissing my cheek. I laughed.
“You can’t see the dress!” I said quietly but firmly, hands toying with the end of his shirt. He pouted, I could feel it against my neck as he trailed kisses down to my collarbone.
“You can’t see the dress, but you can see what’s going on under it,” I teased, pulling his shirt up a little. He grinned, kissing my lips.
“I’ll take whatever I can get,” He said, turning on the lamp on the nightstand. I shuffled through my suitcase, pulling out the small bag of my undergarments and the shoes I had settled on. I figured they wouldn’t be too much of a giveaway. I went into the bathroom, slipping on the red satin-lined strapless bra, panties, and clipping on the garter belt that would hold up my tan pantyhose. I slipped on my black pumps, loving the little extra height I gained in them, and wrapped one of the hotel robes around me as a last minute thought. I opened the door and he smiled.
“I don’t think that robe would look real flattering under your dress,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. I smiled, letting it fall open and seeing the smile on his face fall to an open expression of awe. I let the robe drop to the floor, doing a quick spin so he could see all angles of the clothes, and turned to see the smile back on his face.
“And this is all I’ll be able to think of when we’re walking down the carpet, answering questions and performing,” he said, taking my hands and pulling me towards him. I smiled, sliding into his lap easily. He kissed me, gently opening my lips against his with his tongue. I granted him entrance, feeling his hands gliding across my skin to the back of the bra. It took him a few seconds before giving up on the metal clasps. I smiled, reaching back and unclasping it myself, making him laugh.
“How do you girls do that?” He asked, kissing my neck.
“Practice. Years of practice and getting the damn things to work,” I said, feeling his hands slide the bra off and toss it towards my suitcase. The strap caught on the zipper, dangling the material over the ground. Bill’s hands cupped my breasts, kissing my chest and my neck. My hips ground against his, biting on my lip as he held me close. I parted our kiss, planting my feet on the ground. I slid my feet out of the heels, one of them falling over in the process. I brought one leg up on the bed, undoing the clip and sliding down one of the leggings. Bill kissed my thigh, unclasping the other leg and pulling it down gently. The feeling of the material sliding down my legs gave me goose bumps, feeling them both drop to the floor with Bill’s hands close behind them. I leaned in to kiss him, pushing him back on the bed. I reached down and expected to easily undo his belt. However, I didn’t expect to indirectly stab myself on the sharp point of his belt buckle. I ignored the quick pain, and undid the button of his pants, kissing his flat lower stomach as I pulled off his pants. He lifted his hips off the bed, and I pulled his pants and boxer briefs off in one swift movement. I moved back up his body, kissing him gently, feeling his hands roam over my body to my hips, pulling down the remaining undergarments. They slid off easily to my knees, and he rolled me on my back to pull them off the rest of the way. Bill was so kind, his touch so soft it sent chills up my spine, and felt him ease between my legs. I clutched his back tightly, legs wrapped loosely around his hips.Then his phone started ringing, followed closely by mine. I bit onto his shoulder to keep from yelling, Bill’s face burrowed into my neck. We both breathed deeply, catching our breath as we came down from our orgasms, his hand still cupped over one of my breasts.
“One second,” Bill said, reaching for our phones. He groaned reading his text, and I laughed.
I'm pretty sure whatever you're doing to that poor mattress is not PG-13. Good night Mein Mina. Buick
Hope you're tappin that ass. Don't forget we move in the morning. GET SOME! TK
I kissed his cheek, pulling him under the covers of the bed. I kissed him again as we turned out the light and fell asleep in each others arms.
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