Pearl
As soon as we finished eating, Bill, Tom and I decided to step out in the garden to smoke, watching the sun set.
It was already 10 p.m, so there was only a trace of the sun still out in the sky, but the cooling air was relaxing.
We took three deck chairs that were by the edge of the pool on the left, and we moved them in the garden, so we could lay down.'Pearl, I'm taking you to work tomorrow', Bill suddenly said, which made me flinch a little, as I was too focused on my cigarette that I almost forgot he was there.
'Alright Bill, thank you, but why are you waking up so early?', I asked him turning to my left, where he was laying.
'I have a few errands to run tomorrow', he said lighting up his cigarette and handing me my lighter, that I handed to Tom on my right.
It seemed like I was the only one who owned a damn lighter in that house.'Plus, I have to go out with a girl', I immediately sat up, watching Bill laugh.
'A girl? Since when?', Bill's laugh got louder, and he put a hand on my leg.
'I'll tell you tomorrow, don't worry about it'
'Thank you for including me in your conversation', Tom said, bringing my attention back to him.
He was laying down on the deck chair with his cigarette on his lip, and an arm under his head.
He rolled his eyes pronouncing his words, but when he saw me looking at him he winked at me, smirking per usual.'Well, I'm going to bed now, I'm very tired', I said to the both of them, but mostly talking to Tom, hoping that he would've gotten the hint.
I gave a soft kiss on the cheek to Bill, and after saying goodnight to both of them, I went upstairs as quickly as I could.
Honesty I wasn't sure if Tom actually understood my signal, but I knew he wasn't stupid, and I hoped he would get it.After having a quick shower, I heard Bill saying goodnight to Tom in the corridor, along with his bedroom door shutting.
I laid on my bed with my heart beating in my chest, and I couldn't help but smile a bit.
After a few seconds I heard someone knocking on my door, and my smile grew even bigger.'Come in', I said, making sure not to use a loud tone, since Bill was only a few meters away from my room.
Tom entered the room smiling, and shutting the door behind him, but this time locking it.
He walked up to the bed and laid next to me, looking at me.
I wanted to say something to him, anything, but I didn't want to waste any more time, and to be honest I didn't know what to say, - I completely turned my brain off.
I turned to him and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, to then move to his jaw, his neck, and finally his lips.
Tom kissed me back while gently rubbing my back, and I decided to move on top of him, sitting on his lap.
I kept on kissing him, - this time with more urgency than before, - while my hips slowly moved at the rhythm of our kisses.
I took his face in my hands and slightly pulled him closer to me, while his hands were wandering around my hips and thighs.After several minutes in that position Tom decided to turn the tables and, - wrapping my waist with his arm, - he laid me on the bed, under his body.
He wasn't quite the type that liked to be controlled in that situation, at least not at all times.
I actually liked to be in control, to have the power, or at least that's what I believed, but when it came to Tom, I liked that possessive and dominant side of him, - I was calm with him.He started to give me little kisses on my neck, slightly pulling up my shirt, that I completely took off, remaining with just my bra.
Tom smiled and kept on leaving soft kisses on my stomach, arriving to the top of my jeans.
Before continuing, however, he took his shirt off and threw it on the ground, and once he did he decided to take my jeans off.
I helped him by arching my back, and once they were off I felt his fingers gently caressing me, it was such a delicate touch that I couldn't help but to let a little sigh leave my lips, closing my eyes.
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Call Out My Name|| Tom Kaulitz
Fanfiction"𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚" Pearl Bellini, 20 years old. Her life has never been easy, she suffered from a very young age, in which she lived with her parents from whom she felt like she couldn't escape. She...