My Addiction - Tom kaulitz

Temptations

I quickly stuff everything back into the cardboard box and place it back on top of the workbench by the wall. I rush back upstairs and close the basement door behind me, being sure the doorknob has not one fingerprint left on the shiny silver metal. I wander into the kitchen and find an opened bottle of wine, feeling confident, I pour myself a glass and sit down on the sofa as I sip away. I finish one glass, then another, and another until I begin feeling drowsy, yet despite my growing tiredness, I refill my cup and allow myself some more. The hours pass quickly, 1AM became 6AM in the blink of an eye. Slowly, I lower myself to lay down on the soft couch and let my heavy eyelids shut, and my mind drift of someplace else, someplace happier, quieter and safer. 

++time skip++

"du bist so schön. wie die Sterne und der Mond. Wie gerne würde ich dich in meinen Armen halten, aber du lässt es nicht zu" 

A soft, calm voice rings in my ears as my body begins to stir and I start gaining consciousness, a gentle hand cradles my face while another strokes my hair, its warm and comfortable. I flicker my eyes open, squinting slightly as my eyes adjust to the light, but I am not met with anyone id want to see at this moment, I'm met with those dammed copper eyes and that perfect clear skin. 

"You left the room then did you?" he removes his hands from my face and tries to act as if he wasn't just stroking my hair. His usual smirk replaces the sincere look that had just been on his face

"I was thirsty, then I fell asleep. Sorry." I answer bluntly, sitting back up and swallowing the lump forming in my throat. 

"Was my wine nice?" he raises his eyebrows and tilts his head slightly as he questions me

"What?" I completely forgot I had drunk his fancy wine, I stumble on my own thoughts as I try to think of an excuse, however I can't think of one

"Was my wine nice?" he asks again, his voice not lacking a firm tone

"Yes." I take a deep breath and get myself ready to be belittled and beaten, yet Tom smiles at me and nods his head in acceptance 

"Well, I'm glad. You must've been very tired love, its 8" he places a hand on my knee

"In the morning?' I question, I went to sleep around 6 so I can't have slept through the day, surely?

"No Angel, in the evening." he teases, his tone easing with each word he speaks

"Well, I haven't slept in a while." its true, I don't think I've had one blink of sleep for the time I've been here, apart from the times I was knocked unconscious, but I wouldn't consider that sleep.

"Here, I got us this while I was out. It's my favourite" he quickly changes the conversation and  opens a bottle of aged brandy and pours it into two glasses, which already have ice resting at the bottom of the cups. 

"Thank you" I take the drink and wait for him to take a sip, incase he's laced it of course

"I got here around three pm but I decided to let you have your rest" he reopens the conversation and swirls the brandy in his glass before he takes a swig of the strong smelling alcohol. 

"Oh, thanks. I didn't realise I had slept for that long, I was planning on going back upstairs but I guess I just couldn't make it off the sofa." as much as I hate talking to him, I know I must if I want my plan to work, so I'll just have to suck it up and be patient. After all, in the very end, all of these pointless conversations will all pay off.

"Poor thing, why don't we go upstairs now then?" he's not really asking, so he takes my hand and leads me upstairs to the room which I wish I'll never see again, he brings his brandy and glass, I bring mine as well. He turns on the radio and sits beside me on the bed, refilling his glass, pouring more of the golden liquid into mine too. We sit beside each other in an eerie silence as I await his next demand or question, practically bracing myself for a sly remark or a sudden slap to the cheek. He places his cup on the bedside table and lays down on the bed, his head propped up by pillows, I try not to stare, but I just can't peel my eyes off of his perfectly toned shoulders, his veiny hands and his symmetrical face, and by the looks of things he can tell I can't keep my eyes off him. He takes a chunk of my hair and lays my body on top of his, he slides his knee in-between my thighs and presses it against my clit. I fight the urge to grunt as he continues pressing harder