2. Love & Death - Tom Kaulitz

boy meets girl, know what to do

We quickly walk to the car, entering the vehicle and locking the doors behind us and drive off as quickly as possible to avoid the paparazzi that had already caught up to us. Tom sneaks his hand on my leg, rubbing the warm flesh of the inside of my thigh. I smile at the contact, turning my head towards him and suddenly remember that he needed to tell me something before I went on stage.

"What did you want to tell me?" I asked him, rubbing my thumb on the top of his hand. He stopped at the red light and smirked, licking his lips and playing with his black lip piercing. He kept his head straight ahead on the road but his lips pulled apart, beginning to speak.

"So...since tomorrow is your Victoria Secret show, I was thinking, maybe you could...keep the underwear you'll be wearing so you can wear it tomorrow night? I have something special prepared." He giggled, squeezing my thigh excitedly. I raise my eyebrows in surprise, but also in exhilaration. "I can ask them,," I chuckled, leaning over the cup holders and leaving a loud smooch on his cheek, reddening his cheeks.

"I'll just have to pay the lingerie I wore." I echoed simply, feeling my heart beat in excitement at what he had prepared for me. "I'll pay it!" He says immediately in eagerness, turning his head towards mine and winking at me. We were finally home, "God, I missed our house in Hamburg so much!" I breathed out, running to the wooden door and unlocking it happily. As I take a first step inside, my nostrils were suddenly filled with the familiar smell of the house.

"I just wish Bill was here." I said sadly, looking out the window to look at Bill's house. "Yeah...I miss him too. It's just a couple of days in America, he'll be back baby." He cooed, wrapping his hand around my waist and kissing my neck tenderly as we gazed out in the same direction.

I turned around in his arms, cupping his face in my hands and stroking his cheek, tucking a piece of straight black hair behind his ear. "Should we..go upstairs?" I suggest, a shy tint of red painting my cheeks. "Are you trying to get in my pants?" He giggled, placing his warm hands on my butt. I look up, shrugging my shoulders and arching my eyebrow. "I don't exactly need to anymore." I smiled, leaning in and kissing his cherry colored lips. He hums in the kiss, his lips quickly travelled down to my neck and started sucking, biting and pulling. I moaned quietly, sneaking my hand into his hair and pulling at it.

I knew he loved it, his teeth stopped pulling for a second to breathe in deeply. "Mmh..." He whimpered, pulling me off the window and, without pulling his lips from mine started climbing the stairs to our room. I laughed as we stumbled at every step trying desperately to pull our clothes off our bodies. Suddenly, we felt a furry feeling pressing against our calves. We confusingly pulled away, looking down at our feet and recognizing our beloved dogs. I giggle and pull apart from Tom, crouching down on the stairs and sitting on one of the steps and hugging the two dogs. "Abricot, Scotty, my babies!" I cooed, kissing their faces repeatedly. I heard Tom's quiet giggles, and a minute later, he crouched down next to me and started petting both of the dog's heads. "Cock-blocked by our kids." He said and I giggled, kissing Tom's cheek before standing to my feet and holding Scotty's huge body in my hands. Or, more like his half body, his legs were too long for me to carry.

Tom sighed, and took fluffy Apri in his arms, before following me back downstairs. "You can stay shirtless, you look amazingly hot but please give me my shirt— wouldn't want paparazzi to get a picture of me in a bra." I teased him, covering my chest with Scotty's large torso.

His eyes widened, and quickly, he scrambled around to find his shirt. Once his eye caught it, he ran to it and threw the large, blue piece of fabric to my face. I giggled and pulled my jess through the large hole, and the shirt swallowed me whole. "What time is your runway tomorrow, baby?" He asked sweetly, wrapping an arm around my waist. I smiled up at him, "It's at 8pm." I beamed, excitement creeping in my body.

He nodded hysterically, and as our lips got closer, our hands nearer, our bodies attached to one another and each other's lips just a breath apart, the door knocked. "Oh, whoever it is, I'm going to knock their teeth out." He said, disappointment and annoyance visible in his voice. He turned his head towards the door and walked towards that direction. I followed him, and like baby ducks, the dogs followed me too.

As the dogs of the dog's claws against the wooden floor stopped, Tom opened the door heatedly, but his face then softened, and a smile creeped up on his face. I frowned, and, as I peaked from behind the door, my eyes lit up when I recognised my best friend's platinum blond hair and dark brown eyes. "Bill!" Tom and I said in unison and we both hugged Bill tightly.

"You guys seem happy to see me!" He laughed, pulling away from our hug. Tom smiled at his twin, and I let them continue their conversation inside the house as I went next door to Bill's house to steal his dog. Unlocking the metal gate, I run to the actual house and call out Bill's dog's  name. "Pumba...!" I yelled "Pumbiiii!" I called out, walking around  the house in search of the little (or not so little anymore) dog. Once I heard her loud stomps against the wooden floor, I turned my head and looked down. She jumped up to my legs and I kneeled down, kissing her head.

"Ohhhh...I missed you!" I cooed, carrying her in my arms (she was extremely heavy). I made my way back to Tom's and I'd house and unlocked the door, before following where the twin's voices came from to find their location in the house. "So..Tom reminded me that tomorrow's your Victoria Secret show." Bill began, turning on the kitchen bar chair to look at me. I put Pumba down and she ran to play with our two dogs.

Making my way next to Tom, I nod at Bill smilingly. "Yes...I'm scared." I giggled nervously, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "And after that, we're going to have the best birthday party ever! You'll be 23 and we'll turn 24. We're starting to grow old." Bill laughed, scratching his bright blond hair.

"We won't be old till we're 35 Bill!" Tom exclaimed, flicking a piece of hair away from his face, smirking at me. I rolled my eyes playfully, turning my attention back to Bill.

"Can I see the costume?" Bill asked, leaning on the kitchen counter excitedly. I nodded, pulling my phone out. "Wait...I don't want to see it, I need it to be a surprise." Tom giggled, calling Scotty over to distract him. I shrugged, showing the screen only to Bill.

"Oh. my. god."

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AN
Weekly update! Get ready because, unfortunately, we are approaching the end of this sweet, sweet sequel :))

-S