You're a woman, we both know it's true (Tom/open)

[cydd]

Cyd laughed to herself as she closed her phone, waiting for Tom to get here. Having the dorm all to herself always made her overly happy. Walking over to her laptop, she opened her itunes and pressed play. Immediately the room was filled with the sound of Death From Above 1979s 'Sexy Results'.

Yawning, Cyd made her way over to her clothes, which were piled on the floor, after realizing that she wasn't fully dressed. She stared down at her huge amount of clothes and grabbed a pair of almost grey-ish tights along with a tee-shirt and black shorts. After pulling on the outfit, she plopped herself down on her bed, deciding to fool around while she waited for her friend to show up.

[reden]

Tom smirked to himself as he left his dorm; he couldn't wait to see Cyd. There was something about her that made his insides twist. At first, he'd thought it was just him wanting to get her in bed, but they'd slept together a couple times now and the feelings were still there. Of course, he would never admit it to anyone but himself, seeing as neither him nor Cyd were into relationships.

Entering the girls dorm silently, he was trying desperately to remember what room was Cyd's. As he made his way down the hall he heard some familiar music and knew he'd found it. Tom pushed the door open, knocking lightly as he entered. A grin covered his face the second he saw Cyd. She looked amazing, which was something he never could understand. She sometimes wore the weirdest things, but always managed to look good.

"Hey there gorgeous," he said as he walked over and sat himself next to her.

[cydd]

Cyd looked up at the sound of light knocking and smiled when she saw Tom. She turned down the music as he spoke, laughing. "Hey! Yeah, gorgeous, right.. I look like shit. But thanks for the compliment." Cyd grinned and winked, scooting over so she was sitting next to Tom.

Reaching back, she searched her itunes for something Tom would like. It took her a moment but she managed to find some Samy Deluxe, who she knew was his favorite. Pressing play, she turned back to him and smiled. It had been a while since they'd last hung out. "What's been up with you lately?" she questioned, eyes wide.

[reden]

Tom raised an eyebrow at Cyd, knowing that she most certainly wasn't seeing the same thing he was if she thought she looked terrible. He felt his body tense as she sat close to him but forced the feeling away. "You're welcome," he smiled.

He watched as Cyd reached back to her laptop and took the opportunity to run his eyes over her body, licking his lips. He laughed as he heard the beginning of 'Weck mich auf' and shook his head. "When did you start listening to Samy Deluxe?" he asked curiously, "Not much has been up. Mostly been hanging with Bill und Ryuu."

[cydd]

Hearing the question, she rolled her eyes playfully. Even though she wasn't a huge fan of rap music, she'd fallen in love with Samy Deluxe after Tom forced her to listen to it. They'd been in Tom's dorm fooling around when he'd decided they needed some music. Despite his baggier clothes, she assumed the music would be some kind of rock stuff. What came blaring through the speakers was far from rock and she'd been a bit put off at first. However, the more she listened to it, the more she realized that maybe it wasn't so bad. The second she had got back to her dorm, she'd signed into the itunes store and bought a whole shit-load of Samy Deluxe's music.

"Sounds like fun," she smirked and laughed, "I've been listening to Samy since.. well, you know... that one time in your dorm.." Despite her ability to sleep with just about any guy and not care, she hated talking about it after.

Smiling, Cyd got up and made her way over to the mini-fridge, one of her favorite things about the Watson dormitories and grabbed herself a bottle of Iced Tea. "Want anything?" she asked, turning around to look at Tom, "Unfortunately there's no booze. Only Iced Tea and... water."

[reden]

"That one time in my dorm," Tom repeated and laughed; he still found it funny that she didn't like talking about it, “when we had sex, you mean?”

Pulling his hat off his head, he threw it on the floor and shook out his dreads. “Ja, I’ll have water, thanks,” he mumbled, watching Cyd grab a bottle from the fridge.

((omg, it’s so short.))

[cydd]

Feeling a blush creep up her face, she slowly made her way back to Tom. Handing him the bottle, she stood next to him and opened hers, taking a sip before replacing the cap and putting it on the floor. “Yeah,” she laughed awkwardly.

Suddenly her face lit up as ‘Dreist’ started blaring from her computer. “Wir sind dreist, digga! Dreist, digga! Dreist, digga!” she laughed as she sang along with the song, hoping she’d pronounced the words right. Still grinning, she sat down behind Tom and started playing with his hair. She wasn’t sure what it was about dreadlocks, but whenever she was around someone who had them, she felt the need to touch them.

Pulling lightly, she leaned her chin against his shoulder, “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, “I’m so boring. We should’ve met somewhere else.”

ooc: don't worry about it =P

[reden]

Tom laughed, eyes wide, as Cyd sang along with Samy Deluxe. She had a good voice, he wouldn’t deny it, but it was just.. funny. He has a feeling that she had no clue what the song even meant. He took a deep breath in hopes of calming himself down, shaking his head as he did so. “You.. are crazy,” he muttered, just loud enough so she could hear him.

He clenched his jaw as she sat behind him, letting out a loud sigh as she played with his dreads. He loved the feeling of people’s hands fooling with his hair. He leaned back and smiled contently as she did so. Out of nowhere he felt a tug and although he doubted that she meant to, it hurt. He was about to reach back to rub his poor head when he felt Cyd’s chin on his shoulder, her breath on his neck. Fighting the temptation to turn around and pin her to the mattress, he bit his lip instead. “It’s fine, you’re not boring,” he whispered, closing his eyes tightly and pushing dirty thoughts out of his head.

[cydd]

"Still though, I can't think of anything to doo," she complained and nuzzled her face into his neck, still dragging one hand through his hair. Taking a deep breath, she had to admit that he smelled good. Something about Tom's scent always calmed her. Smiling, she leaned over her bed to grab her juice and took a long drink before going back to playing with Tom's dreads.

"Tom, when was the last time you waxed these?" she asked, pulling at one. Although she herself had never had dreadlocks, a friend of hers from back in New York had 'em and she knew enough about their care to know that Tom's dreads were in bad shape. Biting her lip, she wondered where she'd put the bottle of wax that she'd stole from him the last time she'd been in his room. She'd been poking around and had liked the smell of it and since it was nearly empty, she had just taken it, not thinking Tom would mind.

[reden]

"Mmm.. I think it's been over a week. It's what happens when you're as lazy as I am," Tom grinned, turning his head to look at Cyd, "You can do 'em if you still have that wax you took."

((shortest post ever. :\ ))

[cydd]

Cyd blushed when Tom mentioned the wax. Obviously he wasn't as stupid as she thought. Getting up off her seat, she went to dig through the junk on the floor. It took her a minute to find what she was looking for, but once she did she grabbed it and wandered back to her bed. Smirking, she sat behind Tom and shoved him lightly.

"Get on the floor, bitch," she laughed, pulling the top off the wax container, "How did you know I had your wax?"

[reden]

Tom smiled as he watched Cyd digging through her stuff. He ran his eyes over her shamelessly but turned away when she turned to him. He gave her a smile and felt her shove him as she sat down. He laughed and moved himself onto the floor, "Well, first there's the fact that I'm not stupid. You were the only person in the room the day it went missing," he answered her question and smirked, "There's also the fact that a couple days later when I was over here, I saw it on your floor."

Taking his dreads out of the elastic that had been holding them together, he shook them out. He was actually quite glad that Cyd was going to be fixing his dreads. He'd been putting it off for so long because he was incredibly lazy and he found it too hard to try and do by himself. "Don't pull too hard, like Bill. Whenever he does it, it always feels like he's trying to tear my head off,"

[cydd]

"You're not stupid? You sure about that?" she laughed as she put a tiny bit on wax on her hands, rubbing them together. Carefully, she grabbed one of the dreads and started rolling it between her palms. She tugged gently, attempting to get him to lean his head back. She rolled her hands up and down the mess of hair a couple times before repeating the process with another one.

She sat in silence as she worked Tom's dread, trying to think of something to say. Usually he was a lot more talkative than what he'd been so far and she wondered if something was wrong. Still playing with his hair, she leaned forward, her lips next to his ear, "Everything alright babe, you still missing Germany?"

[reden]

Tom grunted when Cyd pulled on his hair. Either she had no idea how hard she was pulling, or she was purposely trying to hurt him. "Stop trying to pull my hair out," he whined, laughing a little.

He shrugged his shoulders when she whispered in his ear. What was he supposed to say, no, I just think I might like you, but I'm not sure.. Right, like that was going to happen. Biting his lip ring, he pulled his legs up to his chest. "Ja, I do miss Germany. A lot. I'd like to go back but I.. nevermind," he sighed, shrugging his shoulders again, "put on Session."

[cydd]

Cyd bit her lip to keep herself from laughing when Tom whined. He sounded like such a child. "Sorry babe, didn't realize I was hurting you." she chuckled, grabbing hold of another dread.

She watched as he seemed to curl himself up. Running her hands up he hair, she let out a small laugh, Tom could be so bossy at times. Leaning back, she quickly went through to find the song he wanted and pressed play. “Way to ask,” she grinned, her voice quickly going from playful to serious, “There’s no nevermind with me. Whenever there’s a nevermind, something’s up. So what is it?” she asked, determined to get it out of him.