Match Maker | T. Swift x OC

Chapter Twenty Two

Peter giggled at the attention he got from his family and family friends as Mallory danced with him, singing the song to him with affectionately dramatised syllables.

As the show progressed, Mallory found herself dancing and singing along with the crowd, her voice blending with thousands of others in an exhilarating chorus of unity. And when Taylor performed the hit that had brought them fame and recognition, Mallory's heart swelled with a sense of awe. The song that had once been the soundtrack to their journey now held a place in the hearts of fans around the world.

Then the Midnights set came and the outfit was one of Mallory's favourites. After Anti-Hero and Midnight Rain had played, Mallory was confused as to why Taylor brought out a chair.

As the lights dimmed and the opening notes reverberated through the arena, Mallory's heart raced with a mix of excitement and pride.

The spotlight illuminated the stage, revealing her wife, standing with an air of confidence that demanded attention. Mallory's gaze was fixed on her, her eyes capturing every movement, every nuance of Taylor's presence. As Taylor's vocals filled the air, Mallory felt a rush of emotion that was both intimate and electric.

And then, in a stunning display of artistry and sensuality, Taylor began a chair routine that seemed to transcend the boundaries of the stage. The chair became an extension of her body, a prop that allowed her to tell a story of desire and passion. As Taylor's body moved with a fluid grace, Mallory was captivated by the raw sensuality that emanated from every movement.

The way Taylor's eyes locked onto Mallory was a magnetic pull that transcended the sea of fans. Mallory felt as though they were the only two people in the arena, their connection a blazing ember amidst the roaring fire of the performance. Taylor's gaze held a promise of intimacy and vulnerability, a shared secret that only they could understand.

With each flicker of Taylor's fingers and each arch of her body, Mallory felt a surge of desire that was both intense and intoxicating. It was as if Taylor was baring her soul on that stage, every curve and contour a canvas for their shared emotions. Mallory's heart beat in time with the rhythm of the music, her own desire mirrored in the intensity of Taylor's performance.

As the routine reached its climax, Taylor's movements became a crescendo of passion. The chair became a throne upon which Taylor's emotions were laid bare, a testament to the power of love and connection. And then, with a final, lingering glance in Mallory's direction, Taylor's performance came to a breathtaking end.

The arena erupted into thunderous applause, the crowd's enthusiasm a testament to the impact of Taylor's performance. Mallory stood amidst the sea of adoration, her heart swelling with pride for the woman who had just shared her artistry with the world.

Taylor took a deep breath before the sound of Bejeweled was heard and she grinned like a child, turning to her background dancers, that did the same thing.

"Um," Mallory cleared her throat awkwardly, turning to Andrea and Scott, who were sitting with Peter, turning him back around.

"We don't have to talk about it," Scott said.

Mallory laughed softly. "Oh, good."

Not long later, Mallory's heart raced with anticipation as she stood backstage, clutching Peter in her arms. The brightly lit corridor buzzed with excitement, the distant sounds of applause and chatter from the audience still echoing in her ears. She gazed down at Peter, his innocent blue eyes wide with wonder, completely unaware of the significance of this moment.

Mallory felt an overwhelming sense of pride for her wife, whose talent and dedication had finally taken centre stage again after five years. Taylor's parents, Andrea and Scott, stood beside her, their faces beaming with admiration.