Match Maker | T. Swift x OC

Chapter Twenty Two

As the applause continued to reverberate through the stadium, the backstage door swung open, revealing Taylor in all her radiant glory. Her costume shimmered under the bright lights, and her smile could have outshone even the most dazzling stars. Mallory's heart skipped a beat as she watched Taylor hug her parents, tears of joy brimming in her eyes.

"Aahh!" Taylor exclaimed, jumping up and down in her spot.

Andrea and Scott enveloped Taylor in a tight embrace, their words of pride and love flowing freely. Mallory couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat as she witnessed the heartfelt family reunion. Peter squirmed in her arms, his attention captured by the spectacle before him.

After a few precious moments, Taylor turned her attention to Mallory and Peter. Her eyes met Mallory's, and in that shared glance, years of love and longing were communicated. Taylor's gaze then shifted to Peter, her face lighting up even more. With a quick, graceful stride, Taylor reached out for Peter, her strong arms expertly cradling him. She spun him around gently, eliciting delighted laughter from the little one-year-old.

"Hi, Petey. I missed you. Did you hear my song for you?"

"Yes!" The boy exclaimed, even though he hadn't.

"Yeah? Did you like it?"

"Nice!" He nodded.

"High five," Taylor held her hand up and Peter slapped it, making his mother laugh.

Mallory's heart swelled as she watched Taylor interact with their son. The bond between them was undeniable, and the sight of Peter's giggles warmed her soul. Taylor's ability to effortlessly balance her new role as a mother with her demanding career left Mallory in awe.

Taylor led her wife and son into her changing room, a space filled with the scent of roses and a sense of accomplishment. The room was adorned with flowers and cards from well-wishers, a testament to Taylor's success. She settled Peter on a plush couch, playfully tickling his tummy, which sent him into fits of laughter.

With a gentle hand, Taylor guided Mallory to her side. Their fingers intertwined, and Mallory leaned in and softly kissed Taylor's cheek. "You were amazing out there," Mallory whispered, her voice filled with admiration.

Taylor turned to Mallory, her eyes sparkling. "Thank you, Mal," She grinned. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"I definitely enjoyed the show," Mallory said, making Taylor frown at the tone.

"What? ...oh. Oh!" Taylor blushed and lowered her tone. "I could maybe give you a private show later if you'd like?"

The brunette smirked and kissed Taylor sweetly, sitting down next to Peter. "I think his nappy needs changing."

"Way to ruin the mood," Taylor sighed before faking a yawn. "I just did a three-hour show with no breaks. I'm really tired, I'm gonna go take a nap..."

"Whatever," Mallory chuckled. "He liked all the attention he got from his grandma."

"She's been waiting for a grandchild," Taylor laughed softly, ruffling his blonde curls.

The exits didn't take very long to come after the first couple of weeks of shows.

Mallory had always cherished quiet moments on the sofa, where the soft glow of the evening sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm embrace over her and her son. His rhythmic breaths created a soothing lullaby that tugged at her heartstrings. As she absentmindedly scrolled through TikTok, her fingers dancing across the screen, she stumbled upon a video that held her attention like a magnet.

The video was a snippet from her wife's recent performance, the mesmerising Vigilante Shit dance routine that exuded sensuality and power. Mallory had always been captivated by her wife's grace and talent, but seeing her perform in this particular piece ignited a fire within her. The way her wife moved, the intensity in her eyes, and the passion that radiated from every movement sent shivers down Mallory's spine.

As the video looped, Mallory's heart raced, and a flush of desire crept up her cheeks. She couldn't tear her eyes away, captivated by the sensual edits that highlighted the most alluring moments of the performance. The way her wife's body twisted and contorted, the subtle glances that conveyed unspoken desires, it was as if Mallory was witnessing an intimate conversation between her wife and the stage.

userrrrr: mallory is so lucky
| mallory: yeah...

Lost in the rabbit hole of videos, Mallory's breathing quickened, her pulse pounding in her ears. She felt a mixture of emotions swirling within her - pride for her wife's incredible talent, longing for the intimacy they shared, and an overwhelming sense of attraction that caught her off guard. Mallory had always known her wife was an amazing performer, but these videos revealed a side of her that she hadn't fully explored before.

Hours slipped by unnoticed as Mallory continued to delve deeper into the TikTok vortex, each video stoking the flames of her desire. She imagined herself back in the audience, watching her wife's performance with bated breath, feeling the electricity in the air as the music and movement intertwined. Mallory's thoughts grew more and more intimate, her fantasies intertwining with the images on the screen.

Eventually, Peter stirred on her chest, his soft murmurs pulling her back to reality. She blinked, realising how deeply she had become engrossed in the videos. Gently lifting her son, she settled him into his crib, his small fingers curling around hers as he settled back into sleep. Mallory sat back on the sofa, her mind still spinning from the intoxicating journey she had taken.

Mal 💘: call me right now

Tay 🏹: are you ok?

Mal 💘: yes just call me

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Epilogue next chapter...