Quarantine - {Kaylor}

Eleven

A/N: SIKE! You thought I wouldn't update this shit after Taylor Swift releasing the Kaylor BIBLE???

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I had been gazing at the girl beside me for what felt like hours. The soft breeze made a few strands of her slightly curled up hair fly back and fort on her face as she rested her head on her folded arm in my bed. It looked like the Sun himself decided to admire her as well, by the way the morning light coming through the open window got half of her face glowing in shades of golden.

She looked so relaxed and comfortable with her eyes fluttered shut and a small, barely there smile that gave out a sweet dream playing in her mind. I hoped it was about me.

The cotton shirt she wore had its sleeves scrunched up and one of her legs was intertwining mine, providing me enough warmth to not care for the cold air coming from outside my room. I felt complete and it was natural to think that my house never felt so much like a home as it did right now.

I'm counting the small freckles on her face when suddenly I'm trapped by those familiar blue orbs. Taylor looks at me in silence for a minute, her face not giving off any signs of what was going on in her head at that moment, until she smiles at me.

"Stop staring at me while I sleep."

"I wasn't staring. I was admiring," I smile back, laughing when she tries to cover her face on the pillow beneath her.

We struggle when I try to remove her hands from her face and somehow I end up half of top of the now giggling blonde. I have her wrist pinned down on the bed and she looks up at me expectantly.

"How are you not hangover after last night?"

Taylor shrugs.

"I have a minor headache, but that's it," she responds, "Thank you for taking care of me, though."

I take that moment to gaze at her features again, something warm spreading through my chest the more I look at her. She's beautiful.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She asks giving me the same warm smile.

Instead of answering her, I dive to her lips and try to make her understand without words everything that was going on inside of me. Taylor inhales hard at the depth of the kiss, but quickly goes with the flow, swiping her tongue to ask for entrance. I grant it and my hand slides from her wrist to intertwine our fingers when I settle on top of her.

The kiss is deep and hungry, but still slow, which makes my body flush with sudden heat as we try to keep breathing without breaking contact. When Taylor positions one of her thighs between mine I break away and move my lips to her jaw to try and get some air in my lungs.

"Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" I chuckle.

"It's you."

Taylor flips us over on the bed and the suddenness of the action makes me give up control and hum in appreciation when her lips meet my neck with much more confidence.

I was getting more flushed by the second as her mouth met my skin and spread wet, passionate kisses all over my collarbones, drifting back to my lips as if she wasn't able to stay away from them for too long. 

She ground her hips on mine and my body instinctively responded by wrapping my legs around her waist as I pulled the roots of blond hair on the back of her head. That seemed to fuel Taylor, because the next thing I felt was her teeth pulling my bottom lip as she slid a hand slowly down my body.

Something felt different in her touch, though. As her hands explored my chest, she seemed to graze every inch of skin with such a gentleness, as if it was uncharted territory. As if everything about this was a product of her wildest dreams. It made me want more and soon her hand was drifting down to where I needed it the most.