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Will be short. Hope you like it, enjoy!
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They knew it was wrong, but how could something so good and feel so right, be so utterly bad? Because neither Taylor or Y/n knew. What they were doing, was completely wrong. But, it felt so good. They couldn't stop. But, how can you stop just being in love with someone you have a deep connection with. It's nearly impossible!
They were cuddled up on the bed, letting the fire heat the small house Y/n owned. They weren't trying to get too comfortable (Taylor having to leave soon or she'd get discovered missing) but it was near impossible for them to separate. Neither knew when the other would be available. Taylor was busy with her fiancée, doing whatever Joe wanted them to, and Y/n was planning her wedding. Both women very busy, but not too busy for each other.
The small stone house was covered in ivy, but Y/n liked it that way. Thought the ivy protected the walls better; held them together. It also gave Taylor safety. Whenever she saw the house come into view, relief bloomed in her chest, and she knew she was safe to be who she really was and to love the person she loved most.
"Tay?" Y/n asked softly, looking up at her lover.
The blonde hummed, looking down at her lover with a small smile on her lips. "What's gonna happen if he finds us out?" Y/n asks, causing Taylor to close her eyes, not wanting to talk abiut Joe. But, they already both know the answer.
"He, he won't be kind about it. He'll try and burn the house with us inside... he's already made threats of that if he found me laying with another man. If he's dumb enough, maybe he'll think both of us, are for him. But, I would never want his greasy callused hands touching you."
"At least we'll die together. And I'd do whatever to keep you safe, even if that means being with your fiancé. But, as long as you're there, I'll be fine." Taylor places a gentle kiss on Y/n's forehead, pulling her closer.
However, their peaceful evening is about to come crashing down as two men stride towards the ivy covered house, torches ready.
