His Girl (A Taylor Caniff FanFic)

Chapter 25

"Brooklyn?"

I turned, facing Taylor. "Mhm."

"When are you leaving?"

"Let's not think about that." I entwined our fingers, hoping he would drop it.

"No, I-I need to know. I need to make this weekend the best." I smiled.

"Early tomorrow morning." He sighed, resting his chin on my head.

"Why so soon?"

"Well, Mother Nature refused to let me fly any later than that so . . . " He chuckled, his chest vibrating against my back. I turned back to the television.

"You know I was thinkin-" I slapped my hand over his mouth.

"Shhh. This is the best part." I reverted my attention back to Peeta's interview. I squealed when he revealed Katniss's fake pregnancy. Taylor squeezed my shoulders and I smiled. "He saved her life." I cooed, leaning into his chest.

"He literally just endangered a lot of innocent people." I whirled around, sliding away from Mr. Cynical.

"You did not just say that!" His brows furrowed and he reached for my ankle.

"What? He did. He started a rebellion against Katniss being in the games,"

I scoffed. "He tried saving her life by causing the rebellion against her part in the games!"

"Think of it this way: the government is gonna kill the innocent rebels to suppress the rebellion." Taylor grabbed my ankle, using it to move towards me.

"He's trying to stop President Snow from putting her in the game." Taylor climbed on top of me, forcing me to lean on my elbows.

"Okay, how about we say there are two ways of seeing this?" I shook my head defiantly.

"It's an act of love which just happened to have deadly repercussions."

"Well, if I kissed you will it be an act of love which will happen to have deadly repercussions." He asked mockingly. I smirked, reaching up and cradling his face in my hands.

"Not deadly repercussions." Taylor leaned in, lips parted slightly. His eyes flitted down to my lips. I rolled away, getting up from the couch. "But there will be repercussions." Taylor shot up from the couch and ran towards me. I giggled, sprinting into the kitchen. He followed me, his footsteps matching mine. Taylor reached out, his arms wrapping around my waist. I squealed, whirling around to hit his chest. "Let go!" He grinned, pulling me closer. My breath hitched, obviously going along with his plan.

"Are you saying you can resist this?" He gestured to himself. My eyes trailed his hand, all the way from his face to his chest. Damn.

"Yeah, totally." I looked away from him. Taylor gently gripped my chin, pulling my face back to his.

"Challenge accepted." He let go of me, and slunk back into the TV room. My brow furrowed and I followed him, plopping back onto the couch.

I sat down just as Finnick was giving Peeta mouth-to-mouth. I grimaced, this part was the worst. Taylor's hand slid across the couch and he reached for my heel. In a swift motion, he pulled me onto his lap. I gasped and his hand trailed up my arm. Peeta woke up and Katniss scrambled over to him. Taylor rested his hand on my knee and my brain went crazy. This is a challenge, do not do anything. I sighed, settling into his chest. He took a deep breath, his chin resting on the top of my head. Katniss and Peeta kissed, the famous strand of snot between them. Taylor adjusted our position, moving so his chin was nestled in between my shoulder and neck. His breath tickled my neck, making me shiver. Peeta and Katniss were sitting on the beach. He placed a light kiss on my neck and I shuddered, resisting the urge to kiss him senseless.

"God, Brooklyn. This is crazy. Ju-Just let me kiss you. I-I can't stand it." His voice was rough. I turned, sitting back against the couch.

"Kiss me." I said, leaning in slightly. Taylor hesitated, testing himself. He removed a strand of hair from my face, staring straight into my eyes. Slowly we began moving towards each other. The taste of his minty breath enchanted me. His soft lips seemed to fit perfectly with mine, making my heart flutter uncontrolably. He was so gentle, so . . . Taylor. It was only a moment before he pulled away, smiling.

"I win." He whispered, his face still inches from mine.

"You couldn't resist me, remember?" I whispered back, careful not to break the tension. He smirked, sliding his hand up my thigh.

"No one can resist you." I pulled him to him close to me until our lips locked. His hand started on my cheek, and then brushed down my side, fitting perfectly to the bulge of my hip and sliding down to my leg. My head buzzed with mixed emotions, all of them confusing me. The rest of my body seemed to know what to do, because my hands traveled up his back. He bent down to kiss my neck, and I grabbed his shoulder to steady myself. I hooked my fingers into his belt loops, pulling him against me. He groaned inwardly and pushes himself of off me.

"Thought you couldn't resist me." I say, trying to hide my disappointment.

"I'm stronger than I thought." He ran his hand through his hair, calming down the mess I had made. "Um, it's getting late. Maybe we should go to bed." I nod, turning of the movie and grabbing the blanket draped over the side of the couch. "You can sleep with me." Taylor stopped in front of his bedroom door. I nodded, suppressing my grin.

"Can you resist me?" I asked jokingly, sliding past him and plopping into his bed.

"Hopefully." Taylor slips onto the bed next to me, his chest resting in my back. He draped his arm over my stomach and I settle into him. God, I love this boy.

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A/N:

Argh! Can't think of something for them to fight about. And yes, they will fight. Nothing will change my mind on that. They are human.

P.S. Can you catch the references I put in?