Jaylor One Shots

In All Our Dreams

Taylor wakes with a start, not because she'd had a particularly bad dream, but rather because she'd dreamt of something so wonderful that it had scared her. She looks over at the man sleeping beside her as she begins to process her dream. It had been the first one about him that wasn't dirty, she'd dreamt of a life with him. Doing the normal, mundane things a person would do with their partner. Usually Taylor found herself dreaming of him doing unimaginable things to her body, in which usually ended with her waking up and calling him to come over, that is unless he had already been in her house. She sighs, running a hand through her hair before rolling on her side, absorbing every inch of his face, committing it to memory. She hadn't noticed how deeply she's been falling for him before the dream she'd just had. She'd known she liked him, that much was obvious, but wow she can see herself starting a life with him. She wants him to be a part of every aspect of her life, not just her bed. It's a scary thought if she's completely honest, the realisation she's falling hard for this man, and she isn't quite sure what to do with this information. Does she confess her true feelings? Does he even feel the same way? Without a solid answer to these questions, Taylor just continues to watch him sleep, an act that may seem creepy in theory but in reality she's just enamoured with everything about him. 

After a few moments of her soaking in the view of him, she watches Joe's eyes flutter open which startles her.

"Stalker much?" He jokes in a raspy voice, sleep filling his words as he slowly adjusts his eyes to the world. She lets out a breathy laugh, rolling her eyes

"You wish." She mutters, Joe shaking his head, a smile playing on his soft lips. His hand reaches up, gently stroking her hair. She feels goosebumps forming from his touch, her heart almost expanding by the simple feeling of his hand. She craves this kind of affection, the gentle touches, the random soft kisses, the spontaneity of a relationship that shows how deeply the other cares. She gets so much of it out of Joe, despite the fact that they aren't even really dating, they're just having fun, regular, wild sex. Taylor's dream is still playing on the forefront of her mind when he questions why she's awake at this time of the night,

"Just had a strange dream is all." She murmurs, pressing her lips against the nearest piece of his bare skin she can find, which happens to be his wrist. He maintains eye contact with her, softly moving his hand to her cheek, stroking up and down as delicately as he can, leaving her skin feeling tingly. 

"Are you okay?" He whispers gently, his face holding no signs of judgement, just completely filled with compassion and curiosity. He makes her want to take a sledge hammer to the walls she'd built to protect herself, smash them down and just tell him everything. She wants all of this with him, she wants a life with him. It's something she's never actually pictured with anyone before and it terrifies her, she hasn't allowed anyone to get close in a long time. She can't handle another bullet wound to the heart. Taylor nods slowly at him, moving her legs to entangle them with his, craving more contact.

"It wasn't bad, it was just...different?" She watches his whole face light up as he smiles, something that never fails to warm her heart, or put a smile on her own face. 

"Seems about right with you, your mind never fails to amaze me." He's laughing softly as he says it, she loves the playfulness they share, the ability to just be lighthearted with one another, their humour is remarkably similar which is a huge part of the reason as to why they get along so well. "Do you want to tell me about it?" He questions, his face has returned to the serious curiosity he seems to have about her. He seems to genuinely be interested in every aspect of her, even the weird and crazy. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts, his hand moving to stroke up and down her arm as she subconsciously moves closer to him. His arms honestly feel like the safest place she's ever known, and she doesn't quite understand it. How could a person just automatically make you feel so safe? That hasn't been something she's ever experienced before, it just seems so odd, but in the most blissful way possible.