Jaylor One Shots

Is Love Enough?

Taylor feels her ankle hit against something, looking down she notices the dishwasher has been left completely open. She feels her last straw snap, her anger with him has reached an all-time high. 

"JOE!" She screams through the house, a few moments pass before she hears his heavy stomps coming down the stairs. 

"What?" He says shortly, folding his arms as he looks at her with an annoyed expression, which really just pisses her off more. 

"What is this?" She gestures to the open dishwasher, nothing about either of them is reasonable right not. 

"That's a dishwasher. Haven't seen one before?" He says snarkily, clearly not up for owning up to his mistake. 

"Are you fucking serious?" She slams it shut. Fire burning in her eyes, her fury practically oozing out of every part of her body. 

"What? I'm sorry you've never used one before." His words just make her completely lose it, every word that comes out his mouth makes her want to hit him. 

"Fuck you Joe. Seriously, you are such an asshole. Stop leaving the dishwasher OPEN!" She yells, 

"Oh for fucks sake Taylor, calm down. You really dragged me all the way down here for this?!" She slams her hand down on the counter, ignoring the pain that causes her. 

"Yes I did! Because you keep fucking doing this! I keep having to knock into it, the cats get inside of it - which isn't safe. And you are a fucking adult who should know how to CLOSE A DOOR!" She watches Joe roll his eyes at her, further infuriating her. 

"Yeah well at least I know how to vacuum up after all the cat fur, despite you PROMISING me for three days that you would do it, because they are YOUR CATS!" She takes a step towards him, 

"Oh don't you dare start this back-and-forth thing! I was getting there, I've been so fucking busy this past week. You just needed to have SOME PATIENCE!" 

"I didn't start anything! YOU fucking called me down here like I'm your child or some shit. Don't fucking start with me Taylor, you are the one with anger issues because if you're this worked up over a fucking dishwasher then there must be something really wrong with you." His words sting, and as much as she wants to retaliate, to fling some biting insult right back at him, she just can't deal with this anymore. So she shoves her way past Joe and up the stairs. "Oh yeah, WALK AWAY! Real mature Taylor." His voice yells after her. She continues to ascend the stairs, just needing to be anywhere but near him right now. They can't keep doing this. She loves him with her whole entire heart, and that's why these arguments are practically killing her. Tears sting in her eyes but she refuses to cry, instead opting to lay down on a bed in a guest room, staring blankly at the ceiling trying to figure out how they got to this point, where it went so wrong. She wants her mom, but her and Joe have seem to silently agreed that they'd deal with this privately, neither of them wanting their families to know how bad it's gotten. So she's alone. 

About an hour later, Taylor finally tears her eyes away from the ceiling, having made the decision to go find Joe. She notices their bedroom door is shut and takes it as a good bet that he's in there. So after knocking twice, she enters, without waiting for a reply. Joe is laying on their bed reading a book. 

"Not now Taylor." He says shortly, not even looking up at her. 

"Yes now." She makes her way over to him, sitting down on the bed. "We need to talk about this if we're going to survive this." She's trying her best to speak softly, not wanting a repeat argument. She watches as Joe tosses his book onto the nightstand, as he sits up. Before she can think twice about it, his hands are in her hair, his lips kissing hers with a ferocity that only ever happens after a fight. This is becoming a common occurrence nowadays, they used to make love, worshipping each others bodies. But now, they just fuck, trying their hardest to assert dominance using the anger they both had harvested. Joe pins her to the bed, his lips moving down to her neck, sucking and biting aggressively, causing Taylor to let out a loud moan, digging her fingernails into his back. She feels his lips curl into a smile, the first time she's seen that in such a long time. That thought alone almost brings her to tears. She feels Joe's knee move up so that it's resting in between her legs, the friction sends her wild. Almost immediately she flips them over, ripping his shirt off and kissing her way down his body. She feels his hands tangle themselves into her hair again.