Come With Me: A Laura Prepon and Taylor Schilling fanfic

Girlfriends

The sunlight filtered in the window reminding me of our first morning together. Nostalgia brought a smile to my face. Taylor opened her eyes and stretched before settling back on my chest.

"Good morning doll face," I smiled down at her.

"Morning."

"What do you want to do today?" I said stroking her hair.

"I don't know. I was supposed to have lunch with Jason."

"Oh, okay. Then go ahead."

"I just don't want to make Jenji mad."

"I know. We aren't together so I can't really say anything."

"Well...we could always change that," she said walking her fingers up my chest.

"What do you propose?"

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"I'll be whatever you want me to be," I said smiling.

"I think I want you to say yes."

"Yes," I leaned forward and captured her lips in a gentle kiss.

"What are we gonna do about Jenji?"

"I'll talk to her."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, you need to get ready for your lunch with Jason in the meantime, however."

"Okay, I'll go take a shower. Do you think I could barrow some clothes?"

"Sure. I'll lay some on the bed and make breakfast so it'll be ready for you when you get out."

"Thanks babe," she pecked me on the cheek and headed into the master bath.

Hot pancakes sat on the counter with a glass of orange juice and a plate of fresh fruit when Taylor walked out in her tshirt, towel drying her hair.

"I'll change later. Mmmm. Something smells good."

"How many pancakes do you want sweetie?"

"Just a couple. I was thinking, what if we talk to Jenji together?"

"Are you sure? I can talk to her if you want."

"I think she'll take it better coming from both of us."

"Okay. Yeah. If you think so."

"I think so. Mmmm this is good. Thanks Laur."

"Welcome," I kissed her cheek and sat down to eat my own breakfast, "What time are you supposed to meet Jason?"

"Around 1:30, I think."

"Do you want to, I don't know, stick around and like hangout or something?"

"Sure. I'm not busy."

A Shawshank marathon was on on LOGO and we settled down on the couch with a fluffy blanket wrapped around us.

Taylor had her head resting in my lap, she'd fallen asleep during Shawshank Redemption. I ran my fingers through her blonde locks. Each strand caressed my fingers like silk. I glanced at the clock and realized Taylor had to leave soon. I didn't want to wake her up; she looked like an angel, so peaceful.

Sighing I shook Taylor's shoulder, "Wake up beautiful. You have to get ready to leave."

"hmmn," she whimpered and hid her face.

"You have to, sweetie."

"I don't wanna."

"Come on," I tickled her sides and she squirmed.

"Fine," she groaned.

"Damn, you look good in my clothes," I smirked as she came out of my room wearing a blue button up over a white tshirt and a pair of black leggings.

"Glad you think so," she smiled and twirled for me.

"Well I wouldn't have bought the clothes if I didn't like them," I pulled her into my arms.

"I guess that's good," she giggled, "I need to go baby."

"But I want you to stay."

"I want to stay, but I can't babe."

"Fine," I kissed her cheek and let her out of my arms and watched her leave.