I miss you, I'm sorry - Taylor Swift x OC

(7) In The Kitchen

2011 / 2012

[In The Kitchen by Reneé Rapp]

Katie collapsed on the mattress next to the singer, right back where they had started before the New Year. Taylor's eyes were softer as she looked at her now, like she'd left the past behind for real. Taylor leaned to her side and wrapped Katie in an embrace, "I missed you."

"Me too," Katie smiled softly while curling the blanket up in her fists under her chin as she settled into the warmth Taylor provided against her back, "Your show was incredible, Tay."

"You didn't pick up the ticket I left for you," Taylor mumbled as she combed some of Katie's sandy strands away from her neck and faintly pressed her mouth against it.

"I didn't know you left one for me, I bought one from a scalper," Katie chuckled, "I was surprised you saw me."

"I'm so happy that I did," Taylor kissed her skin again, "But don't buy tickets from scalpers."

"It was worth it," Katie felt Taylor's lips tickle her nape. She felt so much relief laying there tangled in the bedsheets. She took Taylor's left hand into her own and brought it towards her mouth to leave a chaste kiss to her knuckles, "Are you spending the night?"

"If it's okay," Taylor replied, she shut her eyes for a moment in an attempt to remind herself that everything was okay, she was okay to do that, to hold Katherine like that.

"More than," Katie reached to her end table and picked up a playing card. She sat up a bit, angled her hand towards the light switch by the bedroom door and threw it, bringing them on since they fumbled their way to the bed in the darkness before.

"What the fuck was that?" Taylor laughed in a way that made her stomach spin, glancing at the three playing cards that were on the floor and the remainder of the deck on table next to them.

"I'm too lazy to buy a lamp, and someone taught me how to throw cards. You can pick up a lot of weird shit from set and other actors," Katie admitted. She was fully sitting up then, pulling the small blanket that had been kicked to the end of the bed over her shoulders before she stood up.

"That's literally ridiculous and I love it," Taylor sat up too, covering her chest with the comforter as if they didn't just have sex. It was different with the lights on.

Katie walked over to her closet and pulled out a long sweatshirt and a fresh pair of underwear, she mumbled something and went into the bathroom, dressed in it by the time she came out. The actress put the hood over her head, noticing how Taylor had slipped on a change of clothes from the backpack she had carried up with her.

"Are you hungry?"

Twenty minutes later, Katie was slicing some tomato on a cutting board with her sleeves around her elbows. Taylor was holding her from behind, stuck to her like glue. She was also surprised by the fact that Katie had gone shopping, something she admitted to doing only because she wasn't currently filming and thought it would be good to not eat take-out every day until it began.

Katie was no master chef, and it was physically paining Taylor to watch her cut the tomato like that, "You can throw cards strangely accurately at a light switch but you can't cut a tomato? Did no one ever teach you how to hold a knife?"

"No," Katie admitted softly, "Dinner in my house was like, a handful of almonds and an orange once Kara and I were old enough to use a microwave. Sometimes my mom cooked but usually it was kind of a fend for yourself."

"I forgot about your mother," Taylor removed her hands from Katie's waist and cautiously placed them over the other blonde's. Katie's breathing became uneven at how gentle Taylor's touch and words were, "Okay, be careful 'cause that's a huge knife and I don't want to take you to the ER. You want to hold it from here, and don't leave your fingers out like that."