And We Run (Kaylor Fanfic)

Chapter Thirty-Two

Guys, my GCSEs are nearly over. I'm on my holiday so decided to update because it won't be until June if I don't do it now. Sorry for being away for so long, again! I hope you enjoy this chapter because I especially enjoyed writing it.

 

 

            The lock on the door clicked shut, and Taylor took a deep breath. She kicked off her heels, and began unzipping the back of her dress as she tiptoed through the house. One thing she couldn't understand was her ability to make it to the bedroom so energetically after such an eventful night out, but just assumed it was the endorphins that hadn't yet worn off. She stood over the bed in the dark, the moonlight seeping in and a cool draft blowing through the cracked window. Something about the dark and the quiet was so peaceful. The blonde-haired starlet slid the dress down her thighs and hung it up in the closet, exchanging the beautiful garment for an oversized flannel shirt with a hole under the arm and a gallon of Karlie's perfume soaked into the fabric. Her favourite smell.

            As Taylor buttoned the shirt over her chest, the flutter of Karlie's warm breath stroked the back of the shorter girl's neck. She shivered slightly, not expecting the model to be standing right behind her. Without saying a word, the girl with the green eyes slid her arms by the side of Taylor's hips, so her hands met on the other side of

the older girl. Karlie took the buttons from the girl's fingertips, surprised she didn't fight back – but perhaps it's because the model's sultry scent had paralysed her in that moment and Taylor twisted her neck behind her to see her fiancé. And their lips met in a delicate kiss that felt like the smell of burning candles, like the sound of genuine laughter, like the feeling you get when you feel the sun on your back for the first time that year. It was enough to make you breathless.

            "You taste like the fourth of July." Karlie whispered, her eyes tired but still able to focus on Taylor in the darkness. She stepped away, allowing the shorter girl to slide in between the bed sheets as the model made her way around the bed and to the other side. The taller girl wore socks in bed; Taylor never really understood that. But, then again, Karlie couldn't see why her sweetheart wouldn't put her hair up whilst she slept.

            "Take of your shirt." The model whispered, snapping the silence. Her fiancé bridled. She had no objection to the idea, but wanted to understand the motive.

"Why?" She asked. Karlie began to underdo her top buttons as she lay on her back and stared up to the ceiling.

"I want to touch you." She replied after a moment or two. Taylor sighed.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm so tired. I'm not really feeling it right now, Karls." She explained, making no attempt to unbutton her shirt. The model turned her neck and looked at Taylor.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't want to have sex with you. I want to touch you. There is a difference, babe." The green-eyed beauty shot Taylor's comment right down. The older girl looked ahead, wide-eyed, and reached up to unbutton her flannel shirt. She slipped it off. The feeling of the crisp linen on her skin was soothing, and the shorter girl couldn't help but reach down to stretch out the elastic of her panties and slip them off too.

            Both girls lay, naked, beneath the sheets. The shadow of a great night weighed their eyelids down. They didn't speak, they just lay there. Silence.

            "I love you more than anything." Karlie whispered, reaching out and placing her fingers lightly on Taylor's bare hips. The shorter girl whimpered quietly as she felt the model's fingertips brush against her waistline in the darkness. She bit her lip, just enough to feel a jab of pain, and leant in to press her lips against the other girl's. The green-eyed girl moved her lips to Taylor's jawline, sucking lightly on her skin and making her way down her neck, placing kisses as she went. The older girl couldn't help but let a few moans slip out from between her lips as she threw her head back. Karlie slide her hands up to massage the other girl's chest. She could feel Taylor's fingertips grasping at her ass cheeks before moving up to trace the vertebrae of her spine with one hand. Her other moved to the inside of the younger girl's thigh – she was becoming dangerously close to the girl's bundle of nerves. And that is when the model pulled away.