Gaylor One Shots

Tension

I was in the car with my publicist, and my Co-Star, Chris. It was finally Oscar's season and our Film was up for nomination. The car pulled up to the line near the red carpet. "Okay you know the drill," My publicist said from the passenger seat, "You walk the carpet and run the night like the cutesy couple you are and play it up for the cameras when you win the award."

"If we win." Chris replied. My publicist slightly glared, "Don't be negative, you'll manifest that shit. You are going to win. Okay?" My publicist said waiting for our response. We both remained silent and nodded. She got out of the car and opened the door for us. Chris got out of the car and held his hand out to help me. I softly smiled and took his hand. We heard the cheers of fans and walked hand in hand with my publicist.

We approached the carpet and photographers screamed out from every direction trying to take photos from every possible angle. Chris and I kept our bright camera smiles on as we moved along. "Alright, separate pictures." My publicist instructed. Chris nodded and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze before walking down the carpet and posing for solo shots.

I looked over and saw Taylor approaching down the carpet. Her eyes briefly met mine and tried to hide the small smirk creeping up on her lips. My publicist noticed my distracted gaze and snapped me back into focus. She gently grabbed my arm and leaned in near my ear, "I know you two can't wait to pounce on one another when you're in a room together but tonight isn't the night for any shenanigans. Professionalism only." She scolded. I playfully rolled my eyes and continued to walk the carpet and pose for photos. I found myself constantly looking off to my right when I posed just so I could catch a glimpse of Taylor from the corner of my eye.

She looked amazing and my eyes wanted to do nothing more than stay locked on her. I approached the end of the carpet and met with Chris. I hooked my arm with his and glanced back toward the carpet and saw Taylor staring at us for a moment before posing for photos.

We made our way inside and to our seats. Chris made conversation with some friends of his while I stood by and waited around for Taylor. Taylor made her way over and smiled once she saw me. "Hey." I smiled. "Hey!" She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in for a hug. I clung onto her for a moment and inhaled the intoxicating scent of her perfume, "You're wearing the perfume I like." I whispered. "Just wanted to tease you a bit." Taylor whispered. I exhaled and pulled away from her embrace. She held my hands as her eyes slowly wandered off admiring my dress. A small smirk crept up on her lips, "You really do look amazing in that dress."

I blushed and glanced down at my dress. "Mine? Look at you. You look so amazing I almost want to take it off of you." I joked. "Threat or a promise?" She smirked. I softly smirked and stayed silent. "What are you two talking about?" Chris smiled and placed his hands on my shoulders. Taylor's smile slowly dropped. "Just telling her how jealous I am of her dress." I smiled. "You both look gorgeous why does it matter?" Chris asked. "I should go take my seat. I'll see you later." Taylor faintly smiled and walked off.

I watched her walk off toward her seat and glanced back at Chris. "She hates me." Chris sighed. "She doesn't hate you." I softly laughed as we took our seats. "She definitely does. She always looks happy with you but the moment I come around she leaves." He replied. "You know she just gets jealous sometimes. Don't worry too much." I reassured. Chris and I were a PR couple for our movie promotion, the studio thought it would be a great idea for publicity and we went with it. Everyone loved us together, except Taylor.

My relationship worked as PR both ways. It gave the film a boost and helped me sneak around with Taylor without anyone suspecting much. No matter how many times I reassured Taylor about it she would always get jealous and hated when I was with Chris. The awards were starting and the host was opening the show. I looked over and saw Taylor staring at me from across the room. She was eyeing me from across the room. Her gaze met mine and she smirked. "Meet me in the bathroom." She mouthed.

I waited for the show to go on and come to a break. "I'll be right back." I said to Chris and made my way off toward the bathroom. I saw a woman turn away from the bathroom and walk toward my direction, "That bathroom is locked up for some reason, might want to go to the other one." She warned and walked off. I approached the door and knocked, "Taylor?" I quietly asked. The door opened and I was immediately pulled in.

Taylor pressed me back against the wall and stood inches from my face. I stared at her in silence, too nervous to move or speak, as she stared at my lips, "I really want to mess up your lipstick right now." Her voice sounded slightly deeper than usual. "But you'll mess up yours." I whispered. My heart was racing like crazy. "I don't care. Let me leave the evidence on yours and you can leave yours on mine." She smirked. I softly smirked, "I promised my publicist I would behave tonight. If I walk out with your lipstick smudged on mine she'll kill me."

"Please? Just one? I just can't stand seeing you with Chris." She sighed. "Taylor you already know it's publicity. That's why I can't risk it." I said glancing down at her lips, "As much as I really want to."

Taylor frowned and pulled away. I pulled her back in and leaned in toward her ear, "But..." I whispered as I teasingly messed with the zipper on the back of her dress, " When we get home...I'll let you do whatever you want to me." I smirked. She was silent for a moment. "A-Anything?" She stuttered slightly shocked. I smirked and leaned in close to her lips. "Anything you want...just behave."

She was about to lean in and kiss me and I pulled away, "Don't want to spoil the fun." I smirked and walked out of the bathroom. I waited a moment and heard a loud frustrated groan come from the bathroom. I softly laughed to myself and made my way back to my seat.