Carolina, Continued. (FLETCHER x Taylor Swift Caylor girlxgirl gxg Gaylor)

Feelings and Conversations

I wake up, blinking my eyes a few times, trying to remember where I am at. It quickly hits me, as I realize the weight on my chest is Taylor, who is still peacefully sleeping. I can't help but smile to myself, this was a great thing to wake up to. We are in Taylor's bedroom, and she is passed out on my bare chest, her skin warm against mine.

After the party last night, we went back to Taylor's house, where things escalated quickly. Taylor wasted no time, taking complete control and taking me to her room. She never hid her intentions, and I definitely wasn't holding back either. Though we were drunk, it was a wonderful way to end the night. We have never ended a night of partying like this. It was beautiful and full of nothing but love.

I take this moment to truly appreciate Taylor for everything she did last night. I brush my fingers lightly through her blonde hair, knowing she would probably like to wake up as well. She seems to be coming out of sleep, cuddling more into me, her arms wrapping around my waist tighter. She buries her face in my chest, seeming to try and escape the bright room.

"No," she whines, and I can't help but let out a light laugh, still running my fingers through her hair, "I don't want to get up,"

"Babe, you don't need to," I reassure her, enjoying this moment myself. It's been a while since I have gotten to wake up with someone. I try to soak in this feeling. Her warmth, her smell, the sound of her voice when she is still tired.

"Oh, thank the lord," she lets out a soft giggle, not loosening her grip on me at all, "This is nice," she speaks, as if she could read my thoughts. I smile, nodding, even though she can't see me in this moment.

"Definitely," I agree, truly enjoying this moment with her.

"Last night was nice too," I can hear the smirk in her tone, and I roll my eyes.

"It was," I agree, because truly, it was a really good night, "But are you ready to see all of the articles on it?" I question, wanting to know her thoughts now that she is sober.

"Oh, I don't care," she says nonchalantly, "Whatever they say in the articles don't mean much to me. I had a great time with you, at the party, and when we got home. There's nothing they can say to change that," I smile as she speaks, kind of relieved that she is still feeling the same way about it. It's a good feeling, knowing that she doesn't care about the media, and what they have to say about us. That was our biggest issue last time around, and it seems to be solved now.

"You really don't care?" I ask, still kind of shocked. I can't believe how much things have changed. We went an entire night of partying without fighting, and there were a ton of pictures of us being close, that she doesn't care about.

"Nope," she says, popping the 'p', "I am going to take a quick shower," she yawns, sitting up now. She presses a kiss to my lips before climbing out of bed. I would be lying if I said I wasn't watching her the entire time. She seems to know I was staring, as she moved slowly, almost teasingly, as she made her way towards the bathroom.

I love that she isn't nervous to be naked around me, it seems like she actually likes it when I look at her. I lay here, thinking about what time I need to leave by, I do have a show in a couple of days, sadly. I have a few meetings to attend beforehand.

I sit up, getting out of bed, realizing I have just a few hours before I need to leave here. I pause for a second before searching for my clothes. Should I join Taylor? Would she be okay with that? I go back and forth for a minute, hearing the water in her shower hit the ground. I shrug to myself, deciding to go for it. It doesn't need to be sexual, but I want to know if she would be okay with it.

"Tay?" I ask, entering the bathroom, as she left the door open.

"Yes?" She responds, clearly standing in the shower, and I get kind of flustered.