I Know Places (Taylor Swift Imagines) (GxG)

"Anytime, Baby."

slightly nsfw

You sped through the streets of the outskirts of LA, your Harley-Davidson humming along.

Your cruise was interrupted by a red light, and as you stopped, placing your left foot down on the asphalt for balance, a black Ford Escort pulled up beside you.

The window rolled down as you pulled your vape out of your jacket pocket and pulled your visor up to take a drag.

A gorgeous blonde with pretty eyes framed behind glasses looked over at you. "Can I pull?" she asked, rather loudly due to the bustle of nearby cars on the road.

You chuckled and held the vape out for her. She shook her head, and you pulled back.

"I didn't mean the vape," she said.

You gasped at the unexpected proposition.

You felt your cheeks heat up as a playful smile played on the blonde's lips. You watched in amusement as she pulled her phone out and she tapped something.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket just as the light turned green and she rolled her window up.

You braked at a shoulder of the road and checked your phone.

Taylor would like to share:

call me, davidson

960 *** 3090

You chuckled in disbelief at her boldness, but in truth, you were flattered. No one had ever slid you their number so boldly during a casual encounter. With a grin, you stored Taylor's number in your phone and revved the Harley back to life.

At another red light you were unlucky to have caught, that same Ford Escort pulled up next to you once more. The window didn't roll down; she didn't see you. You were sure it was the same car because of a misshapen marking on the driver's side's door.

Struck with a wave of the same boldness, you dialled Taylor's number. The ringing crackled through your earbuds.

You stared into the Escort as Taylor picked up.

"Hello?" her voice, clearer now, answered.

"Hey, blondie," you said, doing your best to be as smooth as possible.

"Who is this?"

You told her to look out her window. She turned her head frantically until she caught your eye.

You lifted your visor and waved playfully. "Hey, cutie," you called out.

She burst into laughter, clearly surprised. "You actually called! I didn't think you would."

"Well, I couldn't resist the challenge," you replied, a grin evident in your voice.

The light turned green, and she gestured for you to pull over at a shoulder of the road.

You did.

She stepped out of her car as you took your helmet off and your eyes wandered her body. Black leggings, a baggy Queen tee gathered at the front and tied so it showed some skin, and low-cut Vans. Her hair was long and wavy, flowing past her shoulders.

Here you were, wearing jeans, a flannel and your riding jacket with sneakers.

You set your helmet on your lap as she walked over, her stunning blue eyes dark behind her glasses.

"So," she said. "Why'd you call?"

You shrugged, smiling, trying to play it off. "Eh, just curious."

"About what, exactly?" she asked softly, leaning on your bike.

"Well," you replied nonchalantly even though your heart was pounding in anticipation, "that's for me to know and for you to find out."

She put a hand on your chest, chuckling. "Why don't you make me feel good while I find out?"

You laughed.

She took a deep breath and slowly ran her hand up your chest, her fingers tracing up your neck. Her arms wrapped around the back of your neck.

You reached down to unzip your jacket.

She took this as what it was; permission, and her lips attached to your neck like a magnet. She easily found your sensitive spot, and your breath that fanned over the shell of her ear quickened.

You felt her heartbeat accelerate as your arms settled on her waist.

"Car," you said. "Car."

She pulled away and lead you towards her Escort. She squealed in surprise and delight as you pushed her into the back seat and straddled her as you shut the door.

You removed your jacket.

She grinned and pulled you down into a sloppy kiss. Your lips touched and sparks flew.