A request for some Coachella content. :)
Spicy warning.
"You're a little drunk, baby."
She smiles at me, a big one where I can see every single tooth. Her eyelids are half closed, like she's about to drop off and I almost think she can't hear me above the music.
"I'm a lot drunk. And I think the edible's kicked in," Tay admits happily. "I feel good."
I chuckle. "Bet you do."
She's definitely reached the mellow portion of the night. Naturally, she's a pretty affectionate person and I can always tell the point where she's riding that wave because she melts into me. Her body goes limp like spaghetti and I'm basically holding her up.
Before we left, she was full throttle, ready to go, like she'd swiped about five of my Accelerators. Some of it was the excitement of being here after so many years, of getting to enjoy herself so freely and not giving a shit what people say. I love that for her...every single time it gets to happen and tonight was no exception.
The Bleachers set was unbelievable. Taylor had introduced me to Jack months ago and I'd heard a little bit of their music, but to get to see them live was something else. They tore it up and we danced our asses off, enjoying the moment.
"You trust me to go into the crowd?"
I already knew what she'd say.
Tay was about living as normal of a life now as possible. That's not to say we don't appreciate our privacy, but if the opportunity comes up to hang out with our friends and support the ones who happen to be playing, we're gonna take them, full stop.
"Can't waste the time I have," she would always say. "Been there, done that."
Even though she's well protected out there, flanked on all sides, anytime we're in a situation where there's a crowd, I'm more aware of my surroundings. I don't want her to feel smothered, but I do want her to have a good time without worrying. I stick close by as we watch Ice kill it, the pulse of energy sailing clean through both of us.
An added benefit to staying close is just being with Tay herself. I love holding her when we dance, my hands on her hips as she leans against me, my hands on her belly, tapping out a rhythm. We're most ourselves when we're touching, as weird as that may sound. It's not just the physical connection...when she's in my arms or she's gently got her fingers across my face, I feel most at peace.
Try to explain it to anyone, I probably wouldn't do a great job, but there it is. We connect on all of these levels that I never dreamed I'd be able to have with someone.
She's in the zone now, just blissfully drifting while we dance, in her own little world and I'm on fucking cloud nine...can't help but wrap her up even tighter and cradle her head in my hands, leaning in to serenade her.
Taylor giggles, her dimples deepening as she raises her voice above the music to tell me I'm silly, those blue eyes I love looking into opening just a little wider.
What sets her apart, besides from being the most talented and driven person I've ever met, is how she enjoys just being goofy. I like to go out and dig into moments and so does she...we vibe well that way.
"I'm drunnnnk," she screams-sings into my ear, her hand cupping my neck as I wiggle my fingers suggestively, just being stupid, laughing when she sticks out her tongue in response. "And you can put those to good use later."
I laugh again, my lips going to her neck. "Mhmm, if you're a good girl."
"I'm always good," she pouts, "you know it."
