I Know Places (Taylor Swift Imagines) (GxG)

Mrs. Kelce II

I would like to apologise (to you especially, my Paris) for how long this took.

Smoke and soft laughter wafts in the air around you and Taylor as you lay in her lap.

"And what about that time when you nearly got us both caught in the library?" Taylor's laugh is low and rich, the smoke curling around her words.

You grin. "Hey, that was your idea," you tease, nudging her gently. "You knew the cameras were still on."

She rolls her eyes, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "Maybe."

Your eyes lock, and for a moment, the world outside her cosy living room fades away. Her fingers trail absently through your hair, and you reach up, gently toying with the hem of the sleeve of her sweatshirt. She taps her cigarette into the ashtray on the table beside the couch.

"You know," you say softly, "I never thought I'd be here like this with you."

Taylor's expression softens, her eyes warm as she looks down at you. "Me neither," she admits, taking a slow drag of her cigarette. "But here we are."

The silence between you is comfortable. The smoke swirls lazily in the air, and you watch it, feeling a strange sense of contentment.

"Can I have a hit?" you ask, nodding towards her cigarette.

Taylor shakes her head, her smile teasing yet firm. "No. Sorry, love."

You chuckle, but the curiosity gnaws at you. "Come on, just one. I've never tried it before, and I want to know what it's like."

She raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Oh, so now you're curious about all my vices?"

"Just this one," you reply, a little more insistently. "What's the harm in one puff?"

Taylor sighs, flicking ash into the tray beside her. "It's not about the harm of one puff. It's the principle. I don't want you starting something because of me."

You sit up slightly, looking into her eyes. "I won't start. I promise. Just one time, Tay, please?"

She studies you for a long moment, the cigarette hovering near her lips. "You really want to try it that badly?"

You nod. "Yeah. Just one hit."

She hesitates, then finally relents with a soft sigh. "Fine. One hit. But if you start coughing and hacking, don't say I didn't warn you."

Handing you the cigarette, she watches intently as you bring it to your lips. You take a small drag, the harsh smoke burning your throat and lungs instantly. You cough, your eyes watering, and Taylor bursts into laughter, shaking her head.

"Told you," she says, taking the cigarette back and taking a hit with practiced ease. "Not as glamorous as it looks, huh?"

You cough again, grinning through the tears. "Definitely not. How do you do that?"

"Years of practice," she replies with a wink.

You lay back down, your head resting on her lap once more. "Teach me, then."

She raises an eyebrow, considering you for a moment. "You really want to learn?"

"Yeah, I mean, it's not like Travis is around to disapprove," you say with a slight edge, bringing up her perpetually absent husband.

Taylor's expression tightens briefly at the mention of him, but then she relaxes. "He's never around to disapprove of anything, is he?"

You shake your head. "Nope. And that's his loss."

A small, wistful smile plays on her lips as she looks down at you. "It is," she agrees softly, her hand gently stroking your hair.

You both fall silent for a moment, the only sounds the distant hum of the city outside and the occasional crackle of the cigarette in her hand.

"Do you ever think about what it would be like if things were different?" you ask, breaking the silence.

Taylor's gaze becomes distant, her fingers stilling in your hair. "All the time," she admits. "But life's complicated, and some choices can't be undone."

"And he's an asshole."

She bursts into hysterical laughter, her eyes watering and her cigarette burnt out by the time she stops, panting. "Oh, God."

You smile, reveling in the idea that you're the reason for that grin on her pink-tinted lips.