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unedited — please forgive a few mistakes (rushed to finish when I told my girl I'd update if she ate something)
based on the song Force of Nature by Melina KB
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When you walk up the steps to Taylor's house later that evening at 10:30 with just your sleeping bag--which you're certain you won't need--you pause for a moment before knocking on the door, taking in the sight of Taylor's house bathed in the soft glow of lamplight. Despite the warmth of the evening, a chill runs down your spine, perhaps a premonition of the events that will unfold tonight. Taylor opens the door with a smile, inviting you in with a wave of her hand. The sound of laughter and music drifts from inside, mingling with the scent of freshly baked cookies.
"Hey, Y/N!" Selena says, smiling tipsily as she downs the glass of wine in her hand.
You chuckle slightly. "Drunk already?"
"You know her, Y/N," Taylor says, shrugging as she pulls you in for a hug.
You take in the scent of her lavender soap, trying to get as much of the smell in your senses as you possibly can.
When you've set your sleeping bag in Taylor's room and said hi to Gigi and Blake, Taylor thrusts a glass of wine in your hand, and you have to hide your blush when your fingers linger too long on the other's. "This took us about ten tries to get," she says, faux firmness in her tone. "It better be gone before we all go to bed."
You throw your head back and laugh. "You're gonna turn me into an alcoholic!"
"You wouldn't complain," she jokes, rolling her eyes and setting a teasing--totally platonic--kiss on your cheek.
The night wears on, and it isn't long before the world is pleasantly fuzzy, all the lights in Taylor's house are off and you're all sprawled out nearly everywhere in the living room.
Taylor's cheeks are tinted slightly pink as you and her talk quietly while everyone else snoozes around you.
Her hand is on your thigh. She's running her acrylic nails over your skin. The touch makes you shudder slightly, and Taylor notices. She cocks her head to the side. You both sit in the semi-darkness, the faint glow from the moon filtering through the curtains, casting a soft light over the room.
"Are you cold?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
You shake your head, not trusting yourself to speak without revealing the swirling emotions inside you. Instead, you place your hand over hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. Taylor's fingers intertwine with yours, and she leans in close, her breath warm against your ear.
"There's something I've been wanting to tell you," she murmurs.
She moves down slightly, her lips soft and sweet on your skin as she leaves gentle kisses on your jaw.
You close your eyes. Part of you wonders if this is a fever dream or if Taylor is just fucking with you or if this is real.
"What is it that y-you've been wanting to tell me?" you ask softly, your hand moving up to her waist, where you slip it under her sweatshirt.
You feel her shiver as she travels further down, to your neck, and you revel in the sensation, holding back soft moans.
"I like you," she mumbles against your skin as she delicately goes to straddle you.
Oh, Jesus.
"No," she says suddenly, pulling away just barely.
Your breath hitches slightly, worried she might take her words back.
"I love you."
You choke on the air you're trying desperately to get into your lungs. "I-I —"
She smiles and puts a gentle finger atop your lips as there's suddenly a shifting behind her; Gigi is stirring on the couch.
"I love you, too," you manage to get out as the movement stops.
"Good," she whispers, her beaming grin widening as she gently puts her lips back on yours.
