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870 words smut warning kinda. it's brief but it's there.
Somehow they survive the walk back to the dressing room, practically tripping over each other the whole time, kissing 'til they couldn't breathe.
"Holy fucking shit, you're amazing, what the fuck," Mikah gasps as she breaks away, sliding her arms down to Taylor's waist. "I can't believe you're real."
"Are you kidding me? I can't believe you're real!"
Mikah laughs, letting her hands wander downward, standing up on her toes to put her mouth on Taylor's jawbone.
"You're so short."
"You're so mean to me," Mikah fake pouts. "You're literally still in your stage heels."
"Mm, you love it, though, don't'cha?"
Mikah blushes, "shut up."
Taylor just giggles before kissing her again, deeply. As if on cue, just as Mikah's hands find their way to the zipper of Taylor's bodysuit, there's a knock on the door.
"Should probably head back to the hotel soon, it's after midnight," they hear Tree's disembodied voice from the other side of the door say.
Mikah just laughs again, leaning on Taylor. She's half tempted to just sink to her knees and eat her out right there, but Tree would hear and it's already obvious that they've been making out the last 20 minutes so she waits.
"Are you gonna change?" Mikah asks, eyeing Taylor as she walks through the door, still in her costume.
"Nope!" She smirks, popping the P. She's teasing her.
Mikah's breath catches in her throat, "god, I hate you."
They survive the car ride too, somehow. Despite Taylor's hand on her thigh making her squirm and the two other people in the car with them.
They barely make it through the door, but once they do they're on each other. Immediately. They don't even make it to the bed, Taylor's pressed up against the door. Mikah sinks to her knees, zero hesitation.
"Wow, in the doorway? Have some respect." Taylor jokes, running her hands through Mikah's hair. "I've got like three layers of tights on though. Might wanna get out of those."
"Why are you torturing me?" Mikah complains, leaning her head on Taylor's thigh.
"Hey, I'm not the one on my knees."
"Ugh, fuck you."
"Have at it," Taylor says, scrunching her nose as she hoists Mikah off the ground, letting her lead her to the bed, laying her down. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Could you get the zipper, maybe? I don't wanna like... damage it."
"Yeah, totally."
She reaches underneath her, unzipping the bodysuit as Mikah positions herself on top of her, hands on either side of her head, kissing her deeply.
"This is all I could think about while you were up on that stage, I'll have you know."
"Likewise."
Mikah slots her knee between Taylor's legs, making her writhe slightly.As if she read her mind, Taylor carefully slips off the bodysuit, leaving her in nothing but her tights.
"Oh, baby, you are soaked." Mikah smirks, gently laying a kiss on her thigh.
"Fuck," Taylor murmurs under her breath. Mikah teases her a little more, just making her squirm—payback for the car ride earlier—before gently lowering her tights, and plunging two fingers into her, thumbing at her clit every once and a while.
"Oh, fuck- I didn't think you were gonna- hands- fuck."
"I can stop if you want-"
"No, don't stop just – caught me off guard. S'fine, though. Keep going."
The tights come off all the way and Mikah grins, moving up to kiss her one more time getting to work. Taylor arches her back, covering her mouth with her arm in an attempt to muffle her cries.
"You like that, hmm?"
Taylor nods, gasping as Mikah goes a little deeper. "Fuck, fuck- Mikah, I'm close, I'm so-"
With one last inward thrust of her fingers, Taylor's unraveling, crying out, muffled by her elbow.
"That's it, I've got you." Mikah murmurs, letting her ride out the high before wiping her hands on the sheets and pulling herself up, lying next to Taylor. "Good girl," she whispers, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"Do you want me to...?"
Mikah shakes her head, "I'm okay, honestly. I mostly just wanted to get you off."
"Well, you succeeded," Taylor chuckles, "can you get me some clothes and some water? I'd do it myself but my legs aren't working."
"Yeah, of course." She returns moments later with some underwear, a t-shirt and a glass of water.
"Thank you," Taylor smiles, crinkling her nose. Taking a sip of water and slipping the clothes on.
Mikah pulls Taylor back into her arms once she lays down again, gently whispering "I love you so much," into her hair.
"God, it's so crazy to think that I'm here right now."
"Oh, yeah? Why's that."
"I don't know just...like, two months ago I was still practically living with my mom, not totally sure if I'd even be alive by the time tour started back up, and now I'm here, with you. It's all so fucking crazy."
Mikah just smiles, holding her tighter.
"I'm just so happy I- I wanna be this happy forever."
Maybe, if she believed in herself, she would be. But things never seem to work out that easily for her.
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well hello friends!! i'm gonna try to keep this brief but as many of you may know, i started this book a year ago today! crazy lmao. i don't really have much to say other than thank you for sticking around. trying not to get tooooo sappy as we've still got 4 chapters and a whole ass sequel of adventures left with these goobers. also i wrote this whole thing while watching glee. just thought i'd let you know not proofread vote/comment/etc love you alllll
