Taylor walked into the safe house, her eyes darting around the unfamiliar surroundings. The lingering adrenaline from the night's events made it hard for her to relax. Quin moved with purpose, double-checking each room to ensure everything was secure. The singer appreciated her bodyguard's thoroughness, but the anxiety still gnawed at her.
Once the brunette finished her security sweep, Taylor settled on the couch, hugging the heavy leather jacket close to her. The scent of mango offered some comfort, but sleep eluded her in the strange environment. She slouched on the couch, exhausted but wide awake.
Quin re-entered the living room and paused, seeing the blonde's slumped figure. She hesitated, then turned to the kitchen. She remembered how Andrea always made tea to calm her daughter. With a quiet determination, she headed to the kitchen. Hoping to offer some comfort, she prepared a cup of tea, the familiarity of the ritual bringing her some peace as well.
The stoic woman returned to the living room, holding the steaming mug. She offered it to Taylor with an awkward but genuine smile. "Here, thought you might like some tea."
The singer looked up, her blue eyes tired and grateful, meeting sharp green eyes. She gently took the mug, her fingers brushing against Quincy's calloused hands. For the first time, she noticed how big the brunette's hands were, calloused from her time in the military handling weapons and braving rough terrains. The touch brought a sense of security, but also a rush of emotions she struggled to contain. The realisation of just how much Quin must have been through to jump head first into danger and how she was in danger made her eyes well up with tears.
Seeing Taylor's tears, the taller woman felt a pang of concern. Unsure how to offer comfort but determined to try, she sat on the coffee table in front of Taylor, her posture awkward yet earnest. "Do you want me to call your mom?" She asked softly.
Taylor hesitated, her eyes misty. She didn't want to burden her mother with her fears but felt too overwhelmed to speak. Quincy, sensing her need for support, took the initiative and dialled Andrea's number, then handed the phone to the blonde before quietly leaving the room to give her privacy.
A few moments later, Andrea's calming voice came through the speaker. "Quin? Is everything okay?"
"It's me," is all the shaken woman managed.
"Hey, honey." Her voice softened, maternal instincts kicking in, "what's going on?"
Taylor clutched the phone, her voice trembling. "Mom," she breathed out, "it's been a rough night."
The older Swift's voice was soothing. "I heard, honey. Quin told me. Just breathe, okay? You're safe now. Quin is there with you, and she'll make sure nothing happens to you."
"I know, Mom," the singer nodded, tears spilling over. "It's just... I can't shake the feeling."
"That's understandable, honey. It's been a tough night." Her voice was soothing, effectively easing her daughter's nerves. "But you're strong, and you have good people around you. Talk to her. Distract yourself a bit."
Blue eyes glanced at the broad shouldered woman, who was watching her with concern. "Okay, Mom. I'll try."
After a few more minutes of reassurances, she ended the call, feeling slightly calmer. The blonde noticed Quin standing perfectly straight by the door, always alert, which made starting the conversation a bit intimidating.
"Thanks for calling her." Was the first thing that came to mind.
The brunette nodded. "Of course, anything to help."
Taylor took a deep breath, remembering her mother's suggestion. "Quincy, can we talk?" She asked tentatively. The brunette nodded and waited patiently for her to continue. "Please, sit down." She motioned to the couch.
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Guarding Her Heart | t.swift
Fanfiction[]Author Note, this book is being edited; - Chapter marked with ☑️ is being edited - Chapters marked with ✒️ are finished with editing[] ||''No one's ever had me, not like you''|| Quincy was no stranger to pain, love, loss, and death. And she was...
