Our Invisible String (Complete Version)

18 (Travis Version)

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I laughed as Taylor stared at me from where she lay beneath my body, wearing nothing but that bra and panties set that was driving me insane. She knew it was; she could see how damn hard I was for her.

"Who trained me?" I repeated, and she nodded, biting down on a smile. "I just thought it might hurt if I did that." I flicked my gaze to where she'd placed my palm over her breast. Taylor just smiled, lifting her chin to kiss me again. She seemed delighted that I'd taken her body into consideration, but I was confused, because that was the bare fucking minimum.

"God I should have done this sooner." She almost moaned into my mouth as I kissed her back softly, brushing my tongue against her bottom lip. "I should have done this in that damn shower."

"Oh princess if only you know how hard it was for me not to grab you." I sighed, very, very gently rubbing my thumb over the point of her nipple poking through her bra. "And fuck you against the wall right there. I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you." Taylor whimpered as I moved my lips to her neck, attaching my lips to her skin and sucking, wanting to leave my mark. I didn't give a fuck who saw. This woman was mine

"We..." She huffed as she tugged at my hair, panting. "We should really take it slow."

"I know." I murmured, but neither of us stopped. "We should." Having sex not ten minutes after our first kiss probably wasn't the best thing to do, but I couldn't seem to tear myself away from her. Taylor groaned, taking my face and tugging it up so she had access to my lips again, peppering kisses against my mouth. "Slow." I mumbled. "Take it slow."

"Right." Taylor huffed, dropping her head back against the pillows as she gazed up at me, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. "Slow." She whispered.

We looked at each other, one of my hands brace by her head so that I wouldn't crush her, the other still resting against her bra. Her arms were tight around my neck, our legs tangled, heat exploding from every spot our bodies were pressed together. I couldn't believe I was suddenly here. This woman was having to hold herself back just like I was.

After a long moment, I shifted to lie down next to Taylor, extending an arm. She immediately turned into my embrace, resting her head against my bicep and smiling up at me as she put an arm over my waist. And god, the way she looked at me. No one had ever looked at me like that before and I wanted to remember it forever. She was everything to me.

Lifting a hand to her chin, I tucked my fingers underneath and pressed my lips to hers, addicted to the sweet taste of her. Taylor smiled as I kissed her, rubbing her hand gently up and down the side of my back. Butterflies erupted from where she touched me, her hand so soft and gentle. Like she cared.

"I think I liked you in high school." Taylor whispered a moment later. "But you pissed me off enough that I disregarded it."

"Well, I'll just have to make it all up to you princess." I murmured, and her cheeks flushed at the nickname I'd slipped into using.

"You already have." She told me, pairing her words with a kiss.

Taking it slow, we didn't escalate things any further. Taylor ducked into the bathroom with her breast pump while I started a fire, deciding I wouldn't go and see about it getting fixed, because I wanted her as close as I could, and she'd cuddle up in my arms if she was cold. Once I had the fire going, I sat down on the bed and lay back, staring up at the ceiling.

A few minutes later, Taylor came out of the bathroom and put her pump away before climbing onto the bed. I looked up at her as she crawled over to me, and she smiled mischievously before swinging a leg over to straddle my hips. My heart pounded as Taylor leaned down, placing her mouth against mine to kiss me, passion seeping from every motion. This was her, the real, raw her. I slipped my hands around her waist and pulled her close, sliding them down over her ass and squeezing gently.

"Slow." Taylor giggled against my lips.

"Hey you jumped on me." I pointed out, and she just giggled again.

We spent the rest of the evening just curled up with Taylor in my arms, the fire warming the cabin just enough. Hours ticked by as we talked, her fiddling with my fingers, me stroking her hair, just tiny gestures that we could finally express. It was the most incredible evening I had ever had, and I wished it could have lasted forever, but eventually it got late and we fell asleep.

When I woke up, Taylor was still fast asleep cuddled up against my chest. I automatically tightened my arms around her, glancing over the top of her head at the clock. Damn. We didn't even have time to spend the morning in bed.

"Princess." I whispered, ducking down to kiss her cheek.

"Mhmm." Taylor complained, shaking her head. "Nope." She mumbled, and I smiled.

"Yes." I rubbed her back. "Come on. We have jobs to do."

"Ugh, fine, I'm up." Her eyes open, lips pouting, but they melted into a smile when I kissed her lightly. "Okay." Taylor whispered, cheeks flushing.

We'd slept in a little so we had to rush to get dressed and get out to make sure the morning ran smoothly. As I got dressed, Taylor went into the bathroom, leaving the door open. When I looked up, I saw her picking up her hair straightener and immediately moved to follow her.

"Ah, no." I plucked it out of her hands.

"Hey!" She complained as I put it down. "I need that."

"No you don't princess." I slipped my hands around her waist from behind and kissed the curve of her neck. "You're so beautiful with your hair curly, and I know I used to tease you about it but if you pick up that straighter one more time, I'll throw it out the window. Understood?"

"Yes." Taylor whispered, blushing as our eyes met in the mirror. Slowly, she lifted her hands and tucked them around my arms, hugging me close as I ducked my face into her neck.

Taylor's jacket was still wet from our moment in the snow so I tucked mine around her shoulders, buttoning it up without a work. That only made her cheeks darken, and when she opened her mouth to protest and ask what I was going to wear, I just kissed her and went to grab the spare jacket I'd brought. Taylor smiled.

"Hey Miss Swift!" Cassandra giggled as she came over to where Taylor and I were standing once everyone was in the dining hall. "Look what I found!" She thrust something in the air, dangling it over our heads.

"Cassie, that's a stick." Taylor told her.

"No." Cassandra smiled. "It's mistletoe. You know the rules." She gestured to me, and I saw people turning to look. "Come on, rules are rules!" She wiggled the mistletoe above our heads.

Whistles and cheers started up from the students, urging us to kiss. I started to wonder if this was even allowed, and I was very glad that Harriet and Paul had left their students and both went to go and sort out something so that they weren't here to see this. Everyone watched as Cassandra lifted the mistletoe even higher, obviously not going to give up without a fight.

So I took a half step closer to Taylor, placing two fingers under her chin and leaning down to press a light kiss to her cheek. She went bright red as the students whistled louder, cheering and clapping as I dropped my hand and dared to wink at her.

"Give me that." Taylor snatched the mistletoe from Cassandra. "Go sit down."

The students settled almost immediately at the tone of her voice, but I could pick out the delight hidden in there. Taylor liked that she was mine, liked that I'd claimed her like this.

Then Harriet and Paul came back, telling us that the morning session had been postponed because the winds were too high and the instructors would let us know when the kids could go out.

"Great." Taylor sighed with a nod. "Well I'm going to use the bathroom, can you guys watch them for a minute?" The other two nodded, and Taylor gave me a pointed look before turning to go down towards the bathrooms. Catching the hint, I gave it a minute before I followed her.

She was waiting just around the corner and grabbed my hand the second I got close enough, tugging me down the end and into the accessibility stall. I shoved the door closed, turning on the blonde as she stuck the mistletoe she was still holding up in the air.

"You know the rules." Taylor whispered with a smile.