I Know Places (Taylor Swift Imagines) (GxG)

You Keep Me Up at Night

Taylor sighs to herself as she collapses onto her bed. It's been a long day, one made even longer by the constant thought of you drifting into her head. She can't seem to keep you out of it, and she's starting to think she should charge you for rent for living in her head.

She chuckles to herself at her own joke before starting to pluck at the buttons of her blouse, still thinking about you. Your smile, your eyes, your face, your everything.

She pauses, her fingers lingering on the last button, as a wave of warmth rushes over her. It's almost embarrassing how much she thinks about you, but she can't help it. You're like a magnet, pulling her thoughts back to you no matter how hard she tries to focus on anything else.

Taylor finally finishes unbuttoning her blouse, slipping it off and tossing it aside. She lies back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, her mind still filled with images of you. The way you laugh when something catches you off guard, the way your voice softens when you speak to her--it all plays on a loop in her head.

With a sigh, she reaches for her phone on the nightstand. She knows she shouldn't, but she scrolls through her messages anyway, searching for the last conversation you two had. Her heart skips a beat when she sees your name, her thumb hovering over the screen, debating whether to text you.

But what would she say? That she can't stop thinking about you? That she feels this pull toward you, something she can't explain but also doesn't want to resist? It's too much, too soon, and she knows it. So, she locks her phone and sets it back down.

Instead, she lets herself imagine what it would be like if you were there with her, lying beside her. She can almost feel your warmth, hear your breath in the quiet of the room. It's comforting, the thought of you close, and she lets herself sink into it.

But as the minutes tick by, that comfort starts to twist into something more--something deeper, more intense. She feels a pang of longing, sharp and undeniable, and it surprises her with its strength. It's almost overwhelming, this desire to be near you, to feel your touch, to know you're thinking of her as much as she's thinking of you.

Before she knows it, her hand is trailing down her body, from the restrictive cloth of her bra to the waistband of her jeans, she scratches at her own skin.

She swallows as she reaches the button of her jeans, and, agonisingly slowly, she unbuttons it.

As the button comes undone, she lets out a soft breath, her heart racing slightly at the simple act. She continues to unfasten her jeans, the zipper sliding down with a gentle hiss. Once they're open, she pauses, her fingers hovering over the waistband of her panties.

Slowly, she pushes her jeans down her legs, leaning on the bed for support. Her clothes pool at her feet, leaving her in only her underwear and bra. Her skin tingles, exposed and vulnerable, as she kicks her clothes aside and sits back down on her bed.

Taylor takes a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. She stands up, crossing the room to close the door and draw the curtains. The room is bathed in a soft, gentle darkness.

She walks back over to her bed, sitting down on the edge. She hesitates for a moment, before reaching behind her back and unclipping her bra.

With a soft sigh, she lets her bra fall off, and she lies down on the bed. Her breath is shallow as she reaches up to her panties, slowly pushing them down her legs.

Once they're off, she discards them to the side and lies back down, her eyes fluttering closed as she feels the sheets against her bare skin.

She reaches down to touch herself, her fingers tracing the lines of her thigh before moving upwards. She sighs softly as she finds herself wet, her fingers dipping into her folds.