Taylor Eras Stories

Enervated, Enclosed, Exultation - Red/Evermore (Fluff/Smut)

new title theme. old ones will get changed in due time. 

!Canon!

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 A ripple sigh from the front door when it was opened; Red capturing sultry summer air in throat - groan. Her steps were slow; solemn - hallway never ending: eyes almost strabismus with the way she rammed herself into shelves, pictures, end tables; hips and thighs reminding every second.

Stairs.

Red searched up and found her body not complying when trying to swing a foot up; thus standing at the bottom waiting for the inevitable of maybe if she lingered longer she would appear in her room: affable sheets pending ache.

Unsuccessful.

Extensive whine and Red ultimately decided to turn around - different corridor.

Neutral brown door: fibers of a brush never kissed. Crisp, clean, conspicuous - an antithetical waiting upon other side.

Unsealed.

Summer was no more when entering upon autumn: tepid spices, damp soil, wood smoke - aromas trancing Red invariably.

"Good evening, my rose."

"Hi." It was more of a disgruntled murmur when Red launched herself on the bed; body slowly trekking down from the (un)ability of keeping herself up - pet name never off the tongue from her usual response when own was given; face flat.

"That bad?" Evermore flipped pages of a book; licking thumb before placing it on top.

Twist around.

"Promise me we'll never get old."

"That is theoretically impossible, we're getting older by every moment as long as time expands further."

Book gone.

"Unless you have a way to stop the theory of time?"

Red laughed, "no but I'm sure you'd figure out some way to do it if I asked."

Vulnerability.

"Hmm."

Only her.

"I suppose if you did wish I would dedicate my life to finding the impossible," Evermore scooted her way up to the edge of the bed; watching the other plop down on the floor when ache finally succumbed, "even if I know it would be pointless."

Only to each other.

"I'm worth the impossible pointless?" Red looked up, small grin; sleepy eyes.

"It would be a waste of my intelligence and ethics but for you,"

shown flaws(less),

"of course."

Red responded; chuckle.

"Do you need something for your pain?"

Pampered kisses, small moans.

"Bath?"

Yawn.

"Tired, need clean... standing shower...no."

Evermore gave a final one on her cheek, "I'll be back."

It took her exactly three minutes until she came back to find Red in the same position; this time sound in a slumber - body upright with frame down: no doubt a strained neck if left any longer.