I Know Places (Taylor Swift Imagines) (GxG)

I HAVE A WIFE.

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You wake up in a strange, sterile white room you have no memory of being in. For a moment, you hear distorted voices from your right before the haze clears. You turn your head and see a blonde unfamiliar to you and another woman---a doctor, a dentist maybe---talking.

You catch snippets of their conversation but aren't able to make out the topic.

A second later, the blonde gives the doctor a smile, then turns to you.

"Come on, sweetie, let's go," she says, holding out a perfectly manicured hand.

You catch a glimpse of the writing, the tattoo on her wrist, your initials in sloping cursive.

"Who are you?" you ask, surprised by how scratchy and groggy your own voice sounds.

Taylor's face falls slightly. She was warned that the anaesthetic would make you feel a little loopy, but she had no idea you would forget who your own girlfriend is.

"I'm just here to take you home," she says gently, not wanting to startle you.

You nod, still feeling foggy but deciding to trust the kind stranger with the pretty eyes and the soft voice. Your limbs are heavy, and when you try to sit up, the world tilts alarmingly.

Taylor steadies you, slipping an arm around your waist as she helps you to your feet. "Easy, babe," she murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple out of habit.

You blink at her. "You're kissing me," you say, puzzled. Then, your eyes widen. "Oh no."

Taylor frowns. "Oh no?"

"My girlfriend is gonna get really mad when she sees you here," you whisper, as if letting her in on a terrible secret. "She's really pretty and really nice and---oh, she’s gonna kill me."

Taylor stares at you, momentarily at a loss. Then, her lips twitch like she’s fighting a smile. "I’m your girlfriend, baby."

Your eyes narrow suspiciously. "Nuh-uh. I have a girlfriend! I was gonna propose to her even." You sigh, dreamy and lovestruck. "She’s the best. I'm gonna marry her."

Taylor’s mouth drops open slightly, stunned into silence. She wasn’t expecting that.

But then, before she can even process it, you fumble for something in your pocket. Your fingers are clumsy, and it takes a few tries, but eventually, you pull out a tiny velvet box---the ring box.

Taylor’s breath catches.

You pop it open, gaze at the ring inside with dazed adoration, then look up at her. "See? I was gonna ask her to marry me." Your expression turns determined. "And I will. Just as soon as I find her."

Taylor swallows hard, emotion flooding her chest. She cups your face, brushing her thumb over your cheek. "Baby," she whispers, eyes bright. "You already found her."

You tilt your head, considering. Then, suddenly, your face lights up with realisation. "Oh my God! You know her?"

Taylor lets out a helpless laugh, shaking her head as she pulls you close. "Yeah, sweetheart," she says, pressing her lips to your forehead. "I know her."

The first thing you notice when you wake up is warmth. Soft sheets, the scent of something familiar---vanilla and a hint of Taylor's shampoo. You blink up at the ceiling, your mind clear now, no longer fogged by medication.

Then, you hear it.

A low, muffled hum. A faint hitch in breath.

You shift slightly, turning your head, and---oh.

Taylor is beside you, her back arched slightly, golden hair fanned out on the pillow, one hand gripping the sheets. The other is between her legs, her fingers wrapped around a small, vibrating device that’s currently making her thighs tremble.

Your breath catches.

She doesn't notice you're awake.

Her lips are parted, brows drawn together, her body winding tighter and tighter. And you just . . . watch.

Heat pools in your stomach, slow and spreading. You should say something. Should let her know you're awake.

But then she whimpers. Soft. Desperate.

And something inside you snaps.

You shift closer, slow and careful, waiting until the exact moment her body tenses, her breath catching in her throat---then you reach down, slipping your fingers inside her.

Taylor gasps, her eyes flying open.

"Baby---holy fucking s-shit, oh God!"

You hush her, curling your fingers just right, feeling the way she clenches around you. "Shh, sweetheart," you murmur, leaning in to kiss her jaw. "Let me take care of you."

She moans, her back arching, her free hand flying up to grip your wrist. "I---fuck, I didn't know you were---"

"Watching?" You smirk against her skin. "I was. You're so fucking gorgeous when you come, baby."

She whimpers, pressing her forehead against yours, her breath hot and uneven. "You---"

But whatever she was about to say gets swallowed by another moan as you thrust your fingers deeper, your thumb circling her clit in perfect time with the aftershocks of her first orgasm. She's still so sensitive, still trembling from the first wave of pleasure, and it doesn't take much to send her right back over.

This time, she cries out, her body curling into you as she comes again, wet and messy around your fingers.

You hold her through it, stroking her thigh, whispering sweet things against her flushed skin. And when she finally relaxes, panting, her body heavy and satisfied, you press a soft kiss to her lips.

"Good morning," you murmur, grinning.

Taylor lets out a breathless laugh, shaking her head. "Fuck. Do that again."