More than Friends

Nineteen

"Karlie?" The shock in Taylor's voice is evident, the model grinning sheepishly at the girl she wants back. "What're you doing here?"

"I'm sorry Tay. For leaving. For the pictures. For not believing you." Taylor doesn't say a thing, just staring at the blonde in front of her, disbelief pouring out of her body. "Oh and these are for you." Karlie hands her the flowers, wondering if Taylor might let her inside the door.

"Karlie... I. Why did you go? I needed you and you had gone. I was broken and you had left." It seems as if Taylor is about to go on a rant, the blonde model letting her continue  thinking it will be a good idea to let the singer vent her anger, hopefully not doing it too harshly. "He hurt me and you left Karlie. I did nothing and all I got was a cold wall of hatred, that's not fair and I, I...I was devastated and this last twenty four hours have been hell because I missed you, I needed you to be here and comfort me but you'd left. And I don't know if I can take you back because I'm scared you'll leave again."

"Tay, babe," the model tries to interrupt, without success as the shorter girl continues speaking.

"How can I trust you when you left without giving me a chance to explain? After all that happened the night before. I remembered Karls, but I'm hurt..." Taylor doesn't get a chance to continue as she's shutup by the models soft lips on hers, pushing her backwards into the apartment. Met with no resistance, Karlie deepens the kiss, parting the upset girls lips apart and snaking her tongue inside, an action that's appreciated by the sound of the weak moan that escapes Taylor's mouth.

It's as Karlie starts to move her hand up the well toned stomach of the singer that she's stopped, the short haired girl pushing the model away and straightening her top, tears leaking from her blue eyes. "I'm sorry, it's yesterday, it keeps coming back."

"Ssh babe, it's okay, we don't have to take anything anywhere," Karlie comforts, sliding her long arms around the singer and leading her to the front room, the two of them collapsing on the sofa easily.

"Who even said you could stay?" Taylor questions, her face turning faux serious, "you don't even know if I want you, let alone if we can take anything further."

"I don't think you'd have let me do this if you didn't want me." The model isn't letting the shorter blonde say no, cupping her face softly and giving her an open lipped kiss, the singer taking advantage of this and slipping her tongue inside Karlie's mouth, rolling her over so she's on top, the one in control. Taylor feels she can do it that way. The lankier of the two obliges, letting Taylor have her way as an apology for the last twenty four hours. Hands are everywhere, the singer massaging the models shiny abs before sneaking upwards and tracing the bottom of her bra, a small purr of pleasure escaping Karlie's mouth. She goes to do the same to Taylor, only earning a slap, their kiss stopping in punishment.

"Don't touch me Kloss," Taylor smirks, seeing the annoyance that flashes across the models face, "Or you won't get anything." Lowering back down, Taylor proceeds to nibble Karlie's ear, moving to her jawline and then chest. It's not possible to get any further without the next step taking place, the singer whipping her possibly more than friends top off with no resistant, the kisses trailing to the models breasts, a cheeky nibble of her nipple eliciting a mix between a sigh and moan from Karlie.

"Damn it Swift," the taller girl breathes. Her hands are itching to explore Taylor's body, the urge she's feeling is scary.

"Don't talk unless I say," Taylor commands. She's hot when she's in control, Karlie thinks, doing as she's told and enjoying what Taylor is doing to her. The kisses soon stop as the short haired girl moves to Karlie's jeans, from her Express Jeans campaign, dragging them down her legs at agonisingly slowly, not helped by the length of her pins. All Karlie wants is to be nude in front of the singer, for the singer to have control over her body.

When the jeans are finally discarded, messing up the clean appearance of Taylor's front room, the singer runs her hands up the models inner thighs, tweaking her panties, lace today much to Taylor's delight, an uncontrolled moan of lust creeping from Karlie's mouth. The singer is so close to giving Karlie what she wants, pecking kisses up her thighs whilst hooking her nimble fingers around the models pants, watching for a reaction. She gets one, Karlie closing her eyes in happiness and sighing. From there it gets heated, the model struggling out of her panties with aid from Taylor, almost crying for the blonde to start yet clamping her mouth shut so it will come quicker.

Taylor takes her time, massaging the younger girls clit and smirking as she sees those intense green eyes disappear behind Karlie eyelids, "Open your eyes sunshine," the singer instructs. The model nods weakly, whimpering in pleasure, the green orbs Taylor has grown to adore reappearing. Taylor can now continue, dragging her tongue up Karlie's inner thighs, darting in and out, her tongue coated in a delicious wetness, the model letting out a frustrated groan as she was so close to getting what she desires. "Did you like that?" The singer questions. Another weak nod from the younger blonde. "How about this?" Two fingers go in, knocking breath out of the model, a moan of ecstasy rolling out of her mouth.

"Taylor. Oh... F...."

"Shut up sunshine," Taylor demands, giving one final thrust before pulling out, her fingers coated in Karlie's wetness, the mess soon gone as the singer pops her fingers in her mouth, sucking the taste of the girl she'd been crying over yesterday. And damn, does she taste fine.

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