A/N: MATURE CONTENT!!!
This song has nothing to do with the story, it's just the song I imagined Taylor listening to. Also, shoutout to tumblr user sweatersandhairdye for helping me out with the french stuff!
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This is boring. Karlie's getting boring.
That's the only thought running inside the blue eyed girl's head as she gazes her bedroom ceiling, her back lying on the bed.
It's like she's not even here.
If it wasn't for Karlie's muffled voice comming from downstairs as she talked on the phone, Taylor would think she's alone in that apartment. She puts on her earphones and plays the first song that comes on shuffle trying to distract herself.
Am I being selfish for wanting a bit of attention?
She bumps her feet that's hanging off the bed's side, growing impatient as the minutes pass.
Thud, thud, thud, thud...
Over the last few weeks Karlie's schedule was getting tighter than ever and it was becomig increasingly difficult for the singer to see her girlfriend, even on weekends. And when they finally were able to spent time together, it was always like this: Karlie with her hands glued on that phone and Taylor doing any random stuff as she waited for the model to come back to her.
We don't have sex it's been what, two weeks? Three???
THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD...
I have needs...
The sound of her feet on the bed's wood side was getting louder as she sighed heavily. Her hand uncounsciously moved to her tank top, slightly lifting its brim and resting on her lower stomach. Her hand starts to travel over her body after a couple seconds, caressing her front.
Damn, I'm so horny!
She quickly removes her hand, only to her agony when after no more than ten seconds the same hand moves back to the waistband of her shorts. Taylor clenches her fists before her hands could go any further under her clothes.
Karlie better be really busy, the singer thinks as she takes off her earphones and abruptly gets up before making her way to the door.
"... sûrement... "
The voice gets clearer as she climbs down the stairs.
"Je vais m'assurer de t'envoyer les photos demain."
Je- what?
"Oui, oui..."
She's not doing this. She's not speaking French!
"Bien sûr, on peut se rencontrer des que je suis là."
Taylor enters the living room, finally being able to see the girl standing near the TV with the phone clutched against her ear. The singer sits on the couch and stretches her legs watching Karlie talk. She can recognize a few words, having traveled practically all over Europe and making the effort to learn some sentences to please her fans, but that was it. She doesn't have a clue what her girlfriend is saying, but by her voice tone it's definitely business related.
"Qu'est-ce que vous en dites?" Karlie raises her voice with a uneasy expression.
Taylor's mouth is starting to literally water at the sight of her girlfriend. Karlie's wearing a simple black sweater borrowed from the singer with plaid shorts. Her right hand is clutching the phone while her left one runs through her blond hair in a nervous way with a bored face as she hears the person on the line. When she lifts her hand one more time to untangle her already untangled locks, Taylor can see part of her abs under the sweater. She feels blessed.
