No Way Back (a Taylor Hawkins fan fiction)

Chapter 8 - Chaos & Desire

The first sensation Genevieve felt when she began to stir from sleep was warmth. One of her arms was around someone, her other pressed against a chest, her legs intertwined with another's, her face resting against the crook of a neck. Sensations it seemed like ages since she had felt.
Taylor, she thought, memories of the night flooding back to her. She slid her head back on the pillow and opened her eyes. There he was - tangible, warm and beautiful, one arm wrapped around her waist. A smile played on her lips as she took it all in. The California sun was filtering in through sheer curtains, a breeze blowing across the bed. She softly slid her hand up to his face, brushing some errant strands of hair out of the way. Celebrity status, past hurt and over-analysis aside, there was a man next to her who was kind, generous, sexy, and made her feel beautiful and desired. She pressed her lips to his as he slept, and traced his bicep with her fingers. He stirred, squinted and opened his eyes. Those eyes.

"Taylor?" she whispered as his fingers mimicked hers, tracing patterns on her skin.

"Mmhmm?" he responded.

"I'm not scared anymore."

He squinted at her, trying to read her expression with sleep-filled eyes.
"Are you sure?"

"Don't." She put a finger to his lips, smiling, cozying up against his chest, and kissing his neck. She felt his body respond to her, and pressed herself tighter against him, her mouth moving back up to connect with his. His hand moved across her cheek, through her hair and cupped the back of her head, pulling her into the kiss. She slid her free arm under his side and wrapped both around his back, fingertips pressing into his warm skin. He rolled on top of her, one leg between hers, propping himself up on one elbow, his other hand slipping under the thin T-shirt she had worn to bed, gently cupping one firm breast. A small moan escaped her lips and a shiver ran through her as she felt her nipples stiffen under his touch. She ran her hands down his chest, and across his protruding hip bones (in her opinion, hip bones were one of the sexiest features on a man) and her own hips instinctively lifted off the bed. He pulled at her T-shirt and she lifted her arms to allow him to peel it off of her.

"Fuck," Taylor exhaled sharply, taking in her nearly naked body. She had perfect breasts. They rose and fell with her quickened breathing and he lowered himself to kiss them, his fingers finding the waistband of her panties and gently tugging down as she wiggled her way out of them. His hair hung in his face as he looked down at her. She looked away quickly avoiding his intense gaze.
"Hey," he whispered. She looked at him, anxiety in her green eyes. He sensed her vulnerability and felt a tightness in his chest he hadn't experienced in years. "Genevieve..."

He couldn't find the words so he kissed her instead, his tongue expressing what his current vocabulary would not.

Gen's heart was racing in her chest. Her mouth melted into his as she pulled off the only item of clothing separating them. This was it. There was nothing left, just skin against skin, mouth against mouth, tongues and fingers tangling and intertwining, the chaos and desire of two people hungry for each other. After reaching into a bedside table for proper precautions, Taylor placed himself between her soft thighs, kissing her throat, her cheeks, her eyelids.

"Please... Taylor." She breathed, eyes once anxious, now pleading. He paused a moment, reveling in the effect he seemed to be having on her, then happily obliged, guiding himself inside her with a gentle thrust. They moaned in stereo at the delicious new sensations and Gen's nails dug into Taylor's back as he moved above her. She stretched her neck off the pillow to meet his lips, moaning into his mouth as she kissed him fiercely.

"Fuck, Gen," Taylor moaned, slowing his pace. "I don't think I can last very long... this is too fucking good."

She could see him struggling to keep it together as much as she was. Her legs twitching as her pelvis rose to meet his thrusts.