So do you love me? Taylor York Fanfic

• Chapter 37 •

"Taylor, no."

"Why?" He whines, pouting at me with his thick brows furrowed. I roll my eyes and put my focus back on the tv, ignoring his childish question. I watch a huge mass of zombies attack their base and bite my lip in anxiousness.

For the past hour, I have been trying to watch The Walking Dead as I need to catch up but Taylor's been distracting me. Several times, Taylor has gotten too close to me and has nearly made a move before I have stopped him with a simple smack on the head.

I think that we can carry this on back home, don't you think? His voice rings in my ears. I don't want to hear those words that he said earlier as I have a feeling something may happen if we do continue. That something makes me uncomfortable to just imagine.

Oh, but you want to, Wednesday. The way you looked at him today must've meant something; drooling over a man isn't seen as a friendly greeting, is it now?

"Wow, and you're not even watching it."

"I am. I just zoned out."

The next thing I know, Taylor's taken the remote from my hand and has switched the tv off. I stare at the black screen, startled, but soon I find my words and start cursing at him. I lean over him to retrieve the remote and he simply moves it further out of my reach. Huffing, I fall back against the arm rest and watch the sun set, attempting to do anything other than give him my attention.

I feel the couch sink beside me, a clear sign that Taylor's moved to sit nearer, but I don't glance his way. The sun setting is far more interesting than another round of bickering, in my opinion.

The golden rays caress the white couch, painting it in a beautiful array of yellows and slight oranges, reminding me of The Kiss by Gustav Klimt. I let my eyes follow the light across the furniture, the hues dancing across the fabric, until I reach a solid black - Taylor's leg. I'm about to turn away when Taylor holds my chin, his fingers as soft as silk, tenderly stroking my skin with his thumb.

My eyes flutter closed as my body renders itself useless in any resistance to his actions. I feel my body relax against the back of the couch whilst his fingers wander down to my jaw, making sure to brush my sensitive spot, my arms prickling with goosebumps. His lips soon join the symphony of flames and tingles his touch induces, he's even able to obtain a subdued whimper with the use of his teeth that skim my neck.

"You're not resisting me, now, are you, Dimples?"

"Fuck you, York." I mutter, mustering as much hatred as I can, but it comes out gentle, almost affectionate - which is the complete opposite of what I wanted. He chuckles darkly against my collar bone, baring his teeth against the sensitive area. My fingers dig into the cushion with force, so much that my knuckles are bound to be white.

"You know what, Wednesday? I would love you to fuck me."

I'm about to protest when he shuts me up with one hell of a passionate kiss. His lips envelop mine with pure fire and lust as I let my hands trace the muscles in his shoulders, his skin hot under my cold touch, and I become even more fuelled by his hunger for me.

I feel him bring his hands down to my hips where he brings me onto his lap, my legs locking round his waist. It's as though he has me wrapped round his finger, like a puppet controlled by a puppeteer, like the earth orbiting the sun.

With nothing but a large, white tee on, my legs are fully exposed and Taylor seems to notice that as his hand slowly inches up to my upper thigh, squeezing lightly. Our kiss becomes more intense, and so does our teasing. Taylor tugs my bottom lip with his teeth and he grins when I moan against his mouth. Though, I'm the one smiling when I'm able to make him groan by sucking his lip.