AN NSFW NSFW NSFW. Something to get you ready for that chapter in Lust For Blue. Wink wink.
One Shot Plot: Karlie and Taylor get into a fight which ends in apology sex.
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Karlie's POV
She left her apartment in a rage. She hasn't answered any of my texts, even though she has clearly viewed them. None of my worried calls have been returned. Her interviews ended about an hour ago. Part of me wants to go out and find her but she could be home at any minute. I could leave and she'd be back minutes later. Who knows where she could be right now.
The fight was stupid. I had told her that she works too hard and she completely turned it around on me saying that I didn't care about how important her job is. Obviously that is no where near true. I know Taylor's job is important and special to her. But sometimes she over works herself. There are points in her career where she needs to sit back and take a look at everything she's doing instead of diving into it all at once. That's what Taylor does. Yes, multi tasking is a good quality to have in her occupation, but sometimes she just gets a little too crazy with it. I mean, today she had the choice of doing one interview today and the other eleven during the rest of the week. Or all twelve of them together, which I thought was an insane idea! What did she choose? All twelve. It's just things like that. She needs to relax.
The doorbell rings.
"Karlie? I forgot my key, let me in", a very disgruntled tone calls from behind the door.
"Coming", I call and answer the door for her.
She walks right passed me, ignoring the question of how her day was. I awkwardly stand by the doorway and sigh to myself, locking it up once more. Taylor has left for her bedroom to change out of her grey suit. I wonder if I should leave for mine in case she wants to be in the living room by herself to further cool off. I decide to boil the kettle and make some coffee for her before I go, trying to be a good girlfriend and all. Setting down the mug on the coffee table in the den, I turn to leave and I'm greeted by Taylor; dressed in blue track shorts and a long black T-shirt.
"Hey, um, I made you some-"
"I'm gonna play some Call Of Duty, don't talk to me", Taylor mumbles, crossing her legs in front of the TV and turning on her headset.
I bite my lip, "Okay, um-"
"Ugh, what did I just say?", Taylor groans, glancing at me for the first time since our argument. And her blue eyes are filled with hate.
"I heard what you said", I say, raising my arms in defence. I turn on heel and leave the room.
After twenty minutes of sulking in my bed reading Vogue, I hear Taylor hook up with Cara down the hall.
"Yeah, we're fighting. Can't help it, can I?", Taylor says. I can hear her smiling as she thumbs away with her controller.
"Mmm, get ready for apology pressies. Flowers and chocolates all round!", Cara's coos in a giggly tone.
Taylor's loud laugh rings out for a moment, "Please, we're probably just going to sit it out until one of us starts talking to the other again"
I furrow my brow in frustration. I try to think about ways to resolve this argument without it looking like I was in the wrong this whole time. Taylor's reaction to what I had to say earlier was completely exaggerated and unnecessary. No, I'm going to make her come to me.
