Chemistry Laylor Fanfiction

Confused

*Laura's POV*

We arrived at the after party, after getting all of our hair and makeup done. Taylor was wearing a beautiful white, glittery dress that rested tight about her knees. The dress she wore had an open back and an open slit down her front. She looked amazing! I on the other hand kept it more casual and I wore a black pair of dress pants, with a white tank top underneath my black blazer. We all sat down and ordered drinks until all of us could hardly stand up. Taylor was a lightweight so she only had two mixed drinks and she was pretty wasted. It was midnight and we arrived at around 8. So we all have been chatting and drinking for four hours! You could tell Natasha was wasted because she kept trying to hit on me.

"Hey Pre, you should give me your number!" Tash wraps her arm around me slurring her words.

"Tash...you have my number, because we are friends, and only friends." I chuckle.

Taylor nudges me and says shes feeling pretty drunk and needs to stop drinking before she gets sick. I rub her back and tell her we will go get a hotel.

"Alright guys, this was a really fun night. Me and Taylor are going to get a hotel and stay the night before driving back to the studio for tomorrows shooting." I hug all our co-stars before we leave to catch a cab, I parked my car because I knew we would be too drunk to drive.

"Hey Prepon! Why can Taylor go home with you but I can't!" Natasha is way to drunk.

I just laugh it off and Taylor and I wait for our cab.

We finally reach the hotel we wanted to stay at and they only had one bed, one bath suites left. I asked Taylor if she was okay with sharing a bed and she nodded and smiled.We headed up to our room and it was pretty nice, it had a great view.Taylor and I set our bags down and we turned on some music.

"You okay kid?" I was worried she was going to throw up.

"Wanna know a secret?" Taylor had the biggest smirk on her face.

"Sure." I said, and she chuckled.

"I'm not actually wasted, tipsy...but not wasted." She smiled

I was confused at why Taylor was acting so drunk if she actually wasn't.

"Why did you need to leave then?"We were staring at each other.

"I don't know. I kinda just wanted to spend some time with you. Actual time." I had the biggest smile on my face when she said this.

I've never thought of myself as a person who loves based on gender. Although I have never been with a women before. Taylor and I had a weird spark, that even I didn't understand. I always wanted to know what her thoughts on me were but I have never had the balls to ask.

I always felt some type of sexual tension between me and Taylor, but I identify as straight and I could be confusing good friendship with a certain passionate chemistry.

"Alright girl, maybe we can catch up after filming tomorrow?" I was all flustered.

Taylor jumped in excitement at that idea and said we should put on a movie in the bedroom and get some sleep. I agreed, forgetting the fact that we had to share a bed tonight.

We entered the room and Taylor starts taking her dress off. Slowly and seductively she removes her arms from the dress and slides it down her toned body. I have no idea why,but I can't stop staring...I have to force myself to look away as I leave to go to the bathroom and change into my pajamas. When I come out of the bathroom, Taylor is laying on the bed in just a bra and underwear. I am eyeing her up and down without even considering that she knows I'm staring.

"You going to come lay down, or just stand there?" She can tell I'm looking.

I walk over to the bed and lay down. A couple minutes pass, it's silent.

I feel Taylor's hand grab mine, and she slowly rubs her soft hands up and down my arm. I'm very confused on why she is doing it but I'm not complaining. I feel her body shuffle,and turn towards me so now we're face to face. Her hand rests on the side of my face as she leans in and kisses me gently. Our lips collide and the kiss becomes stronger and more rough as the seconds pass. I pull away and ask her what this means. All she says is "I've been waiting for too long. I want you, right here, right now."

She climbs on top of me, and starts kissing my neck. Her hot breath against my skin is turning me on so much. The way her body is moving on my hips with every kiss she places along my collar bone. I can feel my breathing become more and more heavy as she inches her way down my body. I let out a soft moan.Taylor's hands are around the waist band of my black shorts, she slowly pulls them off my legs, and throws them off to the side. I am now in a tank top and underwear.  I feel her start to slide off my lacy underwear with her teeth, and I cry out her name. I'm now naked from the waist down and Taylor lifts my leg so it is placed over her shoulder giving her more room to enter me. I watch her as her tongue flattens and presses on my extremely sensitive bundle of nerves. My hands are searching for something to hold onto to collect myself from all the amazing feelings. Taylor continues to lick and swipe her tongue up and down my wet sex. Lapping up everything spilling out of it. I can feel my body start to jolt and my stomach start to flutter.

"Oh God....Taylor...Fuck!" I moan.

*Beep beep...Beep beep....beep beep* My alarm wakes me up.

I wake up breathing heavily and feeling tense. I look over and see Taylor sound asleep. I must have fallen asleep faster than I anticipated. That dream felt so real. I felt so weird that I would dream about Taylor like that. But oddly enough a part of me wishes it wasn't a dream...But I snap out of thinking about that. I try to pretend that dream never happened. I don't ever want to speak of it, or let Taylor know what I just dreamed of because she would be so freaked out. I can't believe that just happened.

I decide to wake Taylor up because we have a long trip back to the studio. I touch her arm and shake her lightly.

"Tay? Taylor...Taylor, c'mon we got to get ready. Lets go sleeping beauty."

She makes a little sound, notifying me she doesn't want to move out of the warm comfy bed.

I left her in bed while I packed all of our stuff back up, cleaned up the hotel, and made sure we had everything. I made her a coffee. And went back over to try to wake her for the second time this morning. She wasn't morning person, she was cute nonetheless.

Fuck...Why am I thinking Taylor is cute? Why am I having erotic dreams about Taylor? Why is this happening?

Taylor rolled over and looked at me with her morning eyes. I handed her the coffee (just the way she likes it). She said thank you and sat up on the edge of the bed, staring at me.

"What?" I blushed, and chuckled.

"I don't know...I just like spending time with you." She smiled.

Taylor and I had to leave now if we were going to make it on time to shoot our scene together. We both grabbed our bags and headed out the door. We had to walk back to the bar to pick up my car.

Hope whoever reads enjoys! Lots of chapters coming up!