Kaylor Family One-Shots

Massage Time!

When Karlie gets home from work, the sky is a mesmerizing shade of blue and black and the stars are shining. Her dinner, which Taylor had left out in anticipation of the model being home when she was supposed to, had gone cold. With a sigh, she lets the leather strap of her bag slide off her shoulder, cringing at the volume of the thud as it hits the floor. "Babe?" She hears a groggy voice call out from the living room. A smile crawls slowly across Karlie's face and she places her keys on the counter, beginning to walk towards Taylor's voice. "Hey, I'm home." Karlie signals quietly, hesitant to be loud from her pounding headache and the apparent nap-state that Taylor was in. When she turns the corner, her heart melts at the sight. Taylor is wrapped in a bundle of blankets which are falling off of the singer's body as she sits up. Her hands ball into fists and rub at her eyes like a child, tiny noises and groans escaping Taylor's lips as she returns to alertness. Taylor looks up and gives Karlie a small grin. Her eyes flit over to the clock and then Taylor's smile falls. "Karlie, it's nearly midnight. Why are you home so late? Did something happen?"
"Nothing too serious, don't worry. The photographer showed up two hours late," Karlie grits out, her voice full of annoyance, "and so our shoot went three house past what it was supposed to when we factored in all of the mistakes and breaks." Taylor moves over and motions to the spot next to her for Karlie to sit. The model plops down in defeat. "You must be so tired," Taylor murmurs, rubbing a hand into Karlie's shoulder appreciatively. The models eyes flutter shut as Taylor's fingers unknowingly work into the knots in her shoulders. "Extremely... but can you keep doing that?" Karlie asks, her voice husky. "What? Massaging you?" Karlie nods and leans into Taylor's hand. "Here, babe, lay face down." Taylor quickly moves the blankets and pillows she had amassed off of the couch and lets Karlie stretch out. The model's long body is nearly as long as the couch. Taylor stretches a leg over Karlie's back and rests it in between the crook of the cushion and Karlie's side and settles her other leg the same way on the other side. She straddles Karlie's body, careful not to put too much weight on the model. She's glad that she's been working out more often or she wouldn't be able to hold this position for very long without collapsing. "Just hold still, I'm going to make you feel allll better." Taylor coos, craning forward until her palms rest on the bumps of Karlie's shoulder blades. The warm feeling of Taylor's hands is already making Karlie feel amazing.

Taylor began to work the pads of her fingers gently into the soft muscles of Karlie's back. She could feel the different levels of tenseness in different areas and focused on the places that felt the worst. Karlie sighed beneath her. Her muscles were aching and screaming from the day and this is exactly what she needed. "You know, you always know what to do, Taylor" Karlie says, voice slightly muffled by the pillow she was resting on. Taylor grins and carefully rolls her hands into the area where Karlie's neck and shoulder met. The model hummed in approval. "I try my best, my love" Taylor says affectionately. The singer swirled her fingers in circles, unravelling the knots that had embedded themselves in Karlie. She kept her pressure switching between gentle and hard. When Taylor thought that the kinks were out in Karlie's upper body, she dragged her fingertips lightly down the model's back, watching in satisfaction as goose bumps raised her skin. Karlie let out a light moan and both girls blushed. "Sorry... it just feels really... nice" Karlie mumbles, her eyes shut. She feels sleepy but as Taylor's hands drift lower she finds sleep distancing from her and her pulse heightening. "That's a good thing, Karlie, don't apologize." Taylor's thumbs dig gently into Karlie's hipbones and massage paths into the tense flesh there. Karlie twitches involuntarily at the sensation. Karlie was flush as Taylor finally reached her lower body. The singer gently pushes up the fabric of Karlie's shorts and traces the golden skin of Karlie's thighs. Again, Karlie shivers, eliciting a smirk from Taylor. "Are you getting turned on from this?" Taylor inquires playfully, aware of how fast Karlie's back was rising and falling as her hands massaged lower. Karlie hummed, "Maybe." Taylor's fingers danced along Karlie's inner thigh and rubbed into the quivering muscle there. Karlie's skin felt hot as Taylor dispersed the tension in her thighs. The older girl's hands gripped Karlie's thighs and dragged her hands down the model's legs, stopping at her knees, and then made her way back up. Taylor just barely let her fingers brush against the fabric of Karlie's underwear and the girl let out another groan and pushed her hips up into the older woman, desperate for any sort of friction. "God, Karlie," Taylor let out with a laugh as she was rocked forward. "Sorry, sorry, I'm just..."
"I know." Taylor leaned forward and kissed the skin on Karlie's exposed shoulder. The model smiled into the pillow and turned her neck to kiss Taylor lightly. Karlie shifted on the couch and rolled her body carefully until she was laying on her back, facing up at Taylor as the singer straddled her hips. "Do you want to take this to the bedroom?" Karlie asked in a breathless voice, rubbing her fingers over Taylor's knuckles. The blonde blushed and nodded, climbing off of Karlie's body quickly. Karlie lurched forward as she got up, holding onto Taylor's hand for support, and excitedly walked with Taylor up the stairs because they both knew how this night was going to end.