Getting Swept Away

A Bet

A/N: So this is when this series gets the Mature rating it was always destined to have. If that's an issue skip this bit. There'll be fluff chapters in the story as well. Thank you to Bridget for proofreading this!

Where is she? Karlie glanced at the clock on her car radio again. Taylor was meant to come out and meet her almost 15 minutes ago, and she was never late. If anything, she was usually early. On more than one occasion Karlie had heard Taylor pacing for a few minutes outside her office until it was time for her scheduled appointment. She'd have let her in but she liked the idea of Taylor being eager for her and then made to wait. For the five minutes or so she spent pacing to feel like hours.

Karlie had never been left waiting. Not for Taylor, or any other woman for that matter, and not in some time. Looking down at her lap, she debated whether to head into the bar. She had intended Taylor to know what to expect from tonight once she entered the car and there was way to pretend the bulge under the jeans was anything else. Karlie untucked her shirt and bit her lip as she continued looking down. With her shirt untucked and the dim lighting of the bar, she'd probably just get away with it. She knew this wasn't a college bar and the only students likely to be in there were Taylor and maybe Cara.

Walking inside and taking a moment to adjust to the smell of smoke, she glanced around the room. Spotting Ed and then Cara next to him, she followed their line of sight and finally spotted Taylor at a pool table. Seeing Taylor was mid game, she made her way over to the bar and ordered a drink, making sure to sit where she could watch. She could tell Taylor was new to the game, her stance was off and her movements lacked the easiness that came from practice or maybe that was just her natural clumsiness coming through. Sipping at her drink, she frowned as she watched the guy Taylor was playing with stare at Taylor as she played. He wasn't even pretending he wasn't staring at her ass or trying to look down her top and Karlie felt that possessive feeling she often got with the younger woman spread through her chest.

Just as she finished her drink, the game ended. Seeing Taylor start to rack the balls again, she debated between interrupting and continuing to watch her play. Seeing one of his friends walk over and the guy start to pull cash out of his wallet and Taylor start to do the same made the decision for her. She wasn't going to let him use Taylor for an easy bet.

"Sorry to interrupt but I was promised the next game." Karlie said as she walked over. Taylor turned around and smiled widely at her.

Taylor turned to the guy and gave him a much smaller smiler, "Sorry, I did promise her the next game. Next time?"

He reluctantly nodded and walked back to his friends. She swore she could hear one of them say something about him not getting Taylor's number and felt that feeling flare in her chest again.

"Sorry for making you wait." Taylor broke into her thoughts, bringing her attention back to her. "I was playing a game while waiting for you and lost track of time.

"That's okay." Karlie said as she grabbed began racking the balls, "How long have you been playing pool?"

"Not long. Cara taught me recently and I've been playing a few games here and there." Taylor bit her lip.

"Mind if I give you a few pointers?" Karlie asked.

"Not at all."

Karlie smiled and moved next to Taylor, beginning to point out the mistakes she had noticed while watching her. Even in the dim lighting she could see Taylor blush as she guided Taylor in adjusting her grip and stance. She knew when Taylor realized what she was wearing pressing against her as she stood behind Taylor to guide through a shot. If the way she momentarily froze hadn't given it away, the way Taylor slightly pressed back against her would have. She noticed Taylor suddenly seemed to need Karlie to guide her through a few more shots than before.