A/N: language and (heavily implied) smut warning!
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"She's literally begging to fuck you!" Karlie didn't mean for the words to come out that loudly, but they echo in the small space and Taylor immediately presses close to her girlfriend and places two soft fingers over her lips.
They're in an elevator slowly climbing to the 7th floor, but Karlie was loud enough that they might be heard downstairs in the lobby.
Having Karlie storm out of a party in a ballroom packed with people and having Taylor follow her to try and reason with her had already caused more of a scene than the singer considered ideal.
All because that producer had unconsciously (because Taylor truly believed that it had been) undressed Karlie's girl with her eyes.
Karlie had handled the situation discreetly until the other woman started walking from across the room, clearly with the intention to approach Taylor. This is what had led Taylor and Karlie here, Karlie standing, leaning heavily backwards against the mirror that covered most of the wall and staring at Taylor, green eyes bright with frustration, Taylor's correcting but soft fingers over her mouth.
"Shh, sweetie," Taylor said softly, "you need to calm down, she-"
"Why are you telling me to calm down?! Some random girl just very obviously eye-fucks you right in front of me and you tell me to calm down?!" Karlie was shaking, body and voice and she could barley look at Taylor as the words fell from the lips Taylor unsuccessfully tried to quiet.
"Karlie, baby, she was looking at my legs, I caught her too. But that doesn't mean she wants to fuck me, sweetie, and anyway, I don't want her." Taylor stated the last part matter-of-factly as she removed her fingers from Karlie's lips and proceeded to lean forward to kiss her, softly at first and then just the tiniest bit harshly, once again correcting.
"She-" Karlie begins in-between kisses and Taylor shakes her head.
"I do not want her," she repeats almost sternly.
"You want me?" Karlie asks and her breath hitched now as Taylor's hand found its way to her inner thigh.
"That's right, Angel..." Taylor breathed and her words and her touch made Karlie shiver. Taylor buried her face in the other woman's neck, placing almost lazy and comforting, but all at once possessive kisses there before she spoke again.
"Do you want me, Karlie?"
The younger woman nodded eagerly, full of hunger.
"Always."
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Chick Habit
FanfictionThere's a lot of cool chicks out there...Taylor Swift has even dated some of them! I asked my Tumblr followers to send me a ship and a sentence, these stories are the results.
