Chick Habit

Kaylor: "My parents are coming over in 10 minutes, please put some clothes on."

A/N: I couldn't figure out a good way to start this one off with the prompter sentence and still get the scenario I wanted, the sentence is still in there, obviously, just later...Sorry about that, hopefully you like it anyway!

Warning for language and smutty overtones

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Her fingers are tracing the shape of Karlie's right shoulder blade; she's shivering a little and is not sure whether it's from Taylor's touch or from the slight chill in the room.

Karlie knows she should sit up, put on a shirt, seize the day or whatever, but something about this moment feels so perfect that she doesn't want it to end.

The air around them is so still, their bodies so perfectly intertwined that she doesn't want to move even an inch and risk breaking the spell and leaving this moment in the past.

Taylor is looking at Karlie as her fingers continue their circular motions on the model's back. Taylor's eyes are still heavy-lidded and dark blue. Maybe it's from sleep or the aftermath of lust. When she looks at Karlie with eyes like that she always finds herself almost instantly wet. Taylor's gaze is as magical as her touch.

She sometimes looks the same way when she's singing, doing what she loves, lost in music and words.

Once, when they both had front row seats to one of Taylor's performances Cara had called it 'bedroom eyes' she'd smirked at Karlie as if she was looking for confirmation for the statement. Karlie had jokingly laughed it off, but the comment had made her think of exactly how intoxicating Taylor's eyes can be.

That had in turn made her go find the singer after the show. Dragging her aside to make her eyes go that perfect shade of blue that always works like the strongest aphrodisiac on Karlie.

That is the way Taylor is looking at her now, in combination with a sleepy smile. If she hadn't spoken just then Karlie might've proposed going for it a second time, if only to stay in the moment a little longer. Somehow though, Taylor's voice brings Karlie back to reality.

"You know," she says and her voice is as tempting as her gaze - just as predicted - still, Karlie pauses to listen.

"I really, really don't want you to go to Tokyo tomorrow." The way her fingers flutter over Karlie's shoulder slows down as if Taylor is trying to slow time with her movements.

Karlie can't help but laugh a little and shakes her head, "I don't either, you could still come if you wanted to, though."

Taylor grins back. "Oh please," She says, rolling her eyes, "I'd have to spend the weekend hiding in your hotel room..."

"But," Karlie adds enticingly, "there will be soft hotel sheets and fluffy towels, room service and I only work a couple of hours a day and then I'd stay cooped up with you, all alone..." Karlie wiggles her eyebrows at the last part and Taylor laughs, "Well, when you put it like that..."

The model kisses her nose, "Please just think about it until tomorrow, for me?" She smiles her sweetest smile and Taylor seemingly can do nothing but smile back.

That's when Karlie happens to glance at the clock on the bedside table and she swears out loud.

"Shit, we need to get up, my parents are coming over in ten minutes, please put some clothes on!"

Taylor yawns loudly, "do we have to?"

Karlie sits up in response and Taylor makes an annoyed whine in protest when Karlie forces her out of the embrace.

Karlie laughs again and looks back at Taylor on the bed to make sure she's moving too, she isn't.

Instead she's lying where Karlie left her, naked and gorgeous with the covers only half covering her breasts, her blonde hair the kind of sexy, naturally curly mess she only ever allows it to be in the mornings, a blindingly white, satisfied grin on her face and with eyes still telling Karlie to get back in bed.

The model swallows a couple of times and forces herself to look away from her girl and reach for a shirt, sloppily thrown and forgotten on the floor.

Taylor stops her, sitting up now and possessively wrapping her arms around Karlie from behind, clinging to her for dear life, face buried between her shoulder blades.

"No," she says, sounding irrationally upset that Karlie is trying to get dressed.

She chuckles, "What?"

"Not yet" Taylor is speaking into Karlie's skin, making her shiver again.

"My parents, ten minutes," Karlie repeats stubbornly, only to feel Taylor shake her head.

"I don't care," she says, still not removing her arms or her face from Karlie. "Why are they coming over so early, anyway?"

"Baby, it's 11AM..."

"Okay, touché...Maybe we just shouldn't leave for at least another few minutes so I can get used to the idea?" Taylor attempts to pull the sitting Karlie back into bed.

"Nice try..." Karlie tries to rise from the bed, but Taylor's arms around her stops the movement.

"Not yet, please, we still have time..." She sounds desperate and completely unlike herself.

"Time for...?" Karlie knows, she just wants to hear Taylor say it.

"Just fuck me." There's not even a trace of shame in her voice and Karlie might've been surprised if she hadn't known Taylor Swift as well as she does.

She might've also turned around and pinned Taylor to the bed if she hadn't had to redefine the meaning of self-control since she started seeing the very persuasive singer.

"I just did..." She points out and fights to keep her voice steady, as if Taylor has no effect on her.

Taylor giggles, "But Karlieeee, I don't care. We could do it againnnnn! I could return the favor..."

Karlie doesn't think she's heard Taylor utter the phrase I don't care this many times in the ten months she's known her and within this context it's a little bit flattering.

"Taylor," She finds herself saying anyway, and her voice is slow and patient now, as if speaking to a child.

"Do you really want not only my parents, who you've met twice, but also security, to catch the two of us naked in bed?" Karlie is not used to being the reasonable one in situations like these and it all almost makes her laugh until Taylor sighs into her back, sounding defeated.

"Okay, fine." Before she lets go of her girl she presses a kiss to Karlie's shoulder blade.

"But the second they leave I'm eating that sweet-tasting pussy of yours until you beg me to stop, I'll do it on the kitchen floor if I have to..." Karlie feels herself start to aggressively blush at the crude words and she swallows thickly, "deal," she says sounding almost dazed.

Before Taylor can say anything further the buzzer goes off, most likely it's security wanting to let them know their guests have arrived.

This sends the couple on a frantic search for clothes as Karlie unsuccessfully wills the heat still lingering in the wake of Taylor's words to leave her face.