Chick Habit

Kaylor: Pining

A/N: In which (Karlie thinks) Taylor is straight...

Doctor Who is as much mine as Taylor and Karlie, which is to say not at all!

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Taylor Swift was her best friend. Best friend...

Currently her best friend was lying with her head in Karlie's lap on the couch. Half empty wine glasses on the coffee table and an episode of Doctor Who (which Karlie still couldn't believe Taylor the TV fanatic had never seen a single episode of before they met) playing on the TV, filling the room with soft, cozy light.

Another hangout on the verge of turning into a sleepover. Karlie ran her fingers through Taylor's hair absentmindedly and the singer's breathing was heavy and calm.

Karlie was surrounded by the vague floral smell, Taylor's smell, she always smelled good no matter the time of day or what they were up to. Late at night, alone in her bed Karlie found herself craving the smell, but she suspected what she really wanted was to be close to her best friend.

For the past few weeks Taylor and Karlie had spent almost every waking moment together and somehow that still wasn't enough for Karlie. She wanted to be around Taylor all the time, craved her hugs, her casual touches, the way her blue eyes lit up just before she started laughing in response to one of Karlie's stupid jokes.

The sound of Taylor yawning for the third time in just over a minute brought Karlie back to the present and she mumbled softly, "We don't have to watch if you just wanna go to bed, I should be getting home, anyway." Karlie's mouth spoke the world but her heart was silently begging for Taylor to protest, she didn't want to leave, get up, go out into the night and leave Taylor's presence. Taylor seemed to perk up at her words, almost sitting up straight in Karlie's arms.

"Are you kidding? Of course we do, I have to know if Amy is okay!" She demanded and Karlie smiled down at the suddenly almost pouting girl snuggled into her shirt.

"Okay, okay, it was just a suggestion baby, calm down!"

Taylor didn't hear her friend though, she was back to lazily watching the screen trying to keep up with the plot despite the late hour.

The fact that she was too exhausted to even comment on the fact that Karlie would be staying over yet again (third night in a row) should've clued her in to the fact that Taylor was going to be fast asleep within minutes.

Karlie looked at her as she was giving the TV her unwavering attention and thought about how many late nights they'd spent in her living room lately, either watching TV or talking, but always ending up cuddling one way or another.

Karlie had stopped questioning why or how it ended up happening, it just did and she wasn't complaining. Although she sometimes worried they were getting far too comfortable with each other.  She suspected the nickname she'd given Taylor off late crossed another line, but she didn't really care and Taylor didn't seem to mind either. In fact she blushed every time before proceeding to mumble something that sounded like "shut up..."

Yep, they'd definitely stepped into the flirt territory a few exits ago and there was no stopping it now, they (she) was in too deep.

She glanced at Taylor again, wondering if she was actually asleep. Then Karlie glanced back at the TV and was surprised and pleased to see Amy Pond back on screen, she hadn't thought Amy would be returning for another two episodes or so.

"Tay!" She mumbled excitedly trying to bring the singer's attention to the fact that her favorite character was back, but silence met her and she glanced down, noticing now just how still Taylor was.

She was curled up in Karlie's arms, face pressed into her chest, breathing easily and warmly into Karlie's white cotton t-shirt and she looked so peaceful and so absolutely gorgeous that something caught in Karlie's throat.

She figured this was one of those moments, one of those moments you look back on and wish had never ended and she truly wanted this to go on forever, Taylor in her arms just like this.

The thoughts she'd had of waking Taylor to tell her she'd completely missed Pond's return quickly fell from Karlie's mind and instead another thought snuck it's way in...

What would happen if she softly kissed the blonde awake?

If she hadn't started stirring just then Karlie might've kissed her, she might've kissed Taylor.

Stupid, beautiful, oblivious, straight Taylor...