Taylorde - Oneshots

The VMAs

A/N This is ONE of the long awaited mini fic requests from Tumblr. Finally got around to it! I'll try to write the others soon.

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"What is this?", Ella asks, referring to my attire. And to be honest, I'm not too sure. What is this?

"It's a playsuit...bodysuit...leotard...thing", I reply uncertainly, receiving a laugh from Ella and her sister.

I sit myself down, nearly falling once I realise the drop is further down than I thought. Jerry reaches out an arm, briefly brushing against my thigh and saving me from an embarrassing moment. I'm almost certain that Ella mutters the words "Watch it", though I'm not sure if it was for me.

The night is incredibly entertaining. We seem to be a hot spot for the cameras that seem to want to capture even the most boring things we do like brushing a strand of hair away or adjust our clothes. I can feel the lenses zoom in and I almost want to hide myself behind Ellas hair out of awkwardness. I'm sure she wouldn't mind. And she seems to be slightly oblivious to the watchful eyes of the camera crew. I wish I could be as comfortable. I try to forget about it, I won't let my appearance ruin the night for me.

I smile and squeal with Jerry once Ella wins Best Rock Video. I had no doubt that she'd take home the award. And I proudly look on with Jerr as she adorably accepts her award and makes her speech. I giggle on hearing her curse. Jerry brings a hand to her forehead and smirks. "Scamp", she laughs. Ella gives me the cutest intro to my performance, making me smile when she says "She doesn't wear quite as much black".

I'm even more excited for the after party. I'm escorted out before Ella once the show is over. And once I arrive at the party she's the first thing I look for. Is that her?...No, that's Charli. God damn it. Curls curls curls. Where are you? I dip into the crowd, politely pushing past everyone and keeping my eyes peeled for Ella. An arm suddenly reaches out from the crowd and takes hold of mine. Jerry.

"There you are! Ella was about to freak, she thought you weren't coming!", Jerry says with a smile. She leads me over to a table slightly hidden from the crowd. I'm offered a drink from a tray and take it without questioning. Might as well be tipsy and charming rather than sober and full of small talk. I had only met up with Ella a few times before tonight. It was still enough to fall completely in love with her. But I didn't want to blow my chances and have to go through the night carefully thinking about what I'll say to this girl next. Tonight I'd have a little fun. Two large glasses in and I was talking about anything and everything. And Ella was soon to follow.

"Taylor, you're going to ruin my top if swing your glass anywhere closer", she slurrs, pushing my arm away.

"Honey, it was ruined when you bought it"

I can hear Jerry choking on her drink. She coughs and wipes at her eyes. "I'm going to get some water. Stay out of trouble while I'm gone". She gets up and leaves.

"Kiss me", I say, a little too loudly. Thank goodness for our closed off area.

"People will see us", Ella giggles.

"I don't care, just-"

I fall as I lean forwards, bringing Ella down with me. We collapse under the table.

"Fuck", Ella moans, rubbing her head. Though I'm skeptical of her pain. That head of hair is a freaking pillow for her.

"Awww", I coo and lean in. A hot, fruit flavoured, tongue filled kiss is planted on Ellas lips. She moans and pulls me in closer, begging for more. I wonder where Jerry is. And just as the thought occurs to me, a pair of heels slips in under the table. "Where on earth?..", Jerr says to herself. I peel Ella away from me and crawl out, taking her with me.

"Heeeyy, Jerry!", I greet. Ella smiles goofily, pretending that this isn't weird and sits herself back down. I do the same. "What were you doing under there?", Jerry asks, eyebrow raised. "The question is...where was you?", Ella responds. "Where was you?", Jerry repeats. "Me was getting you some water because you two need to chill", she says and points to some glasses of water on the table. Selena Gomez decides to pay our table a visit along with Ariana Grande. Jerry immediately begins a conversation while Ella and I try to look interested. And sober. That's not happening.

A few wandering fingers find their way over to the hem of my dress. Fuck. Ella, why?

"So, you kind've owned that stage tonight, huh?", Selena asks me. And I'm sweating while trying to reply like Ellas fingers aren't in my panties right now. "Oh thanks!...um...I uh...yeAH", I say, attempting to scooch away from my tormentor. "I was a little NERvous but I'm happy how it- shit- went. Heheh"

Selena looks over at Ariana who shrugs. "O...kay. Ella, you won Best Rock Video, right?", Ari asks.

"Yep. Pretty awesome, right?"

She talks away while slowly pumping her fingers. A thumb glides over my clit. The inside of my thighs grow damp. I'm finding it ever more difficult to contain my moans. My knee hits against the table as I reach my peak. In front of everybody. Unbeknownst to them. I make uncomfortable muffled noises and try to pull it off as a yawn. Ellas smiling. Jerry looks concerned. Ariana smirks awkwardly. Selena has decided it's time to leave.

"Well...this was nice", Ari says. There's an awkward silence. She gives a little nod and then excuses herself. Ella removes her playful fingers. I breathe a sigh of relief. "Alright, let's take you two to bed", Jerry says and stands up.

I'm taken to my room and we say our goodbyes in the hallway. I shut the door. After a few minutes of flicking through the channels on my tv, my phone buzzes. It's a text from Ell.

You awake?

I groan.

Yes

Tonight was fun ;)

No it wasnt! U bitch..

You weren't complaining x

Becuz I wasnt able 2! Ur in so much trouble..

Bring it on. Hey, Jerrys not here. Come over.

No. Im tired. After you. :P

We can just cuddle if you want....

...Whats ur room #?...