Come With Me: A Laura Prepon and Taylor Schilling fanfic

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My phone was blasting "My Milkshake." The sunlight filtering in the room was blinding. I let my eyes adjust and looked down to see Taylor clinging to my arm, she looked beautiful in the early morning light. I carefully reached over her and grabbed my phone, turning the annoying alarm off. Taylor stirred and opened her stunning blue eyes looking at me in the cutest way.

"Good morning beautiful," I said kissing her on the forehead. She stretched and smiled up at me.

"Morning," she blushed slightly.

"How did you sleep baby?" I asked, it seemed I couldn't stop smiling at her.

"Like an angel."

"You are an angel, baby."

Her cheeks turned scarlet. I brushed her hair out of her face and leaned in placing a soft kiss on her lips. Her lips were so soft, I couldn't get enough of kissing her. Taylor threaded her hands into my hair pulling me closer. Soon it became hard to breathe and we had to break apart and get air into our lungs again.

" We have to go to work soon Tay," I said brushing her hair out of her face, my hand resting on her cheek, as I stared into her enchanting her blue eyes. It was so adorable as she pouted, her bottom lip jutting out and quivering. I smiled even wider than before, she was just so cute.

"Come on baby," I said rubbing her shoulder gently and getting up from the bed and walking into her kitchen.

I never pictured Taylor as a culinary woman, but her kitchen was state of the art. Stainless steel appliances were everywhere, mahogany cabinets lined the entire room and a huge double door refrigerator stood to the left gleaming sliver. I rummaged around the cabinets and found a pan to make eggs. Taylor walked in and sleepily and plopped down in one of the bar seats at the island in the middle of the absolutely gorgeous kitchen. She watched me silently as I cooked Eggs Benedict for us both.

We sat at the island after we finished our breakfast talking and flirting. We didn't work together today so we wanted to spend all the time we could together before we had to part.

"We need to get showers before we go to work," Taylor said getting up from the island.

"Does that mean what I think it means," I winked and smirked.

"No silly, we have to be on time for work. I have a second bath in the spare room," she shook her head at me. I pouted and she laughed leading me to the guest room and handing me two plush towels before turning and heading to her own bathroom.

We showed up at work smiling and giggling. Needless to say we drew a lot of attention. We even shared makeup trailer times today.

"Laura, darling, please stop turning your head towards Taylor," Raphael said in his thick french accent tilting my head back toward the middle. I blushed but did my best to follow orders, occasionally meeting Taylor's eyes in the mirror.

When it was time for us to go separate ways I turned toward Taylor.

"Let me take you on a date tonight," I asked nervously.

"For real," Taylor said smiling, "Yeah, okay. Sure."