Livre: One Shots

[11*] Our secret moments

Decently smutty so you've been warned.

-/-

"Taylor..." The elevator pings. "We're—this is—"

Karlie tries to pull back, but the woman opposite her is already closing the space again, kissing her so hotly that for moments and moments, she forgets she's in an elevator, forgets she's in a hotel with her entire team and whoever else might be here, forgets she's—

The elevator pings again, reminding her, and she forces herself to pull back, whispering breathlessly against her lips, "Taylor, we're here. This is our floor."

Taylor steps back, then, but only because Karlie's got a hand rested against her sternum and she's put the slightest bit of pressure on it to warn the singer. The look on Taylor's face makes Karlie's whole body simmer with heat. She's so unfairly attractive: her eyes like that, her lips- looking so thoroughly kissed, her whole body still close. Snap out of it Karlie. You gotta get to your room.

"Right," Taylor mumbles, a little sheepishly. "Right. Didn't realize." She takes a step backwards, out into the hallway. But then, before Karlie can fully realize what she's doing, Taylor reaches forward, brushes her fingers along the side of the model's arm and then takes a hold of her hand, pulling the model slowly out of the elevator with her.

Karlie's expecting her to drop her hand once they've stepped outside. Even though it's late, there might be people around and she hasn't thought it through. She knows how buzzed Taylor is but it's a hotel, for fuck's sake.

But Karlie leaves it be and it stays there and that alone makes Karlie smile.

-/-

When Karlie wakes up in their hotel bed, it's so early that it's still dark. She's not actually sure what time it is.

She fell asleep naked last night. After the concert and the wine and the sex and now, the sheets are soft against her skin, the Parisian wind coming in through the half open window cold enough to make her shiver.

Taylor's on her stomach next to her, still sleeping, with her face half hidden in the pillow, breathing slow and steady. She's close, not exactly cuddling the model, but still pressed against her side, leg against her own, her lips almost brushing the skin of Karlie's shoulder, her hand—

She's holding Karlie's hand.

Almost accidentally so. Her palm is only barely brushing Karlie's, her pinky curled around her index finger.

But still—she's holding Karlie's hand, and she's glad it's so dark because the thought that Karlie had her swearing out loud and coming against her mouth only hours ago and now she's holding her hand so tenderly, unconsciously makes her blush.

More wind blows in through the window and Karlie shivers harder. She doesn't want to get up, she really doesn't. But she also knows that if she doesn't close the window right now, she's goings to be too cold to fall asleep again, so with a huff of frustration she pulls her hand back from under Taylor's, careful not to wake her as she slides out from under the blankets. She quickly tiptoes to the window, closing it as quietly as she can, before hurrying back to the bed, hoping she hasn't noticed her departure—

"You okay?" Taylor's voice is rough and sleepy but still laced with care.

Karlie quickly slides back into the bed, mumbling, "Yeah, just... just got a little cold."

Taylor hums, rolling over until she's on her back.s and her hand brushes your hip and she mumbles sleepily, "Well, come here, then babe..."

Karlie shivers again, feel the heat of the words through her body despite the cold air in the room. The model can't believe she has this effect on her so easily sometimes. But then, she's shifting forward, wrapping her naked leg over hers and sliding her arm around the singer's waist. Taylor pulls her close immediately, her body soft and warm and heavy with sleep.