Livre: One Shots

[16*] hit you like bang

Very smutty so you've been warned.

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As Karlie moved in for quarantine, Taylor knew that she needed to keep fit despite not having photo shoots every day, so the two had decided to set up a makeshift gym in one of the extra rooms. Taylor's elliptical was placed in there, along with some free standing weights and a punching bag for Karlie. Taylor had been surprised when she learned Karlie was an avid kick boxer and boxer.

Due to differing schedules and workout preferences, each girl normally found themselves alone in their home gym, Taylor preferred her exercise in the morning and Karlie usually found herself working out late at night as a way of managing the stress that came with her projects despite her personal training in the mornings.

Naturally, one of the first things Taylor did upon moving in was to make sure all rooms in the apartment were soundproofed - while she may have been renting a relatively expensive apartment block, it didn't mean the walls still weren't paper thin and they didn't want to deal with complaints from their surrounding neighbors about the noise Taylor made while playing music, from any parties she threw there, or whatever else the singer wanted to do. It also meant that Taylor wasn't distracted by the sounds of Karlie giving out punishment to her punching bag on a daily basis. Thus, it wasn't until Taylor opened their bedroom door in the late hours of one evening, that she heard the rhythmic slapping of fists on the synthetic leather bag. Curious, Taylor padded down the hallway, stopping outside the door. It was slightly ajar and she peered around the edge, her eyes going wide at the image before her.

She'd always considered Karlie to be very pretty, but at this moment in time, Karlie was, well, Taylor's brain seemed to have short circuited and the only word she could come up with was hot. And, if the sweat beading on her forehead was anything to go by, that was both literally and figuratively. She was wearing a black spandex Nike sports bra and matching shorts. Both pieces of clothing left nothing to the imagination and Taylor drank in the sight of flawless skin and toned muscles. Karlie stood facing off with the punching bag, breathing heavily. Her arms were raised, ready to start striking out again and, as she threw the first punch, Taylor had to stifle a gasp. The play of muscles in Karlie's arms and back as they bunched and released with each hit was mesmerizing. Taylor didn't know where to look, her eyes moved erratically over the model's entire body, trying to absorb as much as she could.

It was only when Karlie paused in her workout, bending over slightly to rest her hands on her thighs, that Taylor realized she'd been staring for an inappropriate length of time. She shook her head in an attempt to clear her brain of the fog that seemed to have settled over her and moved back to her bedroom, entirely forgetting the glass of water that had been the original purpose of her leaving the room.

Wrapping herself in her covers, Taylor shuffled around her bed, trying to get comfy. It was no use, she was too hot, the covers were almost immediately thrown back off her body and Taylor huffed in frustration. She really shouldn't be so hot, given that she'd been standing in the hallway in her nightclothes for the better part of fifteen minutes and it wasn't exactly warm in New York this time of year. It wasn't until she registered her rapid breathing and a very definite ache in the lower part of her body, that she had become aroused watching Karlie workout. Taylor groaned and turned over, determined to force the images of Karlie out of her mind. Praying that she wouldn't be done with her workout soon so she would have time to cool off. She started a breathing exercise she had been taught as a child, one to calm her heart rate and relax her body. Thankfully, it worked and a few minutes later she was drifting off to sleep.

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When Taylor went to bed the following evening, she didn't really register the fact that she had left her bedroom door open, it seemed that, subconsciously, she was hoping to be woken by the sounds of Karlie coming home so she could know. She wasn't planning on Karlie exercising so late. A particularly loud grunt from the gym startled her awake and Taylor left her bed in search of the green eyed girl, padding down the hallway once again.