Stay One Shots - Taylor Swift

The End of the Drought

This is really dirty and involves a lot of uh... toys?

Haha I'm so awkward I'm sorry

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May 2020 - London, England (Quarantine)

"Taylor," Grace began as she walked into the kitchen after putting Alyssa down for the night, "We have an issue."

Taylor turned around from the sink where she was doing dishes, a concerned wash over her face as Grace stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips.

She waited for Grace to speak, to explain. Her mind going worst case scenario such as Alyssa having a fever or something with one of the cats, but when Grace didn't continue, Taylor spoke, "Are you going to explain?"

"We haven't had sex in a year," she said it matter of a factly, calm and concise without much emotion, but a slight tone in her voice worried her.

Taylor nodded, "I'm aware, I wrote it down on my calendar in case the doctors needed to know when Alyssa was born and it was a year ago—"

"Yesterday."

"Yeah."

"We've turned into those people, the unhappy couple who just takes care of their baby all day and eat chips on the sofa at night," Grace complained, putting herself on the counter next to Taylor so they could talk eye to eye while the singer did the cleaning.

"And? Every time I've brought it up you're too tired or something hurts or Alyssa's grumpy and we never do it," Taylor replied, a certain annoyance to her voice that Grace hadn't heard in a long time.

"Alyssa's asleep, nothing hurts, I'm not grumpy or tired. Can we have sex? Like right now? We need to do it, I swear I will not let us turn into those people."

Taylor chuckled, "Hell, I thought you'd never ask. Do you know how many cold showers I have taken?"

"I haven't done anything since," Grace said hesitantly, "Like... nothing. I'm practically a born again virgin."

"So this is the second time I get to take your virginity?"

"Oh shush, wash your hands and hurry up," the brunette laughed, "I'll meet you upstairs."

"Yes ma'am," the blonde teased, earning a raised eyebrow from her wife before she exited the room.

Grace went upstairs and rummaged through the closet, looking for where Taylor kept the lingerie. Grace had a few things but the older woman had more of a taste for it and she was sure she would find something.

And once she found the drawer, she found the drawer. Taylor had apparently been collecting lingerie among other things.

Grace couldn't believe her eyes, she knew Taylor had the vibrator and the handcuffs but never in her life had she seen some of the things in that drawer. She figured Taylor had bought them to try and get the heiress interested in that form in intimacy again but they never got to it.

What... the... fuck.

"Babe," Taylor came into the room and turned into the closet, "What are you— oh shit. You never go into that drawer."

"I wanted to put on something nice for you but then I found this," Grace picked it up with two fingers and held it far out, "Care to explain... this?"

Taylor's face was beat red and she didn't want to look into her wife's eyes, "It's a strap on."

"I know what it is!" Grace said with a dry laugh, "Why do we own one?"