New "Super Nanny" Chapter!
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writefictionTitle/Chapter: Super Nanny (16/?)
Author: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Taylor / OFC [liza]
Rating: R - for strong language
P.O.V.: First Person, OFC [liza]
Notes: AU-ish. The story starts February 2007 while the guys are on tour.
Summary: When Taylor loses his only daughter at a concert one night, a good Samaritan comes to his rescue...in more ways than one.
Previous Chapters
Comments are greatly appreciated :D
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
When I step out of the shower I wrap a big, white, fluffy towel around myself and grab another for my hair. I stand in front of the mirror, alternating between combing out the tangles and rubbing it dry. Finally, after five minutes, I make a face at my reflection and think, Fuck it. When you have hair as long and as thick as mine, it takes forever to dry. So I grab a hair clip off the counter, twisting my hair up, and securing it in place. Then I finish drying off my body.
I toss my towel on to the counter and then look around the room for my clothes. I groan when I realize I didn't bring any with me to the bathroom. I wrap my towel back around me, making sure it's securely in place.
This is going to be awkward, I think as I step up to the plain white door. I take the knob in my hand and take a deep calming breath. Then I open the door a crack and call out to Taylor.
"Hey, Tay?"
"Yeah?" I hear him say from across the room.
"Could you--Could you get me some clothes?" I ask nervously. I hear Taylor chuckle. Then I can hear him rummaging around in duffel bags and suitcases.
A moment later, a blond head with blue eyes pokes into the bathroom.
"Are you cake-free now?" he asks, a smirk playing over his lips. I pout.
"Shuddup." Taylor snickers at this.
I roll my eyes and hold out my hand.
"Clothes, please," I say sweetly. Taylor shakes his head, holding my clothes behind his back.
"Payment first," he says.
"Payment?" I arch a skeptical eyebrow at the singer. He grins.
"Payment comes in the form of a kiss," he explains.
I grin at Taylor.
"I think I can afford that," I tell him. Then I lean forward, brushing my lips over his. He whimpers when I pull away.
"Clothes please," I say again. The blue-eyed singer pouts.
"That was a lousy form of payment. Do better next time," he tells me, holding out my clothes. I grab the outfit from his hand without saying a word, and shut the door in his face. I hear him whine from the other room. I giggle and begin to get dressed.
When I exit the bathroom a few minutes later, I find Taylor stationed at the desk, working on his laptop. I tiptoe over to him and slide my arms around his neck, kissing his cheek. I see the corner of his mouth turn up in a smile.
"Do I get a real kiss now?" he asks. I squeeze his shoulders.
"Maybe if you de-cake yourself." Taylor turns towards me with a grin.
"Will you write down the directions to this laundromat I found?" he asks. I nod.
"Sure." Then he jumps up, heading for the bathroom.
I grab a pen and piece of paper off the desk and begin writing down the directions to 24-Hour Suds on 50 Market Street. I hear the shower turn on and the faint sound of Taylor whistling. I smile and shake my head. He always whistles when he's getting ready to go out. Although, he doesn't sing in the shower.
About five minutes later I hear the water in the bathroom turn off. That boy really knows how to conserve water. Almost immediately, the sound of Taylor whistling starts back up. It makes me smile.
Not long after, the bathroom door opens and Taylor walks out with only a white hotel towel wrapped low around his waist.
"Do I get my kiss now?" he asks.
"Get dressed first," I respond, staring at the computer screen. I can see him out of the corner of my eye though. Unbeknownst to Taylor, I watch him search around for a clean pair of boxer-briefs. When he finds them, he opts out of pulling them on under his towel. Instead, he drops the rectangular piece of terrycloth, giving me a direct view of his firm ass.
I quickly look back to the computer, my cheeks only burning mildly. I pray Taylor doesn't notice the blush. He might start asking questions. But then I hear him stop moving.
"Can I get my kiss now?" He sounds exasperated.
I stifle a giggle and hope he doesn't see the smirk on my face.
"Comb your hair first," I tell him. Taylor huffs and stomps over to the nightstand, picking up his brush. I love the control I have over him. It's fun.
Taylor sighs loudly.
"Now?" he asks. I turn towards him in my chair. I note his damp hair is neatly combed. So I hold out my arms, wiggling my fingers at him.
"Come 'ere." Taylor grins widely, practically running across the room. I laugh as he plops down in my lap, wrapping his arms around my neck.
"Now?" he asks sweetly, batting his eyes. I laugh again.
"Yes." He gives me a wide grin before leaning in.
Our lips touch and it's electric. I reach up to cup the back of Taylor's head, holding him in place. Not that I need to. He's not going anywhere. Which is made quite obvious as his grip on me tightens and he slowly parts my lips with his tongue.
After a few moments, I pull back with a smile. But then I lean in again for a quick peck.
"So was it worth the wait?" I ask. Taylor grins.
"Hell yeah!" I smile at him.
"Good." There's a beat of silence. Then Taylor says,
"Did you copy the directions?" I nod, holding up the sheet of hotel paper. "Good. Then lets get going." We gather up the laundry and head on out.
Comments?
Author: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Taylor / OFC [liza]
Rating: R - for strong language
P.O.V.: First Person, OFC [liza]
Notes: AU-ish. The story starts February 2007 while the guys are on tour.
Summary: When Taylor loses his only daughter at a concert one night, a good Samaritan comes to his rescue...in more ways than one.
Previous Chapters
Comments are greatly appreciated :D
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
When I step out of the shower I wrap a big, white, fluffy towel around myself and grab another for my hair. I stand in front of the mirror, alternating between combing out the tangles and rubbing it dry. Finally, after five minutes, I make a face at my reflection and think, Fuck it. When you have hair as long and as thick as mine, it takes forever to dry. So I grab a hair clip off the counter, twisting my hair up, and securing it in place. Then I finish drying off my body.
I toss my towel on to the counter and then look around the room for my clothes. I groan when I realize I didn't bring any with me to the bathroom. I wrap my towel back around me, making sure it's securely in place.
This is going to be awkward, I think as I step up to the plain white door. I take the knob in my hand and take a deep calming breath. Then I open the door a crack and call out to Taylor.
"Hey, Tay?"
"Yeah?" I hear him say from across the room.
"Could you--Could you get me some clothes?" I ask nervously. I hear Taylor chuckle. Then I can hear him rummaging around in duffel bags and suitcases.
A moment later, a blond head with blue eyes pokes into the bathroom.
"Are you cake-free now?" he asks, a smirk playing over his lips. I pout.
"Shuddup." Taylor snickers at this.
I roll my eyes and hold out my hand.
"Clothes, please," I say sweetly. Taylor shakes his head, holding my clothes behind his back.
"Payment first," he says.
"Payment?" I arch a skeptical eyebrow at the singer. He grins.
"Payment comes in the form of a kiss," he explains.
I grin at Taylor.
"I think I can afford that," I tell him. Then I lean forward, brushing my lips over his. He whimpers when I pull away.
"Clothes please," I say again. The blue-eyed singer pouts.
"That was a lousy form of payment. Do better next time," he tells me, holding out my clothes. I grab the outfit from his hand without saying a word, and shut the door in his face. I hear him whine from the other room. I giggle and begin to get dressed.
When I exit the bathroom a few minutes later, I find Taylor stationed at the desk, working on his laptop. I tiptoe over to him and slide my arms around his neck, kissing his cheek. I see the corner of his mouth turn up in a smile.
"Do I get a real kiss now?" he asks. I squeeze his shoulders.
"Maybe if you de-cake yourself." Taylor turns towards me with a grin.
"Will you write down the directions to this laundromat I found?" he asks. I nod.
"Sure." Then he jumps up, heading for the bathroom.
I grab a pen and piece of paper off the desk and begin writing down the directions to 24-Hour Suds on 50 Market Street. I hear the shower turn on and the faint sound of Taylor whistling. I smile and shake my head. He always whistles when he's getting ready to go out. Although, he doesn't sing in the shower.
About five minutes later I hear the water in the bathroom turn off. That boy really knows how to conserve water. Almost immediately, the sound of Taylor whistling starts back up. It makes me smile.
Not long after, the bathroom door opens and Taylor walks out with only a white hotel towel wrapped low around his waist.
"Do I get my kiss now?" he asks.
"Get dressed first," I respond, staring at the computer screen. I can see him out of the corner of my eye though. Unbeknownst to Taylor, I watch him search around for a clean pair of boxer-briefs. When he finds them, he opts out of pulling them on under his towel. Instead, he drops the rectangular piece of terrycloth, giving me a direct view of his firm ass.
I quickly look back to the computer, my cheeks only burning mildly. I pray Taylor doesn't notice the blush. He might start asking questions. But then I hear him stop moving.
"Can I get my kiss now?" He sounds exasperated.
I stifle a giggle and hope he doesn't see the smirk on my face.
"Comb your hair first," I tell him. Taylor huffs and stomps over to the nightstand, picking up his brush. I love the control I have over him. It's fun.
Taylor sighs loudly.
"Now?" he asks. I turn towards him in my chair. I note his damp hair is neatly combed. So I hold out my arms, wiggling my fingers at him.
"Come 'ere." Taylor grins widely, practically running across the room. I laugh as he plops down in my lap, wrapping his arms around my neck.
"Now?" he asks sweetly, batting his eyes. I laugh again.
"Yes." He gives me a wide grin before leaning in.
Our lips touch and it's electric. I reach up to cup the back of Taylor's head, holding him in place. Not that I need to. He's not going anywhere. Which is made quite obvious as his grip on me tightens and he slowly parts my lips with his tongue.
After a few moments, I pull back with a smile. But then I lean in again for a quick peck.
"So was it worth the wait?" I ask. Taylor grins.
"Hell yeah!" I smile at him.
"Good." There's a beat of silence. Then Taylor says,
"Did you copy the directions?" I nod, holding up the sheet of hotel paper. "Good. Then lets get going." We gather up the laundry and head on out.
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