#taylorlucy

#and then they fucked.

To be honest, Taylor hasn't helped out very much with the treats, but she has written some fantastic reviews (and found plenty of time to flirt with Lucy~).

chapter 1: bucktommy

chapter 2: mayravi

chapter 3: taylorlucy

taylor and lucy have hooked up once or maybe there was only a lot of tension. And taylor is a little freaked out, because just like her ex she needed a pilot’s kiss to discover ✨ Bisexuality ✨

and then something happens, maybe at work, maybe something with her father and then

either

“I didn’t know where else to go… so I came here.”

or

“I’m trying so hard not to cry right now.”

I love being given all these delicious Taylucy crumbs to work with, please never stop ever 🫶 From the SOFT AND VULNERABLE prompts.

She's not sure what she's doing here. Standing outside Lucy fucking Donato's door, as if she hadn't bailed on her the last time after have been kissed so deeply that it had shocked Taylor to the core. It hadn't been her proudest moment. She had made out with girls before. Back in high school. During drunken games, and yeah, maybe it wasn't quite the same as being pinned against the wall in the heat of a moment with a leg pressing up between her thighs as they made out heavily, but it should count as an experience, right?

She didn't know what had possessed her to slide herself away from the wall and from Lucy to then run off and ignore Lucy's attempt to call out to her, when her entire being had wanted to just stay and find out what else Lucy could do with those lips that didn't involve kissing.

Maybe it was because Lucy had kissed her ex when they were together at the time. Or maybe it was because Lucy was a woman who kissed better than most of the men Taylor knew. She hadn't escaped her mind since then, was the thing, and it had been almost four weeks now. Four weeks of Taylor thinking back to that moment when she was in bed and thinking about how soft and gentle Lucy's hand had felt against her face, despite the intention behind the kiss. Of her mind reeling to think about what could have happened if she had stayed. What it would have been like to wake up next to her naked form and kiss every inch of her and--

It had been next to impossible not to think about it. And now she was outside her door again, because Taylor had had a bad day, and people around her sucked, and she wanted a change. A distraction.

The door opens before she had the chance to knock, and Lucy doesn't seem the least bit surprised to find Taylor standing there. Just crosses her arms and leans against the door frame with a smile on her face. "The anticipation was killing me, so I thought I'd save you the trouble of knocking," she offers. Taylor stares back at her, taking in the playful smile that forms a cute little dimple that Taylor just wants to smooth over with her thumb. Her heart races at the thought of doing so.

"I didn't know where else to go, so... I came here," she says hesitantly. That wipes the smile off of Lucy's face, only to be replaced with a frown of concern.

"You okay?"

"Define okay." She doesn't wait for an invite, but walks past Lucy through the door. "I'm fine," she clarifies as Lucy closes the door behind her. "I'm just... kind of all over the place right now."

Lucy nods in silence. "So a shitty day?"

"I guess."

"And you came here."

"Observant, aren't you," Taylor counters. Lucy doesn't smile though. She doesn't look mad either.

"I can't say I expected it," she says, then, and starts pacing, suddenly nervous.

"I can go again if it's a bad time--"

"No! No, don't--" Lucy lets out a shuddering breath. "I've been wanting to talk to you, but I don't have your number and I don't have your address, so it's good. That you're here. It's good, right?"

"You wanted to talk to me?"

"I feel bad." Lucy takes a few hesitant steps towards Taylor as she rubs her knuckles together. "That other night, I was... I came on too strong, and then you ran off, and I can't apologize enough for making you feel uncomfortable. I never thought I'd be that kind of person who would--"

"Whoa, whoa, what?" Lucy stops abruptly, and Taylor can't believe what she's hearing. That Lucy has spent all this time thinking-- "God, no! That wasn't-- I was a very willing participant," she tries to assure Lucy.

"You ran off."

"I came here to apologize for that--"

"But--"

"Me running off wasn't about you, or what we did. I didn't feel uncomfortable, I was just... trying to catch up what my brain couldn't process at the time while it happened. I don't-- I sleep with men. This is... it's new. I'm sorry for running, it was a shitty way to handle it."

Lucy steps away, then and buries her face into her hands as she sinks down onto the nearest couch. Taylor watches as the relief washes over her. "Oh, man."

"I should have come sooner," Taylor says apologetically, and Lucy peeks over at her over her hands.

"So did you?"

"Did I what?"

"Catch up. You know, with the processing."

Taylor huffs out a laugh, and next thing she knows, she approaches Lucy. Crouches down in front of her and gently pries away Lucy's hands from her face. "Maybe." The tone comes out as teasing. Flirty, even, which earns her a grin from Lucy.

"Oh?"

@911-rarepair-week

Taylor Kelly/Lucy Donato

Prompt: free day

This was a bad idea.

Taylor had shot down the sixth glass of tequila before calling an Uber.

She should feel like throwing up. Instead all she feels is anger.

And sadness.

She doesn't know why she's there, is not like it would do her any good. It was also a bit creepy if you thought about it long enough I mean, who in their right mind would have researched where somebody lived just so that they could have a talk.

That who is none other than Taylor Kelly Martin.

But she clearly wasn't thinking. Because, if she was, she wouldn't be knocking down the door of the woman who ruined her relationship. If she was thinking, she would be curled up in her friend's bathroom spilling her guts.

Instead, she's met with blonde locks and a tired face.

Lucy Donato’s beautiful, tired face.

She scratched that thought, that's not important.

What's important is that she finally had the one person who ruined everything for her, and she was furious.

“What… Taylor Kelly?” She looked confused.

Everyone would look confused if practically a stranger was trying to rip down your front door at 2 in the morning. Or maybe 3. Or 1, Taylor didn't know what hour it was even.

She just knew she had to talk to this woman.

This woman she couldn't stop staring at, amazed at how perfect she could look even out of her slumber.

“You… Why did you do it?” the anger and bitterness was palpable in her voice, despite the obvious slurred speech.

Lucy arched an eyebrow, her lips twitching in something that looked like concern.

“Did what?”

“You know what, you… you came in like that and took him, you just took him”

Taylor saw the way it dawned on her, how the confusion turned to shame, and saw her duck her head, avoiding the redhead's gaze.

“Taylor I…”

“Look at me” she leaned in, looking for her eyes to go back to her.

Or at least back to her face, given the angle of Lucy's head.

The blonde lifted her gaze back to the redhead, regret written all over her features. Those soft features that made Taylor even angrier without understanding the why.

“You’re drunk and probably won't remember this tomorrow but, I'm sorry… I didn't, I didn't intend for that to happen Taylor I swear”

Taylor scoffed and crossed her arms, her purse coming in between them. Her face was now inches away from Lucy's and their breaths were mingling. She looked down to her mouth before coming back to her eyes.

“You wanna know what's worse about this? The worse is that, I can't really blame him for what he did, Lucy… and I hate that” she felt her eyes wet, and shut her eyes to avoid the incoming sea of tears.

She felt warm arms pulling her inside, and then those same arms were around her, wrapping her.

Comforting her.

She started to cry, blabbering about kisses and blondes and firefighters. And throughout all of that those arms remained around her, caressing her frame.

It didn't take long for the alcohol to hit harder, and suddenly everything was black.

***

Her head was throbbing.

She wanted to keep her face hidden in the pillow and regret all of her bad decisions.

Too bad her bad decisions hit her in the face when she smelled the pillows.

Those weren't hers.

Her pillows didn't smell like a mix of sandalwood and orange, they smelled like lavender and raspberry.

Something was wrong.

When her eyes opened and she took a look around the bedroom (thanking the gods for the closed curtains) she noticed something important.

This wasn't her bedroom, nor her friend's bedroom.

And those weren't her pyjamas.

She looked around, trying to find something that would tell her where she was, but nothing. Absolutely nothing gave her a sign to where the fuck she has gotten herself into.

So she decided to open the door, and the smell of coffee and sweets intoxicated her, pulling her towards it.

“Good morning”

She was startled, and her eyes widened when she found that soft smile staring back at her from the kitchen table.

Her entire body stiffened, she felt like a deer in front of headlights.

How the fuck did she get herself into Lucy Donato’s place? And why wasn't she freaking out about this?

“How did I—”

“You sort of crashed into here drunk last night, so I took it upon myself to keep you safe” she took a sip from her coffee, examining her “Also, I got breakfast from a bakery a few blocks down here, hope you don't mind, I don't really cook and didn't want to murder you from scrambled eggs”

Taylor laughed.

Why did she laugh?

She was supposed to hate this woman, she was supposed to wish her utter demise and instead, instead she sat down on the table and ate a Pain au Chocolat, moaning at the richness of the chocolate.

She apologized for that, and ducked her head a little as she got herself a cup of coffee.

“Oh don't worry, the pastries are good, I almost whined when I had their madeleines” they chuckled, but Taylor was still feeling embarrassed.

“Look, I don't know how I got here but I'm so sorry I didn't mean to—” she stopped when she felt the blonde’s hand on top of hers, a light but warm touch.

“I should be the one to be sorry really, what you said last night… I deserved it”

She didn't understand what she was talking about, not yet anyways.

“What happened between me and Buck was unacceptable, no matter from where you looked at it”

And oh well, so that explains it.

The anger was still there, she knew it, but there was a bigger need inside her heart now. She needed to talk about things.

And is not like her friend wasn't helpful, but she didn't seem to understand her predicament, not in the way Taylor needed.

“I, I don't remember much of last night, but… I think I'd like to talk to you about it, if that's okay”

The way Lucy tilted her head and smiled at her made her feel… weird.

Warm? Comforted? Safe?

“Sure, at least you will get to remember this one”

And she did.

She got to keep the hours of the morning spent on conversations around her ex and her feelings, around her story and her troubles with love.

She probably shouldn't have told all of that to a stranger.

But Lucy Donato wasn't a stranger, not anymore.