BAD BLOOD

“Yes, but that’s because I feel like it’s just because it’s still you and me, just more.” Greenleigh tried to express how she felt about their relationship seemingly easily growing beyond only sex and friendship to being boyfriend and girlfriend. She rolled her eyes about his cleverness. “That’s what I meant, you dork.” She shook her head. “Um, thank you, but I don’t think I’m going to go into anything that will require your managerial skills. What career do you think fits my skill set and obvious charm?” She didn’t voice tonight that she didn’t want to be his assistant forever, and she knew she’d be moving on from the job eventually, whether it was because she wanted more for herself or because things hadn’t worked out with the two of them in their personal life.

She shook her head again about the phrasing. “No, I think it’s just a like, thing, I don’t know.” No matter how long they had been sleeping together, it still made her feel amazed and truly blessed every time Taylor made her unravel so strongly with his tongue, further entertained and pleased by how much time he liked to spend performing that sex act. She tried to shrug her shoulders slightly, not an easy task when the rest of her body seemed to be enraptured by his touch. “I don’t know about that, my dreams are pretty wild. Do you think you can handle it?” She laughed softly then, amused by his presumptuous evaluation of the crowd they were about to join, “Is there some contest tonight for hottest couple that I wasn’t aware of?” Her eyes sparkled with eroticized mirth at his delight. “Of course you don’t want to play safe, all this is playing into all those public play fantasies you’re always telling me about.” A little part of her wished they weren’t going to a boring work event, but she’d signed on for all this when they’d agreed to take things to the next level.

“so is the more what calms you down about it all?” he wondered out loud. smiling, taylor shrugged, “bite your tongue, don’t speak to me like that!” he teasingly uttered his smile quickly turning to a frown as she mentioned not needing his skill set. “i work hard to give you these options, and now you say you don’t need me?” the male huffed shaking his head, “yet here you are asking me for suggestions. cheerleader is the only suggestion you’ll get for me until you confess how much you need me.” the truth was greenleigh could get into and succeed at whatever her heart desired and taylor was sure the femme knew that, and he was also sure she knows that he’s well aware of that.

“a thing.” he repeated, light laughter leaving his pink lips as he eyed greenleigh. his hands continued to stroke her skin, sweat building at the nape of his neck despite the car being cool. the man had completely shut out the driver, the only thing on his mind being the woman in front of him. “is that so?” he wiggled his eyebrow, his back straightening as he became more and more intrigued at the dreams running through her mind. nodding his head, taylor went along with greenleigh’s sarcastic question, “obviously! isn’t there always a prize for the hottest couple and typically that’s us and our prize? leaving early to reside in our little bubble which i love so much!” he confessed leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to the other’s lips. “you know me so well!” the man mused, finding it all the more amusing that his girlfriend knew exactly what he was doing. the car came to a stop in that moment, the driver thankfully remaining quiet as taylor went on. “quite manipulative of me, ain’t it? i guess it’ll be a dirty night for us.” he winked, “what are you more in the mood for? people watching or people overhearing?” he rhetorically asked. the truth of it all was taylor would never request as much at a work event with as many people he knew would be attending tonight. “are we here?” he asked the driver eyes still locked on the brunette. at the hum from the driver, taylor nodded pressing yet another kiss to greenleigh’s lips before sliding out the car. walking around, he would open the door for greenleigh to step out, his hand out awaiting hers to take.

Greenleigh shook her head. “I told you I don’t really know how to do the whole romance thing, but I can try to say out loud a little more of what I feel when we’re together?” Actually verbalizing what she felt in the moment with him seemed rather frightening, afraid that she’d say the wrong thing, to upset him, or to say too much, and reveal her hand in the times she felt growing adoration for him. Her smile warmed at the sweetness behind his cheer idea. “That’s actually incredibly sweet, and of course not at all a clever way for you to get sports tickets, but I think I lack the athletic ability to be a professional cheerleader, so I think I’ll choose another career path, thank you. We’ve already crossed off model and cheerleader so far tonight, but I’m sure there’s lots of other options out there.” She laughed fondly at the idea of Taylor somehow thinking over everything he said first, because most of his wacky comments seemed to her to emerge from him so quickly. “Your brain sounds like an interesting place, Mr. Knight." 

She shook her head about the phrasing. "I’m glad you like it, but I can’t take credit for coining that phrase.” She whined softly about his tongue, her whole body flushing in reaction to his words and attentions. “I was kind of looking forward to your entire body, but I ‘spose I’ll take that.” Her hand reached out to try to take hold of the wrist of his exploring hand, even as her hips sought out his touch. “You can’t go getting all worked up either. In fact, dare I say you have a quite impressive asset to show off if you get all hot and bothered in public. I can keep it all quite buckled down, under wraps, even if I’m dripping for you.” She hoped her words would ignite a spark in him, even if only for a little payback for Taylor working her up on the ride to the event, knowing that she’d be left dangling on the edge when they arrived at their destination.

“you say that but i don’t actually believe it anymore.” taylor smirked, “we’ve been smashing this relationship thing, don’t you think?” he raised a perfectly manicured brow, a smirk forming on his lips as he awaited an answer from her. “i think you’ve been good with voicing your feelings a good amount.” taylor confessed, “just incase my comment made you doubt so.” the male smiled. “how is that not clever? that’s the most clever suggestion i’ve ever given you!” taylor almost shouted, amusement resonating in his tone. “i think this conversation is a much better conversation than the one i will not speak.” he muttered thinking back to the conversation when he may or may not have called her an escort. “what other options are you thinking? if you come up with anything good, i just may have to manage you.” he giggled, nodding his head as he pressed a kiss to his hand to lay it on his forehead.

“is it right for me to assume that one of your friends came up with the phrase?” he asked, knowing that she only felt comfortable having conversations about that stuff with less than a handful of people. a smirk formed on his lips as she voiced her preference for his whole body although she knew how much he enjoyed getting the reaction from her solely from his tongue. “if you’re good enough, i’ll be fulfilling your wildest dreams.” he promised. swallowing loudly at her words, taylor couldn’t help the smile on his lips as he hung on every word that would slip her lips. “why not send your hot boyfriend fully strapped into a room full of of unfit men and women with shitty sex lives desperate for a good fuck. ” taylor retorted, giggling. he couldn’t help licking his lips at the thought of greenleigh wet and counting down the moment until they were back home and involved in sinful activities.  “perhaps,” taylor hummed, “but what’s the fun in playing things safe?”

Greenleigh stuck her tongue out at him, though her eyes shined with the same shared admiration. “One, I think you know that I think every month should be the month of love, if you’re in love with someone. And two, we both know that there is only one truly romantic person in this relationship, and we both know it isn’t me. So, I defer to Mr. Romantic.” She shook her head about the cheerleading, answering honestly, even though his comment had been a joke, “Well, they didn’t feel that way when I tried out back in high school, so I guess we’ll never know, outside of me and you playtime.”. She looked at Taylor wide-eyed when he crafted such an odd tale. “Okay, I really like you, but sometimes I just have no fucking clue where you come up with stuff in that mind of yours.” His lingering touch and whispered tone only made her squirm more for him. “Never mind, I’m not going to need a fake excuse, because if you keep touching me, and looking at me like that, I’m going to end up with a major case of blue clit, and I’ll be all frustrated and chomping at the bit to leave so that we can go back home so that you can attend to my needs.”

“Ridiculous, are you trying to turn me into a romantic? It doesn’t work like that, you’ve just made that rule up in your head.” Taylor laughed. Scoffing at her second point Taylor just continued to scoff and shake his head without actual verbal denial. It was true, he was very much a romantic but he enjoyed thinking that it wasn’t all him -- but also circumstance. “I mean, I’m sure there’s other cheer teams, I mean how about you try out for some sports cheer teams? That way, you’ll get the recognition and answer you deserve and I’m able to go to the games and support you by cheering you on.” The male batted his long lashes with a smug smile on his lips. “I have mini conversations in my mind before I say something that makes you think what the fuck.” he jokingly uttered. “I’m kind of enjoying that idea. Original words, blue clit, wow, 10/10 but also hot.” He huskily murmured as he moved his lips to her ears. “Control yourself, babe, there will be plenty of time for my tongue to trail your body tonight.” He promisingly muttered as his hand continued to rise up her inner thigh and his tongue poked out flicking against her ear. “I love getting you to this point.” He whispered, smiling, “It’s going to be a good night.” He promised as his fingers glided over her clothed heat.

Greenleigh shook her head about the list. “No, you’re very lovable, trust me. It’s a list that I don’t want us to ever stop filling up with us-y things,” she laughed softly at the weird wording. She smiled proudly about his confidence, leaning into him a little. “I’m happy to hear you value me and my cheerleader skills.” She rolled her eyes though about an early departure. “And what imaginary ailment shall I start coming down with now?” She squirmed beneath his touch. “Not so worried about winning hearts or catching eyes. Right now, I’m more worried about Mr. Knight and his amazing wandering fingers.”

“us-y things? don’t be so romantic, it isn’t the month of love.” he smirked, eyes filled with admiration. “of course, i value you and your cheerleading skills, and i’d probably love it even more if you were wearing an actual cheerleading outfit. you would’ve been a hot cheerleader in high school. annoying...but hot.” he joked, laughing as he pressed his lips to her temple. “Hmm, how about something dramatic yet funny. Something like your cat locking your mom in the bathroom while shes having an allergic reaction to the dog that was locked in there.” taylor humorously shrugged. watching his fingers linger on the femme’s skin, the male’s eyes watched the way the danced on thighs, grazing his teeth over his bottom lip, “are they bothering you? i thought you liked being touched.” he spoke in a whisper, eyes finally turning up to look at greenleigh.

Greenleigh just grinned at him and shook her head fondly, fully embracing his cheesiness. She thought she’d embrace any part of him that he revealed to her, hoping that she could at least offer him unconditional friendship, even if things didn’t work out between them romantically. Even more so, the light-hearted parts of him encouraged her to be the same, one of the many things about Taylor that made her feel safe and at ease. She shook her head, smiling softly about the joke. “No, it’s kind of endearing at this point. It’s just one of our growing list of couple places and things.” She reached gently for his right hand with her left one as the car pulled forward. “So, how are we, meaning you, feeling about tonight? Do I need to break out a pep talk or anything? I feel like I’m still trying to find the whole assistant/girlfriend balance at the right times.”

It was still very surprising that things were going so well between the two of them. They were opposites in so many ways yet they connected so easily, their worlds easily matched like puzzle pieces. “Growing lists. Is that list not full yet? Am I not being as lovable as I assumed I am.” He teased, leaning forward to press a wet kiss to her cheek. Shaking his head, Taylor smiled, wrapping an arm around Greenleigh’s neck, “No, it’s fine, I’m fine.” He assured her, “I don’t get nervous about these things, I know how to do my job. As both my assistant and my girlfriend, you’re going to do great keeping me energized enough to speak to those people.” He breathed exasperatedly, “And if not, I can always blame my early departure on you.” He jokingly added. “How are you feeling? Ready to win hearts tonight? You definitely will be catching eyes.” He murmured letting his fingers drag down her thigh.

Greenleigh nodded emphatically about challenging him. “You bet I am.” She rolled her eyes at his compliment. “One, you are so incredibly cheesy, and two, no, you dork, I am not making a living breaking cameras on the side.” It was nights like this that always brought back the liquor-hazed memories of that first night with Taylor. “You know, we’re gonna be married like 50 years, and you’re still going to be cracking the escort joke,” she mentioned probably much too casually as she got into the back of the towncar after he had opened the door for her.

“I’ve always been cheesy, it’s not news to you.” The male mused, a smug smile on his lips as he watched the brunette. The fact that she knew this part of him and still haven’t walked away still made Taylor feel euphoric. He hadn’t dated enough people who were open to getting to know him enough to make him comfortable with this part of him. Laughing loudly, complete amusement plaguing his features, Taylor threw his head back, a hand on his stomach, “Never!” He finally breathed climbing into the backseat along side Greenleigh, “Do you never wanna hear another escort joke is the real question and quite honestly, your answer doesn’t really matter.” He casually mumbled closing the door behind himself.

Greenleigh flushed deeply at the thought of Taylor touching her anywhere that wasn’t completely innocent in the coming evening, even slightly adjacent to a room full of people, though she was happy he didn’t seem to want her to change after all. “You will do no such thing!” She swallowed deeply, thinking about the implications of his threat as he looked at her like that, part of her wanting to dilly-dally, just for the sake of it. However, regretfully, she knew they had places to go, and people to see, so she turned so that she could pick her bag up and they could head out. “Do you see me? This is me headed toward the door, full march.”

“Are you challenging me?” Taylor inquired, with the raise of a bushy brow. Taking a second to eye the brunette, he took a deep breath as she reached for her items, holding back a giggle as she headed towards the door. Taylor adored Greenleigh’s playful side, always lightening him up a little more than before. “Those models on that Top Model show has nothing on you.” He muttered in tow, locking the door behind them as they exited the house. “You sure you don’t have a side job outside of working for me?” He asked with a smirk as he opened the door for the femme.

Greenleigh scoffed, getting another pet name in before they had to be in public, “Daddy, nobody’s stealing anybody from anybody. I’m all yours.”. She swayed in her heels, unsure if he was serious or not about making her change, as some of her confidence shifted into something slightly more submissive, in case Taylor wanted to pick out her outfit for her, “What do you want me to wear? An old potato sack? Um, I mean, did you want us to find something else, together?”. She took his hand when it was offered, squeezing it gently as he spoke of the hearts in his eyes, answering earnestly, “I would feel them, and that’s all that matters to me.”.

Humming, Greenleigh knew exactly what to say to Taylor to make him serene, which was amazing, but she knew just as much to make him wild. Without a second thought and with his woman in his arms, he shook his head, “No, it’s perfect for me to touch all the spots that make you wild.” He winked, a chuckle leaving his lips. “I’d give you something else to feel if you aren’t out that door in 5 minutes.” The male warned, all playfulness vanished from his features.

“Would you rather have a diamond on your arm tonight, or a lump of coal? Quality takes time. Besides, you work better a little pre-lubricated.” Greenleigh nodded toward Taylor’s drink as she clasped her earring. She swept her hands down her dress. “Do I pass girlfriend inspection?”

Greenleigh’s words made Taylor smirk, the male dropping his head with a shake of it. He loved her bite, how every time he would say something she would have something that would make him choke on his drink on the tip of her tongue. “You passed girlfriend inspection months ago.” The male sighed, “But you look gorgeous, baby. Now go change.” He demanded, “If one of those guys end up stealing you from me in that dress then I will live out the rest of my days in self-loathe in jail for killing them all.” The male joked, lifting from his seat, putting his hand out for Greenleigh’s hand, “I’m not sure if you can see the hearts in my eyes from there.”