*Before I begin this chapter I should probably warn you all that the rating has changed, and if you aren't one for reading sexual scenes then I suggest you skip the chapter.*

Laura wrapped her arms around Taylor's waist and locked her fingers together; pulling the blonde in closer and she kissed her for the second time.

'Don't speak', she had whispered, afraid that if their lips broke apart, Taylor would freak out and disappear again.

After what was only a few seconds but felt like a lifetime, Laura broke the kiss and pulled back slightly so that she could see Taylor properly. Her eyes were closed and still red from when she had been crying. She didn't want to stop the kiss, but she was scared that some of their other cast mates would see them together.

"I think I should go." Taylor whispered, opening her eyes and peering down at the ground.

"You don't have to…you could come back inside. Or we could go back to my place if you want? And talk?"

Taylor thought for a moment. "I don't know if that's a good idea."

Of course she wanted to go back to Laura's, and if they hadn't just kissed then she would've said yes. But Laura seemed so calm about the whole situation, and Taylor was a worried that if she went back with the dark haired woman, they wouldn't just 'talk'.

"Come on, unless you wanna talk this out right now? Where certain fellow cast mates could be listening?" Laura folded her arms and smirked slightly, knowing that Natasha would go crazy if she knew what'd just happened.

God Taylor hated it when Laura knew she was right. Although, she couldn't deny that it turned her on as well.

"Fine. I'll call a cab."

"No need. I have my car out front."

"You've been drinking?"

"I've had 3 drinks, I feel fine. I don't even live that far away."

"What are we going to tell Jenji?" Taylor asked, realising that she was trying to find any excuse not to go home with her co-worker.

"Take my car keys and go get in the car. It's the Black Mercedes Benz that's parked by the garage. It's the only one so you won't have a problem finding it. I'll go tell Jenji I'm talking you home because you aren't feeling too good. Problem solved."

"Don't you feel guilty leaving her party early?" Taylor questioned.

Laura raised her eyebrow and stared at the blonde. God she found that sexy, and so so intimidating.

"Fine." She and took the keys from Laura, then disappeared into the darkness.

Laura went back into the house, searching for Jenji. The last time she'd saw the bright haired woman, she had been more than a little intoxicated, laughing and joking with her friends. She looked all over but she couldn't find her anywhere. Not wanting to waste any more time in the house, she decided on telling the first person she could find.

Natasha. Fucking typical.

Gritting her teeth, she took a deep breath and walked over to her.

"Prepon!" She shouted, the smell of booze hitting Laura in the face.

"Hey could you do me a favour? Taylors not feeling too good and I offered to drive her home, if you find Jenji could you let her know? I don't want her thinking that we bailed on her." Telling this to Natasha was the last thing she wanted, but it didn't seem like she had any other choice. She got on with Tash like a house on fire, but she knew that this would only lead to speculation from her.

"Sure thinggggg, have fun dude."

Before Laura could leave, she felt a hand on her forearm. "Hey, what happened between you two back there?"

"I told you, she didn't feel too good. She felt sick and she had to get out of the house for some air."

Tash gave her a confused look. "Yeah, rightttt."

Laura rolled her eyes and made her way to the front door. In many ways, Natasha was a lot like her character. Always making fun of people and assuming the worst. She found her car and opened the door, getting inside. Taylor was sat in the passenger seat, looking straight ahead of her as her eyes stared out of the window.

The whole drive home was spent in silence and Laura didn't know what to say in fear of freaking out the blonde.

"We're here." Laura said, pulling up in the driveway and shutting off the engine.

The two of them got out of the car and Laura led the up to the house. Inside, Laura kicked off her shoes and hung her jacket on the hook beside the door.

"Want a drink?" She asked, her voice echoing as she disappeared down the hall and into the kitchen.

"Um, yeah. Please." Taylor stuttered. She stood in the hallway and looked around, gazing at the size of the house. It was beautiful.

"You gonna stand there all night?" Laura asked, popping her head around the doorframe to see Taylor frozen on the spot.

Taylor was shaken from her thoughts and she turned her head towards Laura, smiling slightly. "Sorry, it's just…your house is beautiful."

Laura smirked. "Thanks."

Taylor walked into the kitchen and sat down at the kitchen island in the middle of the room. A glass of whisky was set down on the table in front of her.

"I don't know if you like it or not, but it's the only short I have in the house right now."

"It's fine, thank you."

Laura sat down on the opposite side of the counter and rested her chin on her hand. Taylor looked nervous and fiddled with the glass in front of her, doing everything she could to avoid eye contact.

"So, looks like we need to talk."

Taylor rubbed her forehead, thinking carefully about what she was going to say next.

"I'm sorry for going off on a rant. I just freaked out."

"Clearly." Laura smirked.

Taylor glared at her, giving her the 'now is not the time for your cocky obnoxious attitude' look.

"Okay I'm sorry." Laura spoke, realising that now was not the time for light-hearted humour. "Look, I like you okay." She reached out and grabbed Taylor's hand gently.

"The singing was a joke, and I'm sorry that it made you uncomfortable. You make me nervous as hell, and the only way I can hide that is by acting overly confident. Second of all, I meant every single one of those compliments that I gave you. I wouldn't have said it If I didn't mean them. We've only know each other for a little more than a day, but I really do like you. I'm sorry for kissing you if that's not what you wanted."

"I've never had feelings like these for a woman before." Taylor stated simply.

"I don't even know why they're so strong when I've known you less than 48 hours and I don't even know anything about you."

Laura squeezed her hand for reassurance. "What do you wanna know?"

"I don't know, anything. Just tell me about yourself."

"Okay…I was born on March 7th in New Jersey and I have 4 older siblings. My mom was a high school teacher and my dad was an orthopaedic surgeon, he died when I was 13 years old." Taylor tightened her grip on the brunette's hand. "I started out studying drama in New York when I was 16 and then I lived in London for a couple of years. I was a part of That 70's Show for 7 years and I've worked on a couple of other projects and films. I'm also a scientologist which is essentially the study of knowledge and truth."

Laura paused. "I don't exactly know what else to say, I'm a pretty boring person." She laughed.

"Don't be silly, I like to learn new things about people."

Taylor mentally kicked herself for being nervous as it was so unlike her. Eventually, the two of them became a little more relaxed as the tension was eased by light conversation and subtle touches of each other's hands.

"Why're you so shy around me?" Laura asked, picking up on Taylor's lack of confidence that evening.

She laughed nervously and shrugged her shoulders a little. "I really don't know, this never usually happens. I only ever get nervous if I see someone that I find incredibly good looking…you see what you've done to me?" The little bit of confidence that she suddenly gained gave her an adrenaline rush, and she knew she was beginning to get back to her old self.

Laura got up off the chair and walked around to the other side of the counter, standing behind Taylor. She placed her hands on her shoulders and began to massage slowly. "You know, this always makes me a little less tense."

Taylor closed her eyes and let out a breath she didn't even know she had been holding. For the second time that night, her head began to spin as she let the dark haired woman take over her thoughts. How could someone be so intoxicating? She cocked her head from side to side and found that she was beginning to be a lot more relaxed that she was when she had first entered the house.

"Feeling any better?" The deep, husky voice of Laura's sent a shiver running down her spine like a bolt of electricity.

"Mhm." Was all she managed to mutter.

"See." The warmth of Laura's voice hit Taylor's neck as she came closer. "I told you it always works."

She felt Laura's lips on the side of her neck and she closed her eyes once more. As much as she didn't want to enjoy it, she couldn't deny that she had never been this attracted to anyone before. Not even ex-boyfriend's that she'd had.

"Laura." She warned as she felt one of her hands sneak under her arm and across her chest. Ignoring the warning, she groaned her right breast gently and Taylor gasped.

Any other time, Taylor would've stood her ground and stopped it there and then. She wasn't one for getting this…involved, with someone so quickly. However, the person behind her wasn't one of those other men who didn't have a clue what they were doing. No, the person behind her was a tall, hot brunette who knew exactly what she was doing. She was driving Taylor crazy.

Taylor slid off the chair and spun around, leaning against the kitchen counter, pulling Laura in as their lips connected. Like a pair of teenagers on their first date, her hands roamed across her body as they kissed frantically, needing to be closer to one another. As Laura's body crashed against her own, Taylor felt a pain shoot across the bottom of her back as she was pinned up against the counter but it only added to the excitement and adrenaline that she was already feeling.

One of Laura's knees' slid in between Taylor's legs, pressing tightly up against her centre. Taylor's head dipped back slowly as she let out a small moan in Laura's mouth.

"So fucking hot." Laura smirked.

Laura's hand slid up under the blonde's shirt and she gasped as the cold palm hit her stomach. In that moment, she realised that she needed nothing more than to be with the brunette. Preferably, underneath her.

At the peak of their make-out session, Laura pulled back and rested her forehead on Taylor's.

"I don't wanna do it here."

"What?"

Laura kissed her nose.

"I don't wanna have sex with you against a kitchen counter." She kissed Taylor's fingertips, one at a time.

"Upstairs, now."