Hey guys! I'm so sorry it's taken so long for an update, a lot of stuff has been happening. Between other stories, and then personal issues, and school stuff, It's been hard. I had to do and send in all my college applications, and I've been getting swamped with schoolwork. On top of that, my grandmother was in the hospital and there was a time when we thought we'd loose her (but she's ok now!) and more recently, my older sister was in a car accident at college, so we went down there to be with her. She was in the hospital a few days, a few broken bones and a concussion. She could have been a lot worse, and I'm just so glad it wasn't, it was terrifying, getting the call, and the ride down there was so nerve wracking. However, now that things are kind of settling down (besides the school work), I had time to write. This story is actually becoming my first priority now. I just adore Maylor, they make me so happy. So I'm going to stop talking now, and let you read! I hope you are still reading!

Enjoy, let me know what you think in a review!

-Livvy


When Taylor woke, the alarm they'd set still hadn't gone off, but that was fine with her. She woke to the most beautiful sight.

Moving slowly from the bed, she pulled the sweats and t-shirt she'd brought on, then sat on the bed and watched Miley.

She lay, with her head on the pillow, her soft wavy brown hair shiny and framing her face, a sea of brown on the white sheets. During their sleep, they'd kicked the sheets off of the bed, so she was uncovered. Miley was so embarrassed about her body, and everything for that matter, but Taylor thought it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

Her petite frame, her beautiful hair, her deep blue sparkly eyes. Her soft, full lips, the cute nose. Her neck, her everything. One thing Miley was especially self conscience about was her chest - though it was true that er breasts were slightly disproportionate to the rest of her body, and were big for her tiny frame, Taylor saw nothing to be ashamed of. She happened to love Miley's chest-and not just as a sex object. She loved everything about that girl, whatever flaws Miley thought she had included. Taylor watched as Miley turned to her side, trying to cuddle up to someone who wasn't there. She looked adorable, as her face scrunched in confusion and she pouted, her eyes slowly opening, and she yawned, sleepily.

"Taytayyyy," She whined, and Taylor laughed at the new nickname. "Come back here." Miley demanded, pouting at her.

"What if your mom gets home, baby?" Taylor asked, gently running her fingers through Miley's hair.

Miley simply pouted, and so Taylor got up, locked Miley's bedroom door, and then went and got her a t-shirt and flannel pajama pants, then went back. "Then at least get dressed in case she gets home." Taylor said. Miley sighed, but sat up, and held her arms up. Laughing, Taylor helpfully pulled the shirt over her head, and then slid the pants up her legs, and then crawled back in to bed with her. Miley smiled happily, and curled up close to her, one of her legs sprawled across Taylor's legs, her head resting on Taylor's shoulder, right in the crook of her neck, and Taylor's arms around her, her's around Taylor. "You are very cuddly." Taylor said, sliding her hand under Miley's shirt to trail her fingers across Miley's bare skin.

Miley shivered and cuddled closer to her, shrugging. "I like cuddling. I like being held."

"I know," Taylor murmured, kissing her forehead. "Not complaining."

Miley smiled, snuggling closer to her. "I love you."

"I love you too." Taylor said, "Now sleep, baby, rest."

Miley listened, shutting her eyes and snuggling to Taylor, falling in to a deep comforting sleep.

When Miley woke up again a few hours later, she was alone. She rolled out of bed and into her bathroom to clean up and use the toilet, then walked out of her bedroom, downstairs. The smell of pancakes was in the air, and Miley's stomach growled.

Entering the kitchen, she saw Noah and Taylor at the island, and her mom at the stove.

Though Miley was silent as she entered, Taylor looked up right away, as though she could sense her, and smiled. Tish looked over as Miley came in, and smiled, "Hey there sleepyhead," She teased, holding an arm out, and Miley walked over to her, putting an arm around her mother's waist. Tish put an arm around Miley's shoulder's, hugging her close and kissing her forehead, as she held a spatula in the other hand.

"You sleep well last night?" Tish asked.

Miley nodded, "Yea, better then recently."

"Good." Tish said, "The past week you've been talking in your sleep and tossing and turning," Tish said.

"Talking in my sleep?" Miley asked, alarmed, as she sat on the stool next to Taylor.

"Yea, mumbling things about not leaving, I don't know I couldn't make sense of it. Want some pancakes?"

Miley's stomach audibly growled then, and the four girls laughed, and Tish said, "I'll take that as a yes. Oh, your daddy called earlier when you were sleeping, so call him sometime today."

"Ok," Miley said, as her mother put a plate in front of her. Miley grabbed the syrup and deposited about half of the bottle on to her pancakes, as Noah and Taylor watched, laughing. Tish turned around and gave her a look, sighing.

Miley grinned innocently, beginning to eat. One hand in her lap as she ate with the other hand, she reached over for Taylor's hand, resting in the blond's lap. She laced their hands together, squeezing lightly, Taylor squeezing back before they let go.

"What's the plan for today?" Tish asked, leaning against the counter top of the island with her coffee.

Miley shrugged, swallowing her food, before asking Taylor, "Do you have to go home?"

Taylor shook her head, "Not till later."

Miley smiled, "Hanging out with Taylor."

"You girls wanna go shopping?"

Taylor and Miley looked at each other, grinning, "Sure!"

Miley, Taylor, Tish, and Noah arrived back at the Cyrus' house around dinner time, laden with bags, and having had a fun time. Taylor and Miley had 'lost' Tish and Noah, and armed with clothes got one dressing room, where they did try on clothes, but also had a little fun making out.

Miley helped Taylor put all her bags in to her car, and then Taylor helped Miley bring her's up to her room, they locked the door behind them, and fell on to Miley's bed, a tangled mass of limbs.

"I have to go soon," Taylor said softly, combing her fingers gently through Miley's hair.

Miley's smile vanished. "I know."

Taylor kissed her gently so that a small smile again graced Miley's face. "It's going to be ok." Taylor said.

Miley said nothing, and just cuddled closer to Taylor, burying her face against her neck.

"When everyone knows," Miley said, moving her head away to look at her girlfriend, "Promise me that we'll go somewhere tropical, just the two of us, for at least a week."

Smiling softly, Taylor said, "I promise."

Miley held out her pinky, and smiling wider, Taylor locked their pinkies together and they pinky swore.

"When?" Miley said then, looking at her ceiling.

"When what?"

"When will you be ok with telling people?" Miley said, and Taylor was aggravated to hear the tone back in Miley's voice. The 'you don't love me' tone. Taylor said nothing, and then sighed in annoyance as Miley rolled away from her, sitting up, looking down at her. Taylor sat up too, and looked at her.

"You know," Miley said, "Accepting the fact that I was bi, was pretty hard for me. And when I finally did, I told myself that I wouldn't sacrifice anything I want. I still want to...to get married, and have a family, Taylor. At this point, I honestly don't give a shit about what anyone besides my family thinks. I love you more then anything, I want to be able to go on dates, and go out together and act like what we are. I want to be able to have a normal relationship."

"That's part of the reason I'm afraid, Miley," Taylor said, "What if my family hates me?"

"They won't." Miley said with confidence.

"How do you know?" Taylor said, voice breaking. Her biggest fear finally revealed, she watched as Miley turned to look at her, panicking when she was the tears shinning in Taylor's eyes.

"Tay, don't cry," She begged, wrapping her arms around her, holding her close. "I know...because I just do! Because how could they think this is wrong, when it's clearly so right? How can they hate us for love? I just know we're meant to be together, and I know they'll see it. I promise you, I promise."

Even though Taylor knew Miley couldn't promise what her parents would say and do, the passion in her voice as she spoke made Taylor believe her. Wiping her eyes, she looked Miley right in the eye. "Before the new year," She promised. "Okay? We'll tell our families before Christmas, and everyone else before the new year."

Miley smiled, and nodded, "If you're sure."

"I'm sure about you," Taylor said, hand gently resting on Miley's cheek. "Nothing else matters." She added softly, before kissing her.

The two remained together for a while, before they reluctantly parted.

Over the next few days, they spent as much time as possible together, and Tish noticed the change in Miley's mood. Thoughts nagged at her, she wanted desperately to talk to Miley about the things she noticed, but never did, deciding it would happen when the time was right.

Taylor was so happy, seeing how lighthearted and happy Miley was. They went riding through the Cyrus' large plot of land, Miley laughing and grinning widely as the wind whipped her long locks of hair out behind her.

On the final day before Miley had to go back to her tour, the two rode out deep in to Miley's dad's land, to a small pond, where there was a small waterfall. securing the horses to a tree, They got off of the horses, and Miley pulled the blanket she'd brought from the bag, and they lay it out on the ground, and then lay down atop it, Miley curling close to Taylor's body. The two lay in silence for a long while, listening to the soft wind on the trees, snuggling together against the cold. As Taylor absently pulled her fingers gently through Miley's hair in a comforting motion, Miley spoke.

"Sometimes I regret it." Miley said softly in to the peaceful silence that surrounded them, revealing something she'd always been afraid to say out loud.

"What?" Taylor asked softly.

"Signing with Disney. Becoming famous. I miss how before, I was Miley, not Miley Cyrus, teen pop star. I love performing and singing and acting...I love my fans...but sometimes, the bad outweighs the good. Sometimes, I just wanna run away, from all the haters, the complainers, the company, the paparazzi. I miss when I could just be Miley. I feel like sometimes, I'm going to loose myself, Taylor. I'm so afraid." Miley said.

"You won't ever loose yourself," Taylor assured her, shifting them so she hovered over Miley, looking down at her straight in to her eyes, "I won't let that happen. And you wont ever be just Miley to me, baby...you're my Miley. My everything."

"I wish you could come with me." Miley whispered, her eyes closing as they filled with tears, dripping over. Taylor leaned down, pressing soft kisses to Miley's face, kissing her tears away. "I do too, but I can't. But it'll be ok, I promise you that. And your birthday isn't far off, and I promise promise promise I will be there. It's going to be ok, Miley Ray. It will be."

Miley said nothing, eventually calmed down again, and she just lay there, staring up at Taylor, their eyes locked to one another's. Taylor noticed as the playful gleam fell in to Miley's eye, and she asked, holding back giggles, "Guess what we get to have?"

"What...?" Taylor inquired.

"Birthday sex," Miley laughed, and then Taylor laughed with her, loving seeing the smile on Miley's face.

"Oh of course," Taylor said, "Gotta make you scream in your seventeenth year...even though I make you scream all the time." Taylor smirked. Miley flushed, but shrugged,

"It's not my fault you're so good at loving me and making me feel good," Miley said, "And It's not my fault I'm vocal."

"I never said I minded," Taylor said, mouth right at her ear, nibbling softly at it, "I like making you moan, and scream, and whimper. I love all your sex noises. We'll have to try something new on your birthday," Taylor decided, smirking seductively.

Miley let out a moan, running her fingers through the blond locks, pulling Taylor's lips down to hers. When the kiss broke, Miley sighed, "I hate how we have to be apart for so long all the time. I miss your hugs, and kisses, and seeing you. I feel like I'm lost without you."

"I'm always only a phone call away, baby," Taylor said softly, stroking Miley's face. "Whenever you need me."

"I feel like I need you so much more then you need me." Miley confided quietly.

"I need you Miley. I need you so much. Maybe not at the same time, maybe not in the same ways, but god I need you. Without you, I don't know what I'd do." Taylor said, and the intensity of her voice made Miley believe her. The two lay in silence for a while longer, before Miley, beet red, spoke.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked. Taylor, looking at her, saw how flushed she was, and, intrigued, nodded.

"Of course."

Eyes looking anywhere but Taylor, Miley struggled out what she wanted to ask. "When we can't be together, you know...physically, make love...do you...like...do you..." Miley struggled.

"Pleasure myself?" Taylor supplied, awing inside over how adorable Miley was when embarrassed.

Miley nodded, grateful as she hadn't known how to phrase it.

"Sometimes," Taylor said, "When it gets too far to ignore. Why?" Miley shrugged, still looking anywhere but her girlfriend. "Have you...?" Taylor asked, interested as to why this was brought up.

"I can't." Miley said quietly.

"Why?"

"Because I feel weird!" Miley said, "It feels awkward, like I don't know what I'm doing."

"Just think about us," Taylor said softly, "About when we make love. Think about what you do to me to make me feel good, and what I do to you. When I do it, you are all that's on my mind."

Just then, the alarm on her phone that Miley had set in order to give them time to get back interrupted them, though neither of them moved for a moment, before Miley sighed. Taylor still did not get off of her, but said, "Try, it'll make things a little easier. Ok?"

Miley nodded, and Taylor smiled, kissing her, before they both got up, and reluctantly got back on the horses, and headed back, where they parted for the last time until Miley's birthday.