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[Taylor Caroline Becks]

Taylor was usually a fairly level headed girl and even when her emotions flared she could still retain some sense of control over her logic. She didn’t like to let her impulses dictate what she did or when she did it and spontaneity was a rare occurrence for the sensible doctor. However, another bad day at work and another short fight with Drake and she had snapped.
She wanted life to be simple again, but nothing of the sort would grace her. Angrily, she arrived home, carelessly throwing her keys and bag on the sofa without casting another glance at them as she made her way to her room, shedding the professional shirt, waistcoat and tailored black trousers the second she was in the warm bedroom on the upper tier of her loft.
Tonight, she wanted to forget about everything and forget about being the responsible doctor she was normally. She didn’t want to be the woman who spent her daily hours in the morgue dealing with matters of hospital business that no one else cared to think about. She didn’t want to spend the evening still smelling the sterile equipment, feeling the talc of the latex gloves or blowing away the ashes leaked from the incinerator.

No, tonight she wanted to be eighteen again, when she was allowed to foul up and act like the whole world was at her feet. She wanted to pretend that these troubles with Drake were non-existent and that she was back in the days before she knew about HTLV-1 and what it meant. Taylor was tired of being so serious and her serious job with serious people. She wanted to let her hair down in more ways than one and, for once, gave into impulse, rushing through her shower so that she could get ready as quickly as possible. The short ‘chat’ with Drake in the on call room as he clocked on for another long night shift had already cost her precious time and had gotten her caught up in New York’s heavy rush hour traffic.

Quickly, she dried her hair, leaving the gentle curls to fall around her shoulders in an unkempt fashion as she slipped into her desired clothes for the night; clothes that were a little more revealing than her usual Wednesday night preference, but then most Wednesday nights she didn’t feel the need to hit the bars or clubs. After applying her make up a little more sultry than she usually opted for, she grabbed a small bag, slipping her keys and phone in it along with a tube of gloss before pushing her feet into a high pair of heels that pushed her closer to six foot and, if Drake were here, would leave her towering over him.
She didn’t bother calling or texting Damien, but instead just decided to turn up on his doorstep and drag him out into the city, whether he wanted to go or not. It was his duty as the best friend to answer such a beck and call and Taylor was going to make sure that he lived up to those responsibilities right now. It probably didn’t help matters with Drake, but every time they had a fight, the first person she wanted to turn to in order to seek out comfort was Damien and this - tonight - was no different.

Taylor took a cab across the city; deciding against a jacket ruled out walking the short twenty minutes through the park. She played with her fingers the whole time, toying with the ring she wore, touching the French polished touch of her nails and gazing out of the window, her green eyes wide with nerves she couldn’t explain. It wasn’t like this had never happened before, but the last vivid memory of turning up unannounced on Damien’s doorstep has resulted in a lot more than she had bargained for and a night that she was in no hurry to forget, regardless of how she hadn’t ever mentioned it to anyone.
Outside the elegant building, Taylor paid the cabbie and then smiled as she greeted the doorman. He knew her well by now, but there was still something about him that made Taylor feel uneasy. Taking the elevator to the fifth floor, she used the blurred reflection of the silver doors to plump up her hair some more.
She braced herself, adjusting her low cut top once more before knocking confidently on the wood of Damien’s door. She took a deep breath and licked her lips, pushing down the metaphorical butterflies that had surged in her stomach. Why was she making such a big deal over this?

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TAGGED! The irresistible lawyer!
WORDS! 811
OUTFIT! Careless Love
LYRICS! Right Kind of Wrong - - - LeAnn Rimes
NOTES! <3

[damien travis walsh]

Wow, a night in with nothing to do. This was a rarity for the newest Law Professor at NYU. He almost always had papers to grade, classes to plan or a rather beautiful brunette accompanying him to a comedy club event or a baseball game on the screen in one of the quaint Irish bars that made New York so homely. He crossed his spacious apartment with a glass of OJ in hand, his hand fishing for the iphone buried in his pocket. He pulled it out and instantly went to Taylor in his contacts, smiling at the picture he had caught of her laughing whilst they were out one afternoon, sharing a lunch break in Central park. Her hair was falling from the professional bun she had gathered it in and her eyes were shining in a way that made his heart skip a beat.

Then, he sighed, closing the contacts folder altogether and dropping the device onto the soft cushion of the couch next to him. Taylor was probably spending tonight with Drake. They’d been fighting a lot lately and she had confided in Damien that she wanted to try and make it work. God, he hated that man. And not just because he got Taylor in the one way Damien wanted her, but because of the pain he put the best woman in the world through. She put on a brave face, but Damien could see past the mask whenever she showed up late, after another fight. He wanted to get involved, say something, do something, punch the hell of Drake like he was some high school jock, playing with her heart, but he knew he couldn’t, not without making Taylor hate him. She saw something in the clueless doctor and he wasn’t about to try and talk her out of it. Taylor had an admirable habit of digging her heels in when someone told her not to. Damien found it cute, but he didn’t want to be the guy who made her do it. So no, he wouldn’t phone her tonight and ask for her company. She wanted to fix things and he wouldn’t get in her way, no matter how much he wanted to scream at her about how Drake wasn’t good enough for her, how he didn’t deserve her and how she would be so much happier, better with him.

Shaking his head, Damien let out a heavy sigh. The woman did crazy things to his head and she didn’t even know it. He needed to get her out of his thoughts, he needed a distraction, something to stop him thinking about the way she bit her lip when she was about to smile, or the way her eyes met his when she was challenging him, or the way-no. This had to stop. She was in a relationship with Drake, whether the doctor appreciated her or not, and he had to stop pinning his hopes on the idea that she would suddenly change her mind and fall for him. Maybe she had moved on and maybe it was high time that he did too.
He picked up the novel resting on the coffee table; surprise, it was one Taylor had loaned to him only a few days earlier. Nevertheless, it would serve as a distraction for the time being and he flipped it open to where the bookmark lay, resting in place.

He didn’t get much of a chance to read though as only two pages in there came a sharp knock at the door and the bookmark was placed in its new place, Damien trapping it between the pages before moving casually towards the door, pulling it open with a tug and then almost being floored by the woman standing before him.
The jeans were tight on her long legs, the navy pumps boosting her that amazing bit more and the snug, navy halter top with the…tantalising plunge left little to the imagination, though Damien had seen it before, years previous, and then his mind was back on that night. He swallowed hard, finally meeting her eyes and composing himself quickly. “Taylor?” He said, his voice a little higher than normal. “Wh-what are you doing here? No Drake tonight?” He tried to keep as casual as possible, but then he wasn’t used to seeing the girl next door dressed like this and it was playing havoc with the thoughts he was trying desperately to quash.

Tagged- Taylor Becks
Words- 789
Lyrics- Just Breathe by Pearl Jam
Clothes- Over here
Notes- xD
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[Taylor Caroline Becks]

When Taylor was in this kind of mood she was unpredictable. It was nights like this when she would make mistakes; big ones, that would cost her. She didn’t think things through rationally like she usually did and her emotions could be deadly when they overwhelmed her. The alarm bells were already ringing in her head, but she chose to ignore them for once. She didn’t care right now and she didn’t want to, either.
She wanted to see, spend time with, drink and dance with Damien. Drake didn’t control her life and every time he tried to, he pushed her further away. She wanted to fix things, make them work, yes, but she needed her freedom too. She was twenty six, still in the prime of her youth and she didn’t want to look back in fifty years on a relationship turned sour and a lifetime of regrets. So her boyfriend didn’t like her best friend, but how was that her problem? It wasn’t, it was Drake’s and he needed to get over his paranoia before he lost her for good. Her relationships with both men was as healthy as they came and there was no harm in what she was doing, regardless of what her brain was trying to tell her right now.

It was like that night all over again, only this time Taylor was a confident mess and wasn’t turning up with tears pouring down her cheeks and sobs choking her every time she tried to speak. No, this time, she knew exactly what she wanted and it mainly involved a bottle of tequila and that was never a good thing to mix with a volatile Becks; something she already knew only too well but was choosing to ignore it yet again tonight.
She needed a rush, a thrill, something to cloud her better judgement. Damien would always be the guy to hold her up through that, whether he knew it or not. Hell, did Taylor even know that? There was something a little nerve-wracking about the fact that it was always Damien she ran to when the going got tough. Before he came to New York she would deal with it in her usual fashion of a hot bath and a good book and glass of wine, leaving only the extreme situations for Bee to help her through. Now, even a bad day had her turning to the dashing lawyer, even if their meeting was brief. There was just something about him and his charming oceanic eyes that captured her smile and held it in place even through the roughest of patches.

That was okay though, right? Drake didn’t need to be the one to make her happy all the time and Damien had known her her whole life so that meant he would always have one up on the attractive doctor too, right? Yes, their friendship was perfectly legitimate and Drake’s issues with the lawyer were clearly just an over exaggeration of something he wasn’t lucky enough to have experienced. Most childhood best friends drift apart and don’t reunite, so maybe her and Damien were in the minority with their friendship flourishing better than ever right now. Drake would simply have to come around to it. Though, the more she thought about it, the less she wanted to focus on Drake tonight.

Smiling wistfully at Damien’s reaction, she tried to ignore the fluttering of her usually quiet heart. “C’mon, we’re going out, hitting a bar or a club and living like we’re not a doctor or a lawyer.”

[/color] She commanded, her confident voice not reflecting the bundle of nerves currently fighting for control in her body. Sidestepping him, she walked into his apartment like only a best friend would and instantly greeted the huge fluffy Saffron that came trotting over to her, tail wagging. “Nope, no Drake, he’s got the night shift again. But, I want to go dancing and you have to come with me.”[/color] Taylor wasn’t usually like this, but she didn’t pause to even consider that. She turned back to Damien and placed her hands on his shoulders, peeking up at him through her dark lashes. “Pretty please with cherries on top?”[/color] She pleaded in a child like fashion.
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TAGGED! The irresistible lawyer!
WORDS! 843
OUTFIT! Careless Love
LYRICS! Right Kind of Wrong - - - LeAnn Rimes
NOTES! <3

[damien travis walsh]

Well, so much for having nothing to do. He didn’t even think for a second that this would happen; that Taylor would turn up at his door completely out of the blue. However, it also didn’t take him long to figure out that something was bothering her, pushing her to this state of unusualness. He knew better than to push things with Taylor though and so, kept it simple and went along with her wishes. After all, he really couldn’t say no to her, especially not when she was dressed like that and reminding him that behind the law degree and the charismatic manners, he was still a red blooded man. “Everything okay, Taylor?” He queried as he closed the door once she stepped inside, smiling at how happy Saffron was to see her. The Siberian Huskey almost rivalled Damien, in that matter.

He pulled his eyes away from her and took a second to gather his thoughts. She had caught him completely off guard and especially when he was just easing her out of his thoughts. “Don’t you have work in the morning?” He asked her, crossing over to look her over once more, this time in a concerned fashion. Taylor wasn’t usually like this; in fact, he could count on one hand the number of times this had happened before and they were all linked to something bad, whether it was a fight with her dad, a long day of remembering and missing her mom or someone had pissed her off enough to push all the wrong buttons. He also knew that she wouldn‘t give in until she was at a bar, dancing and those heels were blistering her feet. Damien never could get his head around how she managed to spend so long in them without breaking an ankle. Even when he met up with her straight from work and she had ridiculous heels on it didn‘t seem to slow her down and not once did she request to sit down to rest her feet. That alone was something to be marvelled at. Maybe Tay was Wonder Woman. “I need to get changed first.” He was still wearing the clothes from the last lecture he had given and probably could do with freshening up before going out.

Damien did pause to wonder if Taylor had been drinking already. It was only early, but she certainly seemed riled up enough for it to be plausible that she had already touched the wine, rum, or worse; the tequila. No, surely things weren’t that bad and if they were, he’d have probably received a teary phone call begging him to come over, not a determined and incredibly sexy twenty six year old at his front door. Not that he minded what was in front of him, but he knew with a worrying look in his cobalt eyes that there was something that had reduced Taylor into wanting to forget. That ‘something’, by the tone of her voice, was Drake, again. Why did she put up with this? It had to be their fifth fight this month and yet she insisted that things could be fixed, the relationship repaired. It was none of his business and he shook the thought away as he crossed the apartment towards his bedroom. He had the role of the best friend, the one who provided the strong arms to hug her when she was close to tears, promised her everything would be alright and was trusted to keep all her secrets and be there when she needed him the most. This was one of those times.
Though, the way she looked at him, emeralds twinkling between raven lashes curled and promising, left him weak at the knees and he knew that whatever Taylor wanted tonight would be hers. He would just have to keep a protective eye on her to make sure she did nothing stupid and to make sure that her alluring top stayed in place, as much as he did want it gone. “I can’t say ‘no’ to you, Becks.” He said with a dashing smile, the second he regained logical thoughts. All that was missing was that irresistible lip bite that she did and he would have surely lost all self-control.

Tagged- Taylor Becks
Words- 839
Lyrics- Just Breathe by Pearl Jam
Clothes- Over here
Notes- xD
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[Taylor Caroline Becks]

Turning up at Damien’s door and expecting him to cooperate without asking any questions was a stupid and ludicrous belief and Taylor wondered why on earth she had thought he’d let this one go. Not only was it once his job to ask a ridiculous amount of questions, but it was part of his innate nature to question almost everything. It wasn’t that he was always careful or cautious, but more to do with the kind of curiosity that led Alice to Wonderland. She turned to him, knowing that he could read the truth hidden deep within her jaded eyes, but pleading silently with him to ignore it, at least for now. She would tell him everything later, when she wasn’t feeling so trapped in the life she once loved. “Everything is fine. C’mon, I just feel like going out tonight.”

[/color] She lied, knowing full well that he wouldn’t buy it. As her best friend though, she hoped he’d accept it, despite his disbelief.

He was always the one who tried to talk sense into her when she got into moods like this, but she didn’t want him to sit her down and talk this through. She wanted him to pretend that they were young again and that they could go out and do crazy things without needing to worry so much about the consequences. “I work with the dead. They’re hardly going to judge me for having a hangover.”[/color] Pausing, she shook her head, remembering that she wasn’t mad at Damien and right now, he was only looking out for her like he always did. “No. I have tomorrow off. Shift swap with my co-worker.”[/color] She explained normally, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, hoping he would question this sudden rota change. Taylor needed a day away from Drake and the hospital and she couldn’t wait until her designated day off.
Her eyes scanned him up and down and Taylor didn’t fail to notice just how attractive he was. She could remember her hands trailing over his muscular form all those years ago and for a moment, she wondered how it would be to do it all again now. Snapping herself out of it, she shook her head lightly at him. “You look fine, just spray some cologne, throw some shoes on and let’s get out of her.”[/color] Walking over to him, she smoothed out his shirt, fixed his collar and then smiled up at him. “You’re a total hottie, come on.”[/color] She told him, as though it was the most obvious fact in the world. Right now, she didn’t need alcohol to act reckless so who knew what would happen once she did start knocking back the shots in some seedy New York club.

She followed him as he crossed his apartment, wanting him to hurry up. She knew he would come with her, it was just a matter of making sure he didn’t spend hours grooming his hair in the bathroom like he used to do when they were younger. Taylor had only thrown her ensemble together in a matter of minutes and he looked fine as he was. Who was she kidding? He looked amazing. Never before had she known a man who could look so damn good in a simple button up shirt and jeans. What was she thinking?! She was already in a relationship with a handsome guy who made her happy. Wait, did he? What was she doing with her life and Drake and Damien? She shook her head clear of all thoughts. Tonight, she wasn’t going to be the woman who overthought everything. She was just going to let her hair down and hang with her life-long best friend. There would be no drama, no tears and no tantrums. “I knew you’d pull through for me. Now come on.”[/color] She grabbed his large hand with her tiny one in comparison and dragged him towards the door, handing him his wallet along the way and dangling his keys on her finger as she waited for him to move into the hall. They’d dawdled enough already!
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TAGGED! The irresistible lawyer!
WORDS! 732
OUTFIT! Careless Love
LYRICS! Right Kind of Wrong - - - LeAnn Rimes
NOTES! <3

[damien travis walsh]

There were alarm bells ringing in Damien’s head. Taylor held a power over him that she didn’t even know of and he wasn’t strong enough to fight it off, especially not when she looked like she did tonight and when those green eyes met his with so many locked emotions buried deep inside those emerald pools. Taylor was a quiet, sometimes reserved woman, even around Damien, but her eyes always told him everything he needed to know, even when her peach glossed lips couldn’t. Like now. The words hung heavy from her lips, the almost lie lingering in the tense air and the lawyer in Damien wanted to call her out on it, twist her words and make her tell him everything…but those eyes. There was a plea in them that he couldn’t ignore and against his better judgment he chose to go with those unspoken desires. “Alright, but there’s no rush. This is New York, after all.” He said, running his fingers through his hair and taking a moment to gather his thoughts. Taylor was going to be fragile tonight and he needed to play the best friend he always was, and push all lawyer instincts and thoughts of passion aside.

He definitely should have fought with her to talk this out when she first appeared at his door. The snap of her voice and the tone of annoyance was not at all characteristic of the statuesque brunette and it was more than enough of a warning that there was something majorly wrong in her life. “The dead may not care about your hangover, but I do.” He told her sternly and sincerely. It looks like she had this all planned though and the shift swap, whilst a little too convenient, was more acceptable for him as a reason to party the night away like they were college kids again. Himself, he had no lectures to give tomorrow, just a few one on one meetings with his senior students and he didn’t plan on drinking a lot tonight. He was more concerned about Taylor and making sure she was alright by the time the club locked up and she was stumbling to a cab. There was no way he was letting her out of his sight tonight.
Damien felt her eyes on him and he turned to her with a wondrous expression on his handsome face. Her eyes seemed glazed over, almost lost in thought for a second before she snapped out of it and strode over to him. She was so close that he could smell her signature perfume and then her hands were on his chest, smoothing the cotton of the shirt and he almost fell over. The things this woman did to him and she didn’t even know it. He wanted to reach out to het then, but he couldn’t. She was in a relationship and whilst she may not be happy with it, he was not the guy who would push her into something like this. He was a gentleman, her best friend and nothing would ruin that. “I’m a ‘total hottie’?” He questioned, a smirk pulling at his lips from the ego boost. “I never thought I’d ever hear Doctor Taylor Caroline Becks use the phrase ‘total hottie’.” He teased, slipping into his room to do what she had instructed and pull on some shoes and cologne.

She was thinking again. He could see it in the way she stood there, frozen, her eyebrows detailing the train of her thought as it moved deeper and then suddenly came back to reality. He was worried, confused and a little frightened by her state of mind tonight and he hoped she didn’t try to do anything foolish that would come back to haunt her. The second her hand grabbed his, it felt as though he’d stuck his finger in an electric socket. That whole metaphor about sparks was real and happened right then, in that moment and it was just an innocent gesture, a way to get him out of the apartment he was trying to keep her in until he figured out what was wrong, but Taylor clearly had other plans. He took control, stepping ahead of her and guiding her into and out of the elevator before hailing down a taxi on the street just outside of his building. He opened the door for her and then sighed softly, putting on a smile and turning to face her again. “Your carriage, m’lady.” He joked, knowing it would wind her up something woeful.

Tagged- Taylor Becks
Words- 785
Lyrics- Just Breathe by Pearl Jam
Clothes- Over here
Notes- xD
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[Taylor Caroline Becks]

Taylor was in a very dangerous place right now. As a woman who bottled up her every emotion, she was about to burst. Ask her to explain something coherently right now and she probably couldn’t. Usually, the brunette was well put together, confident and calm, but at this moment she was an unpredictable force who couldn’t be contained. Something was going to happen and she wouldn’t know it until after it was far too late. She was going to mess up, cause trouble and perhaps ruin something she cared dearly about. That was where Damien usually came in; her best friend and savior, keeping an eye on her while she burnt away the frustrations of the day on the dance floor. At least, that had been what she told herself when she left her apartment a short while ago. No matter what happened in life, Taylor always ran to Damien but if you asked her why, she probably couldn’t give you an answer on a good day. “That’s exactly the reason to rush. I don’t want to have some sweaty kid with a fake ID trying to rub up against me on the dance floor.”

[/color] She pulled a face and then smiled at the handsome man before her. “Just let’s go already, please?”[/color]

And then, there it was; the tone that made Taylor almost want to collapse in his arms and tell him everything. It was stupid, but no matter how long the two were friends for, hearing Damien say that he cared was all it took to break through her shell, dispose of the mask she adorned in public and bring the vulnerable young woman back into focus. Tonight she didn’t want that though. She could cry to Damien whenever he damn well wanted her to, but she needed to forget right now. She needed to be reckless and careless and live like there was no tomorrow and she needed Damien to be by her side through it, like he always was. “Please, Day…not tonight, just please.”[/color] She said silently, her voice threatening to crack as she begged him to drop it, at least for now.
They stood close; so close it was almost painful. There was a sudden cloud over her reasoning and it was with her heart that she felt the warmth of his body as he hands slid down his chest. What was she doing?! She had to stop before she did something stupid.
The night they shared together all those years ago hadn’t been stupid at all, so who says this would be? No, that wasn’t on the cards, it wasn’t what she wanted.
Rolling her eyes, she swatted his arm playfully. “And you’re insufferable.”[/color] She teased, folding her arms and leaning back whilst he finished getting ready. “There was no need for the full title there either, mister.”[/color] She added, wrinkling her nose when he used her name to mock her.

Her eyebrows moved closer to her hairline when he seemed to take charge of the situation. The pair were always fighting for who got to be the leader, even as kids. Damien would argue that he was the oldest and Taylor would retort with how she was the girl. Some things didn’t change even now, but she did like it when a man stepped up to the plate and took charge, stealing the power from her. She knew she could be quite intimidating at times and even Drake would leave their choice of food or movie up to her, whereas Damien always argued with her, pushing her down until she surrendered.
However, outside, and the second he reverted to medieval ways, she slapped his arm again. “Don’t push it.”[/color] She warned playfully as she slipped across the backseat and smiled at the driver who was patiently waiting for his instructions. “The Marquee Club, please.”[/color] She requested with a polite tone that was far from how she felt tonight. However, feelings and frustrations aside, her father would still find a way to punish her if he found out she was neglected her manners over a bad period in her life, and, even at twenty-six, she was still a daddy’s girl!
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WORDS! 738
OUTFIT! Careless Love
LYRICS! Right Kind of Wrong - - - LeAnn Rimes
NOTES! <3

[damien travis walsh]

Damien had to chuckle at Taylor when she wrinkled her face up into a look of disgust. Even when she was trying to be horrific looking she always managed to pull off cute. Right then her expression had been adorable and one Damien remembered well from their childhood when her mother would encourage Taylor to finish eating the food on her plate. He also reacted to what she was saying though with raised eyebrows and serious expression. “If anyone tries to rub up against you on the dance floor, I’ll have something to say about it. There are things I never want to see you do, and that is one of them.” Unless it was with him, of course, but even that was something he didn’t really expect to ever happen. Taylor wasn’t the kind of desperate girl who usually did that sort of thing and he knew it was uncommon for her to even go to a nightclub in the first place. “Okay, I’m ready, I’m ready.” He noticed she was getting impatient, which was not like the young doctor at all.

He saw her crumble. He saw the cracks appear in this front she was putting on and he wanted to rush over to her and envelope her in his arms until everything was alright again. The look in her eyes reminded him of the night she had turned up at his college dorm, fragile and more vulnerable than he ever thought it was possible for Taylor to be. He heard her words, but wanted to fight against them. He was the one who made all of Taylor’s problems go away; he was the guy who fixed it all. Reluctantly, he pushed his desires away and then nodded slowly. Tonight, he would respect her wishes, but they would be talking about this soon and he would find a way to help fix whatever the problems were that had pulled her to this state. It was so unlike Taylor to break like this and Damien hated that it had happened.
Laughing mirthfully, he studied her eye roll and expression. It was the one she always pulled whenever he would tease her when they were younger and Taylor was in the throes of her teenage transformation from gangly bookworm to sophisticated beauty. Beneath the exterior of the professional doctor, that girl still remained and tonight she seemed to be glowing between the cracks in her heart. “If I’m so insufferable, why do you put up with me after all these years?” He asked playfully, knowing the game this was about to begin was childish and at least a decade too young for them to be playing, but harmless insults and jokes seemed to be calming Taylor down and keeping her mind off whatever it was that had pushed her to the brink. “And there’s nothing wrong with your full title. It’s charming.” He told her, his hands resting momentarily on her hips as he moved to pass her.

“The Marquee Club? Is that a good place?” The only nightlife Damien had experienced in the city so far had been a few Irish and Sports bars across the city that Taylor had introduced him to on their evenings off. The comedy club had cropped up once or twice too, but like his friend, Damien wasn’t big on nightclubs either. However, he clearly wasn’t getting a say in tonight’s plans as the taxi driver followed Taylor’s polite request and took them towards the club.
Damien could hear the pounding music before he could see the neon sign of their location. He sighed, unsure about this even more now they were there and his eyes fell on the group of girls who looked far too young to be in college, let alone out clubbing. “If you’re sure about this, Becks.” Warily, he paid the cab driver the fare, his blue eyes never leaving Taylor’s face the whole time he spoke, looking for a glimpse of regret, hesitation or anything else he could call her out upon to change her mind. He knew how dangerous a path this could be for her and she would be lethal if she strayed from the usual beer or wine which she drank and he had a sneaky suspicion that that was her plan for tonight, and it would be a plan she would regret by the morning.

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Words- 758
Lyrics- Just Breathe by Pearl Jam
Clothes- Over here
Notes- xD
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[Taylor Caroline Becks]

She loved how protective Damien was over her even if that was something she’d never admit to. She was an independent woman who could very much take care of herself, but it was always nice to have someone watching your back, especially when you least expected it. Laughing softly, she smiled up at her friend, green eyes twinkling. “If I don’t slap them first, you mean?”

[/color] It was subtle reminder that she could fend for herself out there and had done so for a good few years now, but Taylor was curious to see how far the lawyer would go to defend her honor in some sweaty, stereotypical nightclub. “Be more concerned about if I start rubbing up on someone. Then, I give you my full permission, to drag me away and lock me in a padded cell to calm down.”[/color] If the drunken sway of tequila won her over there was every chance of that happening and Taylor was still, as far as she knew, in a relationship. Plus, she wanted to keep her dignity in tact tonight.

Taylor’s hand rested on her hip and she shifted her weight from left to right. With a soft smirk on her glossed lips she stared at the confident Damien with an affectionate twinkle in her jade eyes. She honestly didn’t know where she’d be without him in her life. Every time a bad day hit her at full force, or a problem struck, he was always by her side, holding her hand and guiding her through it. He didn’t even need to say anything to her, his presence alone was enough to make her believe that everything would be alright again. After her mom died, Damien was the one she leaned on the most and it was him who had put her back together again. He meant more to her than she even realised. “Because I doubt anyone else would?”[/color] She teased lightly before regaining some semblance of seriousness. “And because you’re amazing.”[/color] Her voice was softer, almost delicate and laced with her honest opinion of him. Ever since he came to live in New York, Taylor was starting to see exactly why he had been in her life for so long and it wasn’t simply because they lived next door to each other, but because he really did have a way of breaking through to her when nothing else could. “Charming? Dammit, I was going for intimidating.”[/color] She joked, pretending to dash the air in disappointment and biting back the gasp as Damien’s warm hands landed on her slender hips and were gone a second later.

Biting her lip to control the smirk and the laughter, Taylor slowly turned to fully face Damien. “Believe me, you probably won’t go there again.”[/color] The club was better than some of the dives New York had to offer, but she was fairly certain that the novelty would wear off very quickly for the thirty year old once he realised that most of the people in there would be not far off half his age. It had always been popular for the students, even when Taylor was an undergraduate herself and it had been quite some time since she had been here, but, nevertheless, if she wanted to live like she was twenty one again then this was the place to go.
Throwing Damien a baffled look, she clutched her hand to her heart. “When am I ever unsure?”[/color] She queried before grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the cab, letting go only to smooth out her top and make sure she looked presentable. The bouncers didn’t even ID her, obviously she didn’t look so young anymore and Taylor led Damien into the nightclub, her hips swaying more than usual thanks to the killer pumps that she was forcing her poor feet to endure.

She made a beeline for the bar, hoping Damien was right behind her as she leaned on the top to see what they had to offer her to start the night with. Grinning as her green eyes scanned the various bottles of all shapes and sizes, she then spun on her heel to face the man whose company she was in tonight. “I’m thinking we need either a line of shots or if you’re feeling cocky, jagerbombs!”[/color] She shouted over the music, making sure she was close enough for Damien to hear her.
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[damien travis walsh]

He held his hands up in mock surrender, a laugh escaping his closed lips in a rough fashion. “Okay, I get it. You’re not a damsel in distress.” Damien had seen for himself over the years just how capable Taylor was when it came to defending herself, but that didn’t mean he’d leave her to it. Like tonight, if some guy got a little too grabby and Taylor couldn’t intimidate him herself, he’d be more than happy to step in and get the bozo to back off. She could have her freedom, her independence and hell, the world, but Damien would always be there to have her back. Scoffing, he gave her a warning look with his piercing blue eyes. “I’d definitely be doing that anyway. We’re not going out tonight to try and pull, or whatever the phrase is these days. No human contact with anyone else, that’s the first rule of tonight.” He said, pointing his finger as though it would make his words more serious and make Taylor listen.

He watched as she moved her weight, his eyes roving a little more than they probably should thanks to her revealing and body hugging outfit. Damien swallowed controlling himself and remembering who she was, trying to forget his adoration for her. He couldn’t quite read the emotion twinkling in her forest eyes, but there was something there that he’d never noticed before; an affectionate sparkle that seemed to exist only for him. He didn’t care that he was the only one in the room, so it couldn’t be for anyone else. His heartbeat hastened and he smiled back at her, wishing he could take this moment to be brutally honest and confess everything he had kept hidden from her for over a decade, save one night. There was already too much playing on her mind and heart though, he could see it, and he didn’t want to add to it, pushing her over the edge when she was already dangerously teetering there. “Your words cut deeper than a blade.” He joked, clutching his chest playfully, pretending to be knocked back by her suggestion that no one could handle him. He saw the sudden change to sincerity and with a warm albeit lopsided smile he nodded his head in slow appreciation. “You’re pretty incredible yourself, Becks.” That was an understatement. There weren’t enough adjectives in the world for Damien to even start to describe Taylor with.
Back to reality with another joke and playful ribbing, Damien chuckled, his shoulders lurching as his quick wit kicked in again. “You don’t need your name to pull that off.” Damien knew she had this look, a way of staring at someone in such a challenging fashion that he’d even seen some of the tough jocks recoil from the slim brunette before she’d even had the chance to start. Intimidating was an act she had learnt from a young age and one he was convinced she had inherited from her father, the Captain.

Damien threw her a worried look, his blue eyes widening at the way she tried to hide the velvety laughter that he sensed was dying to erupt from those tantalising lips of hers. “I’m scared to ask why. I’m not going to catch anything, am I?” He queried with concern. He remembered the kind of guys Taylor used to be attracted to when they were younger and they had been on the other end of a needle a few times to make him worry about his best friend’s safety. Though, it seemed she was able to handle herself and she wasn’t the kind of girl the rumours tried to imply. He had definitely been the one to see, feel and experience that being proven. That night really needed to stop revisiting his thoughts, preferably now.
Sighing dramatically, he agreed with her as she pulled him from the cab. Taylor Becks only ever tackled everything with confidence and if she dared show a moment of weakness she then tried to act like it never happened. Like earlier in his apartment; he could see she was about to break, yet right now a stranger wouldn’t even think the young doctor had any problems in her life.

He flashed a smile at the bouncer who nodded them in and then followed Taylor to the bar like an obedient pet. He wasn’t planning on letting her out of his sight tonight and he definitely wasn’t about to let her loose at the bar. Whilst not usually a binge drinker, he had seen Taylor go all out like this before and it was something he didn’t want other people to see. But, he was here to support her and why not have a good time as well? He gave her that charming smile of his and met her eyes with a daring look. “How about both?” He suggested, quirking his eyebrow as he waited for her to answer him. He had a high tolerance and hadn’t skipped a meal today, so it would take an awful lot to get him totally wasted tonight. So long as he could look after Tay, he didn’t mind.

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Standing proudly and nodding in agreement, Taylor closed her eyes, pushing herself up higher than she already was in those killer heels. “Damn right I’m not. No guy is climbing up my hair and if I happen to leave a shoe behind tonight we’re going back to retrieve it.”

[/color] She declared, just warning him of what the night may result in if she drank too much and he tried too hard to get her home to sleep. Shoes had been lost by many girls since Cinderella and Taylor was not about to join those statistics.
She laughed at his expression but nodded in agreement. “I am in total agreement with you. Is the second rule of tonight that we don’t talk about tonight?”[/color] She couldn’t resist the Fight Club reference, and in the back of her mind she was tempted to say that she was already in a relationship, but she didn’t want to think of that man right now. Tonight was about realizing the pent up frustration and anger he had induced in her and dancing, drinking, crashing on the sofa afterwards was the young person’s way of doing just that.

There was a tension laying thick in the room, unspoken words lingering heavily in the air as the friends took a moment to simply look at the other. It was almost poetic and at the same time it aroused something in Taylor that unnerved her; that same heart racing feeling and electricity that she had experienced the night she wound up at his dorm and completely let go of her defences to surrender to the one thing she truly wanted – him. Why was she feeling that now when that night was so long ago? She didn’t see Damien like that, she just didn’t. He was the best friend, the shoulder to cry on and the guy who raised her up when she was down.
She shrugged, this time speaking with a slightly flirtatious tone that should not have been there. “What can I say? I have a pretty sharp tongue.”[/color] She stuck it out as though to prove her point, her green eyes locked with his blues as she delivered the line without hesistation or stammering.
Choosing to ignore the sentimental moment, purely because one more soft spoken sentence like that from his only too honest lips and the night would be reverted to what he wanted; a night on the sofa whilst Taylor poured her heart out like some sappy school girl. She’d done this with Bee already, she didn’t want to go through it again, not now.
Laughing, she agreed once more. “That’s true. Although, if I start introducing myself as Doctor Death or The Reaper, maybe then people will be terrified by the sound of me, rather than actually having to see me.”[/color] She enjoyed her job, even if the rest of the world always seemed slightly stunned by her choice of specialty in the medical profession. Still, she was a doctor and patients didn’t always need to be alive.

Lightly elbowing him in the side, Taylor met his eyes with twinkling excitement. “You sound like an old man.”[/color] She teased, referring to their age gap like she had done their whole life when she wanted to make Damien frown. It was always meant in jest, but he hated hearing that he would reach middle-age before she did and Taylor often used that to her advantage. “And no, you won’t catch anything. This place is just full of kids and you’ll probably complain about the music or something.”[/color] She teased, enjoying the chance to rib him some more. Whilst doctors rarely clubbed, it seemed even stranger to think lawyers, or law professors would either. “Hey! You might even see some of your own students in here.”[/color] She added, grinning wildly, hoping for a dramatic reaction that would have her in fits of giggles for most of the night.

The smile made her knees weak and the challenging glint in his eyes dared her to break all of those boundaries and barriers she set up to protect herself. She felt youthful again, carefree and almost troublesome. Raising her eyebrows, she bit her lip as though in thought, her eyes fixed to his before she nodded her head. “Okay, if you think you can handle it.”[/color] The flirtatious hint came back to her voice and she turned to the bar, flagging over one of the young guys working it. “Okay, hit us with two jagerbombs, two shots of Sambuca, two of the apple shots, two of the tropical and two of the cherry.”[/color] She smiled, fishing the money from her purse. She hadn’t drank like this since college, but with Damien at her side, she felt it would be a ‘risk’ worth taking.
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[damien travis walsh]

He had to laugh at the fairytale reference. Throughout Taylor’s life the only hero she had ever needed was her dad, like most little girls, and now she seemed to even have outgrown the need for him to help her. As far as Damien knew, the pair were still as close as ever, but it was obvious that this wasn’t the girl who would curl up in her father’s lap and tell him all about her adventures anymore. He didn’t think it had been like that since Taylor’s mother had died; the brunette raced to be strong for them both, forgetting her own need to mourn for a short while. “Duly noted.” He said with a sharp nod of his head.
At the Fight Club reference, it was his turn to swat Taylor playfully. It was always like her to bring in pop culture references to mock him with, especially when he was trying to be serious and look out for her. It was another quirk of their friendship that he’d never quite been able to understand the origin of.

The subtle tone of her voice was not lost on Damien, though he had never heard it directed at him before, at least not in such a meaningful way. He gaped at her for a second, his eyes enchanted by the hidden emotion she was staring him down with and then flicking to focus on her tongue as it peeked out between her pearly white teeth. It evoked memories he was desperately trying not to think about and his voice was thick with emotions when he replied with two words that he may regret for the rest of his life. “I remember.”
The spell was broken almost instantly when Taylor laughed, reverting back to their usual form. His heart was still pounding though, his mind racing to understand the reason or sense behind what she had just said and the moment that had passed between them both. “There will still be a small number of us who will see you beyond the vultures, the hourglass and the large and seemingly unnecessary scythe.” He said in playful tones, though his words were sincere. He didn’t understand why Taylor did the job she did, but he didn’t dwell on the fact that she spent her days chilling with the corpses and searching for signs of death. Beyond all of that was the girl, the beauty and the beating heart of a young woman who was very much alive and ready to dance the night away by the look of things.

He should’ve known she wouldn’t hold out too long on the age jokes. The three years that separated Damien and Taylor were forever being mentioned by their families, friends and other strangers who happened to meet the formidable pair. When they were kids it didn’t seem to matter, but the world seem fascinated that their friendship had lasted beyond the teenage years, despite them hardly ever being in the same school long enough and despite Damien running off to college long before Taylor. He looked at her with an expression of mock shock and then his pride forced him to accept the unspoken, unplanned challenge. “I’m not! You just made it sound like some back alley nightmare.” He narrowed his eyes. “I’ve seen those places, I was a defence lawyer.” As though that would ever stop her teasing.
Groaning, he dropped his head to his hands. The last thing he needed was some law student seeing him hold his best friend up and stop her from doing something moronic. “If I see one of my kids in here, we’re leaving and going to a bar.” He said, meaning it, though he knew Taylor probably wouldn’t let him bail so easily on her. The woman could be damn persuasive when she wanted to be; a trait he sometimes wished she would have thrown into the courts, even if she had no love for law in the first place.

Those blue eyes of his widened again as he watched her lips reel of the drinks order. Okay, so maybe he momentarily forgot about how much Taylor wanted to party tonight, because when she said a line of shots, he had envisioned three tequila shots each or something of the like, not a buffet of alcohol that would probably make most people feel, if not be, sick. It was too late to complain though; he had indeed challenged Taylor and life experience told him that she never backed down from a challenge. Plus, the guy had already arranged the shot glasses before the couple on the bar and Taylor was already tucking the change back into her wallet. “Well, here we go; to friendship and many more years of it.” He said over the pounding music that he didn’t understand, raising the blue coloured liquid to his lips first.

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Clothes- Over here
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[Taylor Caroline Becks]

She laughed when he swatted her arm, rubbing the spot his hand collided with even though it didn’t hurt her at all. Damien always held back his punches when he fooled around with her and whilst she appreciated it now, as a tomboyish little girl she resented him for not treating her the same way as the other kids.
Right now, he wasn’t looking at her in the same way he did everyone else either and her breath hitched in her throat as she slowly deciphered the hidden meaning in his oceanic eyes as they bore into hers. This was something they didn’t speak about. They never had and she was terrified about what it would mean if they mentioned it again now. Things, back then, were different, confusing and that night had been the clarity she had needed, even if she had never told Damien that. The thickness of his voice, the heavy meaning of the two words he said were enough to make her block out the rest of the world and remember the way he had made her feel alive and special. A shiver echoed through her body, the faint hairs on her arm standing on end as she tried to clamber back to the surface of this deep pool they were beginning to drown in. He couldn’t have this effect on her, he shouldn’t have this effect on her.
“And why, exactly is the scythe unnecessary?”

[/color] She asked, raking her fingers through her curls as they snapped back to their normal friendship. She had come here tonight to forget everything troubling her and yet she was running headfirst into a whole new mess if she didn’t regain control over herself, her racing heart and these strange feelings that were bubbling to the surface in her usually cool composure. “And whilst I do have exotic pets, vultures are not and never will be part of the collection.”[/color] She added, pulling at her shirt slightly. The apartment was suddenly incredibly warm and Taylor wanted to leave already.

Rolling her eyes, she met his gaze again. “I’ve seen those places too. Mainly because I dated a guy who once ran a tattoo parlour out of the back of one.”[/color] She knew Damien would instantly jump to his overprotective ways at the mention of that disasterous relationship, so she shook it off with a wave of her hand, the silver bangles on her wrist clinking together like wind chimes as she did so. “Don’t ask, he had a Harley, I was twenty and needed to break in some new leather pants. It ended after a week, I think.”[/color] He had not been one of her better choices in youth and was part of that string of relationships that Taylor broke off because none of them had felt ‘right’.
Laughing, Taylor turned to face her friend, grabbing his hand and grinning madly at him. “Oh come on, this isn’t high school anymore! Do you think I’d run out if I saw an ex-patient in there? No, and they probably won’t even care if they see you. They’re law students and you’ll probably be catching them breaking laws anyway.”[/color] She said, shrugging it off and releasing his hand before the electricity between them caused her to do something she couldn’t control.

If it had been there before, Taylor hadn’t noticed it. Tonight though, it was like the stress of everything with Drake was making her see things in a different light, revealing secrets she didn’t even know she had been keeping from people, or more importantly, from herself.

Grinning at her friend, she studied his expression as he realised exactly what she was lining up before him. When they were younger, Taylor had owned him at a shot competition one night in a local Jersey bar. It had been a night to remember, if it was possible after so much alcohol. Unfortunately, Taylor could only recall him helping her take her shoes off before the pair passed out on an inflatable sofa that had adored the garage in his house. The next morning was horrific and the thought of that hangover was almost enough to make a girl never drink again. Almost.
“I second that! Now, go!”[/color] She poured the first tropical drink down her throat and reached for the green one next, downing the shots like she did it professionally, leaving the jagerbomb alone for after they were both done with the smaller shots.
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[damien travis walsh]

This was not a good idea, far from it in fact. He was struggling to control his feelings for Taylor in the first place and now she was here, dressed like that and looking at him in a way that made Damien want to grab her, kiss her and never let her go again. The lip biting, the dark twinkle in those emerald eyes…they were just some of the thousands of features that were having an effect on Damien right now. Taylor had always been the kind of girl who kept her emotions locked tightly away, but tonight they were slipping through the cracks in her ‘calm’ demeanour and he was seeing things he’d never seen for a long time; the vulnerability, the longing for something more in life and that affection – the kind she reserved for certain moments and showed only to a few people. Damien had seen it that night, after the tears, the comforting…it had been there then.
If he thought it would be hard to get her out of his mind before she arrived then he didn’t stand a snowballs’ chance in hell right now.
“Because the reaper comes after they’ve died to collect the souls. I doubt a grim of his calibre really needs to be carrying a weapon.” He said, hoping this conversation could cool the desire to sweep her into his arms and kiss her senseless. She was exposed tonight and he was supposed to protect her, not take advantage of her vulnerability. The mention of her pets did the trick for the time being. Damien may love Taylor and everything about her, but there was something about the way that snake and spider looked at him that creeped him out a little. The tortoises, he could handle, but the other two…it was as though they were trying to warn him away from their ‘mother’, the way he used to do with the jocks and Taylor.

Damien almost choked on air when she gave him her explanation. What kind of guys did Taylor find herself attracted to and why? Even with her ‘reassuring’ explanation he still felt slightly freaked out by the tale. He had a bike so instantly Taylor wanted him? For a woman who was usually so level headed, she did certainly have moments of sheer obscurity and insanity. However, the image of Taylor in leather suddenly raised the temperature and Damien swallowed hard to get the image from his mind. He remembered the phase well, but gave thanks that he wasn’t around to have to live through those moments with her; he knew for a fact he wouldn’t have been able to keep his hands to himself. “Taylor, Becks, please, don’t share those stories with me ever again.” He said, his reasons numerous. He didn’t like hearing of the woman he loved with other men in her life, he didn’t want to picture Taylor in some dangerous, disease ridden club and finally, he didn’t – couldn’t – imagine Taylor in skin tight leather.
His muscles tensed as she grabbed his hand; those meddlesome sparks erupting again from the contact and he barely caught the start of what she was saying. “If we saw one of you ex-patients in there, I should like to think running out would be the best course of action. You’re a mortician!”The Zombie Apocalypse was not part of his plans for tonight and he didn’t want to go by having his brains eaten by the undead. He also didn’t like to think of the irony of soon-to-be lawyers breaking laws. The profession was hated enough already without the next generation needing to add to it.
She let go of his hand and it was like he could relax again. Damien had no idea how he would make it through tonight.

Trying not to laugh, he began to make his way down the line of shots, one of which almost went up his nose in a terrible attempt to beat Taylor in a competition he hadn’t played since college. Spluttering, he continued down the line, recalling how much he hated the taste of Sambuca when he was sober. That had always been Taylor’s poison of choice, not his. The jagerbomb was the only thing left and he saw that Taylor had left hers untouched to. Clearing his throat and breathing through the burning sensation, he smiled at the beautiful brunette and then picked up the jagerbomb. “Doctor Becks, you are going to be the death of me.” He declared, taking another moment before draining the final concoction she had ordered for them.

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Lyrics- Just Breathe by Pearl Jam
Clothes- Over here
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Taylor rolled her eyes, pinching Damien’s thigh lightly as a way of scolding him like only a best friend could. “I do tend to the living on occasion. I’m just far more fascinated with how a body stops than how it works.”

[/color] She shrugged, glancing out of the window and looking at the passing buildings. “Now, c’mon, no more shop talk from either of us tonight. Right now, I am not in a white coat and you are not in a lecture hall or a court.”[/color] She stated, not wanting tonight to be like a usual ‘adult’ catch up where they spoke about their day to day lives and all the oh-so interesting things that took place in their chosen professions. Plus, Taylor was feeling far too alive to be discussing death and it was proving to be an uncomfortable mix.

The alcohol was warm sliding down her throat but the mixture of flavours was no so welcome on her taste buds. After the Sambuca shot went down with ease, the brunette coughed, her hand shielding her mouth as she laughed around the coughing fit. There was always a rush after a shot, even if it was far from what a person needed to get drunk; Taylor was feeling that rush now and she banged her heel on the floor as she ‘whooped’ loudly, her brown waves cascading over her shoulder, into her face as she moved, spinning to look at Damien with excited eyes. Whilst she wasn’t a fan of night clubs on a regular basis, the atmosphere in the Marquee tonight was exactly what she craved, what she needed and with Damien at her side it was almost like everything was perfect. Her hand closed around the jagerbomb and with a deep breath she followed the pattern of her older friend, downing it, coughing slightly and then laughing again, thinking up a response to what he had said to her. “Oh, but what a way to go.”[/color] She teased, leaning back over the bar, this time to order herself a rum drink and Damien a beer. She didn’t even ask him, just did it because she could. The bartender smiled at her and moved to get the order just as a rather drunk guy who looked far too young to Taylor’s liking sidled up to her, his hand instantly travelling around her back to her hip. Quirking her eyebrow she turned to look at him, shooting him ‘the look’ that Damien joked she had inherited from her father. “Hey gorgeous, you here for a party?” Oh god, it was one of these guys. Taylor, amused and at the same time disgusted stood up to her full height, momentarily shocking the egoistical drunk with how she towered close to his own height. “I am here to party, but not with you.”[/color] She slipped closer to Damien, resting her hand on his chest as she draped the other around his back. “Why don’t you run back to your college dorm before someone finds out that your ID is about as fake as half the girls in here?”[/color] She hadn’t shot someone down like that in years but this was a guy who needed it. Turning to look at Damien, Taylor was momentarily shocked at how close his face was to hers and she didn’t even hear the last insult the guy tried to throw at her. Her eyes flashed from his to his lips, her hand bunching the shirt in her hands as she fought against her desires. ”Excuse me?” Taylor snapped out of it and spun to look at the voice, apologising and prising herself from Damien to pay for the drinks. She handed Damien the cool bottle and took a long gulp from her own glass, trying to gather her senses again. Her heart was slamming against her ribcage and it was like oxygen was suddenly in short supply. His cologne lingered on her skin where her arms were resting on his muscular body.

The music changed and ‘Yeah, yeah, yeah’ began to play, making Taylor gasp and grin at Damien, the lustful tension suddenly dispelled again, for the time being. “I love this song!”[/color] She downed the remainder of her drink and then grabbed his hand, pulling him through the throngs of people to find a space on the dance floor. “Let’s see how those two left feet are doing.”[/color] She teased, moving her hips and arms to the music as she released his hand once more, allowing the music to control her now for a short while..
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