Request For PYTaylor

*Taylor's POV*

It was a nice warm morning here in Minneapolis, the sun was out, locals were out for walks just as I am. You look up and you wouldn't be able to see a single cloud in the sky, absolutely beautiful...could this day be anymore beautiful? I was on my way to the market, while I was walking through looking at each stall, I spot a familiar face. A face I hadn't seen in a long time.

The man who I spent three and a half years of my life with, we ended that because of complications...his career was getting in the way towards the end, we were too much alike each other. You know when you meet someone and you have alot in common? That's a great sign but me and him? We're like exactly the same person but he's obviously the male version and I'm the female version.

I try and walk by quickly but it doesn't work, Prince looks up and calls out to me.

"Taylor?" He calls.

"Prince? Hi!" I say nervously.

He chuckles, walking closer to me.

"Its been a long time." He comments.

"Yeah it has, my god your hair." I gasp.

He laughs as he runs his skilled fingers through his lucious hair.

"Yeah I let it go, you like?" He asks.

"Yeah, it's a nice change on you." I smile.

"Thank you. How have you been?" He asks.

"I've been good. Just working alot these days. And you?" I ask.

"Yeah the same." He nods and smiles.

I smile back, catching up wasn't so bad...or so I thought until a woman walks up beside him.

"Hey baby, I got us some fresh produce for cooking tonight." The human thats latching onto Prince says.

"Oh good. Oh Naomi, this is Taylor. Taylor, this is Naomi." Prince introduces.

Naomi looks at me, clearly plasters on that fake smile like she does with that full head of make up she wears. She reaches out her free hand for me to shake, not that I want to.

"It's nice to meet you, Taylor." She says in a weird ass different voice than she was when talking to Prince just before.

"Likewise." Is all I can come out with, following with shaking her chicken feet looking hand.

She looks up at Prince with a straight face while clearing her throat.

"Ready to go?" She asks.

This bitch.

"Oh well I was catch..." He begins to explain but Na-NO-Mi cuts him off.

"We gotta put all this in the refrigerator to keep fresh, baby." She practically whines.

Prince sighs before looking up at me.

"Um, I guess we gotta head. But we should catch up sometime, next week?" He offers.

"Sure! I have half the week off so..." I go to tell him but his pet mosquito interrupts again.

"You have meetings with producers next week about your movie next week remember. If all goes well then you're gonna start filming straight away?" She says.

Prince nods, looking at her.

"Why don't you go wait in the car? I'll be there in a sec." He says.

The wicked witch from Minneapolis glares at me before doing what she's told. Prince lets out a sigh that sounds like he's been holding in for a looooooonnnggggggg time. I furrow my brows.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"She can be a handful." He sighs.

"Clearly." I scoff.

"Don't be mean." He says.

"I'm just repeating what you said." I smirk.

He rolls his eyes, I sigh and put my hands on his shoulders.

"Look, I'm always here if you need to talk. My number hasn't changed and I still live in the same place...alright?" I offer.

He looks up at me and smiles.

"Alright. Thank you, Taylor." He says.

"Anytime." I say before walking away.

As I'm walking I resist the urge to look back at him, I roll my eyes at myself and do it anyway. He's still standing there, he looks...down?

I turn away and keep walking.

I get home and put away the fresh produce from the market. It's becoming late so I decide to just put in one of those frozen meals for dinner, I watch some movies while eating dinner. After the movie is finished I have a shower and change into a purple shirt and matching purple shorts, I lay in bed reading a book that I've been reading just before I go to sleep.

*Prince's POV*

I'm sitting on the couch in the living room with Naomi in her house watching a movie, still angry about her behaviour today towards Taylor. Can't even catch up with someone without her getting in the way, don't know how much longer I can put up with this...I think she can sense my anger too because she won't stop staring at me.

"Something bothering you, baby?" She asks.

"Yes, actually." I admit.

"What's wrong?" She asks.

Like she doesn't know.

"Your behaviour today when I was talking to Taylor...what the hell was that?" I ask.

She sighs then an eye roll follows.

"Don't give me that I want words, Naomi." I demand.

"She's your ex!" She exclaims.

"So?" I say.

"So...how would you like it if I were talking to my ex in public?" She snaps.

"If you were on good terms with him I couldn't give two shits." I say.

She clenches her jaw, I can see the anger brewing in her eyes as she looks at me.

"Yeah...right. You plan on catching up with her soon too? Are you for real?" She asks.

"Yeah I am! Got a problem with that?" I ask.

"Yes! Because I don't want you to!" She yells.

"Well that's too bad." I say.

She gets up, turning to look down at me.

"You're not going to see her. Not while you're with me." She demands.

I stand up, glaring at her. She takes a step back.

"I think it's funny how you think you can control who I can and can't see in our relationship yet you can see whoever the fuck you want. Not anymore, you know why? Because this relationship is through. Making me free to do whatever the fuck I want, when I want." I seethe.

I pick up my jacket, marching towards the door, ignoring Naomi's pleas for me to come back. As I go and sit in my car, I just stare into the distance thinking about how bad I fucked up. Not with Naomi, that witch is a lost cause...I meant Taylor. How could I have been so stupid?

*Taylor's POV*

I'm only just getting comfortable in bed and about to fall asleep when...

I hear a knock on the door and furrow my brows. Who could it be at this time of night? I walk up to the door and open it to see a very tired and sad looking Prince. I sigh, I take his hand in mine while looking at him .

I pull him inside to the living room, he sits on a chair across from me. Still looking down, my heart breaks looking at him this way.

I look at him, waiting to see if he'll say anything or look at me but he doesn't.

"What did she do to you?" I ask.

He finally looks up at me, his eyes slightly puffy from what seems to be from him...crying.

"We had a fight." He admits.

"What about?" I ask.

"She didn't want me being around you." He says.

That little controlling...I need to stay calm, for his sake.

"What? Why?" I ask.

"Because of our history. She does with every woman though, literally every woman I meet." He says.

I frown, what a psycho.

"But thats not why I'm upset." He admits.

I look up at him, I get up and walk over to him. Standing in front of him.

"Then what's bothering you?" I ask.

"My fight with Naomi has made me realise how much I royally screwed up our relationship..." He confesses.

He looks up at me, grabbing my hips and pulling me onto his lap. My heart flutters, I wipe away the tear that escaped his eye.

"These things happen..." I sigh.

"Yes but...I was in love with you. I still am." He says.

I went to go respond but I got nothing, not that I can anyway because Prince smashes his lips against mine. I just melt into his arms, my lips moving with his. My hands holding his perfectly scultpured face, his hands gripping my waist. The only slunds that can be heard in my living room are the faint sounds of gasps and moans.

Prince's lips relocate to my neck, I close my eyes and relish in the affection. His fingers tugging on the bottom of my shirt, he starts pulling it up my torso. He pulls away from my neck for a moment to discard my shirt, a low groan escapes his being seeing my bare chest. His lips attach to my collar bone, leaving a wet trail down to my chest.

"Prince..." I moan out softly. Which he clearly likes, I can feel him smile against my skin.

His hot mouth soon latches on to my hardend peak, I throw my head back moaning from his touch. He flicks his tongue a few more times before giving attention to the other. He lifts his head and gives me a cheeky grin before lifting me up, he sets me down on the rug in front of my fireplace. Eagerly playing with the waistband of my shorts, in a matter of seconds he pulls them off in a swift motion along with my panties.

He grabs my ankles and spreads my legs apart, inspecting between them. He runs his finger up my dripping folds, causing me to whimper. He smirks and sticks his finger in his mouth, sucking it clean.

"So sweet." He whispers in a low tone.

He reaches down and starts to unbutton and unzip his pants, I sit up and help him get them off. He already had no shirt on before so that wasn't an issue, he crawls between my legs making himself at home. He lines his throbbing hardness up with my sacred sex. He teases me abit rubbing his tip against my entrance, making me moan.

"Stop teasing, I need you." I whimper.

"Then you shall have me, Mama." He smirks.

And with that he rams himself inside me, I scream out from the sensation. Prince lets out a grunt that almost sounds a growl, holy fuck that sounds sexy.

"Ooh shit, Taylor. Almost forgot how tight you are!" He groans.

He starts pumping in and out at a slow pace at first so I can get used to his size again. His glorious size...he starts going deeper and faster, I wrap my legs around his waist and he grips mine with his hands.

The room is filled with moans, whimpers, grunts and the slaps of our skin to skin contact. Our bodies start to sweat profusely not just because of our heated love making but also because of how close we are to the fire place.

Prince unwraps my legs from his waist, brings them both over his shoulders. My eyes roll to the back of my head, feeling him go deeper and hitting the right spots.

"Oh fuck!" I scream out.

"Are you gonna come with me, baby?" He moans in my ear.

It's hard for me to answer him when he's balls deep in me, I can't even keep my eyes open let alone speak. He slaps my ass and I jolt back from it.

"I didn't get an answer." He grunts in my ear. Pumping faster.

"Oh god yes!" I whimper.

After Prince got the answer he wanted he bites down on my shoulder, my legs begin to shake as he pumps harder. My orgasm keeps building and building. Prince lifts his head and looks down at me.

"Come with me, Mama." He moans.

Don't have to tell me twice.

Seconds later my body explodes, my back arches and I scream his name loud and proud not caring who heard. Prince's orgasm soon followed, his high pitched moans in my ear drove me up the wall. He came to his release and laid beside me, I cuddled up to him and laid my head on his sweaty chest.

After we both caught our breath, he wraps his arms around me.

"Damn..." Was all that came out of my mouth.

He chuckles while running his hand up my back.

"Same." He responds.

I laugh and sit up on my elbow, I look down at him and he looks up at me.

"So..." I say.

"That was my way of showing you how much I still love you and miss you. I still want to be with you, Taylor. I'm willing to make us work." He says, moving some of my hair behind my ear.

I blush at his words, I peck his lips.

"I love you too. I want to work on us." I admit.

He grins before grabbing me and pulling me on top of him.

"What are you doing?" I ask while giggling.

"Prove it?" He smirks.