All the Time

Sequel to The Art of Motion, Eyes, Lips, whatever these things aren’t planned you know

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“I’ve told you a million times, I’m tired.”

Tiffany didn’t bother to wait for Taeyeon’s response, knowing what it would be, and she turned away to open the driver’s side door of her car. The noise of her key in the lock and the click of the handle didn’t deter Taeyeon.

“Please, Fany, I haven’t seen you in weeks. I just want to hang out.”

Tiffany continued to ignore her, shoving her bags stuffed with clothes and fabrics into the car, onto the passenger seat. Taeyeon let out a noise of frustration. Her shoes crunched the gravel. She tugged at Tiffany’s shoulder with her gloveless fingers against the soft woollen coat.

“Come on, at least look at me.”

“Don’t you have something more productive to do? Stop bothering me,” Tiffany said, spinning around to glare at Taeyeon.

Taeyeon held up her hands in a pose of surrender before running them through her hair. She scrunched up her face, clearly trying to control her anger, and took a deep breath.

“Tiffany, please. I don’t know what I did to piss you off – I don’t even know if it’s because of me – but can we just take a few moments to talk? All I want is to know what you’ve been up to, how you’re feeling, what’s going on in your head today. Please?”

Her eyes were pleading, her voice tentative. Tiffany stared at her, at that face that she had been obsessing over for weeks. How could she get Taeyeon out of her mind? It was impossible.

Word got out about Taeyeon’s involvement in the design of her latest collection, and before she knew it they were the hottest duo in fashion. Critics couldn’t resist the attractive relationship between art and fashion, going to great lengths to praise the translation of a concept into a physical representation, and recently they began drawing comparisons to the nature of a personal relationship.

That was when Tiffany started to worry. Her relationship with Taeyeon – whatever it was – had been born of some teasing, some tension, some sharing of perspectives, but was it a real relationship? She could count their kisses on two hands, their dates on one. Were they even dates? And she certainly didn’t want all those people who were now suddenly paying attention to them to turn their attention to the connection between her and Taeyeon when she didn’t know what they would be seeing.

So she sighed, and closed her eyes for a moment. Snow was already beginning to fall on them, the tiny frail snowflakes staying light but she couldn’t resist sparing a thought for Taeyeon’s uncovered hands and missing scarf.

When she opened her eyes again, Taeyeon had not changed. Tiffany sighed, unwrapped her own scarf, and tossed it around Taeyeon’s neck. She kept her grip on it and pulled Taeyeon closer.

“What do you want from me?”

Taeyeon blinked, startled, on the verge of protesting the exchanging of the scarf but it died on her lips. She blinked a few more times, and she looked away briefly.

Tiffany moved a hand to the curve of Taeyeon’s jaw. The edge of her thumb stroked the edge of Taeyeon’s cheek, skin feeling soft against skin.

“You’ve been teasing me since the day we met,” murmured Tiffany. “Are you just being playful?”

“You know it’s not like that anymore,” Taeyeon mumbled. She took a breath and sighed hurriedly, once again avoiding Tiffany’s gaze.

“Well, what is it?” Tiffany asked.

“I want to get to know you,” Taeyeon answered briefly. Her hands went to rest on Tiffany’s hips, and she leaned her head forward for a kiss but Tiffany shifted to avoid it.

“How long until you know me, then?”

Taeyeon frowned at her, but didn’t say anything.

“Do you ever even wonder what it is we’re doing?”

With a roll of her eyes, Taeyeon dropped her hands from Tiffany’s hips. Tiffany grabbed hold of her jaws firmly with both hands and turned her head back to face her when she started to turn away.

“Did you seriously just roll your eyes at me?” There was disbelief and frustration evident in her voice. “What the hell, Taeyeon? This isn’t who I thought you were.”

Taeyeon sighed, her features lined with irritation. “I don’t get why you want to label this or whatever. Can’t we just do stuff together and that’s how it is?”

“Sure, if it was only between us. But we’re about to get a lot of people asking about our relationship or suggesting that we should be together and I want to know how to handle that.”

“Tell them to mind their own business,” Taeyeon said, her frown deepening. “Who cares what they say?”

Tiffany leaned back against her car, taking hold of the ends of the scarf again to pull Taeyeon with her. “Why are you so scared of putting a label on this? What if I want to call you my girlfriend? Does it matter?”

“No, go ahead,” Taeyeon said. “Whatever.”

Tiffany let go of the scarf and crossed her arms over her chest. “Why are you being like this right now?”

“Like what? I’m fine.”

They stared at each other for long moments. At last, Tiffany let out her own sigh. She wrapped her arms around Taeyeon’s neck and let their bodies press together again.

“Honey,” Tiffany murmured, lightly kissing the corner of Taeyeon’s mouth, “can you open up for me? Let me in right now? Tell me what’s going on.”

“Nothing’s going on,” Taeyeon answered. She kissed Tiffany deeply, covering her words with the give and take of their mouths. Her hands returned to Tiffany’s hips, and squeezed.

Tiffany pulled away slightly, gave Taeyeon one more peck, and asked, “Are you scared?”

“Why would I be scared?” She kissed beneath the curve of Tiffany’s jaw.

“Because things are changing and that can be scary.”

Taeyeon stopped moving, resting her lips to Tiffany’s skin comfortably.

“I know you’re not looking forward to truly feeling the brunt of all the attention we’re getting,” Tiffany continued. She moved Taeyeon’s head back to be level with her own. “I’m not asking you to sign a contract or anything. I only want to know if we’re on the same page.”

Taeyeon kissed her softly. “If this is the page you mean, then yeah, we’re on the same page.”

“Good,” mumbled Tiffany into the kiss. Then she made herself pull back. “Let’s go have dinner and catch up.”

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9 thoughts on “All the Time

  1. i like this. i like the way you wrote TY to be scared, yet not really scared, like she has an issue with giving her relationship with Tiffany a label, but its not really an issue as it turns out. hahaha i don’t know what i’m saying, LOL! this is so sweet.

  2. I love this series so much and you ended it just as beautifully as the first 3 shots. So. Much. Rainbows. *throws sparkles everwhere*

  3. So they’re together now????? Seriously ? :”)))) because these two possibly the most sexiest couple in your story. ^^

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