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Equilibrium	By : meow Category: Individual Celebrities > Taylor Pyatt Views: 937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Taylor Pyatt. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 10

"I know this is Vancouver and everything, but doesn't it ever stop raining?" Then came the wind. We jogged from his car towards his apartment complex, the puddles starting to take over the asphalt. The whether had been just awful the last few weeks and we'd just gotten off that water advisory too.

"Ugh," I cried, inadvertently stepping into one, icy water immediately filling my shoe. Why didn't I go with the boots?

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"Here," Py tossed me a towel on his way from the bathroom.

"Thanks," I pulled off my wet sock and dried my foot, deciding to take off my other sock as well for symmetry sake.

"Want anything to drink?"

"Just water, thanks." He grabbed a beer for himself and handed me a bottle of water.

"Did you bring it?" he asked nonchalantly, leaning over his strongly bachelor inspired sofa.

"Of course." I pulled the much-anticipated movie out of my bag and handed it to him. He popped it in and studied the case as the menu loaded. I rifled through my bag to find my cell, which was a bit tricky to do because I'd forgotten to leave my camera at home. Two missed calls glared back at me once I'd found it. Both from Mo.

"You think we look alike?" I looked up from my cell. The intense blue eyes, the dark hair that itched to have hands run through, the crinkle around their eyes when they smiled… I shrugged.

"Not really," I said offhandedly. He left the case on the coffee table, grabbed the remote and joined me. "Should we turn off the lights in the kitchen?" I unscrewed the bottle of water and took a sip.

"Too late, I'm comfy," he stated pulling me towards his him.

"So who does she end up with?" he asked, a minute into Bridget's new lifestyle change, which included embracing independence and the single life with open arms.

"Shhh… just watch," I replied, my head now in his lap. Py stroked my hair absentmindedly, which was a real distraction because every so often his fingers would casually slip under the collar of my blouse. I took a hold of his hand and brought it just under the swell of my breast to tempt him or test him, I'm not sure which. His head was turned to the TV so that his focus appeared to be on the movie, but I wasn't completely sure.

Moments later I had my answer as he innocently brushed up against me. I ignored it; ignored him. But then he did it again, deliberately running his thumb over my nipple. A tiny moan escaped my lips, which I hoped he didn't hear, but to no avail because before I knew it, he leaned over and kissed me, long and slow, his hand teasing my nipple until it pebbled and ached with pleasure. I brought my hands up around his face, his rough stubble a sinful texture beneath my fingers. In an instant, the world had gone quiet and it was just the two of us.

"Not fair, you're distracting me from the movie," I gazed up at him, not disgruntled in the slightest. The TV screen was off, but the room was darker than I remembered. The light from the kitchen was off, I realized.

"Did you turn it off?" I asked, gesturing towards the black screen.

"No, I don't think so," he searched for the remote, his hands roaming the cushions of the sofa, cunningly slipping under my butt.

"I don't think it's there," I rolled my eyes.

"Never know," he winked, leaning into me naughtily, giving my ass a good grope. "Oh, well what do you know." It was on the coffee table. He grabbed it and aimed it at the TV, but nothing happened. I got up and walked into the kitchen to flicker the light switch. Nothing.

"Power must be out. Stupid messed up weather systems," I muttered.

"That's the second time in the last two weeks. And the first one lasted four hours." I went back to the living room and sat down beside him. Was it getting cool in here or was it just me?

"So, what do we do now?" I tucked my legs beneath me, wetting my lips involuntarily.

"Who does she end up with?" Py asked again, his attention on my tongue. "I mean, now that we can't finish the movie. Cold?" He scooted over and threw his arm around and pulled me into his solid chest.

"Mark, he's the good guy," I said, taking in his spicy cologne.

"She ends up with the boring lawyer? The one that slept around with his best friend's fiancée?"

"That was a lie. Mark is the good one. The genuine romantic. A bit dry, maybe, but definitely a keeper." I rotated my body, so that I straddled him.

"Am I a keeper?" His breath was hot and his words sent wonderful vibrations against my neck.

"Oh, I don't know," I replied flirtatiously. I felt him swallow as I kissed his jaw, purposely avoiding his lips.

"You're such a tease, Sam," he groaned, his hands low on my waist.

"What can I say? Anticipation makes it much-," I gave him a swift peck on the lips, "better," just as I tried to lift his shirt over his head.

"Wait."

"Wait?" Did he not realize that I was half joking about the anticipation? He pulled down his shirt.

"Off," he commanded.

"Off?" I said, dumbfounded. Did I do something wrong? I got off him, the cool room sobering me up.

He stood up, "Come with me," he grabbed my hand, wanting to rid me of my confused look and speechlessness. He brought me to the kitchen and grabbed a tea towel, an unreadable expression on his face. His eyes twinkled mischievously.

"Trust me," he came around me and I realized what he wanted to do.

"I didn't take you for the kinky type," I said with a cheeky grin. He slipped it on like a blindfold just over my ears, and gave me a gentle peck on the cheek, as if to calm my racing pulse.

"Only for you, Sam. Only for you," he whispered huskily in my left ear. I immediately brought a hand up to the blindfold, both uncomfortable having to lose a sense and wanting to take back my words about anticipation and cut to the chase, but he pulled me towards him until my back hit his broad chest, the fabric still covering my eyes.

"No cheating," Py forced me to lower my arms and replaced them with his own, bringing his large hands over my stomach. They rested there for a moment as his lips brushed against the outer shell of my ear. "Relax," he lectured.

"Easy for you to say," I retorted hotly. He chuckled softly. His hand travelled down my hip, his left thumb hooking onto a belt loop as his other hand unbuttoned my jeans and dragged the zipper down.

"Are you… going commando?" I felt him stiffen against the small of my back.

"Only for you," I tried to say smartly, but my voice caught as he slipped two fingers into me.

"Dirty girl," he tisked. "My dirty girl," he growled, cupping a breast with his free hand. I groaned, placing my hands over his in encouragement while trying to maintain some self-restraint and not arch up against his fingers. "You're so wet."

"I don't break promises," I explained, trying to keep my voice even as they slipped in deeper. "Enough with the games. I want you. Now." But the blindfold was off before I could finish.

Quickly adjusting to the lighting, I turned around and grabbed him and pulled him towards me. We stumbled to his bedroom, bumping into a side table. I pulled his shirt off in between kisses, dragging my fingers over his wiry chess hair. The back of my legs hit his bed and I fell back on it with a yelp of surprise.

I stripped off my blouse and he of his pants. I pulled him on me, wanting to him skin on skin. He reached around and lifted me off the bed to unhook my bra effortlessly, reading my mind perfectly. He bent his head down to appraise them close up, but I lifted his chin.

"My turn." I reached into his boxers and encircled him, stroking him until he was stiff and I had trouble with my grip.

"Pants off," he grunted, his breath heavy. I tugged down his boxers to spring him free while he tried to pull off my jeans. I helped along the process by wiggling out of them.

"God, you're beautiful, Sam," his hot gaze sweeping my body appreciatively before kissing me firmly. After a moment, he reached passed me to his nightstand to fetch a condom. I kissed his shoulder feverishly, taking the condom out of his hands.

"Let me." I fumbled with it in my hands before bringing it to my lips and ripping it open, his eyes following my every move. I reached out and, pinching the tip of the condom between my thumb and index finger (those Sex Ed classes weren't going to waste), rolled it over his cock, giving him an extra squeeze when I was done, which enticed a muffled groan from him.

He grabbed me and pushed me onto my back, his lips everywhere at once. I felt him against my inner thigh and slid down the bed a couple inches so that his cock was right at my entrance, but no further because he had a secure grip on my hip.

"Anticipation," he smirked, but guided my hand so that it rested on his shoulder as he mercifully slid into me in one push. I let out a moan. He was more than I could have ever imagined; long and thick, filling me completely.

"Py…"

He reached down to kiss me deeply, then began to move in a slow steady rhythm, allowing me to adjust. I caught on and soon met him stroke for stroke, slowly building up a nagging pressure at my very core. He normally bright blue eyes were dark and needing to see them up close again, I drew Pyatt to me, my hands roughly raking through his hair.

"Sam," he said breathlessly into my ear as I nipped at his bare shoulder.

"I'm glad you're growing it out," I breathed, taking him in again.

His hands stationed themselves on either side of my hip giving him balance as he trailed kissed down my neck and between the valley of my breasts.

"Your shoulder –"

"-Is fucking great," he punctuated the sentence accordingly. I wrapped my legs around his waist in encouragement, after all, who was I to doubt him? "Have you ever…?" he trailed off, eyeing me with so much passion that it made me almost shudder in delight.

"Come? No. I've never even," I paused in between thrusts, "been this close." He bent his head to my chest, tugging and pulling each nipple with his teeth. The pain and pleasure of the action easily sent me over with his name on my lips.

"Say it again, my name," he drew his thumb across my lips. I sucked on it lightly.

"Taylor," I said breathlessly. That got a rise out of him. "Taylor," I repeated more firmly, and with that, I had brought him over with me in half a dozen strokes. He fell to my side and pulled the covers over us. I closed my eyes to try and savour the moment and felt him press a kiss to my forehead. Had I missed this with Ruuts? No, I wouldn't remembered something if it had been like this.

"You look like a goddess," he purred, running a finger through my hair. He paused midway along a strand, and suddenly he was gone. Cool air invaded me. I sat up bemused, only to see him jogging butt naked over to the living room and coming back with my camera. Baywatch, eat your heart out, I grinned appreciatively at the sight.

He jumped back into the bed and turned to me with the camera in his hands. Serious about whatever he planned to do, he turned and kissed me frantic, slowly pushing me to the bed once more before turning on my camera and taking a couple photos before realizing that the flash wasn't on.

"Enough," I growled shyly, burrowing into the covers.

"One more," he said in that wonderfully deep voice of his. "Sam…"

I poked my head out and his hand caught me gently. His eyes were a clear bright blue as he brought his lips to mine in a kiss like none we'd already shared. It was demanding, but sweet almost in a … loving manner - full of promise. I heard the click of the camera go off again, but paid no attention.

I sighed happily and smiled into his shoulder before we shifted so that we ironically were back in the exact same position as when we woke up from a night of flushing mp3 players and Grey's Anatomy and this had all began.

"Look," he pressed a kiss onto my neck. He threw his left arm over my shoulder and showed me the pictures he'd taken. Most were badly off centre, but there were a few that were pretty – breathtaking, if I were to be completely honest. I saw a young woman with messy dark tresses with a glowing aura and a coy smile. And the one of our kiss made my heart pound. It looked as intense and beautiful as it had felt. He'd captured the moment perfectly.

"I love them," I whispered, tracing the glowing image with my finger. "Not bad for an amateur," I grinned.

"Oh, I'll show you amateur," Pyatt growled into my ear, turning me over onto my back.

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"Man, I don't think you should be touching Sam's camera."

"I don't care. Her shots of me lately have sucked, I just wanna see if she got good ones today. She'll never know. And besides, she totally left it unguarded on the bench."

"I think she just went to the washroom, Kes. Oh, that's a good shot of Louie's save on Dan."

"What a minute, these ones aren't from practice… they're so dark… Holy fuck, is that her?"

"I think it is," hooted Kesler, "And she's been up to some naughty things with… Pyatt?! Oh man, Mo is going to murder him."
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