Chick Habit

Taylor/Liz: "It's been a while."

A/N: Here's some Taylor/Liz goodness, with past Taymily mentioned.

Warning for language and implied sexual activity I guess?

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"Hi, it's been a while..."

Taylor hadn't recognized the number that had called her and she'd made a habit of not picking up when the number was unknown. This time however something had compelled her to do so and when hearing the voice on the other end Taylor honestly couldn't tell you whether she was happy or regretted the decision.

At once she was recently turned 19 in a dressing room on the Fearless tour again.

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A hard knock on the door followed by, "Ms. Swift, five minutes til curtain, final makeup check in two!"

"Thank you!" Taylor called back a little too breathlessly and turned back to the other girl who was still standing, but leaning heavily against the wall, breathless and beautiful.

Taylor on the other hand was blushing and awkwardly avoiding eye contact as she left Liz there and went to pick the discarded marching band jacket from the floor where it had been left.

Wordlessly she slipped into it, her first outfit of the night (and almost all other nights in the foreseeable future) before finally, once again turning back towards the only other person in the room, feeling silly in the elaborate outfit.

"I'm sorry, I don't really know what to say, we're short on time and I don't usually-" She began only to trail off.

"...Fuck your backup singers?" Liz, blunt as ever helpfully finished the sentence and grinned, Taylor blushed even deeper.

"Just the fiddle players, huh?" Liz teased and Taylor lowered her gaze, she hadn't been aware at the time that her and Emily had been such common knowledge among the rest of the band and hearing her name still stung bitterly.

"Just the fiddle player, singular." She corrected, stubbornly staring at the brownish floor not meeting those intoxicating green eyes.

"Hey, I know, it's okay Tay, I'm teasing. Go do your job." Liz pulled on her dark jeans as she spoke (her first part of the show wasn't until much later, so she got to wear her normal-people-clothes for a bit longer)

"Does my make-up look okay?" Taylor asked absently, her brain hadn't quite found its normal thought process yet and her breath was still uneven, her cheeks flushed.

"Your lipstick is a bit smudged and you should probably do something about your neck...I'm sorry, I didn't think about it."

Before that sentence was uttered Taylor hadn't even felt her neck vaguely throbbing with the aftermath of a mark having been left, but now she sighed.

"I'm sorry," Liz repeated and Taylor couldn't help but chuckle weakly, "It's fine, just help me cover it, you're supposed to know your makeup, right?"

"Sure am!" Liz confirmed the signature bright smile on her face and Taylor couldn't help but smile back.

Another knock – "Taylor, is everything okay in there? You're running late!"

Shit, mom.

Liz jokingly pulled a would-be panicked face and Taylor laughs, still a little breathlessly.

"It's fine, mom. I'll be there in a minute!"

"Hey Tay," The brunette said just as the blonde was about to leave, "See you out there!"

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That's how it had started, what would come to be one of Taylor's best relationships to date, as a casual on the road hookup between friends. It had ended with them as friends too, always friends first... Their mission to 'stay friends' had gone just about as well as can be expected for exes however and now it surprised Taylor to hear that familiar voice after so many years. She decided however that it most certainly wasn't a bad surprise.

"Liz, hi!" She said, a genuine smile engulfing her face.