fic: down by my lover's side (rpf; john mayer/taylor swift; pg)
Title: down by my lover's side
Author: empressearwig
Pairing/Fandom: John Mayer/Taylor Swift
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~640
Disclaimer: I own nothing, this is all for fun. This hasn't happened. At least not yet. Etc.
Summary: They take two honeymoons.
Author's Notes: Written for the prompt "honeymoon" for schmoop_bingo and for leobrat who is their biggest fan.
They take two honeymoons. The first is a wild, impulsive trip, which is only fitting since their wedding was both those things and more. They head to the airport in Vegas without any idea where they want to go and end up on a flight to Barcelona, no luggage, just their passports and the clothes on their backs.
They stay for a week. It's the most romantic week of Taylor's life.
When they land in New York, they're on the cover of every gossip magazine at the newstands. The first headline she reads says "Married in Vegas: Is John Just Using Taylor?" Taylor is mortified; John is amused. He buys a stack of them on the spot and reads the articles (that only seem to grow more lurid) aloud to her on the cab ride back to his apartment. He's in the middle of an article about how their marriage is a cover for the fact that she's pregnant with Justin Bieber's love child when she finally laughs, which was his intention all along. She leans over to kiss him, practically crawls into his lap, cab driver and seat belts be damned.
The magazines fall to the floor of the cab. They don't take them with them when they get out.
John asks her to marry him again that night while they're in bed. She looks at him in surprise, the questions she wants to ask reflected in her eyes.
"I want you to have the wedding you want," he says, taking her hand and kissing her palm. "After all, I got what I wanted."
It's cheesy, she knows that, but it really feels like her heart could burst. She kisses him. She's always wanted to be a June bride.
***
Their second wedding is off the coast of Maine. They honeymoon in the south of France. John plans the trip himself.
He rents a secluded villa for a month and pays the staff hefty bonuses to make sure none of them sell any information to the tabloids. It works. A few pictures leak to the press, from trips to the local village and the week they spend in Paris. But mostly, it's just the two of them and the blissful feeling of having privacy for once in their lives.
Taylor suggests moving there; she's only half kidding.
They take turns using the music room. There's a beautiful grand piano, and Taylor loses herself there for hours, writing songs that she knows reflect the happiness and contentment she feels. Without knowing it, this is what she'd been searching for her whole life. She doesn't ever want to take these feelings for granted.
Their days and nights are filled with each other. They've been married for six months already, and dated for a year before that besides, but Taylor finds that there's still so much she didn't know about John. She tells him this one afternoon while they're walking hand in hand through the gardens. He laughs and kisses the top of her head.
"It's because you married a dirty old man," he says in the self-deprecating way that she loves and hates. "I've got years of secrets from before you were even born."
"Like what?"
He waggles his eyebrows at her. "That's for me to know and you to find out."
That night in bed, she makes it her mission to do just that. They both enjoy themselves thoroughly.
***
A month isn't long enough. They arrive back in Nashville in July, when the weather has turned hot and sticky. She immediately wants to go back and says so.
He promises they will. She tells him that she's going to hold him to that. She thinks that he'll forget.
He doesn't. They celebrate their first wedding anniversary in Las Vegas where it all began. In June, they go back to France.
It sets the pattern for years to come.
Author: empressearwig
Pairing/Fandom: John Mayer/Taylor Swift
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~640
Disclaimer: I own nothing, this is all for fun. This hasn't happened. At least not yet. Etc.
Summary: They take two honeymoons.
Author's Notes: Written for the prompt "honeymoon" for schmoop_bingo and for leobrat who is their biggest fan.
They take two honeymoons. The first is a wild, impulsive trip, which is only fitting since their wedding was both those things and more. They head to the airport in Vegas without any idea where they want to go and end up on a flight to Barcelona, no luggage, just their passports and the clothes on their backs.
They stay for a week. It's the most romantic week of Taylor's life.
When they land in New York, they're on the cover of every gossip magazine at the newstands. The first headline she reads says "Married in Vegas: Is John Just Using Taylor?" Taylor is mortified; John is amused. He buys a stack of them on the spot and reads the articles (that only seem to grow more lurid) aloud to her on the cab ride back to his apartment. He's in the middle of an article about how their marriage is a cover for the fact that she's pregnant with Justin Bieber's love child when she finally laughs, which was his intention all along. She leans over to kiss him, practically crawls into his lap, cab driver and seat belts be damned.
The magazines fall to the floor of the cab. They don't take them with them when they get out.
John asks her to marry him again that night while they're in bed. She looks at him in surprise, the questions she wants to ask reflected in her eyes.
"I want you to have the wedding you want," he says, taking her hand and kissing her palm. "After all, I got what I wanted."
It's cheesy, she knows that, but it really feels like her heart could burst. She kisses him. She's always wanted to be a June bride.
***
Their second wedding is off the coast of Maine. They honeymoon in the south of France. John plans the trip himself.
He rents a secluded villa for a month and pays the staff hefty bonuses to make sure none of them sell any information to the tabloids. It works. A few pictures leak to the press, from trips to the local village and the week they spend in Paris. But mostly, it's just the two of them and the blissful feeling of having privacy for once in their lives.
Taylor suggests moving there; she's only half kidding.
They take turns using the music room. There's a beautiful grand piano, and Taylor loses herself there for hours, writing songs that she knows reflect the happiness and contentment she feels. Without knowing it, this is what she'd been searching for her whole life. She doesn't ever want to take these feelings for granted.
Their days and nights are filled with each other. They've been married for six months already, and dated for a year before that besides, but Taylor finds that there's still so much she didn't know about John. She tells him this one afternoon while they're walking hand in hand through the gardens. He laughs and kisses the top of her head.
"It's because you married a dirty old man," he says in the self-deprecating way that she loves and hates. "I've got years of secrets from before you were even born."
"Like what?"
He waggles his eyebrows at her. "That's for me to know and you to find out."
That night in bed, she makes it her mission to do just that. They both enjoy themselves thoroughly.
***
A month isn't long enough. They arrive back in Nashville in July, when the weather has turned hot and sticky. She immediately wants to go back and says so.
He promises they will. She tells him that she's going to hold him to that. She thinks that he'll forget.
He doesn't. They celebrate their first wedding anniversary in Las Vegas where it all began. In June, they go back to France.
It sets the pattern for years to come.