Sparks Fly - Maylor
This is my first ever smut fic.
Sparks Fly
Author: Trainwreck_13
Fandom: RPF Disney
Pairing: Taylor/Miley
Rated: NC-17 for smut
Summary: So you’ve heard Taylor Swift’s song “Sparks Fly” Well this is my version of the inspiration for it. "Miley’s eyes were dark, she smirked seductively, pulling Taylor to her a little too hard and crushing their lips together."
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, Disney or the song. I just came up with the storyline && don’t mean to offend.
The speakers blasted out the latest chart-smashing hits. Celebrities, journalists and paparazzi filled the room. Another post-award-show party. Taylor Swift stood inconspicuously at the back of the room. She had moved to try and avoid her ex-boyfriend but at this second he was the furthest thing from her mind. She found herself transfixed by the brunette that currently owned the dance floor. The powerful, erratic dancing of teen-star Miley Cyrus made Taylor think of the storm that was raging outside. Taylor had first become attracted to Miley when they worked together on the Hannah Montana movie and had since managed to keep these feelings locked away in the back of her mind. Although despite this she still found herself staring intently at the brunette, her eyes following every move.
The form of a clearly male lower body appeared, obstructing Taylor’s view. She looked up quickly, embarrassed when she realized that said view was one of Miley’s ass. The obstruction happened to be in the form of Joe Jonas, the ex-boyfriend she had been avoiding, who at that moment was pulling in his new girlfriend for a long, over-passionate kiss. This greatly bothered Taylor as, although she wouldn’t admit it, she still had feelings for Joe. But it was the smug smirk he gave her after the kiss that put Taylor over the edge. She ducked her head and quickly made her way out of the back-entrance to the room, determined that no-one would see her cry.
The storm outside had died down slightly and was now just a light shower. Taylor was grateful for the rain; it put paparazzi off being outside so there were none around and also effectively disguised her tears. Taylor began to run, she wanted to be as far away from the party, as far from her ex-boyfriend and the girl he now gave all his attention to, as possible.
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Miley had been pulled into an interview shortly after Joe had come between her and Taylor. She had been going over to talk to her before getting stopped by the guy from the press. Throughout the interview Miley was distracted, looking over at Taylor the whole time. She saw what happened with Joe and when Taylor fled the scene Miley apologized to the press guy and excused herself from the interview, saying she had to take a call. Miley slipped out of the back entrance that Taylor had left from a few moments before. She couldn’t see the blond and headed to her car, thinking she’d find her quicker this way.
Miley drove around for ten minutes before she spotted the dark shape of Taylor Swift hunched over a bench at the side of the road.
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Taylor got as far from the party as she could before giving in to the tiredness and overwhelming pain in her chest. She collapsed onto a small bench outside a park at the side of the road, still sobbing silently. She squinted towards the approaching headlights, her worry building as the car pulled up in front of her. The sight of the brunette jumping out of the car instantly calmed Taylor slightly but still she turned her head away, trying to hide her tears. Miley came to stand in front of her just close enough so that if Taylor reached out she would touch her hand.
“Taylor. What happened honey?” At the sound of Miley’s concerned, caring voice Taylor couldn’t help but look up. The rain was still pouring down fast and had drenched Miley’s hair so it stuck to the sides of her face. Taylor figured that she herself must have resembled a drown rat as she’d been out in the rain so long.
“He was trying to make me jealous…He…He just kissed her right in front of…The worst part is I actually…” Taylor couldn’t finish her sentence, the tears came again. Miley sat on the bench and enveloped her in a hug. Taylor felt a spark of excitement at Miley’s touch but tried to ignore it.
“It’s okay sweetie, you really liked him, it’s okay to get upset about his new girlfriend.” Taylor shook her head into Miley’s shoulder.
“I’m not upset about the girlfriend. I’m upset because I allowed myself to get jealous but it wasn’t even them that I was really jealous about…” Taylor cut herself off, anxious that she nearly blew the secret to Miley. Miley moved back a little to fully face Taylor.
“What do you mean?” Taylor just looked away from Miley, blushing slightly. “Come on Taylor. What were you jealous of?”
“Um…It doesn’t matter…It was just some other people I saw before he came over…” Miley was confused.
“But Tay the only other people you seemed to be looking at were me and those guys I was dancing with and you said they were hideous and…Oh…” Miley stopped short, shock evident in her voice. Taylor quickly looked up at her, trying to work out what she was thinking. “Taylor…Was it those guys, the ones with me? I mean, you don’t…Do you? I…Me?” Taylor didn’t answer, she still couldn’t meet Miley’s gaze. “Tell me honestly. Is it…me?” Taylor sighed and nodded. Miley was silent. Taylor glanced up at her; there was a look of utter shock on her face.
“Oh God…I…Sorry” Taylor was panicking; Miley was probably completely freaked and wouldn’t want to speak to her again. She got off the bench and hurried to escape before Miley screamed at her or something.
Taylor was stopped in her tracks as Miley grabbed her arm and turned her until they were face-to-face. Tears were still in Taylor’s eyes, she expected Miley to shout at her and tell her they couldn’t be friends. These thoughts alone caused a deep pain in Taylor’s chest. She didn’t expect Miley’s next move. Miley grabbed Taylor by the waist and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Taylor felt the electricity as their lips met but still couldn’t believe it until she felt Miley smile into the kiss before pulling away.
“I feel the exact same way honey.” She said, grinning. Taylor felt all her pain and worry fade away as she looked at Miley, transfixed once again. She could feel her heart rate increasing rapidly as Miley leaned in to kiss her again.
Taylor shivered, partly due to the contact but also because she was wet through and it was beginning to get cold. This suddenly alerted Miley to the weather; she pulled out of the kiss.
“Come on, we don’t wanna get sick from the cold. My hotel’s just up the street; we can go there…If you want?” Taylor happily obliged, hopping into the passenger seat of Miley’s car.
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Miley’s hotel room was small and relatively simple. It was nice though and had a big double bed in the middle of it. Taylor had to keep reminding Miley to keep her eyes on the road and off her on the drive to the hotel. And as Miley led Taylor up the staircase to the room she deemed it appropriate to whisper to Taylor that this was going to be a night they’d never forget. Miley was now standing in front of Taylor next to the now locked hotel room door. Taylor’s heart was beating fast, slamming into her chest.
“Miley you have no idea how long I’ve thought about…You’re so beautiful. And your smile…” Miley put a finger to Taylor’s lips, effectively silencing her. Miley’s eyes were dark, she smirked seductively, pulling Taylor to her a little too hard and crushing their lips together. Taylor stumbled backwards at the force and found herself pinned against the door. Miley licked and bit at Taylor’s bottom lip, begging for the entrance that was quickly allowed. The girls stayed like this for a few moments, their tongues fighting for dominance before Miley pulled away and started kissing along Taylor’s jawline and down her neck. Taylor gasped as Miley’s lips met the sensitive part of her neck. Miley smirked and nipped the spot causing Taylor to moan softly. Miley continued, pushing Taylor harder against the door as she began to grind on her. The older girl pulled Miley’s face up to her own, slamming their lips together fiercely, running her fingers through Miley’s hair as she did so. Miley bit down on Taylor’s lip so hard that it was clear a bruise was going to form. Taylor gripped Miley’s hair and tried to pull her closer although there was no space between them. Miley pulled out of the kiss momentarily, dragging Taylor over to the bed. Taylor felt the mattress beneath her as he crashed onto the bed. Miley was quickly back in control, straddling Taylor. She soon was once again kissing along Taylor’s neck and collar bone, every kiss, lick and bite causing a small moan to escape Taylor’s lips and arouse Miley further. She had to stop at the top of Taylor’s dress. This bothered her. Miley sat up and backed off of Taylor slightly, keeping her eyes locked on Taylor’s as she removed the troublesome garment followed by her own dress. She kissed Taylor’s lips momentarily before returning to her work. It was becoming too much for Taylor as Miley’s lips met the soft skin of her breast, she was moving her hands up and down Miley’s back, her nails digging in with every new moan Miley’s actions produced from her. There would be red marks on Miley’s back that would last at least a few hours. Miley appeared to be tiring of her game, she moved back up to kiss Taylor’s lips and repositioned herself so she was now straddling only one of Taylor’s legs. As her tongue was once again permitted access to Taylor’s mouth Miley moved her hand up Taylor’s inner thigh, she could feel the wetness through the blond girl’s underwear and figured that Taylor could feel the same against her leg. Miley nipped Taylor’s ear and whispered to her.
“You’re in for some fireworks now baby.” She kissed back down Taylor’s jawline and slipped a hand into the front of her underwear. The brunette started to grind slowly against Taylor, repositioning again so their hips were against each other as she entered one finger, then another into the blond. Miley’s pace quickened, causing a loud, deep moan to begin from Taylor’s mouth that was quickly stifled by Miley’s lips crashing against hers. Miley grinned as she pulled away. Taylor lifted her hips off the bed, moving with Miley, trying to get closer. Miley understood and further quickened her pace, breathing deeply against the other girl’s neck as she did so. Taylor was close, she could feel it. Miley laid a few more kiss-bites on Taylor’s neck as her fingers finished their work. Taylor gasped, repressing a scream of pleasure as she reached her peak. She grabbed Miley, pulling her down to lie fully on top of her as she locked their lips together for an earth-shattering kiss. Miley smiled as the kissed ended, watching Taylor catch her breath. She was slightly shocked by how much more this aroused her. Taylor could feel the heat coming from Miley through her underwear and smirked.
“Don’t worry Miles honey; you’ll get your turn in a second.” She managed to breathe out.
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Taylor awoke alone in the bed. Miley was in the shower. She came out wearing only a towel, smiling sweetly at Taylor.
“Hey babe. You wanna shower here? I have a shoot in like an hour so I’ve gotta get ready.” Taylor smiled back at Miley, heading into the bathroom.
“I’ll be out in ten minutes.”
When Taylor emerged from the bathroom Miley was fully dressed and playing with her phone, twittering presumably. Taylor walked up to Miley and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Miley stood up, a look of mock-offence playing across her face.
“What? After all that amazing action you got from me last night all I get is a kiss on the cheek? I feel cheated.”
“Hey! I gave back just as good as you put out.” Taylor laughed, pulling Miley into a kiss. The kiss was beginning to get pretty intense when Taylor broke it. Miley put on her best pouty look.
“Aww come on. It was just about to get interesting!” Taylor giggled, lightly pressing her lips to Miley’s again. She looked directly at the younger girl.
“Well unfortunately you, my teen-pop sensation, have a Hannah Montana shoot in twenty minutes and a car that will be picking you up any second.” Miley continued to pout, aware that it would guilt Taylor into kissing her again. “Miles, come on. Don’t do that babe, it’s not my fault. I promise I’ll come see you later, okay?” Taylor pulled Miley into a tight hug but Miley wasn’t quite finished yet. She put on a mock-serious voice.
“Well I dunno…Who says I’ll even want to see you later? I mean, I might not be in the mood for any Taylor Swift action.” Taylor started kissing along Miley’s neck, biting occasionally and causing Miley to gasp. She could play this game to.
“Aww. Sweetie let’s face facts here, you want me… Please can I come see you later?” Miley was powerless as Taylor’s lips made their way along the same invisible line as they had the night before.
“O…Okay…Come see me later.” Miley managed to stutter out as a quiet moan escaped her lips. Taylor smiled. She won. Miley’s phone began to vibrate, she glanced at it before looking at Taylor. “Well that’s my ride. I’ll call you when I’m done and we can meet up. Here, you can borrow my car to get back to your hotel.” Taylor smiled as Miley handed the keys to her and quickly gave her a final kiss before leaving the hotel together.
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Taylor sat on the bed of her hotel room, guitar in her lap. She couldn’t get Miley out of her head. The way she moved, what went on between them last night and Miley’s smile, she couldn’t forget the smile and the sparks she felt whenever she saw it. Taylor decided to do what she always did when she was feeling too many emotions to deal with. She started to strum her guitar and hastily wrote down the lyrics that were coming so naturally to her.
“The way you move is like a full on rainstorm,
And I’m a house of cards….”
Sparks Fly
Author: Trainwreck_13
Fandom: RPF Disney
Pairing: Taylor/Miley
Rated: NC-17 for smut
Summary: So you’ve heard Taylor Swift’s song “Sparks Fly” Well this is my version of the inspiration for it. "Miley’s eyes were dark, she smirked seductively, pulling Taylor to her a little too hard and crushing their lips together."
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, Disney or the song. I just came up with the storyline && don’t mean to offend.
The speakers blasted out the latest chart-smashing hits. Celebrities, journalists and paparazzi filled the room. Another post-award-show party. Taylor Swift stood inconspicuously at the back of the room. She had moved to try and avoid her ex-boyfriend but at this second he was the furthest thing from her mind. She found herself transfixed by the brunette that currently owned the dance floor. The powerful, erratic dancing of teen-star Miley Cyrus made Taylor think of the storm that was raging outside. Taylor had first become attracted to Miley when they worked together on the Hannah Montana movie and had since managed to keep these feelings locked away in the back of her mind. Although despite this she still found herself staring intently at the brunette, her eyes following every move.
The form of a clearly male lower body appeared, obstructing Taylor’s view. She looked up quickly, embarrassed when she realized that said view was one of Miley’s ass. The obstruction happened to be in the form of Joe Jonas, the ex-boyfriend she had been avoiding, who at that moment was pulling in his new girlfriend for a long, over-passionate kiss. This greatly bothered Taylor as, although she wouldn’t admit it, she still had feelings for Joe. But it was the smug smirk he gave her after the kiss that put Taylor over the edge. She ducked her head and quickly made her way out of the back-entrance to the room, determined that no-one would see her cry.
The storm outside had died down slightly and was now just a light shower. Taylor was grateful for the rain; it put paparazzi off being outside so there were none around and also effectively disguised her tears. Taylor began to run, she wanted to be as far away from the party, as far from her ex-boyfriend and the girl he now gave all his attention to, as possible.
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Miley had been pulled into an interview shortly after Joe had come between her and Taylor. She had been going over to talk to her before getting stopped by the guy from the press. Throughout the interview Miley was distracted, looking over at Taylor the whole time. She saw what happened with Joe and when Taylor fled the scene Miley apologized to the press guy and excused herself from the interview, saying she had to take a call. Miley slipped out of the back entrance that Taylor had left from a few moments before. She couldn’t see the blond and headed to her car, thinking she’d find her quicker this way.
Miley drove around for ten minutes before she spotted the dark shape of Taylor Swift hunched over a bench at the side of the road.
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Taylor got as far from the party as she could before giving in to the tiredness and overwhelming pain in her chest. She collapsed onto a small bench outside a park at the side of the road, still sobbing silently. She squinted towards the approaching headlights, her worry building as the car pulled up in front of her. The sight of the brunette jumping out of the car instantly calmed Taylor slightly but still she turned her head away, trying to hide her tears. Miley came to stand in front of her just close enough so that if Taylor reached out she would touch her hand.
“Taylor. What happened honey?” At the sound of Miley’s concerned, caring voice Taylor couldn’t help but look up. The rain was still pouring down fast and had drenched Miley’s hair so it stuck to the sides of her face. Taylor figured that she herself must have resembled a drown rat as she’d been out in the rain so long.
“He was trying to make me jealous…He…He just kissed her right in front of…The worst part is I actually…” Taylor couldn’t finish her sentence, the tears came again. Miley sat on the bench and enveloped her in a hug. Taylor felt a spark of excitement at Miley’s touch but tried to ignore it.
“It’s okay sweetie, you really liked him, it’s okay to get upset about his new girlfriend.” Taylor shook her head into Miley’s shoulder.
“I’m not upset about the girlfriend. I’m upset because I allowed myself to get jealous but it wasn’t even them that I was really jealous about…” Taylor cut herself off, anxious that she nearly blew the secret to Miley. Miley moved back a little to fully face Taylor.
“What do you mean?” Taylor just looked away from Miley, blushing slightly. “Come on Taylor. What were you jealous of?”
“Um…It doesn’t matter…It was just some other people I saw before he came over…” Miley was confused.
“But Tay the only other people you seemed to be looking at were me and those guys I was dancing with and you said they were hideous and…Oh…” Miley stopped short, shock evident in her voice. Taylor quickly looked up at her, trying to work out what she was thinking. “Taylor…Was it those guys, the ones with me? I mean, you don’t…Do you? I…Me?” Taylor didn’t answer, she still couldn’t meet Miley’s gaze. “Tell me honestly. Is it…me?” Taylor sighed and nodded. Miley was silent. Taylor glanced up at her; there was a look of utter shock on her face.
“Oh God…I…Sorry” Taylor was panicking; Miley was probably completely freaked and wouldn’t want to speak to her again. She got off the bench and hurried to escape before Miley screamed at her or something.
Taylor was stopped in her tracks as Miley grabbed her arm and turned her until they were face-to-face. Tears were still in Taylor’s eyes, she expected Miley to shout at her and tell her they couldn’t be friends. These thoughts alone caused a deep pain in Taylor’s chest. She didn’t expect Miley’s next move. Miley grabbed Taylor by the waist and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Taylor felt the electricity as their lips met but still couldn’t believe it until she felt Miley smile into the kiss before pulling away.
“I feel the exact same way honey.” She said, grinning. Taylor felt all her pain and worry fade away as she looked at Miley, transfixed once again. She could feel her heart rate increasing rapidly as Miley leaned in to kiss her again.
Taylor shivered, partly due to the contact but also because she was wet through and it was beginning to get cold. This suddenly alerted Miley to the weather; she pulled out of the kiss.
“Come on, we don’t wanna get sick from the cold. My hotel’s just up the street; we can go there…If you want?” Taylor happily obliged, hopping into the passenger seat of Miley’s car.
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Miley’s hotel room was small and relatively simple. It was nice though and had a big double bed in the middle of it. Taylor had to keep reminding Miley to keep her eyes on the road and off her on the drive to the hotel. And as Miley led Taylor up the staircase to the room she deemed it appropriate to whisper to Taylor that this was going to be a night they’d never forget. Miley was now standing in front of Taylor next to the now locked hotel room door. Taylor’s heart was beating fast, slamming into her chest.
“Miley you have no idea how long I’ve thought about…You’re so beautiful. And your smile…” Miley put a finger to Taylor’s lips, effectively silencing her. Miley’s eyes were dark, she smirked seductively, pulling Taylor to her a little too hard and crushing their lips together. Taylor stumbled backwards at the force and found herself pinned against the door. Miley licked and bit at Taylor’s bottom lip, begging for the entrance that was quickly allowed. The girls stayed like this for a few moments, their tongues fighting for dominance before Miley pulled away and started kissing along Taylor’s jawline and down her neck. Taylor gasped as Miley’s lips met the sensitive part of her neck. Miley smirked and nipped the spot causing Taylor to moan softly. Miley continued, pushing Taylor harder against the door as she began to grind on her. The older girl pulled Miley’s face up to her own, slamming their lips together fiercely, running her fingers through Miley’s hair as she did so. Miley bit down on Taylor’s lip so hard that it was clear a bruise was going to form. Taylor gripped Miley’s hair and tried to pull her closer although there was no space between them. Miley pulled out of the kiss momentarily, dragging Taylor over to the bed. Taylor felt the mattress beneath her as he crashed onto the bed. Miley was quickly back in control, straddling Taylor. She soon was once again kissing along Taylor’s neck and collar bone, every kiss, lick and bite causing a small moan to escape Taylor’s lips and arouse Miley further. She had to stop at the top of Taylor’s dress. This bothered her. Miley sat up and backed off of Taylor slightly, keeping her eyes locked on Taylor’s as she removed the troublesome garment followed by her own dress. She kissed Taylor’s lips momentarily before returning to her work. It was becoming too much for Taylor as Miley’s lips met the soft skin of her breast, she was moving her hands up and down Miley’s back, her nails digging in with every new moan Miley’s actions produced from her. There would be red marks on Miley’s back that would last at least a few hours. Miley appeared to be tiring of her game, she moved back up to kiss Taylor’s lips and repositioned herself so she was now straddling only one of Taylor’s legs. As her tongue was once again permitted access to Taylor’s mouth Miley moved her hand up Taylor’s inner thigh, she could feel the wetness through the blond girl’s underwear and figured that Taylor could feel the same against her leg. Miley nipped Taylor’s ear and whispered to her.
“You’re in for some fireworks now baby.” She kissed back down Taylor’s jawline and slipped a hand into the front of her underwear. The brunette started to grind slowly against Taylor, repositioning again so their hips were against each other as she entered one finger, then another into the blond. Miley’s pace quickened, causing a loud, deep moan to begin from Taylor’s mouth that was quickly stifled by Miley’s lips crashing against hers. Miley grinned as she pulled away. Taylor lifted her hips off the bed, moving with Miley, trying to get closer. Miley understood and further quickened her pace, breathing deeply against the other girl’s neck as she did so. Taylor was close, she could feel it. Miley laid a few more kiss-bites on Taylor’s neck as her fingers finished their work. Taylor gasped, repressing a scream of pleasure as she reached her peak. She grabbed Miley, pulling her down to lie fully on top of her as she locked their lips together for an earth-shattering kiss. Miley smiled as the kissed ended, watching Taylor catch her breath. She was slightly shocked by how much more this aroused her. Taylor could feel the heat coming from Miley through her underwear and smirked.
“Don’t worry Miles honey; you’ll get your turn in a second.” She managed to breathe out.
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Taylor awoke alone in the bed. Miley was in the shower. She came out wearing only a towel, smiling sweetly at Taylor.
“Hey babe. You wanna shower here? I have a shoot in like an hour so I’ve gotta get ready.” Taylor smiled back at Miley, heading into the bathroom.
“I’ll be out in ten minutes.”
When Taylor emerged from the bathroom Miley was fully dressed and playing with her phone, twittering presumably. Taylor walked up to Miley and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Miley stood up, a look of mock-offence playing across her face.
“What? After all that amazing action you got from me last night all I get is a kiss on the cheek? I feel cheated.”
“Hey! I gave back just as good as you put out.” Taylor laughed, pulling Miley into a kiss. The kiss was beginning to get pretty intense when Taylor broke it. Miley put on her best pouty look.
“Aww come on. It was just about to get interesting!” Taylor giggled, lightly pressing her lips to Miley’s again. She looked directly at the younger girl.
“Well unfortunately you, my teen-pop sensation, have a Hannah Montana shoot in twenty minutes and a car that will be picking you up any second.” Miley continued to pout, aware that it would guilt Taylor into kissing her again. “Miles, come on. Don’t do that babe, it’s not my fault. I promise I’ll come see you later, okay?” Taylor pulled Miley into a tight hug but Miley wasn’t quite finished yet. She put on a mock-serious voice.
“Well I dunno…Who says I’ll even want to see you later? I mean, I might not be in the mood for any Taylor Swift action.” Taylor started kissing along Miley’s neck, biting occasionally and causing Miley to gasp. She could play this game to.
“Aww. Sweetie let’s face facts here, you want me… Please can I come see you later?” Miley was powerless as Taylor’s lips made their way along the same invisible line as they had the night before.
“O…Okay…Come see me later.” Miley managed to stutter out as a quiet moan escaped her lips. Taylor smiled. She won. Miley’s phone began to vibrate, she glanced at it before looking at Taylor. “Well that’s my ride. I’ll call you when I’m done and we can meet up. Here, you can borrow my car to get back to your hotel.” Taylor smiled as Miley handed the keys to her and quickly gave her a final kiss before leaving the hotel together.
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Taylor sat on the bed of her hotel room, guitar in her lap. She couldn’t get Miley out of her head. The way she moved, what went on between them last night and Miley’s smile, she couldn’t forget the smile and the sparks she felt whenever she saw it. Taylor decided to do what she always did when she was feeling too many emotions to deal with. She started to strum her guitar and hastily wrote down the lyrics that were coming so naturally to her.
“The way you move is like a full on rainstorm,
And I’m a house of cards….”