Time: Kinsey’s Birthday / Kinsey: Age 24 / Post-YIM
Rating: Naughty
“So, what do you want to do tonight?” Taylor asked, “I think we need to celebrate.” Kinsey looked at him from across the living room. She was sitting in a chair watching him play the piano, showing her a few things he’d been working on.
“Celebrate what?” she asked, leaning against the arm of the chair and swirling the Merlot in her glass. It was her birthday, but they had already had a day full of celebrating. They’d had lunch with Zac, Reggie, Brenna, Isaac, and Tif and then he had surprised her with tickets to see the Lion King on Broadway. She knew that he was up to something now, but didn’t know exactly what. “We’ve already been celebrating my birthday all day, which I greatly appreciate, in case I hadn’t made that clear.” He smiled at her and played another chord.
“I believe there’s something else to celebrate today,” he responded, continuing to be intentionally obtuse. When Kinsey just continued to look blankly at him, he sighed dramatically and scooted back. “What happened on your birthday last year?” And then Kinsey laughed at him.
“We’re celebrating the first time we had sex?” she asked, setting her glass down on the table beside her and heading over towards him.
“If I remember right, it was definitely worth celebrating,” he smiled, patting the bench next to him. Kinsey instead seated herself on his lap, facing him and placing a kiss to his lips.
“I guess you could say that,” she teased, already working to untuck the deep blue dress shirt from his dark gray pants.
“You guess?” he asked, placing his hands on her thighs and sliding them up underneath the shiny black fabric of her dress.
“It was pretty hot,” she whispered, her lips still touching his.
“I’ll say,” he said back, and then buried his hand in the back of her hair, pulling her closer as he started kissing her. Kinsey moaned as their closeness brought her in direct contact with his growing erection. She smiled and pulled back slightly. Taylor took advantage of the break in contact to pull her dress over her head, revealing to him that she wore only a pair of red lace boyshorts underneath. He tried to kiss her again, but she placed her hand in the middle of his chest and kept him away until she could get his dress shirt and black under shirt off and tossed onto the floor. As their bare chests finally touched, it was Taylor’s turn to moan. After a few moments of kissing and touching, he grabbed her hips and tried to force her up and back.
“What are you wanting me to do here?” she asked breathlessly, her hands colliding noisily with the keys as she followed his guidance.
“Sit on the piano,” he told her, reaching forward to lower the music rest so she could actually do what he was requesting. Kinsey managed to get herself onto the edge of the smooth black instrument and felt an anticipatory tremble run through her. This was something she had been wanting and thinking about for a very long time. It would have been utterly impossible for her to count the number of times she’d fantasized about him taking her on his piano. “Scoot back further.”
“We might break it,” she said, watching as he stood and dropped the rest of his clothing.
“I so don’t care right now,” he told her, reaching up to pull her panties down and off before stepping up to the piano. She could feel him rub against her and her eyes fell shut. Her feet went down against the keys, creating loud dissonant cluster chords that they both completely ignored. Once he slid into her, she picked her heels up from the ivory keys and locked them around his waist, willing him to be closer. It wasn’t brand new like it had been a year ago, but it was still amazing and unpredictable. Kinsey moaned deeply and did her best not to resort to the girly whimpers that were threatening to surface.
“Oh god. I love you so much,” she gasped, wishing that she could wrap her arms around him, but instead clinging onto the edge of the piano to keep from falling from her precarious perch.
“I love you,” he breathed before leaning forward to capture her lips in his. It was so sexy, so different, and so very welcome, that it didn’t take Kinsey long to orgasm. Her legs around his waist yanked him close, prompting him to grunt before stilling, his fingers beside hers on the piano and his forehead pressed to her shoulder.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Kinsey told him, a content smile playing on her lips. He laughed and placed a kiss to her shoulder before straightening.
“Glad I’m not the only one,” he said, letting out a long breath before pushing a stray strand of hair from her face. Kinsey waited for him to move, but he didn’t, so she looked at him carefully.
“Are you okay?” she asked. His eyes opened wide and he nodded immediately.
“I’m great,” he told her, not lying, but not letting on as to what was on his mind either.
“You’re being weird.”
“I thought I was always weird,” he said, trying to change the subject. Kinsey didn’t reply and just tipped her head to the side, still taking in the busy look behind his eyes, “You look beautiful.”
“I look naked,” she laughed, and then she felt his left hand close over her right one. It was shaking. “Taylor, what’s going on?” He looked at her very seriously for a moment before kissing her lips lightly. Those beautiful lips, the ones that had kissed her so many times in the last year, were still against hers as he spoke.
“Marry me,” he said before kissing her again. Kinsey couldn’t move. She was frozen in place by the words he had just said.
“What?” she gasped once their lips had parted.
“Marry me,” he repeated. Her mouth dropped open and she gaped at him before she snapped her jaw shut and raised an eyebrow.
“You told me that when you proposed to me for real that you wouldn’t be sweaty,” she started before running a finger over his damp chest, “And that you’d have a real ring.” She wasn’t buying it in the slightest, but had no idea why he would joke with her over something so serious. Twice. He awkwardly reached behind himself to grab the pants he’d been wearing a few minutes earlier and dug around in a pocket for a few moments.
“Well, one out of two isn’t bad. Right?” he asked, producing a small black box from the pocket. Kinsey sucked in a huge breath and she relinquished her grip on the piano to cover her mouth in her hands.
“Oh my god, you’re serious!” she gasped, her eyes immediately filling with tears. She watched as he swallowed hard before opening the ring box, revealing a gorgeous asscher cut diamond ring.
“Kinsey. I don’t know why we fought for so long, but ever since your birthday last year, I’ve been the happiest I have ever been in my entire life. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?” he asked and Kinsey knew that in the span of their entire lives, she had never heard him be so nervous. Not in interviews, not on TV, never.
“Yes, of course I will,” she managed before she really started crying. She felt him slip the ring on her finger and she wrapped arms around his neck, no longer caring if she fell. His lips found hers and they kissed over and over again. Finally, he helped Kinsey down from the piano and they redressed themselves. “Did we just get engaged?”
“I think we did,” he smiled. Kinsey smiled back and looked down at the ring on her hand.
“It’s absolutely gorgeous,” she said, suddenly unable to take her gaze off of the ring.
“I looked for a long time and finally found it. I thought it would look good on you,” he told her, taking her left hand in his, “And I was right.”
“Yeah you were,” she laughed, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go call some people who will probably cry. Or scream. Possibly both at the same time.”
“So you’re calling Isaac?” Taylor asked, deadpanning before Kinsey slapped his arm.
“You’re awful.”
“Well, you’re marrying me, so what does that make you?” he countered.
“A moron. So what does that make you?”
“The luckiest guy on earth.” Kinsey rolled her eyes.
“You’re ridiculous!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air as she went to retrieve her phone. Halfway to it, she stopped dead in her tracks and whipped around to face him.
“What’s wrong?”
“What in the hell am I supposed to tell people when they ask how you proposed?” she demanded.
“You could probably leave out the sex on the piano part,” he offered.
“And the you still being inside of me part?” He pretended to think about it.
“No, go ahead and leave that in. Especially when you tell your dad,” he said. Kinsey stepped forward and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips.
“Ridiculous,” she repeated, poking him in the chest before resuming the walk towards her phone.