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You couldn't help but feel as if lately, that Taylor was not giving you any of her attention on purpose.
Not a speck of attention, attention in which you needed and was entitled into getting in anyway necessary. Taylor's attention was something you really needed right now and it was clear she was refusing to give you any of it. Not even as something as simple as a kiss on the lips or on your forehead.
It was really getting to you, and you couldn't help but the way you feel. So, you started ignoring Taylor on purpose, to give her a taste of her own medicine. This was Taylor's punishment, because of how upset you were, you had even missed out on making Taylor's favorite dish for the evening which would have usually been ready and waiting for the two of you to share once she got home. You'd be lying to have said Taylor brushing it off on the first night didn't surprise you. When that didn't seem to work, you decided to not do any chores around the house and by night three, Taylor started to realize that something was up.
But even than, she didn't say anything about or try to find out what was going on to cause you to be like this. In fact, she didn't approach you until the upcoming Sunday evening when she got home and saw that everything was just as she had left it: a mess. You were lounging in the living when Taylor comes home, and seeing that things were still as she had left them even there, she finds you and tries to talk, but you ignore her, watching your show.
"What's going on, (Y/n)? Why is the house still a mess?" Taylor asked.
She got nothing, not a word and groans in frustration.
"Are you even listening to me?"
Still, nothing.
This time, she throws her hands in the air before snatching the remote and shutting off your show.
"Taylor!"
The way her name was said, was just a show you were putting on.
"I asked you a question. Why are you ignoring me?"
Instead of answering with words, you look away and appear to be upset. You had a look on your face that told her so, which had her growing concerned.
"(Y/n)?" she asks softly, placing a hand on your back.
You slightly shrug off her touch, she frowns and tries again to talk.
"(What's wrong? Is it something I did?"
Taylor had been too busy to even realize that she didn't show you attention or her affection. Taylor placing her hand on your back was the first in what felt like an eternity.
"(Y/n)?" She tries.
This time, you do speak, but softly. Speaking softly is the best way you know how to get her to listen to you, like, really listen.
"It's just..."
"What is it, baby?"
"Well, I feel you've been gone a while, even though you're home with me."
"How do?"
"I feel as though you've been ignoring me on purpose, and especially now since how long it's been a long time we last spent time together."
Upon hearing this, Taylor immediately felt guilty.
Taylor never meant to make you feel ignored, she never meant to not give you attention or to never have not shown any of her affection she has for you. When Taylor tries to wrap you in her embrace, you painfully pull away, feeling as though she hasn't learned anything. You peek over as she sighs regretfully and sadly before placing your face in your hands. Taylor begins to trail her fingertips up and down your spine, knowing it's a way to get you to tick into submission. You decided it wasn't going to work on you this time. The next thing you know, she does the next best thing that almost does the trick.
"Is there anyway I can make it up to you?" she whispers seductively in your ear.
You almost shudder at her words before speaking up.
"I don't know. I can't think of anything."
Because you're still looking away, you miss out on her smirk before Taylor eventually convinces you to follow her to the shared bedroom.
"I can think of a few ways."
Those were the magic words, those are the words that won you over to look at her.
"What are they?"
Taylor doesn't waste on anymore time in standing up and extending her hand out for you to take.
"Follow me and find out."
That's what did it.
That night, Taylor had ticked you into submission, and it was a night neither of you would soon forget.
Or ever forget.
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