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Taco Chance on Me | Shiloh & Taylor

A date, okay. No matter how many times Shiloh has gone on a date (and she’s not lacking experience), it’s always a little nerve-wracking. But what was the worst that could happen? Taylor seemed like a cool person anyway, so Shiloh wasn’t trying to get too nervous. After all, she’s made plenty of friends after going out for a bit. That was the beauty of being gay. Dating doesn’t work out? You still gain a new friend. Shiloh pulled up in her red Jeep as close to the docks as she could, having sent Taylor a message that she was nearby so she could meet her. Given that not many people were out, it wasn’t difficult to spot Taylor coming. Initial judgement, Taylor is more attractive in person than online. So far so good. She flashed her lights to get her attention, smiling when they met eyes. With no hesitation, she got out of the car. “Hey,” she greeted with a small wave as she walked over to the passenger side to open it up for Taylor. Shiloh’s smile was a little shy, still getting a feel of everything and getting comfortable around the other person.

Taylor felt a bit dirty about all this. She knew exactly what she was doing here. She didn’t have any malicious intent, definitely not, but she was definitely playing the field. Flirting left and right. Going on casual dates with people she barely knew and not making any sort of commitments. Eventually this would all probably catch up to her. But she needed something to take her mind off of Rhonda. So far it was working, but how long would it last? Taylor fixed her hair in her phone camera, not having a single mirror on her boat because what was the point, and then stepped off her houseboat into the dock, spotting the Jeep not far off flashing its lights. Taylor’s face broke into a smile when she got a look at Shiloh’s grin. “Sup?” She seemed excited, which was definitely a good sign. Tone was so hard to read over the Internet. Taylor couldn’t help but chuckle a little as Shiloh opened the passenger door for her, placing a hand on her bicep and squeezing it playfully. “What a gentleman. Do I get a hand kiss too?” she joked as she climbed in.

Taylor’s joke broke the ice between them and Shiloh gave a soft chuckle as she watched Taylor settle in the seat. “You might get more than that if you play your cards right.” Shiloh quipped, promptly shutting the door after, not leaving Taylor a chance to respond. Shiloh wasn’t a stranger to flirting---it was fun and once someone gave Shiloh the okay to flirt with them, she wasn’t going to pull back. Entering the car, she put on her seatbelt and began pulling back to turn around. “Alright, so do you know where to go or should I map it on my phone?” Shiloh glanced over at Taylor, eyes smiling as the car idled, waiting for directions. It’s not like anyone was out here anyway and Shiloh had yet to go onto the road. For good measure though, she looked around to double check, pushing her glasses with the tip of her finger. Nope. Not a soul.

Oh wow, Taylor liked this girl already. Bold words and a shut door to cut her off. She knew how to play the game. And that accent? It had Taylor smiling like an idiot already. As Shiloh climbed into the car, Taylor buckles her seatbelt as well. “It’s just a town over, actually. I’ll give directions.” She usually only had to look at a map once to get the lay of the land. She had an excellent sense of direction. “Pull out here and head towards Main Street, that’ll take us right outta town.” She bit her lip as they started off, stealing glances at Shiloh as she drove. The girl was very pretty. “How long have you been in White Crest?” she asked, just trying to fill the silence.

Shiloh took in the directions, beginning to enter Main Street. “I’ll be honest, I haven’t travelled much out of town. I’ve gone a few times to a nearby lumberyard, but it’s usually with my father driving.” She warned. “But… I trust you’ll be a good co-pilot?” Shiloh glanced over at Taylor, giving a small smirk. Returning her eyes to the road, she pursed her lips, thinking about the question. “I’ve been here for five years? Four. No wait..” She let out a chuckle, eyes squinting in an attempt to figure it out before giving up and shaking her head. “I already feel like I’ve been here forever. It’s great though, my parents are really happy here.” Given the state they were before they moved to White Crest, it has been nothing but a blessing since they moved. “Is it creepy I know you haven’t been here long?” Shiloh asked, looking at Taylor from the corner of her eyes.

Taylor readily returned the smirk as she relaxed into the passenger seat. “Oh I’m an excellent co-pilot and navigator. Don’t you worry.” She smiled at Shiloh’s profile as she turned to look at the road again. “Never gotten lost once in my whole life. That’s a fact.” Taylor listened as Shiloh spoke, leaning her elbow against the door as they headed out of town. “Are you happy here?” she asked a bit abruptly. And at Shiloh’s question, Taylor couldn’t help but chuckle herself. “Am I that obvious? Or do I got myself a cyber stalker?” she teased.

“Never? That’s impressive.” Shiloh complimented, genuinely impressed that she had never gotten lost. Shiloh knew if she drove too far away from White Crest she would undoubtedly get lost. She wasn’t familiar with the area who could blame her. Thank god for gps. Shiloh had to glance over at Taylor, wondering if she was teasing or asking for a real answer. Either way, it made her throat tighten up and she was happy to have the road distract her and keep her eyes away. “Yeah, I’m happy to be with my family.” Shiloh emphasized with a nod. It’s not where she thought she would end up, but she’s always wanted to visit the States so here she was. “I think I would have noticed you earlier if you had been.” Still keeping her eyes on the road, she still smiled. “...And I work with chatty clients who think they’re supposed to keep me company while I work. They like to gossip.” It was then Shiloh looked over and gave an apologetic shrug.

“Never, ever,” Taylor said, bragging just a bit now when she heard the impresses tone in Shiloh’s voice. “Always has an excellent source of direction, and my Dad’s a fisherman. Taught me out to navigate using the stars.” Taylor noted the non-answer she was given. Or at least, that’s what it sounded like to her. That twinge of unfulfillment edging in, but tucked deep down and out of sight. Or maybe Taylor was reading her all wrong. Equally as likely. She liked to inject stories and poetry where there was none. It was a bad habit sometimes. “Well, I’m glad you finally did notice me,” Taylor flirted cheekily, smiling down at her own knees. “Ah, that makes sense. I’ve overheard some people talking about ‘that crazy bitch living on her boat in the dead of winter’, so I’m not surprised I’m getting around town. And fuck, it’s only been like two months now.” Taylor let out a slightly frustrated sigh through her nose. “That’s the thing about small towns man. Everybody all up in your business. Don’t give you a chance to breathe.” She looked over at Shiloh apologetically in turn. “Not that I’m mad at you about it or nothing. I’m just saying.”

“Oh is he? How cool. I know a bit about how to fish. Not much though. Maybe you can show me sometime.” However Shiloh didn’t know how fishing and navigating went but maybe it had to do something with being on a boat. Shiloh realized then that she’s never been on a boat… For a moment Shiloh thought she had gotten Taylor upset and maybe she shouldn’t have said anything, but she was relieved to hear it straight from her mouth that she wasn’t. “I completely understand. I’m sure people said something when we moved in. Especially cause we inherited a distant relative’s company and home. I think people here are just looking for the next exciting thing. That’s why people get so crazy when the sky turns red or it starts raining fish.” Shiloh spoke as she continued on the road, having long left White Crest. “Are we close?” She asked, glancing over at Taylor.

“Oh, I’d love to. I’m always down for teaching someone how to fish. I’ll even stand behind you when I show you how to cast,” Taylor said. Wow, that was a swing and a miss. But she tried to play it off with a chuckle. She used to take awkward attempts like that to heart and let them embarrass her, but she’d since learned how to just let it roll off your shoulders. Well, mostly. “Oh, y’all inherited your place? That’s sick!” She chuckled again. “You’d think things were exciting enough with fish rain, yeah?” Taylor shook her head, honestly surprised when she could say, “Yeah, it’s right down here about a mile,” to Shiloh’s question. Had their conversation really made the time fly like that?

Shiloh let out a laugh at that able to picture it. It was cute and cheesy. Luckily for Taylor, Shiloh liked that. “Sounds like fun.” Shiloh never really went fishing until she moved here and just did it based on what her father knew. It would be nice to do it with someone experienced. “Yeah, we did. We’re really lucky for it too. Things were getting a bit rough at home—Financially.” There wasn’t a need for details. Parents’ business just wasn’t doing well. But she did feel the need to clarify that it was financially and not any other kind of rough. Shiloh had a great relationship with her parents. “Do you wanna eat it inside? I don’t really care about eating in the car. Whatever you’re more comfortable with.” It was nice to be out of White Crest. The worry of falling fish was gone. The sun had set. In all it seemed like a nice night and a shame to spend indoors.

Every little bit of information about Shiloh that Taylor could get, she soaked up like a sponge. She loved learning about people, especially pretty girls. She was a bit weak like that. She didn’t know how much of an open book Shiloh was regularly, but either way whatever she had shared with her, Taylor was honored to hear. “That’s awesome. I’m happy for y’all. Back in Rhode Island it was just me and my Dad. Mom skipped town before I was old enough to remember her.” Now who was being the open book? She was glad arriving at the restaurant gave her an excuse to drop that subject like a bad habit. “Swing around the drive thru. Bet we can find a pretty place to park around here. Lay out on the hood and look up at the stars while we slam some tacos.” Taylor laughed at her suggestion, but she hoped Shiloh took it.

Shiloh wasn’t sure how to respond to that. “So you’re from Rhode Island? Cool. White Crest is the only place in the US that I’ve been in.” Nice way to talk about what she said without mentioning sad stuff. Shiloh entered the drive thru, liking the sound of Taylor’s plan. “I have no clue what to order though.” She said as they pulled up. “Do you mind doing the ordering?” It’d meant she’d have to lean over and maybe Taylor wasn’t willing to do that. As Shiloh pulled up the the speaker went off. “Welcome to Taco Bell.” Shiloh moved back against her seat to give Taylor room to lean over and project her voice.

“Oh yeah, don’t worry I gotchu,” Taylor assured her as Shiloh pulled up to the window. “You a vegetarian or anything?” Shiloh shook her head and Taylor smiled, unbuckling her seatbelt to lean over toward the speaker. Was she leaned over a bit farther than she needed to be so more of her was touching Shiloh? Maybe. Maybe not. “Hey, yeah, we’ll have…” and Taylor went about ordering a downright feast. She wanted Shiloh to try some of the best stuff they had to offer, even if all the food sort of tasted the same. That wasn’t the point. Once she was finished and she insisted on paying for it all at the window, they had bags of food in hand and drinks in the cup holders, and Taylor grinned over at Shiloh. “I say we drive until we find a place. Head back toward town maybe. Gotta be somewhere to pull off on the way.”

Shiloh watched Taylor move closer to her, observing how close she got, feeling a rush of excitement at the closeness. She didn’t even pay attention to what she ordered. Shiloh got back on the street, more or less remembering the path. “You want to go back to White Crest and eat?” Shiloh questioned. She didn’t know what it was but even coming to a nearby town just.. felt different. Strange but she was finding herself preferring to be out here. Maybe she just hadn’t gone out in a while. It could be stifling if you don’t allow yourself a moment to just drive and go somewhere else. She drove, looking for somewhere. She caught sight of a little park up ahead. “What about there?” She glanced over at Taylor, letting her have a say.

“Nah, just some place on the way back. It’s nice to get out of town, especially with good company,” Taylor said, her voice softening as she spoke. She’d noticed the hitch in Shiloh’s breathing when she’d leaned over her. Taylor was nothing if not observant. As Shiloh pointed out a park, Taylor’s face lit up. “Oh hell yeah! Good eye. Look, it has an overlook.” She pointed at the sign as Shiloh turned into the park. “A genuine lovers lane.” Brows raised in Shiloh’s direction, but once again she chuckled it off.

Shiloh snorted giving her head a small shake. What were the odds? She pulled into the park driving up to the overlook. She had never been to one before. It was actually pretty nice. And the view was as one could expect, incredible. For a moment she was stuck watching from her car until she realized she could go outside and see it. Quickly, she opened her car door and got out. She left her door open and walked forward. “It’s really beautiful.” She wondered if a place like this existed in White Crest. She’d be going over there every night. She then noticed the emptiness of her stomach. She turned over to Taylor. “Taco time?”

Taylor was glad her little quip had landed. She always appreciated someone with a sense of humor, and especially someone that could put up with Taylor’s own lame sense of humor. Shiloh pulled up into the overlook and just like her, Taylor was momentarily hypnotized by the beautiful view. It was a small cliff that hung above the town they’d just left, and the twinkling lights were like a circle of life and activity among the darkness of the forest that surrounded it. She wondered what White Crest looked like from this angle. Taylor got out of the car as Shiloh did, grabbing their food and drinks and hopping up onto the Jeep’s hood, patting the spot next to her. “Taco time. Ready for a feast?” She started unloading the bags of food in a small spread, all still wrapped up. “You’ve got stout stand tacos, your nachos, your quesadillas, your burritos,” she said, pointing to each small pile of food. “Pick your poison. Not that it’s actually poison…”

Shiloh looked over at the food, coming up to sit on the hood. If she were someone else, she’d rather you not sit on the hood of the car, but Shiloh wasn’t that crazy over her car. “Wow.” That a lot of food and not food that Shiloh frequently ate. It was mexican food. She reached for one of the tacos, unwrapping it. Grabbing a hot sauce packet she tore it off with her teeth and squeezed some on. It was only then she looked over at Taylor, smiling, kind of excited she’d be trying this for the first time. “Cheers.” She raised the taco up, gave Taylor another smile and took a bite. The hot sauce was really spicy, she felt her mouth burning but it wasn’t too bad. “Taco’s good,” she said after she swallowed and then took another bite.

Taylor herself reached for a burrito, unwrapping it halfway as she watched Shiloh slather her taco with hot sauce. She probably should have warned her about the sauces, but she kept her mouth shut, smiling in return and raising her burrito in silent cheers before biting into it. She watched Shiloh, who seemed to genuinely like the food and wasn’t just humoring Taylor. At least hopefully. “I told you. The perfect late night snack. We’ll have to get drunk and get a bunch sometime. I’ve got a point to prove!” Taylor teased, poking Shiloh’s shoulder playfully before she leaned back against the windshield, gazing up at the sky as she ate. “This is the only good thing about small towns,” she said. “You can actually see the stars. Not just the brightest ones, but all the little ones trying so hard to get noticed, but most of the time they’re drowned out.” She glanced over at Shiloh with a small tip of her head, curious how something so poetic might land with her.

“I can definitely see how this would taste better drunk.” Shiloh chuckled finding the taco enjoyable because she was hungry, but she also probably wouldn’t crave this again until she was drunk. “I have to warn you though, I don’t really get drunk.” It always felt strange to her, to just want to inebriate yourself to the point where you might not even remember what happened. That loss of control was scary to her. But she chose not to think about that at the moment and instead enjoy the nice view and the pleasant date. “I don’t really take the time out to look at the stars. I’ve been so busy with work, I hardly pay attention to anything else.” Shiloh internally cringed--that may not have been a good thing to bring up on a date. That you work too much. “I do remember growing up when I’d visit my mother’s family in Wales---they own a sheep farm and the stars there are incredible. I’d watch them with my cousins on top of this hill right by their home. The sight was really beautiful from what I remember.” Then again she was a child.

“Oh yeah, no biggie. I wouldn’t try and pressure you or nothing,” Taylor clarified. Sometimes she had to be painfully reminded that not everyone partied as much as her. Or more accurately, not everyone was trying to drown their demons in booze like her. “That’s just it, you’ve got to make the time. Working yourself to the bone doesn’t help anyone.” She wondered how true it was. If she was actually a workaholic or just being modest in some way. Taylor grinned at Shiloh’s story and turned her head completely to look at the girls face in profile as she gazed up at the stars. “I can name another sight that’s beautiful,” she said quietly, eyes fixed on Shiloh.

Shiloh took a bite of her taco, listening to Taylor tell her that she had to make time. It was something she had heard before and something she tried to implement, but when there was always work to be done, how could you take time to do anything else. Even when Shiloh wasn’t working, she was doing something. Even now, she wasn’t just lounging around the house, she was out here with Taylor, on a date. There was something about sitting still, doing nothing that unnerved her. She felt like the moment she stopped, something was going to catch up to her--and she didn’t know what. Turning over to Taylor, she caught her next words, not too deep in thought. “Your burrito?” Shiloh teased.

Taylor bit her lip as Shiloh turned onto her side, letting out a little breath of a chuckle at being teased back. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this. She barely knew this girl. But Taylor was weak when it came to impulses and indulgence. Temptation was her worst enemy, because she was so easy to give in. “You’ve got a little hot sauce, right—here, let me…” She leaned in and wiped the sauce away from Shiloh’s lip with her thumb, before pressing their lips together. Soft and gentle, as the sounds of the crisp night provided them a small chorus. A crescendo. She pulled back faster than she would have liked, licking her lips and instantly regretting it. “Fuck, that sauce is hot,” she chuckled, immediately going for her drink.

Shiloh knew it was coming and she could have pulled back but she didn’t. She let the kiss happen and it was nice (of course it was) but she wasn’t expecting Taylor to pull back so quickly. She thought something had happened but then remembered the hot sauce. She brought her hand to her mouth, both in shock and in trying to keep her laugh in check. “I’m so sorry,” she apologized in between her laughter, hoping Taylor would find it genuine despite the fact that she was snickering. Shiloh wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand, setting the taco down. “I should have said something. I didn’t know you were so weak with spice, though.” Shiloh teased, knowing the sauce was spicy even for her but she found it manageable. She could only imagine what it was like to be caught by surprise.

Taylor knew how to make fun of herself. She was in the music business after all. Taking yourself too seriously just led to mental breakdowns the moment you got a speck of criticism. She still didn’t take it well, but always with a grain of salt. “Shush,” Taylor chuckle, pushing Shiloh’s shoulder playfully. “I grew up on bland fish and mashed potatoes. Cut me a little slack.” She set her burrito down too. There was so much food they hadn’t touched and it was getting cold, but Taylor didn’t particularly care. “You wanna...try that again?” she suggested quietly.

Shiloh still felt the heat on her lips and gave them a lick, watching Taylor. She heard her loud and clear and… gave no hesitation. She leaned in this time, bringing her hand up to cradle her neck, her thumb brushing along her cheek as their lips met. It was a deeper kiss, lasting longer than their first one and when Shiloh dropped her hand, she pulled back with a smile. “You taste like Taco Bell.” The smile on her face, however, made it clear she enjoyed it.

Taylor eagerly leaned into the kiss, her hand reaching out to rest on Shiloh’s hip. A loose, forgiving grip. She didn’t want to be too forward, no matter how much her libido was screaming at her. The kiss was intoxicating. The two of them had an undeniable chemistry on a physical level, that was for sure. “I guess we found a better way to taste it than being drunk, huh?” Taylor quipped in a hushed tone, almost breathing the words in a cloud of hot air onto Shiloh’s face. Her smile was adorable. She leaned in to steal another kiss, not able to help herself. “I like a little spice in my life,” she teased as she pulled back again, licking her lips.

“I’ll admit it tastes better like this.” Shiloh looked into Taylor’s eyes, only then finding vulnerability in their closeness. Shutting her eyes she gave Taylor a quick kiss before moving back, creating distance between them once more. While the kiss was nice, it was bringing out a vulnerability she wasn’t ready to share. Yet. Shiloh had gotten tired of heated first dates. While she hoped Taylor wasn’t like this, she’d often get them refusing to talk to her again after they’ve gone too far the first night. She liked this and wanted to make sure it went where she wanted. Grabbing Taylor’s drink she took a sip from it before turning back to look at the sky with a smile.

Taylor is as a bit taken aback by the intensity of Shiloh’s state when their eyes properly met. Taylor’s mouth went dry, and she averted her eyes just as quickly once Shiloh pulled back. Had she gone too far? Shiloh was smiling, so maybe not? The last thing she wanted to do was make someone else uncomfortable. She laid back on the car as well, slipping a flanneled sleeve up under the back of her own head. “Just this, it’s nice,” Taylor finally said, reaching over to rest her hand on Shiloh’s. “Just getting out of town with someone. A little mini adventure.” She kept her eyes glued to the sky though. That eye contact...it almost scared Taylor for some reason. Why?

“Yeah it is nice. Just forget everything for a while.” Shiloh had to agree. She needed to get out of the town more. No falling fish or red skies. Evelyn had been trying to get her out and this just reminded her that she should do that. Taylor seemed like fun so, maybe she could do this more often with her… Shiloh moved her hand underneath Taylor’s turning it up so they could hold hands. She smiled, but felt she might be blushing so she didn’t bother to look over at her and instead kept looking up at the sky.

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